Event: Soccer
Football is a global sport that has existed in some form or another in almost every culture for centuries. To quite a large segment of the audience, it is often called European football to differentiate it from the sport played in the United States of America. The Americans, on the other hand, call it soccer.
The logistics of the game are pretty straightforward. Two teams of seven to eleven players (depending on league and age or gender of participants) defend a goal while trying to put a ball into the opposing team's goal. The catch is, except for the goalie in the act of defense, they can't use any part of the arm in doing so.
Here at Literotica, the game is mostly the same, just with a twist. The usual body checks and edging of another player away from the ball take on a rather suggestive hue. Touching another player...whether a casual bump, a quick goose, or a more lingering caress...is expected, and it is not heard of for a well trained team to score as many times on the field as in the goalbox.
Or the goalie's box, as the case might be.
The light dew still upon the morning grass made the little uprootings of sod cling to the bottom of Oggbashan's cleat as he surveyed the pitch for the gold medal match. As referee, he was finalizing his walk about the perimeter, seeing if there were too many hazards upon the field...that the lines were still readable and the conditions such that a game could be played properly.
Satisfied, he nodded to himself and motioned his officiating team over. While current fashion was to call them assistant referees, in the back of Oggbashan's mind they were still linesmen. He watched as Belegon and Vella walked towards him. Both were doing their best to be professional, carrying themselves with a rather detached air.
Both failed terribly.
Belegon was wearing a uniform that might as well have been painted upon him. The firmness of his abs and the way the jockstrap barely seemed to contain either cock or balls were both evident even at this distance. Vella, meanwhile, wasn't dressed so tightly; but the wonderbra beneath her jersey...and the casually undone line of buttons to the shirt's vee-neck...battled with the hip hugging short shorts (that threatened to reveal everything anytime she bent over) for the attention of the audience watching from bench, field, and both stands.
High in the stands at midfield, a section had been cleared and tables set up to act as an announcer's area. Behind them, an awning of sorts had been constructed as if to prevent even the barest hint of sunlight to penetrate to those below.
Sitting there, running over the team rosters and going through their sound check, a brunette with wonderful curves nodded to something someone said over her headset. "I don't care if they *are* about to have the coin toss. I want you to get the attention of the Green Team's captain and direct it up here. Look, are you my bitch or not? Then just do it!"
"Calm down. The Games are supposed to be fun, even for the media crews," said the tall, sunbronzed woman as she offered the paler woman a light for her cigar. Cloudy smiled and settled into a nearby seat to watch the action soon to come on the field.
She sighed and shook her head. "I swear...will be so glad when my next athletic event comes up." Just as she was looking for the schedule of what was coming up in the next few days, the runner crackled across the headset.
"Got her," said Dranoel's voice in her ear.
The Green Team's captain appeared midfield, her hand against her forehead as she tried to make out the person within the shadowed stands. She was, perhaps, a bit short for a captain to the eyes of someone unversed in the game; but those in the know recognized the power in the tight thighs and firm calves that anchored a toned, tanned body. She took the headset from Dranoel and slid her luxuriant, black hair off her ear for a moment. "Yes? You wanted to see me?"
Abstruse grinned broadly. Those around her would even call it beaming. Standing up from her make-shift desk, she waved down to the woman on the field.
"Hi, Lauren!"
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The threesome in their black uniform seemed somber compared to the brightness of the foursome approaching them. Or would, if Vella had kept from popping bubbles and snapping her chewing gum. But, even with the youngest official's actions, the stark white and brilliant red of the players' shorts, and the kindergarten blue and crayon-bright green of their jerseys, kept eyes upon them until Oggbashan stepped between them all.
He motioned the crowd to silence, then introduced the quartet to himself, his assistants, and each other. The four newcomers, captain and co-captain from both teams, and the two officials nodded and smiled and began the ritual handshake.
Being a Literotica game, of course, the handshakes took several minutes and involved much in the way of exchanged glances and lingering perusals of one another. Carl East, Blue Team's co-captain, was particularly taken with saying hello to his counterpart, Angela146.
Bouncy and buxom, she filled out both her emerald jersey as well as the scarlet shorts exceedingly well. "Have a good game," she said as took Carl's proffered hand. Her eyes briefly dropped down and she sighed as it was clear her opponent wasn't nicknamed "254" for nothing.
"Oh, I intend to," Carl replied, letting his thumb caress Angela's fingers as their hands parted. In his head, he was already thinking of making sure SeaCat or SnoopDog let Angela intercept a pass so he could get in a slide tackle on her. "Uh huh, a very good game, indeed."
"Alright, enough already, you'll get a chance to be friendly on the field." Oggbashan told them all as he produced the official coin. "Blue Team, you've been denoted as visitors, so you get to call. In the air, please." He held his hand out level and then bent his thumb, set the coin in place, and let it spin up over them all.
Tatelou called out, "Head, er...I mean Heads!"
The coin hung for a moment as the call echoed through the stadium. It struck the turf and bounced, spinning a few more times before landing once more. Vella bent to look at it and announced, "It's tails."
Oggbashan and Belegon nodded as they stood behind their colleague. "You can say that again," muttered Belegon.
"Tails means the Green Team has the choice. Kick off or receive."
