Disclaimer: This is a fictional story ;), but actually everyone in the story is older than 18. If you are under 18 click back. Yeah.
This morning, I decided to go to one of my girlfriend's soccer games. We have been dating for a bout a month now. We met when my sister introduced us to each other. My girlfriend, Rachel, was a grade below me with my sister. I had seen Rachel walking around school, and always thought she was pretty, she had long, light brown hair, nice blue eyes, and was very athletic. She always wears those running shorts that girls wear, and you can see her butt sticking out the bottom sometimes, damn! I'm guessing she has a 32B, but today was the day we'll find out.
Anyways, I drove to her soccer game this morning, just to be a supportive boyfriend, you know. I wasn't really that interested in the game. The first half went by nothing to exciting really. It was half time, which was 30 minutes long. I have no idea why it was so long, but it is so whatever. There coach talked to them for five minutes, and then Rachel walked over to me and sat down.
"Come with me to get some water." Rachel said as she tugged my hand towards the school where the game was being hosted.
I got up and followed her in, she got her water, and stood up and faced me.
"You looked really good out there today," I said.
"Shut-up," She said as she rolled her eyes, knowing I was talking about her looks instead of her playing.
She leaned forward and kissed me, and I kissed back. I pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her deeper, each tongue fighting for a spot inside each others mouth. I test to see if the door that we are making out next to is open. and it is! I pick her up and she straddles me, never breaking our kiss, as we walk into the class room. I set her down on the teachers desk, swiping stuff out of the way to make room for Rachel. It clatters on the floor.