Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become.
Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had never had a girlfriend, and few boyfriends for that matter. With long auburn hair, and a cute face this was surprising, but hey there are lots of people out there, on the edge of the pool. With firm strong breasts, and to her mind a big waist and bum, to everyone else Jen was very attractive. She loved lesbian porn, but it also made her sadder and sadder that she had not felt the warmth of another woman's body. She knew what to do, but could never seem to create opportunities, or seize any fate offered.
Wandering aimlessly, humming an old pop song to try to stay cheerful, she saw a soccer match in the distance. Curious, she walked to the touchline and watched, with a small smattering of other people, like her with very little interest. It was a women's football match, and Jen found it very dull.
But then, she saw her. A foot shorter than Jen, she had light ginger hair, freckled face, and such a cute, doll like appearance. Jen found herself smiling, and looking only at this little beauty. She had such a look of concentration, yet with a twinkle of humor and fun. She ran with tremendous energy and enthusiasm, but never seemed to touch the ball.
With increasing interest Jen studied the girl's body in the football shirt, shorts, and comical knee length socks. This new centre of Jen's attention had small, but bold neat breasts, slightly tubby legs and waist, and the most sweet, inviting arse on this planet. Jen felt her face redden, and a moisture in her panties.
Suddenly the ginger haired beauty managed to kick the ball, Jen applauded wildly. The girl looked at Jen, waved and gave a smile that arrowed straight to the watching girl's heart. This was her, everything Jean had ever dreamt of, right there in front of her, playing football very badly.
To her horror Jen found herself coloring red, even more, in the face; like a love sick schoolgirl. She had an urge to run away, but a stronger urge to stay : she watched the object of her desire intently, oblivious to the match and how badly her ginger haired heroine played.
When the final whistle blew, Jen was torn, partly wanting to run, and yet desperate to speak to this fantastic girl. She froze, rigid with nerves, the ginger haired beauty was walking towards her:
"Hi, I 'm Amber, well name and colour." The footballer laughed, and a smile lit up her face. What a smile, it lit up Jen's soul! With her legs shaking, Jen held out her hand. The women shook hands as Jen mumbled a high pitched "Hi"
Then Amber suddenly hugged Jen, they felt so perfect together. She took the dazed taller woman to the club bar. Amber said to Jen stay there, at a table till I get showered and changed: joking that she would smell better on her return. Well the smell of Amber's sweat was so amazing to Jen, what could be better?
After minutes of reverie, Jen saw Amber return, a white T shirt hugging her, her nipples showing in the equally white bra beneath. She also wore faded torn jeans, not normally Jen's taste, but this girl could wear a sack and make Jen wet and hot for her. Resisting the temptation to howl, Jen shot the footballing beauty her best seductive smile. Amber's face coloured, which pleased Jen so much, not out of nastiness, just reassurance that there was crackling, heady mutual attraction.
Their conversation became relaxed, suggestive, funny and fun. Amber smiled quite coquettishly:
"Would you like to come home to my place for tea," and again coloured in such a lovely way.
