Playing To Win: Playing The Game II
Copyright© 2007 by Rev. Cotton Mather
Chapter 2: Running
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Running - Welcome to the return of one of the most celebrated Internet novels of erotica. Sean Porter, soccer kid, is on a journey of discovery. Follow along as Sean continues to find his path through the minefield of adolescent relationships, while discovering his growing skills playing the most popular game in the world.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Romantic First
Jorge was a true friend. Even with all his efforts, though, Kristina cried for a week after she found out about what happened, and she wouldn't even talk to me. Molly started out the week practically vamping around me, but after a couple of days of me not even acknowledging her, she toned it down a little. It was still monumentally embarrassing, but there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe I was imagining it, but there seemed to be a lot of whispering and finger-pointing going on in the halls between classes as I walked alone through school. My appetite was gone, and I couldn't concentrate on homework.
What I did, instead, was run. Every afternoon after school, I would grab my soccer ball and head for the park and run laps around the baseball fields and the soccer fields. At first I just kicked the ball and ran after it, getting some of my frustrations out by slamming on the ball. Chasing that ball down got old pretty fast, so I began to give myself targets to aim for. Maybe it was a stick in the grass I would try to hit, or I would aim for a fence post and give myself some imaginary give-and-go passes. This progressed into doing alternating laps dribbling with just my left foot, then my right foot, then just the inside of each foot, followed by a lap using just the outside of my foot. By the end of the week, I had added an occasional lap where I would try to keep the ball in the air, juggling it off my foot, my knee, my head, shoulder, chest, anything I had to do to keep the ball from hitting the ground. That was surprisingly hard to do, especially while trying to move around the perimeter of a field.
Twice a week, Coach Bill and the team would meet me at the park for practice. Bill and I had allowed the boys to pick a team name, and they decided to call themselves the Warriors.
Early one afternoon, Lori Wilkinson saw me working out when she dropped off the boys for practice a few minutes early. I was just coming toward Bill and the boys, doing a crossover dribble that made me look like a hopping, wounded duck, when I saw her walking toward me, a big smile on her face.
"What are you doing, Sean? It looks so funny," she said.
I was out of breath, and couldn't answer for a minute. I wiped the sweat off my face with the edge of my t-shirt. I saw her eyes glance at my belly, but I was huffing and puffing too much to suck it in.
"Torturing myself," I finally managed to reply. "It looks pretty odd, I know, but it makes me concentrate on the ball more."
"How early are you here before practice, Sean? If you have time, I know Davey and Kip would really like to play more soccer with you."
"That would be great," I said. "Practice starts at five, so if you can bring them by around four-fifteen or so, that will give us plenty of time."
"Wonderful!" Lori clapped her hands together in delight. "I'll tell them about it on the way home. If I let them know now, they'll be impossible to handle during practice, they'll be so excited." Her eyes were bright as she continued, "You've been so good for them. I can't even express how much you have meant for them, Sean."
We chatted for a few minutes more as Coach Bill got his cones and drills organized. Other moms were driving up, dropping boys off for practice. Justin's mother saw Lori and me talking, and came over to say hello.
