1. Sex And The Soccer Player: Part 4 - Jess


    Date: 12/19/2023, Categories: Teen Author: Lesliewall

    ... boyfriend yelled, “GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. LET'S GO.”
    
    She turned to leave when Jess gently grabbed her arm.
    
    “You don’t have to take that shit.”
    
    Cynthia looked at Jess for a moment and then left.
    
    Once they were gone, we headed over to the local deli close by to get our Cokes and a bag of chips that we all shared together. We then talked about what had just happened.
    
    “You’re a good soccer player for a girl," I said, giving Jess what I thought would be my first compliment.
    
    “Fuck you, I’m a good soccer player,” Jess replied.
    
    Paul tried to conceal a smile. It was the second time in less than an hour that Jess had told me to go fuck myself. I got the feeling that this was something I was just going to have to get used to.
    
    “You know the town puts on a three-on-three soccer tournament every summer,” Paul said. “What do you think about us entering it?”
    
    “I’m in," said Jess.
    
    “Isn’t that just a guys tournament?” I asked.
    
    “Not technically," Paul said. “It’s usually just guys because most girls can’t keep up. But there have been some girls who've tried. I think the three of us have a shot, if we work at it.”
    
    And so began our time playing soccer as a team. Jess forced us to refocus, away from all the distractions that had preoccupied Paul and me, back to what we were best at, playing soccer. And we played well together, not just because of our individual skills, which were formidable, but also because of the respect and trust that was developing in ...
    ... each other.
    
    That trust allowed us to play more aggressively since we all knew we had each other’s back. And forget about playing cautiously, as Paul and I were doing. You didn’t do anything cautiously with Jess, especially when playing soccer.
    
    It was also a tremendous relief for Paul and me, still anxious and stressed out over what went on between the two of us (sexually, maybe, you know) with our last and final wrestling match. We never talked about it, or told anyone else about it, especially not Jess. But by adding Jess to the mix, we figured we would no longer be seen as two gay guys playing soccer with each other. We now had our own girl playing with us, making it a real heterosexual affair, just at the point when guys finally (finally!) started to take an interest in girls.
    
    All this, of course, was just in our own heads, but it still mattered. For Paul and me, Jess would be our first real interaction with girls, and she made it easy. We didn’t have to nervously, hesitantly approach girls on their own terms (whatever that would mean). Instead, Jess willingly entered our world on her own, and was entirely comfortable in it. From time to time she would playfully tease us with a seductive turn, and she knew how to press our buttons. But when the game was on the line, she was all business.
    
    Like the rest of us, she was now in a world defined by competition, and structured by the rules of engagement that came from whatever game we chose to play. It could be overtly ...