Sex And The Soccer Player: Part 4 - Jess - Sex Stories

Sex And The Soccer Player: Part 4 - Jess

I wasn’t very impressed with Jess the first time I met her, or at least I didn’t want to be. I was still pissed off about what happened between Paul and me a couple of weeks ago, and I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with some new girl moving in.

She had brown hair and dressed like she always did: tee shirt, sports bra, athletic shorts, tube socks, sometimes with shin guards when she was getting serious, and of course, soccer shoes. Well, I thought to myself, she has the right outfit for a soccer player; let's see if she’s got anything else (or, like most girls, does she just like playing dress up).

Jess was helping her mother move into their new house, pulling her stuff out when her soccer ball slipped away from her and started rolling towards me. We then exchanged our first three words, two of which were mine.

“Hey kid,” I called out, and with a sharp kick and a nasty little backspin, I shot the ball back to her, rising a foot or so off the ground, just to see if she could handle it.

“Let’s see what she’s got,” I thought to myself, not expecting much.

Jess raised her left leg to deaden the ball, which then fell harmlessly to the ground.

“Thanks,” she said and turned away.

“Hmph,” I said to myself, not yet impressed. “Let’s see what she can do on the soccer field.”

I saw her again that afternoon on the fields, standing on the sidelines and checking Paul and me out as we ran through some drills. It was then, I first noticed she had the most gorgeous ...

... pair of legs, long and lean, and tan from so much exposure on the fields. I could see right up her luscious thighs to where her skimpy little gym shorts barely cut off the view. I started imagining those legs wrapped around my body, squeezing me closer, and closer... I couldn't help it.

She saw the way I was looking at her and gave me a seductive little smile.

"Hey Jeff!" Paul yelled. "What the fuck?"

Paul had just passed me the ball which went right by me. The girl smiled again and gave off a little laugh to herself, amused by how easily she was able to divert my attention, as the ball ended up right by her.

“Hey kid," I said. "The ball.”

“You want it?" she said seductively and looking right at me. "Come and get it.”

Annoyed, I trotted over to get the ball when she quickly dribbled to her left, sidestepping my advance. I didn’t have time for this. I tried to follow her movements, but she was too quick and got away from me again.

“So, you want to play?” I said to myself, “Okay, let's play."

I charged directly at her, using all my strength, speed, and guile to show her what she was up against. It took me longer than I expected, but I got the ball back, only to have it stolen from me almost immediately.

Paul, of course, was no help. He was standing by the side, totally amused, wondering how this was going to end. I finally got the ball back again, only to have it stolen a second time, really pissing me off. This time I charged at her, throwing all my ...