Summers Game
The sexual tension had been high for weeks, the club had rules about sexual relationships amongst the players, but we all knew it happened
I was on the verge of a professional contract, so I couldn’t risk anything, but Carrie wasn’t as lucky; she knew her time on the team was up, and it was only a matter of weeks before her roster exchange was completed, and that was that
Except fate works in strange ways, and only two weeks later, we were drawn against her new team; I thought about her a lot in the days leading up to the game, I contemplated texting her, asking to meet up after the game, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it
The day of the game came around, and I was like an excitable school child, except I wasn’t; I was a stunning 18yr old brunette on the verge of a professional women’s soccer career; Carrie was a few years older, a tall blonde with the most fantastic sporting body but sadly not the talent to go with it, this was the highest in the game she’d go, pissed off with how her career has gone she often crossed the line when playing against better teams and we had all joked about how physical the game could be