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Rylee continued on her practice, she smiled as she nailed every shot she took. Her intensity was almost the point of insanity. No one could match her passion for soccer, when she was on the soccer field she was herself. She didn't have to pretend to be someone else, soccer was truly her escape. Her home life was horrible, something she never talked about. You could get her to talk about pretty much anything, involving soccer. Ask her about her home, or her family, and she shut off. Like her body just froze, she avoided questions about her family at all coasts.

As the other girls came, and as they team started practice, Rylee seemed to take in everything effortlessly. She was graceful on the soccer field, almost like she knew what she had to do, and she would do anything to get that ball in the goal. She wasn't afraid of anyone. She stopped just before she was going to shoot a goal, as the coach blew his whistle. Still, she shot the goal, and then jogged over to where the Coach and another guy were standing. She pushed her way to the front of the circle, as coach said gather round. Rylee smiled at him, and then ran a hand through her blonde hair. Waiting for him to speak, she glanced at the other male that was standing next to him.
 
Andy hated with everything to break the kiss, but as her shirt came off, he had to move down to her breasts.

His left hand stayed at her ass; his right went to her back, pulling her closer still as he buried his face in her cleavage, savoring her scent, absorbed by the softness of her skin. He licked her chest, and kissed the flesh that was pushed out by the bra.

"Damn, Jaycie," he moaned, "I want you..."
The players gathered round, an interesting mixture of "pros" and novices. Nearly all of them appeared uncertain, even nervous. Except Rylee.

Coach Johnson announced the expectations, then broke the girls into two groups. Mark was go to run drills with half the girls, and Rylee was in that group. He couldn't tell any sign of recognition that she even noticed him... but that was fine.

After about 20 minutes, Mike broke the group of girls running drills into smaller pairs, until three or four were sitting out at a time. After several rotations, Rylee was one of the ones waiting out.

Without looking directly at her, Mike spoke to her, for she was standing near him, breathing hard. "You were at Westminster this summer... right?"
 
Jaycie smiled, pressing her body closer to his as he curried his face in her cleavage. Listening to him speak, she spoke "I want you.." Her voice slightly labored from all the excitement. Her hands wrapped themselves around his body, her hips rocking into his, as he licked her skin.

Her body reacted to the touches in different ways, her skin was on fire, as she she moaned. Her fingers moved down to play with the buttons on his pants. Smiling, she pushed her chest out, so that he could take her all in.
Rylee wasn't nervous at all. She was confident. She smiled as they broke into groups and ran the drills. She knew she knew Mark from somewhere, she recognized him, from somewhere, she just didn't know where that somewhere was. She slipped a hand through her hair, and as her group was sitting out. She was right on the sidelines, her breathing hard, but she had a huge smile on her face.

Rylee looked at Mark as he spoke to her, and then turned back to look at the field. "Yeah, I was...." She said, and instantly she recognized him. "That's where I know you!! I knew you looked familiar!!!" She said, shaking her head at herself, and smiling.
 
Andy's senses were reeling. Is this really happening? He wasn't about to ask the question outloud and kill the moment.

Her chest pressed out, and his mouth was hungry for her.

Andy's left hand came around and toyed with the elastic of her panties, pulling the fabric away slightly from her hot body. He could barely wait to find what he would discover as two fingers slipped undeneath.
"Nice to see you," Mark responded. "Welcome to State!"

He didn't look directly at her, but could still feel her smile. No matter the age of a man, he enjoys the attention of a beautiful woman.

He continued speaking. "I remember your intensity behind the ball. What makes you such an avid soccer player?" He wondered if he'd get any clue what was going on inside her head.
 
Jaycie smiled, and then leaned in to nibble on his ear.

Feeling his hands move her thong, she finally unbuttoned his pants, hearing as they fell to the ground.

Her hand moved to the bulge in his boxers, pressing against it with her hand.
Rylee smiled, as they both watched the field. "Thanks!" She said, "You too." She slipped a hand through her blonde hair, as she glanced over at him.

Rylee looked directly at him as he continued to speak, taking in his question, she turned to look at the field. Pausing for a moment to think about the question, she finally answered. "Yeah, I'm pretty intense." Her voice was slightly mischievous, as she said her first statement. Then she continued, "I love soccer. Period. It's my life. When I'm out on the field, nothing can touch me. I'm me when I play. I have always played soccer, I don't know anything else. This is what I'm good at..."

She glanced at him as she finished, seeing if he would have any reaction to her answer. She hoped that her answer was the right answer to what he had asked her. As she finally turned to look back on the field.
 
Andy's mind was going in a thousand directions, inundated by the flow of stimuli he was feeling.

His pants slid off his hips and her felt her hand reaching for him, touching him just perfectly; she seemed to know exactly what she was doing, just where to touch him.

His fingers, at the same time, continued their exploration, finding the softness of her smooth mound. He venture further, finding her opening and pressing his middle finger to her. There was wetness, and folds of soft, soft skin. The tip of his finger slipped in, followed by its neighbor. Her body lowered slightly, as if inviting him further in.

His lips uttered one soft word. Fuck.
Mark was aware she was looking at him. She had paused with her answer; he wondered what that meant.

As she explained her love of soccer, he started straight ahead, studying the movements of the players running their drills. He nodded slowly, deliberately.

"Move around her, Ashley!" he yelled. "Don't let her set your agenda!" Always coaching.

After a few moments, his face turned toward Rylee. He was serious.

"That's good. Until you can't play the game," he added, tapping his bum upper leg. "Then there has to be more to your life." He waited for their eyes to connect. "You know?"

His line of sight went back to the field. "Good! Keep it up!"

What was happening on the field was very secondary to him.
 
Stephanie began to laugh, unable to speak. She squirmed and rolled them both over, so he was on top of her. She tickled his sides, she kissed his neck, and licked. She pressed against him as response to his tickling, and she continued to tickle him.
 
Jaycie's mind was whirreling at the sensations she was feelings. Her hand continued to grip and play with his member.

She moaned, her body instantly lowering to his fingers touch.

Her other hand moved to run through his hair, as their bodies pressed together.
Rylee watched the girls, and shook her head at Ashely's mistake. She glanced at him as he nodded. Then thinking he wasn't going to say more, she glanced back on the field.

Then as he turned to talk to her, she turned at the same moment, wondering what he was going to say. She nodded, slowly, taking in his words. Letting them register into her brain, it took her a moment to really get what he was saying.

A slight frown was placed on her features, "Failure is not an option. I play until I can't anymore. Life is Soccer. But I get what you're saying, don't get me wrong. Just let me tell you this, I know what I'm doing out in the field. I have had more injuries than I can count. Don't worry about me...." Her voice was soft, yet it had a serious note in it.

She hoped that he knew what she was trying to tell him.
 
As Stephanie rolled them over, Will fell out of her. She was ticking him, so he playfully responded by straddling her, their naked bodies writhing in delight.

His knees were on either side of her hips, and he raised up, pinning her wrists to the bed as he loomed over her.

"Tickle me, will you, you evil little girl?" he teased in a menancing voice. The smile of his face proved he was playing.

"I will make you pay for your evil ways," he announced, his voice dropping deeply.

Holding her in place, he kissed her neck and under her ears, teasing her wildly as he did.

Still securing her wrists, his kisses moved lower, attacking her firm, bare breasts (which he found so utterly captivating).

After lingering there, against her protests, his kisses went on down, to her belly and the top of her pubic area. (By this time, he had her wrists, still held by his, by her side.

He was thoroughly enjoying "torturing" her.
Andy wanted her; he wanted her now.

His fingers pressed in deeper, finding warm, softness, moisture as her vaginal walls tightened around his fingers.

He began to thrust his hips, in response to the movements of her hand. He was certain that he, too, was getting wet as his precum was forming at the tip of his hardness.

It was a warning. Or a promise. Or an invitation.

"Jaycie, you're gonna make me cum soon..."
"I get it," he responded, also seriously. In his love for soccer, Mark had been just like Rylee. And even with his injury, he had figured out how to keep the game central in his life.

They watched the drills for a few more minutes, as he gave instruction now and then.

"Cooled down a bit? Ready to go back in?" he offered her. And then he threw her off... or at least himself. The words came out before he had known they were going to.

"After practice, care to cooll down with a drink?" He blushed, never looking at her.

"Candice, rotate out; Rylee's stepping in," he commanded.
 
Jaycie moaned, as his fingers went deeper.

Hearing his words, she stopped suddenly, turning to that his fingers were pulled out of her. Then grasping his member with her hand once more, she pushed it roughly into her.

Her body reacting, squeezing around it tightly.
Rylee smiled as he understood where she stood on the issue. She slipped a hand through her hair, and watched the field. Her features soft, a slight smile on her lips.

She nodded when he told her that was going back in. Her heart rate began to accelerate, it got like that anytime she was about to go back in.

His next statement caught her off guard, glancing at him, she saw him blush. "Um, sure..." She said, a smile on her features. Realizing exactly what he had just said. Then she jogged back onto the field. Looking back at him once, and giving him a smile.

Then she turned and as the whistle blew, she stole the ball, and took it all the way up the field. Dodging her teammates, throwing in some fancy footwork, and finally shooting a goal that no one could stop. Then jogging back quickly to catch the ball as the goalie kicked it back up, heading it as it came back down, she captured it, and then ran begna to run it back up the field. Not giving any one a chance to steal it.
 
"Oh fuck," Andy moaned as his member jutted within her. As much as he longed for this, he had not truly expected it.

His sticky hand joined his dry hand in grasping her taut ass as he began to thrust into her warmth, her wetness coating his cock, pulling him in deeper.

His mouth met hers in a torrid kiss, their tongues wrestling erotically.
 
Jaycie moaned as he entered her. She kissed him roughly, her hands tangeling in his hair.

She thrust her hips into him, pushing him deeper and deeper.

Their lips flying as their tongues played.
 
"Oh Will.." she said in a moan but pleading slightly. "Ohh no.." she half giggled. She began twisting her body as he got lower and lower, teasing her. She couldn't take it anymore. She tried to slide her hands from his grip but it was useless. She was getting hot, as she continued to squirm.
 
Will held her in place, playfully, and heard Stephanie's begging. He looked up from her lower area, his eyes gentle and caring.

"I'm sorry, Baby... should I stop. Is that what you need?" His voice had a soft, teasing tone... almost condescending.

His eyes looked up over her naked body, searching for an answer.

Then his tone changed. "Nah... sorry... no mercy, Baby. You drove me crazy... and now it's my turn."

He gave her a playfully evil look, then stuck his tongue out far, all the while watching her writhe.

He liked down her belly, to her pubic area, until his tongue just glanced across her clitoris. Watching her expression, his view partially obstructed by her bare breasts, only heigthened his desire.

Her scent was distinct, mixed with his own deposit in her body.

His tongue swept back and forth, left to right to left, very, very lightly.
Truth was, Andy couldn't hold off long if he wanted to.... he was just too thoroughly eroticized by this incredible, sexy girl.

But he didn't want to hold off. He was absorbed in the extreme pleasure washing over his body... but he was also scared out of his wits of being caught... something that hadn't seemed to cross Jaycie's mind. She had a freedom, a lack of inhibition that startled him... while it turned him on immensely.

What they were doing was not making love; it was too primal for that term. Andy and Jaycie were out-and-out fucking, and as the moments pressed on, thoughts of getting caught began to recede.

He pressed hard into her, driving as deep as he could, thrusting strongly. His fingers dug into the skin of her ass as the two lovers started to sweat.
Something lept in Mark's heart as she looked back and threw a smile as she went back on the field. He hadn't meant to flirt... or had he? It had all been so spontaneous that he didn't know how to dissect what had just taken place.

As Rylee worked the ball, Coach Mark Evans watched with admiration. She was totally dominating the opposition. At the same time, he tried to evaluate her performance... needing to identify areas where she could improve. He made a couple of mental notes, then began barking commands to the other players. "Joan... anticipate! Don't just watch her feet... watch her eyes for clues of what she's planning..."

Somehow... at some point... Coach Evans became more Mark the man. He observed not only her technique... but also the movement of her body. Without ever meaning to, he imagined her... naked... and found the thought hugely erotic. He fought to bring his thoughts back into line... but not before he felt a twinge in his shorts. He hoped no one noticed; he was getting turned on.

"Beth! Defend her, for crying out loud!"
 
Jaycie knew that the pressure of being caught was immense.

She also knew that this wasn't even making love, it was just fucking.

The thought of being caught was pressed into her mind as they continued.

Both of their breathing was coming heavily, as the continued.
Rylee smiled, as she charged past her team mates. Hearing Evans bark out commands, she turned her face to stone. Showing only concentration, and determination. Her eyes set, as she continued up the field. Her only focus was on the goal, nothing was going to stop her.

Rylee took the ball all the way up the field and took a shot that could have seriously hurt someone. Her kick was powerful, yet graceful at the right moments. Her foot work was amazing, as she scored. It seemed as if she was the only one on the field, no one could touch her. She was just free.

As Beth tried to defend her, Rylee moved the ball away from her, and Beth put her foot right in Rylee's way. Rylee stepped , and tripped right over her foot. Landing hard on her wrist, she heard a small crack. She instantly got up, ignoring the pain that was shooting through her wrist. As she took the ball all the way up the field, and shot the goal. She still creamed the goalie, but she had her jaw set hard. Finally the coach called them all in, and she hung back. Holding her wrist with her other hand, she tried not to show it.
 
Stephanie's body twitched as he brushed over her still sensitive clitoris. She gasped slighty, and closed her eyes. "You're driving me crazy Will.." she said in a whisper, almost unable to speak. She moaned but continued to squirm, attempting to break free.
 
Will's tongue went from very, very light, and began to apply more pressure, circling, flicking, loving.

He tend ventured further down, parting the folds of skins and tasted their combined juices.

Her body was twitching, and soon he released her wrists, placing his hands on her hips as his tongue continued in exploration and play.
Andy was right on the verge of cumming; the sensation of pressing into her body was amazing.

As his body started to tighten, he reached lower on her legs, to her upper thighs, and quickly lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around him. He was deep within her.

The warmth, the tightness, the wetness of her body was amazing.

"Fuck! I'm gonna..." was about all he was able to get out, his lips pressed tight against hers. He felt his stomach muscles tighten.
The coaches called all the girls together into a large group, with Coach Johnson speaking instructions.

Mike scanned the crowd of girls, wanting to find Rylee and tell her what a good job she had done.

She was breathing hard, sweating... and holding her wrist. Mike's expression went to one of concern.

Once the huddle was broken and practice was dismissed, he was by her side.

"Let's get that looked at, Lady."

She had no way of knowing that was his chief expression of endearment.
 
Stephanie moaned loud. She didn't even notice his hands weren't holding hers anymore. She had given in to him completely, letting him do whatever he wanted. She bit her lip as he continued to tease her, she felt she would explode- the pleasure was so intense. It made her want to scream his name for hours.
 
Jaycie's body tightened, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She moaned as her body reacted to his, her hips rocking into his.

"Andy...." She teased, her lips whispering in his ear.

Then they kissed, her lips pressing against his.
Rylee held her wrist, the pain was immense. She winced slightly, and hoped that the coach didn't see her. Her jaw set hard, as she fought to control herself. Listening to the coach speak, she glanced at Mike, she knew he had seen her. She sighed, and then looked up from it as coach dismissed everyone from practice.

Rylee was still breathing hard, as Mike came to her side. Hearing his words, she held her wrist to her stomach. "It's fine..." She said, her voice stern. Her stubborn side was coming out, as she winced as she tried to move it. She walked over to the side, and grabbed her duffel bag, put her soccer ball into it, and then put it on her shoulder with her good hand. Keeping her hurt one close to her body.

She looked at Mike, wondering slightly what he was going to do. She knew it was probably just a fracture, yet it hurt like hell.
 
Their flavors, mixed together, transformed Will from a horny young man to a ravenous wolf. His hands slipped under her hips as he raised her wet mound to his face, his tongue darting, delving, parting, licking, loving. His upper lips hungrily pressed down on her clit as his head cast left and right, with increasing furosity.

He moaned deeply as he felt her body quivering, responding to each movement.
Andy... wanted -- he truly did -- to hold off, but he was just too eroticized by this captivating woman. He actually barely knew her, of course, but was totally taken by her seductiveness.

He lifted her further with his hands tight on her ass as streams of cum shot from his body into hers.

His eyes were clenched shut, tightly, with a look of severe pain on his face; the opposite, actually, was the truth. He'd never been overcome by such extreme pleasure.

Deep gutteral grunts pushed from his lungs as he emptied within her.
Rylee showed no sign of relenting on her desire to act like nothing was wrong. Mike ignored her protests. His right arm went around her waist as his left took control of her duffle bag. He wasn't going to mess with having the manager look at it; he sensed this was a serious injury.

"My car's over there," he motioned with his head. "You're going to the E.R." There was no negotiating at this point. Without a word, he conveyed to Coach Johnson what was happening. The older man nodded his approval. One of his best players was likely to be out the rest of the season.

The younger coach and his player got to his car, a 2004 Malibu. Her duffel bag landed in the back seat. "Hop in, Lady. Let's get that x-rayed." He shut the passenger's door behind her.
 
Stephanie's body shook as she approached another orgasm. "Oh Will.. You're going to make me cum.." she moaned and shut her eyes. She continued to moan; the pleasure getting so intense. She couldn't speak anymore; just moan his name. She pressed her hips, closer to him.
 
Jaycie moaned as he cummed into her body.

It felt so good, as she gasped at the pleasure.

Her entire body was reacting to his, her features soft, almost childlike. Innocent for a moment.
Rylee glared at him as he put his arm around her waist, "Let me go....It's FINE." She said, through clenched teeth. She huffed a sigh, and shook her head no. He practically had to drag her over to his car, "I'm not going..." She said, as they reached his car. "It's just a fracture, I can still play Coach." She said, over her shoulder to him.

As she got into his car, she set her jaw, and glared at him. Remembering the scene, how Beth had placed her foot. "Dumb bitch..." She mumbled, looking out the window. She knew she would still be able to play, even though she would have a cast on her wrist, she would still play.

Rylee rested it in her lap, as they drove to the hospital. Shaking her head, she glared at Mike. She was not happy, and it showed. She dared to have the doctor tell her that she couldn't play, she dared him. Her eyes narrowed, as she sat in silence as they drove.

"You know that I'm still going to play, right?" She finally said to Mike, "It's just a fracture. I can still play..."
 
Will's left hand moved slightly, so that his index and middle fingers pressed between his sopped mouth and her pink opening. Slipping in easily, he reached as far as he could, concentrating all of his tongue's stelth movements on her clit.

He was now, of course, fully hard again... yet again... but his mouth and fingers would not give up their place.

Will could sense her vaginal walls tightening around his fingers, pulling him in further. He started to moan, his lips vibrating on her most sensitive spot.
As Andy's orgasm finally began to subside, his fingers continued to kneed the flesh of her ass, behind held tightly by him. He pressed deep, deep within her, spending every ounce of his energy.

"Cum, Jaycie," he coaxed her. "Can you cum for me?"
 
Jaycie moaned loudly, her entire body feeling as if it would explode. Her breath coming in short gasps, as finally she cummed. Her hips rocked, back and forth, back and forth, as she finally cummed for him.

Her entire body tightened around him, her fingers scratching against his back. Her eyes shut tightly, as she cummed for him.
 
Andy was extremely pleased as he felt her body quiver around his, tightening spasmotically around his still-swollen cock. "Oh Baby... that was wonderful," he gasped, barely able to breathe.

As the euphoric high began to pass, he began to slacken within her, and found his arms feeling like barrels of steel. Carefully he directed her feet to the ground as he messily fell out of her.

"Fuck, Jaycie, we've gotta get dressed!" For the first time, he was aware of sounds in the hallway.
 
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