Jessie was more than a little surprised when her cell phone rang at ten P.M. on a Thursday evening, and one could add confused when she saw it was coach Davis calling. Beth Davis was the women's soccer coach and Jessie had been serving as sort of a third string assistant all season. All she was ever assigned to do was chase down balls, pick up wet towels in the locker room, menial things like that.
The team was scheduled to play Northern Arizona U tomorrow. That meant a four-hour bus trip each way. She had never been on the list of attendees to the away games. She answered. "Hello?"
"Jessie?" Coach Davis paused.
"Yes?" Jessie replied.
"I need you at the game tomorrow." Beth said it very matter-of-factly.
"Okay" Beth said.
"April was in an accident. Something about riding her bike in the dark this morning. I'm not sure." Beth explained. She paused again. "Can you step into April's job?"
"Of course, no problem." Jessie said without hesitation.
"The bus leaves from the gym entrance at nine A.M. I'll see you then." The call disconnected.
Jessie sat there for nearly an hour making mental notes of everything she needed to gather up at school and then set her alarm and went to bed.
At eight-thirty Friday, as Beth arrived, Jessie was at the bus, stuffing the last duffel bags into the storage compartments.
Are our players here?" Beth asked.
"Right inside." Jessie tilted her head towards the door.
"Lets load up then." Beth climbed aboard as Jessie went inside.
Fifteen minutes later the team was on the road and the next four hours passed fast enough.
Fifteen minutes into the game, their star forward, Kerri Brooks, kicked a perfect corner that looped effortlessly in front of the goal where their center, a wide-open Carla Jennings easily headed it into the net. Score 1-0. The remainder of the first half went scoreless. Then the opponents scored on a lucky break-a-way. Score 1-1. With the game well into 5 minutes of added time, Kerri once again came through with an incredible shot from thirty feet out. Her powerful kick sent the ball skimming just off of the turf, between at least four defenders and then past the goalie. Final score, 2-1.
After the usual celebrating, the team reboarded the bus as Jessie carted the equipment off of the field.
When Jessie stepped on the bus, Beth was in her usual front row seat. She pointed to the space beside her. "Join me." She said.
Jessie sat down and as the bus pulled out and toward the highway, the sun was setting over the San Fernando Mountains to the west. After about an hour of travel time with a minimum of conversation, it had grown quite dark, both inside and outside of the bus. Beth stood up and tapped Jessie on the shoulder. "Follow me." She whispered. She picked up a soccer ball, spun it on the tip of her finger and smiled at Jessie.
Halfway down the aisle with Jessie behind her, she stopped and tapped Kerri Brooks on the shoulder. Beth tilted her head toward the rear of the bus. Then she handed the ball to Jessie. Before Beth returned to her seat, she whispered. "I'm awarding the game ball the Kerri."
She saw a look of confusion on Jessie's face. "I asked you if you knew April's responsibilities and you said you could do it. Your exact words were "Of course, no problem." Beth went back forward.
Jessie stepped back as Kerri slipped into the isle. She was smiling. "Wow." She whispered. "Lucky me."
She took the ball with her left hand as the fingers of her right hand laced into Jessie's. She led the new girl to the last row which was empty and roomy.
Kerri turned and smiled at Jessie. She slipped a hand over Jessie's shoulder and her fingers slowly slid around the back of her neck. She eased Jessie to lean forward as Kerri lowered her lips to Jessie's. They were soft, moist, and cool. As nervous as Jessie was, she found this first contact unexpected but exciting.
Kerri's lips pulled back just slightly. She whispered. "My game ball has nothing to do with this." She let the soccer ball bounce into the aisle. When she kissed Jessie this time, her lips eased apart, and her tongue was searching for Jessie's. Jessie was breathing heavily, and her knees were weak.
"I was disappointed when I heard April was not coming to the game." She offered a soft laugh. "This isn't my first game ball."
Jessie just nodded as she watched Kerrie kick off her sneakers and begin rolling her sports tee up. She had very defined ribs and her stomach muscles were tight. Her breasts appeared from beneath the top and were, as Kerri had imagined, small, pert, and beautiful.
Kerri paused her undressing and returned to kissing Jessie. She was anything but hesitant as her tongue played with Jessie's. She would leave her lips long enough to trail kisses down her neck and along her chin. Then back to Jessie's mouth, which was becoming more willing with every kiss.
With her lips brushing Jessie's cheek, Kerri whispered. "Time for my reward." Applying the least bit of pressure to Jessie's shoulder, Kerri was able to guide her to her knees. Jessie, still apprehensive, was realizing what Kerri might be expecting.
"Take them off." Kerri patten the front of her shorts. She was, of course, still in her soccer uniform which consisted of the already discarded jersey and the elastic-waisted shorts which Jessie was now facing, literally.
Jessie's fingers touched Kerri's thighs and began a slow tracing of these long athletic legs, up, up until she felt the bottom of Kerri's shorts. Jessie caressed them for a few seconds before moving on to grasp the elastic band. As she eased those shorts over slender hips, she sensed an aroma from Kerri for the first time. You know that fragrance created when a beautiful girl has exerted herself on the field of sport. Not at all objectionable, Jessie was surprised by that. She actually leaned forward, her nose touching Kerri's panties as Kerri lifted one foot and then the other, stepping free of her shorts. Jessie inhaled. She shivered with expectation but so slightly that Kerri didn't even notice.
Kerri was becoming increasingly excited about what was happening as she slipped her fingers into the top of those panties and began easing them down. When Jessie's fingers joined Kerri's, Kerri relented, leaving the task of removing her last piece of clothing to Jessie. She steadied herself on Jessie's shoulders with her left hand and her right eased into the front of those descending panties.
Kerri's middle finger spread her labia, touching an already wet vagina. She slowly stroked herself as she lifted a foot letting Jessie slip her panties free. She pressed her hand down on Jessie's shoulder and eased her back slightly. Jessie watched that long slender finger as it disappeared into that pungent void and then reappear, moist and slick.
When Kerri slipped that finger completely out of her pussy and point it toward Jessie, all Jessie knew to do was open her mouth. The first touch of Kerri's slick, gooey digit to Jessie's lips was all it took to seal Jessie's fate. Kerri smiled as she watched her own finger glide into Jessie's mouth. She watched the girl suck it. She felt the tingle as Jessie's tongue lapped at its length.
Kerri would slip that finger free, remoisten it with her own sex and return it to a willing mouth to be sucked and licked. Four, maybe five times until Kerri was far too aroused to continue the game. She was well beyond any reasonable limits.
