Grappling to Score Part 1
Grappling to Score Part 1
Kaycee fought every bit as hard in bed with the right lover as she did on the pitch
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Kaycee raced along the touchline, moving deep into the Twisters’ territory when she raised an arm, looked back to midfield, and saw a perfect cross landing just in front.
Her legs burned with power, moving for the ball just inside the penalty area, eyeing the upper corner of the goal and — suddenly, a Twister defender slid, taking her out and tossing her into a tumbled mess.
The ball rolled helplessly over the goal line and the referee signaled for a corner kick.
“A corner?” shouted Kaycee in disbelief, jumping up with her arms wide. “She took me out. She almost killed me.”
The defender laughed and rolled her eyes.
“Corner kick,” replied the ref. “She clearly kicked the ball first.” The ref backpedaled for a spot in front of the goal.
Kaycee looked at the assistant referee holding the flag, who kept a deadpan expression.
“Give it up, why don’t you?” smirked the defender, walking tauntingly close.
“You could’ve broken my leg.”
The defender smiled and winked. “And cute legs they are.”
“Nicer than yours.” Kaycee gave a slight push and the defender pushed back, harder before Kaycee got in her face, standing nearly nose to nose as teammates moved in close.
The referee trotted over, separated the two players, reached in her upper pocket, and pulled out a yellow card.
“For you,” she showed it to the defender and then turned to Kaycee. “And you.”
“What?” Kaycee was in shock.
“You two have been after each other the entire match. Corner kick. Calm down and focus or I send you both off.”
The Twister defender remarked to Kaycee, “You need a spanking, not a yellow.”
Kaycee turned, and tried to give her the evil eye, but felt a rush of arousal as she readied to take the kick and laughed. No one had ever gotten into her head that way. But back to the match. The main thing on her mind was getting a goal.
Except for one detail she noticed: the defender had a gorgeous ass and a cute nose.
Minutes were ticking away. Kaycee and the Dusters led two to one, and the ball was once again near the Twisters’ penalty area.
Frustration set in. This was a semi-pro league. She had been cut earlier from the women’s pro league while healing from an ankle injury.
She wanted to score — and score big. A competitive spirit pulsated through every nerve but that damned defender was blocking her every move.
Scouts for another pro team were sitting in the stands. Kaycee knew she had to score to impress them and time was running out. She received another pass on a give-and-go, racing down the side once more. That defender with her ponytail flapping in the air went elbow to elbow, moving in tight, and suddenly the defender reached with her leg, got her foot on the ball, but tripped up Kaycee.
Both women went down hard, tumbling and rolling like they were caught in an ocean wave. Time was running out and Kaycee’s temper flipped like a light switch.
“Hey, ref!” She jumped up, looking for a foul call or a card on the defender.
“Hey, ref, what? Just stuff it, honey. It was clean.” The defender smiled and got close to Kaycee.
Kaycee pushed her hard and the defender charged back. The two women grappled as the referee came over and blew the whistle, but the players didn’t stop.
The ref got them separated, reached in her back pocket and pulled out a red card. For both players.
“You’re kidding?” screamed Kaycee. “Goddamn it.” That was it. Her fuse had exploded. Players helped her off the field while others gathered around the ref and argued the decision.
The Twister players were also pleading their case that the red card was uncalled for while jeers rained down from the bleachers. All calls were final.
Kaycee ripped off her jersey, revealing nothing but a sports bra, put on her jacket and put her head in her hands as her teammates played until the final whistle. The scoreboard told the story: Dusters 2, Twisters 1.
Kaycee felt sick as she walked to her car, saying goodbye to her teammates. Any hopes of reigniting a pro career seemed completely gone. She had played hard, but just had trouble producing.
Her journey seemed extra lonely and discouraging and her sweatpants seemed extra tight and irritating.
That damned woman who kept bugging her all night. Fuck. Kaycee slapped her hand on the roof of her car and was opening the door when she heard a voice behind her.
“Hey, number 23.”
It was the woman from the Twisters.
“No hard feelings about tonight. I thought you played great. I just wanted to let you know.”
Kaycee paused. The woman’s eyes were soft in the parking lot lights that made her face glow.
“I’m Jenna.”
“Kaycee.” Suspicion lingered.
“Let’s get a drink.”
“Oh?”
“I mean, look, you played hard. Once the final whistle blows I don’t like anyone to leave with grudges. It’s on me.”
Kaycee agreed. “The price is right. I’ll follow you.”
The pub was on a quiet street, not easy to find around Los Angeles. Jenna arrived first, sat in a corner, and waved to Kaycee. The two ordered a craft beer and opened a dialogue.
“Part of me wants to apologize, while part of me says I have no reason to apologize.” Jenna smiled. “I wanted to win as badly as you, unfortunately. That sums it up.”
“I know.” Kaycee appreciated the openness and vulnerability. “You’re a good sport and I’m a sore sport. Or a frustrated one.”
“You wanted to score, I get it.”
“It’s not just that,” Kaycee acknowledged.
“I’ve read about you.” Jenna leaned back.
“Kind of a downer, huh? I had a chance to turn pro, got injured, got cut, and heard there were scouts at the game tonight.” Kaycee spoke quietly.
“That’s impressive. I hope I didn’t ruin your chances.”
“I doubt it. I’ve sent out tapes and am hoping but—” In the soft light, Kaycee noticed how Jenna’s eyes were totally calming, and found herself wanting to explore more. “I just didn’t play as well as I could have.”
Jenna sipped her beer and studied Kaycee. “You played in college?”
“Yeah.”
Jenna smiled. “Was it at UC Davis?”
Kaycee was surprised. “How’d you know?”
“I played for Cal State. I remember you from the title game.”
That was another lifetime. “You’re kidding?”
“Not at all.” Jenna grinned.
“You’re right. The sliding tackle in the corner.” Kaycee remembered that it was almost the same as tonight, flipping head over heels.
“With a minute to go.”
“I played great that game, but we lost,” said Kaycee.
“You overwhelmed me. I had to take you out to save the win.” Jenna sipped more of her beer.
“I just couldn’t cross it to center,” sighed Kaycee. “Another opportunity missed.”
“Sports is cruel, isn’t it?” Jenna slowly reached across the table.
“Yeah.”
Jenna signalled her intent. “We’ve been enemies on the field. Want to try to be friends?”
“I’d love to.” Kaycee ran her fingers over Jenna’s hand. “By the way, were you flirting with me on the field when you said I had cute legs?”
Jenna smiled. “Yes. Guilty.”
Candles softened the room and Kaycee’s world. Jenna sat next to her on the couch sipping a glass of wine. The ladies had stayed in touch after the pub and now Jenna sat in form-fitting sweats with one leg curled beneath her ass.
Kayce wasn’t going to pretend. “I admire you.”
“That so?” Jenna smiled.
“You’re such a fighter.” Kaycee leaned.
“Me?” Jenna set her wine aside and turned her face to her friend. “I’d say you do quite well at fighting for yourself.”
The ladies touched lip-on-lip and Kaycee slipped her tongue into Jenna’s welcoming mouth. Kissing was as arousing as their tussle on the soccer pitch was competitive. Their tongues didn’t just meet. Kayce and Jenna put their all into the moment with their breathing while wrestling with their tongues and lips.
Jenna paused. “Let’s end the evening the right way. My place?”
Kaycee smiled.
Jenna’s home was a back house on a larger lot in one of LA’s wealthier enclaves. “Here’s my crib, as they say.”
Kaycee laughed and her spirits lifted when Jenna wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her hips against Kaycee who held her new-found friend and couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
She ran a hand up Jenna’s thigh and felt the fabric covering her opponent’s pussy. Her competitive nature kicked in. “I want that. I want it now, babe.”
“Mmm, want to shower first?” Jenna giggled.
“Sure. Although I think sweat is sexy.”
“Me, too. But for now, come on,” she took Kaycee’s hand, led her way to the bathroom, and once inside she turned on the light, took the hem of her top, and lifted it off revealing her sports bra.
“Allow me,” said Kaycee, kissing along Jenna’s neck, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down. Kaycee nuzzled her friend’s sweat-soaked panties and sighed. “Ah, the natural taste.” She stood. “Okay. Let’s shower.”
She stripped naked as Jenna turned on the water and the ladies stepped inside, shoulder to shoulder and lips to lips. Kaycee suddenly felt revived and comforted.
Jenna opened her mouth and kissed while the water cascaded and they soaped and giggled. before stepping out, toweling off and walking naked to the bed.
Jenna plopped down, leaned back, and cooed. “Come on, show me what you got.”
Kaycee lowered her face into Jenna’s pussy. She moved her tongue across the folds and into the opening, going deep and eliciting incredible groans and sighs.
“Yeah,” Jenna gasped while Kaycee reached for her breasts, massaging them and grasping them.
With every move and every touch, Kaycee wanted more.
Suddenly, Jenna spoke up with mischief in her eyes. “Come on, babe. Get me.”
Kaycee grabbed her and the two grappled naked. Arms around each other with their breasts bumping and pushing. And then they kissed again, deeply and powerfully, as they collapsed onto the mattress.
Hands and legs entwined Jenna found the opening to Kaycee’s pussy then turning and swirling until she was straddling her friend, licking deeply.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” moaned Jenna.
Kaycee didn’t answer as she lay on her back, working her tongue into Jenna and then going up and down the valley of her ass. Suddenly, Kayce moved Jenna from off top, took her friend’s hand and sounded determined.
“Now, I’m going to take you,” Kaycee groaned, wrapping her arms around her naked soccer frenemy and holding Jenna’s face in her hands scoring one kiss after another. “One for me, two for me.”
Jenna pinched Kaycee’s tits and made her squeal. “Score one for me.”
Kaycee laughed, squeeze Jenna’s ass, and then give one spank and another.
“Oh, fuck. That’s so good. More.” Jenna gasped before shifting and sliding her thighs up and down Kaycee’s legs, like rubbing sticks together to create fire.
Arousal sparked Kaycee and she wanted to rocket and let the electricity of the arousal totally let go. So fucking freeing. She thought of nothing. She kissed Jenna madly, over her face and up and down her tits and then along the inside of her thighs while Jenna kissed back and returned every touch.
The heat was furious and then one orgasmic wave after another rocketed first through Kaycee and then Jenna while they were nose to nose and eye to eye. Tension seemed to tear Kaycee apart inside but she loved the sensation and cried out so loudly while her eyes filled with a phenomenal emotion.
“Oh, fuck. I’ve never had anyone like you.” She sniffled, smiled, and looked Jenna in the eyes.
Jenna giggled, ran her hand through Kaycee’s hair, kissed her and embraced. The flood of the orgasm was cooling off but the bond of understanding that led to friendship was beginning to grow stronger and stronger.
This was intimacy. Kaycee could share her thoughts and emotions with Jenna. And her disappointments in not going pro and the challenge in fighting against each other on the field.
Jenna moved her fingers softly through Kaycee’s hair and studied her eyes — deep brown, soft and inviting. “Hold me, babe.”
Kaycee wrapped her arms around Jenna and held her like she was a lifeline to joy and hope.
Who would have guessed that a worthy competitor would become an even better lover?
Kaycee smiled and giggled softly.
“What’s up?” whispered Jenna.
“I think I’m falling in love.”
Kaycee and Jenna kissed again, gently and tenderly, as they pulled the sheets up over their bodies and fell asleep in each other’s arms.