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

Sex And The Soccer Player: Part 4 - Jess

... weight around, since I easily had thirty pounds on her.

I used an aggressive move, tripping her up that I knew could have been called a foul in a regular game. But this wasn’t a game, and there were no officials to call it. So I left her face-first in the dirt, sprawled out in the dust.

I picked up my ball and turned away, walking back to Paul, when she shoved me hard and from behind, causing me to lose my balance and the ball. I turned around, and the two of us started furiously cursing each other out, both ready to take this alteration to a whole new level. Had it not been for Paul, my first real interaction with that nice new girl on the block that my mother told me about could have easily ended up in a fistfight.

“Alright, calm down you two,” Paul said, standing between the two of us. He looked directly at the new kid, a girl who played as well as any guy I knew. “You’re not bad,” he said to her. She nodded.

“You thirsty?” he added. The girl just shrugged.

“How about you Jeff? Thirsty?” I shrugged too.

“I know these three kids playing in the fields over there who think they’re hot shit,” Paul said. “They like to play for money, five bucks a game. We can take them. You up for it?”

“I guess,” I said. The kid just shrugged and said, “Sure.”

“I got two bucks on me,” Paul said. “How much money you got?”

Together, we could only scrounge up four bucks. “That should do it,” Paul said. “They got three guys, and we only have two and a girl. They ought to ...

... cut us a break.”

As we got close, Paul said, “I know these guys. They're all assholes. Let me do the talking.”

"Yeah," I snarled, turning to the girl. “And don’t act so tough."

"Fuck you,” she replied. This wasn’t going to be easy.

And so Paul approached them and started the bargaining process, filled with bluffs and insults, trying to intimidate each other and get the upper hand in the negotiation. It was all bullshit and Paul was good at it.

Finally, things were pretty settled. We would play on half the field, like a half-court game in basketball. First to score five goals wins. The one sticking point was us only having four bucks to their five. Paul argued it was only fair since we were playing two guys and a girl to their three guys. But they weren’t buying it. Then Jess added the finishing touch.

“You’re not afraid of losing to a girl, are you?” she said, with that seductive little smile of hers and half a wink.

That totally pissed them off, and they huddled, arguing among themselves about what to do. Finally, their leader (I guess) said,

“OK, five dollars to four, but we get the ball first. Cynthia will hold the money."

This youngish girl, I guess the leader’s girlfriend, meekly raised her hand.

Paul looked back at us and we both nodded in approval. He gathered our four bucks together and brought it over to Cynthia.

"Thanks,” she said. “I’ll keep it safe.”

Before we started, we finally learned each other’s names. “I’m Paul, and this ...