The Sexy Soccer Player
One of the great things about being in college is getting to be around different people. Going away to college is a great experience. It forces you to grow up, learn to be independent and you get to meet people who you would have probably never met, if you stayed in your home town. I got to meet so many different people from other parts of the world at college. Africans, Arabs, Europeans, Latin Americans and Asians. And each person came with their own unique culture and language. The African brothers were quite interesting. I hadn’t met many growing up, but had read a little about their cultures. However, it was different meeting them in person. I got to be friends with a Ghanaian brother called Samuel and he invited me to several African parties, which turned out to be quite raucous affairs. There was lots of booze and the music was a mixture of R&B, hip hop and African music, which I had never heard before. It was interesting to see how African artists had adopted hip hop and R&B influences. It made me realize how powerful music was. Samuel said Black American music was very popular around the world. It had greatly influenced Africans. When black people were singing “Say It loud, I'm black and I’m proud,” so were Africans. They even wore bell bottoms and afros, like they did in the ‘70s. Unfortunately, as gangsta rap music became more powerful and Black Americans started talking about niggas and bitches, so did Africans. Apparently, during the Sierra Leone Civil War, a rebel group had named itself the West Side Niggaz, after their favorite rap stars. They later changed that to the West Side Boyz.
Still, the parties were fun. I got to try some African food, I had never even heard of. Some of it looked nasty, but when you tried it, it was actually quite good. I developed a taste for a Nigerian dish called pounded yam, which was served by a jovial Nigerian brother called Mikey. It looked like mashed potatoes, but was considerably heavier. The first time I ate it, it made me woozy, which Mikey got a kick out of. Mikey was an interesting fella. He was of medium height, jet black and muscled. He was also smart as a whip and majored in philosophy and political science, with an eye to going to law school. Me, Mikey and Samuel became a group, holding late-night bull sessions, while we were either high or drunk, or both. And whenever I had a tough class, I turned to Mikey, who always had the answer. Mikey was always moving a mile a minute, the brother read like four newspapers a day, two books at a time, and slept about four hours. He was always cooking up some business deal or the other. Some of his deals blew up in his face, and some were barely legal. He wrote term papers for other college students, and even did homework for some people. His behavior was quite common among Nigerians. I learned Nigeria was a nation of hustlers, and the people had become quite accustomed to bending and breaking the rules. Mikey told me everything he did was legal, although some of the things he did were only legal because they hadn’t written laws to cover them yet. He was quick to point out he was not like other Nigerians, who were into hard-core crime like identity fraud and drugs. Mikey told me a lot of Nigerians did that shit, and when the cops came after them, they bailed out Nigeria, where they were largely untouchable by American laws.
I hung out with Mikey and Samuel a lot and learned there was a friendly rivalry between Ghana and Nigeria. Mikey used to tease Samuel about being dark (which was funny, because Mikey was dark, by American standards.) And Samuel would tease Mikey about being a con man, like all Nigerians. Mikey and Samuel also got me into soccer, which was huge in Africa and other parts of the world. I dabbled with the game when I was growing up in the DC area. But I was never really good at it, since I was skinny and unathletic back then. Soccer wasn’t really promoted in the black community. Black folks tended to stick to football, basketball and baseball. Mikey pointed out that around the world, soccer was seen as the sport of poor people, but in America it had become the sport of middle-class, white kids. He said this was quite political and more than a little messed up.
“I think there could be a lot of great Black American soccer players, but the game is not promoted,” he said. “Also, white people want to keep soccer white, because they don’t want black people to come in and dominate it the way they have done other sports. It’s too bad, because there are a lot of scholarships available for soccer players. Plus, brothers can make good money, if they’re willing to go to Europe.”
He showed me some European soccer mags and pointed out the salaries. He converted them from English pounds to dollars and they were pretty good. Players could become millionaires from kicking a ball. Of course, this was before Major League Soccer took off. I actually got into soccer and started watching it. It was a great game, full of flowing play and athleticism. Soccer players could also make the ball do amazing things, like swerve past walls of players. I could see why it was called “the beautiful game” around the world.
Mikey was a pretty good amateur soccer player and invited me to come and watch him play. He was quick, aggressive and made a great striker, who scored lots of goals. He was also a great dribbler and could kick with both feet, a prized skill in soccer. Mikey later bragged that some colleges had tried to recruit him as a kicker. Mikey even dragged me to some college soccer games. My college had created a women’s soccer team a few years ago and they were pretty good and regularly won conference titles.
“Come and check it out bro,” said Mikey, flashing a toothy smile. “Even if you don’t like the game, some of these soccer chicks are hot.”
So one night Mikey and I decided to check out a local game featuring the Lady Tigers, as the team was called. They were pretty good and easily steamrolled a team from Texas Tech, beating them 4-0. Mikey was right, some of the chicks were hot. However, there weren’t any sisters, which was not surprising. Playing soccer meant they were great athletes, because they had to be able to get up and down the field. Also, soccer is a surprisingly physical game. The players often ran head on into each other in violent collisions. Most of the chicks had thick thighs and when they pulled off their jerseys, I saw a lot of them had six packs. One stood out though. She wore the number 9 shirt and was the center forward. She was 5 foot 10 inches, pale and had flowing blondehair pulled back in a scrunchy. She was quick and aggressive, like good forwards are. She ran the opposing defense ragged and bagged three goals. “She plays like me,” joked Mikey. I was star struck. As Mario Puzo said in his book, “The Godfather,” I was struck by the thunderbolt. She looked like a soccer playing Viking! I had to figure out a way to meet her. After the game, I wandered onto the field and made it through some young fans to the star striker. I learned from the program her name was Kelly Christiansen. I pulled out my program and quickly asked for an autograph.
“You played like a female Ronaldo,” I said, remembering a Brazilian star I had seen over at Mikey’s house.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing “I’m no way as a good as him.”
We chatted for a while and I said my friend Mikey was a big fan. I pointed to Mikey, who was trying to mack on the goalie, who was a 6ft 2inch Amazon. He liked women who towered over him.
Eventually, Kelly said she had to go to a post-game meeting with the team and left. But I promised myself I had to try to meet her again. A few days later, I called Larry, the newspaper editor, and talked him into letting me do a feature story about Kelly. I did some research and learned she was the conference’s top scorer. I called Sports Information, set up an interview and we met at the soccer team’s gym. She was dressed in a track suit and had her hair pulled into a bun. I noticed she had freckles around her aquiline nose and piercing blue eyes. Her face looked scrubbed clean, as if she had just gotten out of the shower. She was quite striking.
I spent an hour talking to her about her background and how she got into soccer. It turns out her dad was an immigrant from Sweden and a semi-pro over there. He had put a ball at her feet as soon as she could walk, and she had taken to the game. She was a star player as a teenager and been heavily recruited to the college, where her career really took off. She spent a lot of time watching European soccer, when she wasn’t playing or studying, and was thinking of going overseas, after she graduated, to play professionally. (This was before the women’s professional league took off in the States.) I was impressed, she seemed like a well-rounded person, who was more than a jock.
I gathered enough material to turn in a puff-ball feature story. Larry ran the story and I got an email from Kelly, saying she had pinned the story up on her wall and was really pleased with it. Her teammates gave her some shit about it for while, but she didn’t care. She also sent it to her parents, who put in in her scrapbook.
I didn’t want to let things go, so we began emailing back and forth. She emailed me, when she was heading out to away games and I always wished her luck. I also started turning up for all the home games, mainly to see Kelly’s thick thighs and big calves hammering the ball into the net over and over again. I began to wonder what she looked like under her gear. After several weeks of chatting, I asked Kelly out to grab some pizza and after we ate, we wound up back at my place, where we shared a bottle of wine.
“I thought your coach didn’t like you drinking?” I asked.
“Yeah, but players always break the rules, when they get the chance. Plus, as long as I keep scoring, coach isn’t going to get on my case,” she replied. “Actually, a lot of drinking goes on at parties thrown by the football team. A lot of girls on the team have dated football players.”
My ears pricked up at that. “So how did that work out?”
She shrugged. “So so. They have great bodies, but some of them are a dumb as rocks. Plus, most of them want you to worship the ground they walk on, ‘cos they are big men on campus. And they’re not usually faithful. They always have groupies, waiting in the wings.”
We had gotten halfway through the bottle, and her tongue was getting looser.
“So, have you ever dated a football player?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, with a sour face. “He was a jerk, he had a big dick though. But he didn’t know how to use it. “
“Didn’t your parents freak?” I asked.
“No, not really. My dad’s from Sweden, which is very open minded. And my mom lived over there for a while, so some of that rubbed off on her.”
I could see she was getting slightly tipsy.
“So, are you a size queen?”
“No, I like a man who knows what to do with his dick,” Kelly said, with a slight slur. “Do you have a big dick?”
“It’s big enough.”
“Let me see.”
I obliged, unzipped my fly and let out my dick, which was rock hard. I had been carrying a boner for Kelly for weeks and I was straining for action.
“That’s nice,” said Kelly, and gripped my dick in her pale, slender hand. She leaned closed to me and mashed her lips with mine. She smelled of wine and pizza, but I didn’t care. That was an aphrodisiac, as far as I was concerned. We started kissing and pawing at each other’s clothes. I unzipped her track suit and she began unbuttoning my shirt. I got her jacket off and helped her roll off her Nike sports bra, which wasn’t as complicated as regular bras. She had small, breasts that were tipped with rose-collored niples. She undid her hair and let her hair drop to her shoulders. I quickly kicked off my clothes and helped her out of her tracksuit pants and sports briefs, revealing her pale, naked body. I climbed on top of her and sucked on her lips. I spread her legs and eased my dick into her cunt. She gasped as she felt my girth. I pushed into her and began to gently stroke at her pussy. I thrust in deep all the way to the hilt, eased out halfway, then did it again. I kept up at that pace, teasing her to the edge. It was working. I noticed her breathing getting heavier, then turn into loud pants. Soon she was moaning and thrashing away, and when she reached her peak, she yelled and locked her limbs around my ass. I climaxed shortly after her, with a loud groan as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. After, we lay on the couch, panting for breath.
Finally, she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
“Wow, that was …”
“Passionate…” I said.
“Yes,” she said, surprised. “I’ve never done that before. Most of the guys I fuck with cum in like five minutes and don’t give a damn about the woman. Where did you learn that?”
“I had some good teachers,” I said, modestly.
Kelly took another swig straight from the bottle.
“Rest is over buddy. I’m ready to go again.”
She reached down, stroked my dick and got it hard again. We fucked hard for two hours that night. She came about four times. The things you can do when you’re young! I learned that it wasn’t only male athletes who had high sex drives. Kelly may have looked like the perfect all-American girl, but she was wild in the sack. She was into mild BDSM and asked me to pull her long, flaxen hair, as I fucked her doggie style. She also had me whisper dirty words in her ear as I fucked her. Kelly had me spank her ass until it turned red. She said spankings made her soaking wet.
And so it began, we saw each other as regularly as we could for busy college students. She always came over after practice. Apparently working out got her real horny, and she always wanted to get off. We would get in the shower together, I would soap her body and we would passionately kiss. Then I would get on one knee, spread her pussy lips and eat her out slowly. She would scream like a scalded cat and thrash around so much, I’m surprised we didn’t tear the shower curtain down.
When she was away on the road, we would keep up by text. I would promise to eat her out, if she scored a goal, and she always would. I had to live up to my end of the bargain and go down on her, which she loved. Her coach should have given me a bonus, because I’m sure my pussy-eating skills helped win the conference title that season!
When we weren’t fucking or eating pizza, we would lay in bed watching European soccer and talk. Kelly told me there were quite a few lesbians on the team, which wasn’t surprising. She had tried being with a woman, one night at a drunken party, but realized it wasn’t for her.
“I like dick too much,” she confessed. “I like the taste of cum, the feel of a throbbing cock inside me and being dominated by a man. I have to be so tough on the field, it’s nice to give that up for a while.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I laughed.
I flipped the channel and we stumbled on a porn movie on HBO. It was a scene featuring a white woman with two black men. Kelly watched it with fascination.
“You interested in that?” I asked.
She blushed. “Yeah, is that bad?”
“Hey, it’s cool. Whatever happens between consenting adults,” I said. “I can make that happen if you want.”
“How?” she asked, fascinated.
“I have a friend in mind, but if I do it for you, you have to do something for me in return.”
“What?”
“Set up a threesome for me, with another girl,” I said.
She thought about it for a while, and agreed. And so I set the ball in motion. I talked to Mikey, who was into wild sexual shit. He had banged the goalie, fought with her when she got all religious and was onto his next conquest. I knew he was into Kelly because he was constantly giving me shit about how I had beaten him to get her. So one night, while Kelly was at my place, we invited Mikey over. We had a great time drinking wine, and watching the European Champions League final. When the game was over, we were all pretty drunk.
“You still want to do this?” I said to Kelly, and she nodded in agreement,
She stumbled to her feet and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She pulled off her bra, dropped her shorts and dropped her panties. I was hard, and I could see a bulge in Mikey’s pants. She grabbed us by the hands and led us to the bed. Kelly got on her knees, took out my cock and began to suck it. Mikey got behind Kelly and slipped his cock into her pussy. From the sloppy noises he was making fucking her, I could tell she was nice and wet. She sucked my prick and deep throated me, as I tugged gently on her hair and whispered, “Yeah suck my dick good, slut.” (She liked that kind of thing.) Meanwhile Mikey slammed away at her ass. It was an erotic picture, a pale white female body being penetrated by too dark, black bodies. Finally, Mikey groaned loudly, pulled out and came on her ass. I pulled out and came all over Kelly’s face. That set her off and she shot a huge geyser of cum out of her pussy. She lay on the bed covered in fluids, looking deliciously naughty. I got up to get us some drinks and we sat around sipping wine.
Kelly’s face was flushed, and she peered shyly over her drink at me.
“I can’t believe I actually did that,” she said. “That was so dirty, but so sexy.”
“Yeah, you were hot girl,” said Mikey, panting for breath. After he finished his drink, he thanked both of us, pulled on his clothes and left.
I reminded Kelly that since I had fulfilled her fantasy, she had to come through for me. She promised she would, and had some women in mind. After the Lady Tigers won the conference title, they had a team party. Kelly later came over to my house with one of her teammates, Shae, a petite, raven-haired girl, who played as a midfielder. The girls had been drinking and I offered them some more beer at my house.
Kelly said Shae was bisexual.
“Actually, I don’t like to be put in a box, I’m experimenting now. I kinda prefer girls though, but sometimes I like guys,” she said shyly.
“Well, maybe we can all make each other happy,” I said.
Kelly nodded enthusiastically. She was perched on my couch, next to Shae and they began staring into each other’s eyes. Then their lips locked and they began tugging off their clothes. It was erotic watching those two beautiful bodies exploring each other. Kelly motioned for me to get involved.
“Come here, babe,” she said, in between kisses.
I stripped off and got behind her. I kissed her neck, as she explored Shae’s mouth. Kelly reached behind and grabbed my dick. Then she took Shae’s hand and placed it on my cock.
“See how nice he feels, Shae?” she said.
Shae nodded shyly. I and fucked Kelly doggie style. As I fucked her, she bent over and ate Shae’s pussy. We each licked and fucked each other for what felt like an eternity, until Shae’s eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a quiet moan. I grabbed Kelly’s hair and slammed her hard until I felt her pussy contract and squeeze an orgasm out of me. Afterwards Kelly and Shae lay cuddled together and Kelly whispered, “I want you to experience his dick.”
She grabbed my dick, sucked it until it was nice and hard and then eased it into Shae’s dripping pussy. Then she sat on Shae’s face, so she ate Kelly’s pussy as I fucked her. That was the hottest part of the night! There was so much groaning, squealing and fluids spilled, I was pretty sure both girls had multiple orgasms. My sheets were ruined that night.
Kelly and I got into bed together tired from the night’s events. Shae said she enjoyed having dick again, but preferred having emotional relationships with women. We actually all hung out a few times together. Sometimes Kelly and Shae would go off and do girly stuff together, while I hung out with the boys and at the end of the day we would all end up in either bed or the shower. It was a great arrangement, very loose and non possessive, but everyone seemed happy.
Eventually things tapered off. Shae graduated and moved to another state. Kelly and I both graduated and she got a deal playing professionally in Europe. I’ve kept up with her career online. She got quite famous and even played for a professional women’s team in America, where she became the face of the franchise, used in all their merchandise. The public loved her all-American good looks. I never asked if she kept up with her wild sex life, but I’ll always remember her steamy college days. I’m sure she does too.
