I was surrounded by three men, all considerably older than me and much more experienced than I was. I received the ball from the left, and managed to take advantage of my young speed and burst to dribble past the triumvirate of defenders, before lifting the ball into the 6-yard box so that our star striker could head it in for the opening score of the game. That play had been the highlight of the game and had made the rounds on social media and sports shows. Hype was beginning to gather for AS Roma's bright new young, American rising star, also known as myself. It was difficult being so young and so famous, since the hopes of being America's first soccer superstar were immediately placed on my shoulders, just like they were placed on Christian Pulisic at the same time. Before the beginning of the season, Christian and his team, Borussia Dortmund, were in town to play a friendly against Roma's sworn rivals: Lazio. He'd only played a half of football, as was customary in such a situation. Being the good friends that we were, we decided to head out to a club that same night.
All in all, it wasn't really all that much of a big night for us. It wasn't like we had won the Champions League or something like that. While it wasn't that big of a deal for Christian and me, it definitely seemed like it to a group of about six or seven girls that were having what seemed at the time like the night of their lives. We looked on from afar, our interest quite piqued, especially by the outfits they were wearing. After a few rounds of drinks the older team members egged us on to approach the gaggle of girls that had been drawing our attention from the moment they stepped into the night club. They were all quite beautiful, and they were together in a group, making the task at hand that much harder, compounded by the fact that I'd spent much of my time in high school focusing on the sporting side of things, as opposed to what other guys were up to.
Nevertheless, the whole thing went smoothly to start. We eventually narrowed down to two girls, one for each. Tamara was a gorgeous Italian-American girl who started off as an Instagram model and had since just gotten her first major contract, which was the reason for the celebration. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunge neckline and something of an open back, with matching black platform pumps, all of which contrasted well with her pale, olive skin. Her long dirty blonde hair was loose yet expertly arranged. I couldn't help but smile like a dumb ass when our eyes first met that night, which through some bizarre act of magic made me that much more endearing to her. She had an inkling of an idea about who I was, which made me more comfortable within the situation as a whole. She was eternally confident, cool as can be.
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink or five" I said, whispering to her as we all sat at a table. She nodded, and after shooting a look to her friends, led me by hand to the bar.
"I want at least those five drinks, wonder boy. Maybe more than that. Probably more." She said, holding my left arm. "Definitely more than five." She added with a small laugh, before placing a kiss on my cheek. I waved over the bartender and ordered the first of many rounds that would come that night. I let myself go with the flow after initially worrying about looking like a drunken fool.
After the drinks, I took her out to the dance floor. I was in for quite a treat, as it turned out. Her ass felt great against my crotch while we grinded to a particularly fast paced song, teasing me with her expertise before rewarding me with a closer, slower dance that allowed me to kiss her neck from behind, grabbing her side and her waist and pushing her towards me. Tamara had a look in her eyes that showed just how at home she was in the dance floor and on the spot light. She was such a natural and it was extremely impressive to say the least. We shared our first kiss while dancing and facing each other, rubbing crotches sensually.
I took her back to the table once I was feeling tired of dancing, even though she was still roaring to go out there and have the time of her life. She was sat on my lap now, and I had one arm around her waist and another one across her lap. We were shifting between making out and chatting with her friends, one of which had taken a liking to Christian, seeing as how she was looking at him as she sat on her lap. Eventually, the rest of the girls and my friend dispersed around the night club, either to drink, dance or chat with some guy, or all three at once, leaving us alone at the table. We locked eyes and I smiled confidently, taking her cue and placing a hand on the inside of her thigh, slowly snaking it upwards as I gathered sufficient courage to be able spread her wet panties aside and slip in one lonesome finger, testing out the waters as she bit her lower lip and nodded to me encouragingly. I became emboldened by her quick nod, exploring her wonderful pussy with my finger, feeling her out before slipping in another finger. A bouncer passed in front of us seemingly out of nowhere, just flashed in front of us like he'd teleported in there. I bite my lower lip as I hope and pray that he doesn't turn around to get a good look at us. He stops momentarily before going on his way and leaving us alone. I smile to Tamara and keep going, adding a third and final finger, loving how she arched her neck back while biting her lower lip to keep her moans in check. I'm forced to slip my fingers out as soon as her friends start coming back, and Tamara's smile showed just how pleased she was.
As the night was winding down, her friends were making their mind about heading back since they had a flight that they had to catch after sleeping off the hangover. Before exiting the club, Tamara took my phone from me and saved her contact. Immediately the morning after we started texting each other, deciding to become a couple a few weeks later.
