Chapter 20: Last Saturday of Summer, so of course I meet someone

We played a perfectly controlling game. Parents screamed as we contained Rebecca. I even had a shot on goal but missed the net.

With about 5 minutes to go in the scoreless game, I ran hard down the sideline to get a loose ball. Rebecca appeared to challenge possession. We kicked together. I won and managed to kick the white and black ball first. Her foot swooped through the empty air and smashed into my upper leg.

I crumbled as I held my shattered leg. Rebecca grinned but stopped and knelt beside me. One arm went around my shoulder and the other to the knee of the hurt leg.

Like with Coach Lisa at the beginning of the season, I shuddered and orgasmed. She squeezed tighter and used her eyes to ask, ‘Did you just do what I think you just did.’

I glanced at her, and the world fell away. Her face of concern and gaiety, layered on the most flawless skin, like a moist peach, shone in the sunlight. She even smelled like peaches, my favorite candy flavor as a child.

Time stopped until it jerked into motion with Anna screaming Rebecca’s name and calling her a “Bitch.”

We broke eye contact to study the noise.

Tess and Coach Wilson held Anna back while Coach Lisa and Mom ran to me.

“Are you ok?” “Oh, my baby.” They said together.

“I’m okay,” I said while attempting to stand, only for the leg to betray my words and collapse under me.

Rebecca caught me.

My new hero.

“Let’s get you off the field and have a look,” Coach Lisa said as Mom went under my other arm to help Rebecca move me to the sideline.

“Are you able to play?” The ref asked as she walked over.

“No, I don’t think so,” I replied as they lowered me.

“Coach, what do you want to do?” The ref asked Coach Lisa.

“We keep playing.” Coach Wilson interrupted as he strode over.

“You will be a down player.” The ref said, turning to him.

“I’m not going to play,” Rebecca called out from my side.

What? Why? Trading the best player for the worst gave our team a huge advantage.

“You have to play, or you will get a red card.” The ref said, turning to face her.

“So, you gonna kick me out of the game?” Rebecca laughed at the ref.

“Coach, she will not be allowed to play the rest of the game if she leaves now.” The ref said, turning to the other team’s coach.

“Good luck talking my daughter out of anything,” The other coach said.

“Ok. Game on.” The ref called and blew their whistle.

Without Rebecca, their team lost. We had won the championship, but I didn’t care. I had Rebecca, my soulmate, beside me.

We talked as the teams gathered on the field.

She went to my school. A soccer star who only played on this team because her dad coached it. So smart. So funny. So beautiful.

Fenna ran over and helped me up. Rebecca’s thin, severe, strong face frowned and took my other arm.

They helped me to the middle of the field for the medal presentation.

The medal around my neck only briefly broke my study of the perfect person across from me.

The shiny silver medal went over her short red dyed hair that I wanted to ruffle. It slid past her intense eyes, hawk-like nose, and thin lips. To rest on her flat chest in the middle of her perfect compact body, almost a boy’s body. Her leg muscles flexed and relaxed as she shifted.

I stared at her frowning lips. Sad that she lost the gold for me.

The teams parted with the presentation over.

Our parents cheered us as Fenna and Eva helped me hobble to Mom. I kept glancing over my shoulder. Rebecca walked away with her slumping team and stood with her dad. Their team slowly left, and no one waved. They all shuffled away to angry, sad, and perplexed parents.

My team shouted, yelled, ecstatic while I turned and stared at Rebecca.

It’s good we won, right?

The blonde girls hugged, kissed, tickled, and ran around screaming.

During our celebrations, Mom came up to me.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Ok, I guess,” I replied without much energy.

“Your team just won.” She said as she followed my gaze to where Rebecca gathered her things with her father.

“I just, I don’t know. Yeah, it’s great that we won,” I said.

“Do you like her?” Mom asked.

I turned to her. What do I say? Yeah, we just met, but I found my soulmate.

“Why don’t you invite her to the pool party?” Mom inquired.

I stared at Mom with the ‘I want to, but she might say no’ face. Besides, will the Wilsons even allow me to invite someone?

“And...” Mom said and ran over to Coach Lisa.

I half-heartedly put things in my bag while stealing glances at Rebecca. She stood and talked to her dad. The rest of her team had abandoned them.

Mom returned, “Lisa said it’s ok.”

Rebecca and her dad turned their backs to us and walked to the parking lot.

My heart smashed in my ears while the birds yelled at me.

I hobbled over to them, my knee shooting pain straight up to my crotch, which tingled with delight.

“So, Hey. Yeah, do you want to go swimming? Sometime?” I stammered but gazed into her bright hazelnut eyes.

“Sure.” Rebecca smiled.

“Like, tonight?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know. Dad and I have this end-of-year party to go to, and I just met you.” Rebecca’s frown sucked the color out of the world. The bugs overpowered the birds. The sweet peach smell intensified.

“Rebecca, stop teasing.” Her dad abolished her.

She turned and stabbed him with her stare, telling him to shut up with her frown.

“So, yeah. There’s this party we’re going to.” Rebecca turned and smiled.

That smile broke my body and turned my stomach, bile rising in my throat. I slumped, head down, and hands together as I limped toward Mom.

“It’s at the Wilsons.” Rebecca giggled.

The sun brightened, blinding me, and a blast of fresh grassy smell wrapped me up.

I turned to her thin smile and jumped at her. My leg almost gave out as I landed.

Her arms spread in defense, but I slipped through, wrapped mine around her firm, strong back to avoid falling, and smashed my lips into hers. An orange taste, my new favorite, accompanied her pursed lips.

What have I done?

I broke the kiss and sprinted to Mom. Pain shot up my leg with the first step, and I almost collapsed on the soft green grass.

“I’ll see you tonight!” Rebecca called.

I let out a sigh. I hadn’t screwed it up.

“All settled?” Mom asked and shoved my bag towards me.

“I think so,” I commented and hobbled towards our car at the far end of the parking lot.

She wore the biggest smile.

“Oh, Mom,” I said and went to hug her.

“FUCK!” I screamed as my leg gave out, and I fell in pain.

“Margot!” Mom’s face became concerned until she noticed my smile.

“Don’t do that.” She said as she lightly hit my shoulder.

“It does hurt, but the world’s perfect, you know,” I said.

“Of course,” Mom replied and helped me up.

We drove up to The Wilson’s house. My leg hurt as it bounced with the other one. I placed my hands on my legs, massaging the painful one while trying to hold the other still.

“Worried?” Mom asked.

“No,” I responded into the window.

Tiny bumps on my arm betrayed my lie.

I licked my lower lip, remembering the orange flavoring.

“Wow, lots of cars. I’m going to let you off before I park.” Mom interrupted.

Anna and Fenna stood in the last parking spot in the driveway.

“Oh good, the girls can help you into the house,” Mom commented.

Anna went to Mom’s side of the car, and Fenna came to mine.

“We saved you a spot,” Anna said as Mom lowered the window to talk.

“That’s so sweet. Margot, you have great friends,” Mom commented more to Anna than me.

I agreed as Fenna helped me out of the car and towards the house.

Anna moved to the other side of me, and the three of us hobbled through the double front door, down the sparse main hall, and into the cavernous living room.

They deposited me on a couch.

“Need anything?” Anna asked.

“No, but have you seen Rebecca yet?” I asked.

“I’m right here.” And there she stood, highlighted against the blurry background of people and beige walls.

Rebecca towered over me, eyes sparkled, and white teeth shone beside Fenna.

“I’m Nurse Rebecca. I’ll look after you tonight.” She said as she extended her steely hand for me to shake.

I giggled and placed my warm hand in her firm, athletic, uncompromising hand. They fit perfectly together.

Rebecca’s hot, rough hand touched my forehead. She leaned forward, almost kissing me. I inhaled her pronounced peach and orange scent.

“No fever, but you need close observation.” She spoke.

I smelled orange and parted my lips in reflex.

I leaned forward when she suddenly shifted and sat beside me. I frowned as I inhaled her lingering orange breath. Too aggressive? She did like me, right?

My mind spun, and I tasted bile with the remembrance of the orange-flavored kiss. Had Rebecca kissed me back?

“Where does it hurt?” She asked, studying me.

I pointed to my upper leg.

She touched my leg lightly. Near the knee before slowly going higher. I spread my legs a bit to allow her access to whatever she may want.

“Your leg okay?” Coach Lisa asked, destroying the moment.

Coach Lisa and Mom stood together, studying us on the couch.

Coach Lisa kneeled and inspected my leg. A day ago, hell, a couple of hours ago, I would have spread my legs for her. Now, I wanted everyone to fuck off and leave me alone with Rebecca. Nurse Rebecca.

“You need muscle relaxants. It’s just in spasm.” Coach Lisa said.

She turned to Anna, “Can you get her some?”

I scrutinized Coach Lisa. I understood my former infatuation with her. She had a youthful, always laughing face and a perfectly curved body. However, she smiled too much with her best years well in the past.

Rebecca had a bright future, a soccer star with a grave, determined attitude.

“Margot, take the muscle relaxants. Try to move around. Be careful not to do too much. The movement will help release the muscles. Tomorrow, you will be as good as new. Just with a huge bruise.” She explained.

She stood and grabbed Mom’s hand.

“Do not worry, I’ll take good care of Margot,” Rebecca said while patting me on the head.

“Thank you,” Mom said, allowing Lisa to drag her away.

“Let’s leave the two love birds.” Coach Lisa said as they strolled away.

I blushed and turned to Rebecca to see if she had heard.

She smiled, the most perfect smile, with her thin lips so cute and kissable.

“Here Margot, oh shit, I forgot water,” Anna said, handing me two gray pills.

I needed water or something. The large pills will never go down without support.

Eva appeared and handed me her cooler. When had she arrived? Not just Eva but also Sofia, Ada, Julia, Tess, and Abigail, attached to Robert, now stood around the couch.

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the cooler.

I do not drink alcohol, but I wanted to spend time with Rebecca, and that meant getting my leg better as quickly as possible.

“Are you, like, coming swimming?” Julia asked as soon as I had taken the pills and sipped from the cooler.

“I don’t have a suit here,” Rebecca said to the group.

“One of Rachel’s would fit you. I can take you up to find one.” Anna said.

“I know Rachel’s room,” I said quickly.

I wanted Rebecca for myself.

“She keeps them in the top drawer of her dresser. We’ll see you in the pool.” Anna said as the group walked away.

I held the cooler up for Eva, but she had already abandoned me.

“Nice friends,” Rebecca said.

I nodded and tried to get up to follow.

“Let’s stay here for a bit. I would like to spend some alone time with you,” Rebecca said, pulling me back onto the couch.

We sat and talked as people moved, laughed, and enjoyed themselves in the world around us. A magical bubble kept the world to a distance murmur.

“Do you want another cooler?” Rebecca asked.

I glanced at the empty bottle. How had I finished it so quickly?

“A Coke?” I asked.

Rebecca disappeared.

She moved too fast.

Sadness welled up as she left. I didn’t want her to go. I tried to get up, but my leg hurt more, causing me to fall back on the couch. The murmuring of the other people increased in volume.

I didn’t know what to do. Do I try to find Rebecca? Or stay and hope she returns?

I glanced around the party. Mom, Rebecca’s dad, and Coach Wilson talked near the BBQ.

Most of the team splashed in or around the pool.

Erin stood smoking and talking to a very old grandpa-like man. Her husband? Her daughter stood opposite on the patio. Abigail took puffs from her dab and talked at Robert. They mirrored each other as the men nodded simultaneously.

“I had trouble finding the kitchen. Only one Coke, so I grabbed you a cooler,” Rebecca appeared and sipped from the bright red and silver can.

“Oh, Thanks,” I accepted her offered cooler.

I must have let my disappointment slip because Rebecca asked, “Did you want my Coke? I can just have water.”

Rebecca frowned and offered the can. My heart fluttered as I stared at her down-turned, thin, pretty lips.

She can’t drink because of soccer. I didn’t want to drink, but I couldn’t take the coke from her.

“No, I’m good,” I lied and put on a huge smile.

“I know,” She said and kissed me.

Our second kiss. And sweeter than the first. I pressed my plump lips against Rebecca’s orange-flavored ones while our moist, stiff tongues touched.

Too quickly, the kiss ended. Rebecca sat beside me. Our legs touched, melded, and stuck with heat together.

We talked. I stared at Rebecca’s willowy lips as they moved, pursed, smiled, frowned, and consumed my attention.

Some guy sat down on the other side of Rebecca, and she moved closer to me.

“Rebecca, you’re here?” The guy said and touched her cheek.

“Fuck off, Marcus, I’m busy,” Rebecca said to him before giving me a quick kiss.

I didn’t like this guy for interrupting, but I loved Rebecca moving closer and the orange flavor.

“Do you want to do something later?” Marcus asked.

“What did I say? Fuck Off.” Rebecca said, glaring at him.

Marcus chuckled, stood, and said as he walked off, “If you get bored, I’ll be around.”

I vowed to make sure Rebecca didn’t get bored.

“Marcus is a jerk. We dated a few times last year.” Rebecca told me.

I envied and hated the guy.

“That’s ok...” I started to say when Rebecca suddenly put her hands on either side of my head and kissed me.

Her tongue slipped in, and I greedily kissed her back.

Her body pressed against mine, warming me, causing beads of sweat to form and trickle down my cheeks. I dropped my empty bottle and wrapped my arms around her.

Her hand moved behind my head and the other down to my sore leg.

She squeezed right in the middle of the sorest part.

I orgasmed in her arms.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered to me, “That’s three. I plan to give you many more.”

Holy shit, perfect. So perfect. I lunged. I smashed my lips into hers and pushed Rebbeca backward on the couch. I wanted to throw my clothes off and make love to her right on that couch, right in the middle of the party.

She stopped me, “Let’s go find me a swimsuit.”

Rebecca helped me off the couch. Together, we climbed the stairs to Rachel’s room.

I worried about Rachel and Matt fucking on the bed. I wanted Rebecca to myself for more kisses. And maybe something more.

The messy room contained nobody.

Rebecca placed me on the edge of the unmade bed and turned to me.

“I’m going to give you a fashion show.” She cooed and did a little twirl.

“Yes, please.”

Rebecca closed the door and rummaged through the top drawer.

“I could wear this.” She said, turning and holding up a see-through lace bra and matching panty set.

I wanted her to wear that. But I worried about guys like Marcus. I smiled but shook my head, ‘No.’

“Don’t worry, she has swimsuits in here as well,” Rebecca giggled, throwing the bra and panties into the corner.

“This may work.” She commented while holding a sports bra-style swim top and skirt-style swim shorts.

She proceeded to take off her shirt. Topless? Best day. Ever.

She held the top up to her sports bra.

“I may as well just wear my bra.” She threw the top into the corner.

I stared at her cute little nipples poking through her white sports bra. I wanted to lick, kiss, and suck on the little nubs.

She took off her soccer shorts to reveal white panties with a slight outline of her pussy lips. Now I wanted to put my face in her pussy and lick.

“These show less,” Rebecca said, tossing the bottoms into the corner.

Turning, she rummaged through the drawer.

She has such a small, firm bum. Her butt muscles contracted and relaxed as she pulled pieces of clothing out of the drawer and threw them in the corner.

“Oh, this is perfect.” She finally said.

She turned and held up a bright yellow string bikini top.

“Let’s see if it fits,” Rebecca commented, holding it to her chest.

Off went her sports bra, and a pair of cute budding breasts now captured my attention, my mind, my everything. Wow, so perfectly beautiful. Firm to her chest. Her small, red areola accented her long, stiff nipples. I wanted to put my lips on the erect raspberries.

Rebecca hid her perfect breasts with the bright yellow fabric. She turned around and backed to me with the yellow strings dangling down her back.

With trembling fingers, I tied the suit up. Rebecca’s chiseled, muscled back tensed and relaxed with each hot touch of my fingertips.

She leaned over, bringing her perfect little ass close to my face. I inhaled peaches with a metallic tang.

I unconsciously leaned forward to lick.

“Too tight.” She stated.

Her ass moved away. Her sweet smell dissipated into Rachel’s rose-scented room.

I loosened the strings, lightly touching and enjoying her back. I rubbed her shoulders. I wanted to keep touching her.

She reached back. Her deft fingers re-tied the strings.

“That’s perfect.” She said, turned around, and leaned forward.

The pieces of cloth fell away. The yellow triangles presented the raspberry-red nipples as they floated off Rebecca’s chest. I studied them, memorizing the vision before lifting my eyes.

Smiling, she leaned a couple of inches and kissed me, quick and soft.

“Now. Just bottoms,” Rebecca declared, stood, and returned quickly to the drawer.

She threw more clothes into the corner.

“This might do.” She said and turned around with the matching yellow bottoms.

She slipped out of her panties. I had my first peek at her perfectly shaved pussy. She had large labia, the meaty lips dangled down, while her erect, mini-penis clit thrust out and begged for my tongue.

I peeked up from the gorgeous sight to her mischievous smile.

She tied the bikini on and did a little spin.

“It matches. I guess.” She said.

She put her finger on her pussy lips and rubbed. A small vertical wet line appeared on the suit.

“Doesn’t compliment my body.” She explained.

A quick spin around.

“Doesn’t work.”

She untied the side strings, and it floated to the ground like a yellow leaf of autumn. A string of fluid extended from suit to pussy, breaking only when the suit moved past her knees.

I wanted to lick that suit and what it barely hid.

Her now naked bum and dangling pussy lips captured my eyes as she threw more clothes out.

“Hey, look what I found.” She declared.

Rebecca turned around with a dildo in her hand.

“Rachel’s a naughty girl.” She commented as she brought the head of the dildo to her pussy and rubbed it up and down.

Her pussy lips spread out into a butterfly as the dildo head pushed her juices around.