Sandy watched as Jerry worked the ball back and forth expertly rolling it between his two feet just before flicking it lightly with a twist of his ankle. The ball seemed to freeze in midair as the defender kicked wildly and stumbled to the ground. Jerry then sprinted toward the goal, the muscles in his legs flexing with each step until he made one last half-step and then crushed the ball with his right foot driving it just beneath the crossbar, deep into the net.
Jerry spun and leaped, thrusting a fist into the air while his legs seemed to run an invisible arc. He hung in the air for several of Sandy's heartbeats before landing gracefully in the arms of a teammate. That was all the foreplay Sandy needed, she knew, after all these months she'd finally give in to Jerry's persistent, if clumsy, seduction attempts. Somehow seeing him move his body during the game she just knew he'd be an incredible first lover.
"Yeah, first lover," she repeated to herself. She guessed she was a throwback to a time when you waited at least until you were out of high school. Sandy had even managed to hold out that first week of college when the few remaining virgins among her friends gave it up in that rush of adrenaline they experienced with their new found freedom. Anyway, Sandy thwarted Jerry's advances, but now by mid-October after seeing his first college level match, she knew it was over.
Crossing her legs as the two teams walked to the middle of the field to shake hands, she felt the dampness that had soaked into her panties. Yes, she would be ready for Jerry. She watched him as he jogged with his teammates back into the locker room and then stood up and slowly left the grandstand, heading back toward the door to the locker room.
As she waited and watched some of the players wander out, kiss a girlfriend and then stroll off arm in arm, she felt a tingling in her stomach. When she finally spotted Jerry, she rushed towards him, grabbed his face and gave him a big kiss.
"Wow," Jerry exclaimed, "I guess I need to score the winning goal every week." He kissed her again and then continued, "Hey Sandy, Mike said him and Rachel wanted to head over and grab a few beers before dinner, asked us to come along."
She squeezed close to him and whispered, "I was kind of hoping we could go for a ride," then sliding her hand up to his chest and into his shirt she continued, "just the two of us."
"I am kind of thirsty...," Jerry started, but then paused as he felt Sandy's fingertip slide over his nipple.
"I kind of hoped we could go right now," she said seductively.
Jerry finally got the message and hollered out, "Hey Mike, we'll have to catch up with you later, Sandy has something to do."
She watched as Mike waved back to them and then holding Jerry's hand, she followed him back to his car. They climbed in and as he started the engine, she slid over in the seat, snuggling against him.
"So, where are we heading?" Jerry asked.
"How about Holloway Park?" she replied.
"Okay, but remember last time..."
"It won't be like last time."
Jerry nodded, put the car in gear and squealed his tires as he pulled out of his parking space and headed to the roadway. He drove quickly, but safely and within a few minutes he pulled into the park and found a secluded parking place.
"Now, what was the hurry in getting here," Jerry said, turning to face Sandy.
"Well, it's just that... I mean I decided that... I..."
"What Sandy?" Jerry pried.
