¶ Post-Game Despair and Rival Encounter
That was... pathetic. All of the extra nights of practice we did. The sprints. The drills. Was any of it actually worth it? We put in so much effort and we still lost. Shit. It sounds like most everyone's left the locker room. Good. I feel like I failed as a team captain today. I wonder if any of my teammates saw me sulking back here. I really don't want to see any of them right now. I turn the corner of the last row of lockers.
And head towards the shower. I'll just take a quick rinse and... Hey, Captain. Oh, no. God, no. Forget my teammates. You are the last person I want to see right now. The rival captain of the team that just beat us. Hey. Um, congratulations. Really. It was a good game. What even was that back there? You were so sloppy today. Anger flashes through me. Sloppy? Seriously?
We made a couple of risky... Are you seriously making excuses right now? I'm not making excuses. We did our best out there today. You won. No need to rub it in. I only get better when I'm playing against the best. And you are the best. You just didn't play like it today. Was that a compliment? You and I always have kind of been like this. At each other's throats. I mean, we're rivals. Both team captains of highly respected soccer teams. Thanks, I guess. I step forward to head to the showers.
But you block my path. I'm serious. I'm only as good as my best competitor. All right. I promise, next game, we'll wipe the floor with you and your team. You give me a look. One that I recognize seeing on the field. A fierceness, but it feels like more than that. There's something between us. But it's so hard to define.
We've always had mutual respect between us. But then there's also that competitive edge. We want to beat each other, but we're constantly trying to make each other better. Okay, then.
¶ Competitive Tension Becomes Passion
It's a date. You watch me for a moment, then come a little closer. Each of your steps are so confident. Just like how you are out on the field. You look me up and down. Like you want to take me apart. Piece by piece. My heart skips a beat as I get a whiff of your scent. How do you manage to smell good right after a game? Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe we should go head to head sometime.
Just you and me. Goal kicks. You keep coming closer until our bodies are just inches apart. The confidence I normally have with you is totally gone. In fact... I'm feeling vulnerable and a little submissive after that brutal loss. I've kicked your ass before. I'll do it again. I suddenly have the urge to touch you.
Maybe I've always wanted to. Oh, I don't think you can handle me. Something tells me we're not talking about soccer anymore. Bet I can handle you, though. You lean in close enough that I can feel your breath fanning my face. Your lips are so close to mine, but you're hesitating. Why? Are you waiting for me to make a move? My head is buzzing, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
This isn't right. The two of us? But I don't care. Nobody's watching. And you want to play. I want to play too. I grab you by the arms and steer you against the row of lockers. You kiss me back with just as much emotion. Your hands are in my hair. On my shoulders. On my back. You're touching me everywhere and I... I have to feel your skin against mine. You moan against me as I kiss you down your neck, licking and tasting the sweat on your skin. Bite. I gently nibble your neck.
Like you mean it. I bite down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. You grab my hair tight in your fist and pull. You press your body close and your hips move rhythmically into me. Fuck. I want more. But we shouldn't do this here.
¶ Shower Hookup and Explicit Desires
Or anyone can walk in on us. I pull back for a second and look over my shoulder at the door. You take my hands in yours and pull me towards the showers. In here. You press me up against the cool tile wall and cover my lips with yours. You're sure? You want to do this here? What? Do you want me to take you on a date first? We both know you're too impatient to wait that long. You chug my shirt off and free yourself from my sports bra. I can feel your eyes. Your smirk.
looking down at me as you run your hands over my bare stomach. You play with my nipples with the tips of your fingers. Oh, fuck. Really? Looks like you're the one who can't wait. I could take you on a date if you want. You give my nipples a little pinch, twisting them around in your fingers. when I'm on top. Oh, God. Too bad I didn't bring my strap with me. You'd look so fucking hot bent over in the shower while I fucked you. Fuck. I want it. I want you to fuck me.
You lean in close, your lips barely touching the shell of my ear. I've been wanting to fuck you since our first match. You pull your shirt up and off. I want to feel your tits in my hands. I want to put my face in your breasts. But I'm also enjoying being told what to do. You reach for my hands and pin them up above my head. You hold them there with one hand. and use the other to lightly tease the outside of my pussy. Yeah? You want it. You want me to fuck you? Yes, please. Please fuck me.
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