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

Sex And The Soccer Player: Part 4 - Jess

... is Jeff,” Paul said. I nodded silently. "Jess,” the new girl said, and so we started calling her by her real name instead of just “Kid”.

Then we briefly talked strategy. Jess would cover the guy taking the ball out, since she was pretty good at stealing off the dribble. Paul and I would take the wings. If Jess got beat, one of us would shift over, depending on which side the action was on, while the other would rotate over from the weak side, covering the goal. It was kind of a combination of zone and man-to-man and all pretty standard, but we now knew our roles and would come to trust each other as the game progressed.

Offensively, it would be mostly give and go, passing and cutting to the goal. We were also good rebounders, especially Paul, who could score off of missed shots and broken plays better than anyone I knew.

And so the game began. Within seconds, Jess had stolen the ball, passed it to me, and then immediately cut to the goal. She knew what she was doing. I passed it back to her, forcing coverage from their third player, leaving Paul free for the score. One quick pass from Jess, and we were on the board.

Losers would take the ball out, and so they had the ball to start again. It took Jess a little more time and dogged play to steal it again, but she did. She faked the pass to Paul and instead dribbled the ball to herself, beating her man and forcing the kid covering me to switch over to her. She found me wide open, and I scored into an empty ...

... net.

They were totally outclassed, and they knew it. Before long, it was four to nothing, leaving them desperate and pissed. Jess had stolen the ball three times already. On the fourth play, Paul anticipated a pass, intercepted it, and found me cutting for a score.

On their final possession, as it turned out, their best player, who had already been beaten three times by Jess, used the same dirty move I pulled on her a while ago, intentionally tripping her and leaving her in the dirt.

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” I yelled.“YOU PULL THAT SHIT ON HER AGAIN AND I'LL..."

Jess ran over to me immediately. “Relax, Jeff,” Jess said. "I can take it. One more goal and we have our five bucks.”

Paul joined us at that point for an impromptu huddle. “Just let me get the last shot,” Jess said.

"You got it," Paul said, and I nodded.

The next play, Jess had the ball and was covered tightly by their best player, trying to give her a taste of her own medicine. Jess passed the ball to me and immediately cut to the goal, leaving her defender flat-footed. I passed it back, and before anyone had a chance to get to her, she let go a booming kick into the upper right corner of the goal.

We had won. They were pissed. We congratulated each other with silent nods, given there was still money on the table. Jess went over to Cynthia, the girl holding the money.

"You were amazing,” Cynthia said, giving her our winnings.

Jess quietly said, “Thanks.”

“CYNTH!" The ...