It's been too long, I thought to myself as I walked down the path to the soccer field. All throughout high school and most of college, I was on the field every time that there was a game. I loved the sport. I always thought that I was good enough to make a career out of it. Unfortunately, the broken leg and torn tendon that I received in my junior year put the kibosh on any long term plans I had for the sport. I didn't even try out my senior year, focusing instead on my grades and then graduate school. But I never lost the love of the game.
One of my friends that I'd gone to college with and still kept in touch suggested going down to the local Y and seeing what was available. I was looking for something new to do as I had just broken up with my latest boyfriend and needing to get my mind clear. Moping around my apartment wasn't doing anything for me so I took her advice. That had been three weeks ago and I found myself getting excited again. When the day finally arrived, I threw my clothes in a duffle bag, donned my old college shorts and jersey, happy that they still fit, and drove over to the YMCA. After putting my bag in a locker, I practically ran out to the field.
There were already many women down there as I approached, kicking a ball back and forth. I took a minute to size them up, trying to determine which ones were there to actually play a competitive game. Happily, I noticed that not only most of them seemed serious but also they seemed to know what they were doing around a soccer ball. There was one woman though that caught my eye. Short hair, slender but muscular frame, cute face, she was dressed in tight shorts and a sports bra over which she wore an old tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. I looked up at her to see that she was looking at me also, a gorgeous smile on her face as her eyes glanced up and down my body. I blushed a little and heard her chuckling to herself as I turned away and began to do warm up stretches.
After everyone had arrived, one of the women who I recognized as an instructor at the gym gathered us all together and explained the rules. We were quickly divided into two teams and took the field. It didn't take long to determine that woman from earlier, who I found out was named Nicole, was a regular demon on the field. We'd ended up on opposite teams and she was playing the defender position and I was the forward.
Everyone quickly learned to keep away from her side of the field. Well, everyone but me. I would be damned if I was going to let some soccer field princess get the better of me. I was left with a sore ass, sore pride and wondering how hot hell was this time of year as I watched Nicole running off with the ball being dribbled by her feet, her well defined legs and tight ass packed into the shorts she wore. I swore out loud as I got up and dusted myself off. Looking back at her, Nicole gave me a huge I-just-owned-you smile and laughed. I tried to smile as intimidating as possible and promised myself that that would not happen again if I got the chance. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance because soon after that happened, the game ended. My warrior pride stung as we lost three to one but I had to admit that all the women out there played their hearts out.
I stayed out on the field to talk with the ref and by the time I made it back to the locker room, most of the other ladies were already gone. I headed over to my locker to grab my towel and prepare to take a shower. As I peeled off my sweat soaked clothes, I happened to glance back in the shower area just in time to see Nicole removing her towel. I caught the briefest glimpse of her naked form before she walked out of view. Blushing again, I turned my head and finished undressing. I didn't know what was coming over me. I'd seen many naked women in my lifetime. Being in sports, it was just part of the game. Never before had I acted this way. Oh sure, I checked the other women out, just to see how I stacked up and occasionally, I would wonder what it would be like with another woman. But, I never acted on those urges, burying them deep inside.
Walking back to the showers, I noticed that Nicole was relaxing in the hot tub. Most of her body was covered by the bubbling water. She had her head leaning back and her eyes were closed. There was a contented smile on her face as I just stood there for a moment, gazing at her again. "Well, aren't you going to get in?" She asked. I noticed that she was now looking at me through half lidded eyes. I started to stammer out that I needed a shower before she cut me off. "Come on, don't be shy girl." I smiled at that and then figured what the hell as I removed my towel and slipped into the hot water. As I did that, Nicole sat up, placing her arms on the rim of the tub. Her breast, small but well formed were plainly visible. I did my best to feign nonchalant as my mouth went dry. "Sharron, right?" Nicole asked. I nodded to my head as I tried to regain the ability to talk. "You played a hell of a game out there today."
"Thanks. So did you." I said. Sports talk gave me something to focus on and soon, Nicole and I were telling each other our life stories. Turns out, she almost went pro and even tried out for the Olympic team but couldn't make the cut. I told her of my college years and the injury and subsequent reconstructive surgery that sidelined my hopes.
"So, what made you come here today? If you don't mind my asking" Nicole quickly added as a sad look passed over my face.
"Um...no, I don't mind. Same old sad story. Broke up with latest boyfriend. I was tired of his shit and had enough. Looking for something to take my mind off the pain."
"Oh, poor guy." My eyes shot up at her in disbelief. "It's got to be killing him now that he no longer has a girlfriend as beautiful as you." I laughed at that as she shot me another one of her smiles.
"Well, it not for lack of trying. He keeps texting me wanting to get back together."
"I'd just block the bastard if I were you. Move on. I'm sure something much better is just around the corner." With that said, Nicole stood up and stretched her body, her arms in the air as every muscle tensed. Her neatly trimmed bush was plainly visible. I tried to force myself to look away but my eyes couldn't leave the vision of beauty that was before me. I actually followed her as she exited the tub. Her ass fit her body so well. It was slightly bubbled, giving her a nice curve. Nicole walked over to the shower area. Before she entered the stall, she again smiled at me, causing me to shudder in the steaming hot water.
Over the next few weeks, the captains quickly learned to put Nicole and myself on different teams. Together, we were unbeatable. That was okay with both of us, though. We took it as a challenge to see which one could get the better of each other. Whether I could score on her or she would block my advances.
It was just the opposite when the game ended though. Nicole tried every trick in the book to try and score on me but I blocked all of her advances. Ever since the time we first talked in the hot tub, Nicole was full of innuendo and flirting. It was driving me to distraction. At night, alone in my room, my hands would roam my naked body. I would rub my pussy to orgasm, thinking of her ass, her tits, the sexy way she smiled. But, after it was over, I would feel twinges of guilt over my fantasies. Even at work, I caught myself looking at the other women in their tight button up blouses and skirts. "Oh God, I've got to get laid." I thought to myself, shaking my head, trying to clear it as I sat at my desk. That night, I used my biggest dildo on myself in an effort to put those lesbian fantasies behind me. I forced myself to remember the few men I'd been with but failed in frustration to bring myself to orgasm. I laid there, the dildo still buried deep inside me, as I let out a sigh, closed my eyes and began to have an argument with myself.
"You know what the problem is, don't you?" I could hear Nicole's voice in my head.
