The silence in the stands was smothering as nearly everyone held their breath. Even if this wasn't the women's state championship, it had still been one of the most intense soccer games anyone had witnessed. Although both teams had fought hard, the crowd was clearly on the side of the home team, the Rough Riders. Despite walking into this season as the underdogs, here they were prepared to win the first championship game in years. The score was tied 4-4, and of course it came down to one last penalty kick. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. But there was one person more tense than any other.
You sat with bated breath. Not only was the state championship on the line, but the girl who was about to kick what could be the winning goal was your girlfriend Rachel. You don't know how you ever worked up the courage to ask her out, but ever since you did you've been the team's unofficial cheerleader. You've gotten to know the other team members a bit over the season. Heather sort of intimidates you, but she's always been super friendly. Claire, on the other hand, always seems bratty and snarks at you constantly, although Rachel insists she means well. Mary is basically the team mom, and is more or less the only responsible one. Finally Ana, while she's very sarcastic, always makes you laugh.
Rachel stands at the ready, and with two quick strides, kicks the ball. It goes sailing and everyone jumps to their feet. You feel time slowing down as the ball sails towards the opposing goalie's fingers...and just barely grazes the tips. It continues on, catching the net and ensuring victory! The crowd erupts into cheers, and you're right there along with them. This rush of excitement, you can only imagine how Rachel and the girls are feeling!
The team celebrates themselves, hugging each other and charging up the grass, waving their hands in triumph. At the center of it all is Rachel. You try to wave at her but there's no way she can see you among the throngs of people. You remember getting to know her over the season; her bubbly personality, her only sometimes troubling lack of social grace, her confidence in everything she does.
And her nearly endless sexual appetite. Nearly every game, especially victories, end with her dragging you back to her apartment for a very long night of celebration. Not that you would ever complain. In all honesty, you've always felt as though you couldn't quite keep up with her. But she seemed to love this time with you, and would, in her uniquely oblivious way, brag about your skills in front of her friends. Which never failed to embarrass you. Still, this was by and far the best relationship you have ever been in, and just sitting up here in the stands cheering with everyone else didn't feel very special.
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After the game had winded down, the championship awards were handed out, and people began to leave the arena, you decided to break away from the crowd and visit the team's locker room. Sure, it wasn't technically allowed, it was the girls locker room after all, but you felt as long as you were sneaky about it what's the harm?
You make your way to the room and hear the loud conversations of a still celebrating team. Deciding to knock, just in case anyone had started taking off their gear, you are greeted with the overjoyed face of Rachel swinging the door open.
"Guys! GUYS! Look who it is!" she shouts, dragging you into the room. Thankfully everyone was still decked out in their soccer attire.
"H-hey everyone! I wanted to come by and, well, I mean you all did fantastic!"
"Aww isn't he the sweetest!" Rachel throws her arms around you and plants a kiss on your cheek. She's still sweaty from the game, but at the moment it's the best thing you'd want to smell.
"He's a perv is what he is, I bet he just wanted a sneak peak while we were changing!" Claire piped up in her trademark high pitched voice.
"Aw knock it off!" Heather said, slapping Claire on the back hard enough to cause her to rock forward. "He's too smitten to do something like that, right, loverboy?" She glanced at you in a way that could only be described as sarcastic hunger, and made you blush up immediately.
"Careful, he'll light on fire," Ana dryly quipped. She was always fairly hard to read, but she gave you a slight smile that seemed...eager?
"Hey, he's our friend, and a part of the team as far as I'm concerned. Let's keep the teasing to a minimum, alright?" Mary, the team captain, always seemed to look out for you. Heather let out a slightly awkward laugh while Ana sarcastically saluted.
"In fact...I'm actually super glad you showed up!" Rachel exclaimed. "See, uh, we got a...um..." Rachel was not the type of person to fumble with words, so you were immediately suspicious. Looking around everyone seemed slightly awkward. Not in an uncomfortable way, more in a sense everyone wanted to get going with something.
Sensing the overbearing silence, Heather piped up. "You see...um...well we all wanted to win the championship, and we've been training very hard for it..."
"Yeah," Rachel started up again. "But I thought maybe everyone needed a little push to really get us kicked into overdrive! So, I promised if we won..." Again she trailed off, and Mary took the reins.
"Well, we've been really enjoying having you around this season. Yes, even Claire." You hear a small pout coming from her direction. "And Rachel has let us know...how happy you two are together. Which is great! We wouldn't want to mess anything up between you two. But we each, individually, may have...I mean what I'm trying to say is that Rachel and us came to an understanding...or maybe a..." Even Mary was having trouble spitting it out. While she tried to break whatever it was she wanted me to know as tactfully as possible, Ana chimed in.
"We all want to fuck you and Rachel said we could if we won." You were glad to notice nearly everyone was as embarrassed as you, and were staring at Ana. "What?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It's true. And she says you're a good lay. So you down?"
Suddenly everyone's eyes were on me.