Seducing Sara

Rex, who is normally not a soccer player, was brought by several of his friends who are both swimmers and soccer players to participate in the Greenwich Sports Day soccer matches. Rex was struck by Sarah’s beauty, and several of those same friends teased him and dared him to try and make a move on Sarah, which is why he was nearby enough to be the target for her command.

Rex idly considers denying Sarah for her rude request, but ultimately he decides it’s as good a way to meet her as any. Rex collects the water bottle and strolls over to Sarah, placing it in her hands. “Hi there, I’m Rex,” he says, flashing her a charming and flirty smile. “The Greenwich team has me playing forward for this match, so this water bottle is the only thing you’ll catch coming me until the match ends, goalkeeper,” Rex says, an edge of challenge and confidence in his voice as he holds his sea-blue gaze to Sarah’s strikingly red eyes.

As the water bottle bounces off of Rex’s chest, he moves with surprising speed to catches it before it hits the ground. “Soccer may not be my primary sport, but I’m no slouch either. You might just be surprised,” Rex says before taking a drink from Sarah’s water bottle. As Sarah stretches and flaunts her curves in Rex’s direction, he gives in to the temptation and admires her body hungrily.

When Sarah looks over her shoulder to catch Rex staring, he shrugs unapologetic for his ogling, and even lifts his own shirt to reveal his muscular torso and sprays some of the contents of Sarah’s water bottle on to his body. “To cool off, you see,” he says, explaining his behavior while making sure she gets a good look at him.

Rex enjoys the cool sensation and Sarah’s eyes on him for a moment, before returning her water bottle to her bag and making ready to start the march. He spots her name written on her bag this time, and as he jogs to his position as forward for the Greenwich team he gives her a friendly wave and calls back, “Get ready to lose, Sarah!”

As Rex’s most recent effort to score a goal is stopped in its tracks by Sarah’s skilled goal-keeping, his frustration and oddly his desire for Sarah grow in equal measure. He uses both to fuel his next attack, juggling around the Northview center back with surprising agility for somebody whose sport of choice soccer is not.

Rex lines up a kick for the Northview goal, but seeing Sarah ready to stop him again he smirks and decides to try the unexpected: Rex pops the ball up into the air just ahead of him, and leaps up for a crazy bicycle kick in midair. The ball hooks almost around Sarah as Rex hits the ground, but he looks triumphant as he rises and hears the Greenwich team cheering for his goal.

Rex’s teammates come over to congratulate him, but he has eyes only for Sarah who he knows must be fuming over his success. When Rex catches her red eyes, he gives her a wry grin and shrugs. He calls out to her, “Maybe swimming is a good sport after all… at least you’re really pretty when you’re mad… ‘Darling!’” Rex mimics the inflection with which Sarah called him ‘darling’ before the match began.

As the first half of the match progresses, Rex is continually impressed with Sarah’s athleticism and skill. Despite the barrage of shots on the Northview goal Rex and the Greenwich strikers manage to take, only the very luckiest manage to slip past Sarah’s nearly impenetrable guard. During one attempt in which Rex gets very near to Sarah and the goal, which she stops in it’s tracks, Rex says to her, “You know, before the match started I thought you were hot. But now that I can see how crazy you are about winning, I’ve revised my opinion.” He gives her a wicked grin as he continues, “You’re kinda scary, but downright gorgeous.”

As the first half of the game comes to a close and the players are offered a twenty minute halftime break, Rex breaks away from the Greenwich team to speak to Sarah. He snatches up her water bottle from her bag and brings it to her at the Northview goal, a mirror of their first conversation earlier in the day.

When Sarah hands her water bottle back to Rex he drinks from it, a subtle sign showing their growing familiarity with one another. When Sarah lowers her voice and whispers to him, he stands a little closer to her and retorts in a similarly low whisper, “You’re definitely crazy, Sarah - but that’s part of what makes you so appealing to me.”

He continues in the same low tone, “I’ve had my eyes on how ‘impressive’ you are all day, but if beating your cute butt at soccer is what it takes to get your attention, you can be certain that I will put every last scrap of energy I have in to winning.” He gives Sarah a playful nudge with one elbow as he turns to go, clearly planning on returning to his team to warm up and before the second half of the match begins.

Now at a normal volume, allowing himself to be heard by his teammates and hers, Rex calls back to Sarah, “And thanks for sharing your water with me!” He gives her one last playful look and actually has the audacity to give her a wink and a blow her a kiss before he returns her water bottle to her bag and rejoins his team.

Rex pushes himself harder than he has for any athletic training or competition prior. He is driven by Sarah’s challenge, completely motivated by her tempting offer of ‘something even more impressive.’ He runs faster, works harder, and manages to impress even some of his soccer player friends - but they don’t matter to him now. Impressing Sarah and earning her attention does.

He and Sarah clash again and again with Rex sending a barrage of attempted goals her way. Despite Rex’s passion and effort, Sarah’s own passion and skill combine to form an incredibly formidable barrier. During one of Rex’s more aggressive attempts to score, he and Sarah end up facing off in a more intimate exchange as she exits the goal to stop him. “Fancy a dance?” Rex asks with ragged breath, juggling the ball to one side and then the other while trying to get around Sarah to score. His voice is challenging, but also low and intimate - these words are just for her. “You’ve certainly got the legs for a dance. I’ve told you that you’re pretty this quarter of the game, haven’t I?” He knows Sarah’s skills are superior in this regard and that he has little chance of beating her, so he hopes to distract her with less than subtle flirtation.

Rex’s stamina is beggining to flag in the last quarter of the match. Even the longest swimming events don’t last as long as a full soccer match, and the amount of energy he’s been burning to try and keep up with Sarah and the rest of the Northview team are taking their toll. As a result, Rex is caught somewhat off guard when Sarah employs his own strategy of cutting sarcastic and competitive remarks when they clash, and he loses control of the ball to her shortly after. He collects himself and catches his breath for a moment as she sends the ball away from the Northview goal again, and when he’s recovered enough he meets Sarah’s gaze and shrugs. In a tone of voice that is flirty, exhausted, and a little smug all at once, he responds, “Let’s be clear, Sarah - I never want to lose, but if I have to lose to you, at least I’ll get to enjoy the view on my way down the leaderboard.”

Rex rallies well as the soccer match comes to it’s closing minutes. Northview is up by one point, but with Greenwich in possession of the ball and quickly making progress towards Sarah in the Northview goal, the possibility for a tie is still very much on the table. The ball is passed up to Rex, and there is nobody left between he and Sarah to decide the fate of the game. As he juggles and prepares to make the final shot of the evening, the first orange flows of the sunset in the distance illuminate the players.

Rex’s eyes flick up to meet Sarah’s from perhaps forty yards away, and he winks for her saying, “Show me everything you’ve got, Sarah.” His leg come up for the shot, and he makes contact with the ball, the laces of his athletic shoes connecting squarely with the ball. It rips through the air, the speed at which it flies and spins causing it’s shape to appear somewhat warped from it’s normal spherical look. Rex’s heart beats hard and fast in his chest as he waits to see Sarah’s move. He’s a little surprised to realize that he truly doesn’t mind losing to her and Northview anymore - by developing such an intense rivalry and close connection to Sarah over the course of the game, he feels he’s already won.

Rex and his teammates commiserate over their loss, and a few even jokingly tell him he got too distracted by Sarah’s body, but he shuts them up with a sharp word, “None of that. Northview beat us fair and square - we all have it our very best, and their best happened to be a little better.” The teams meet back up in the center of the field to shake hands and offer a few cutting remarks to one another, and Rex lingers near Sarah waiting for the crowd to disperse.

Soon enough they have a small bubble of privacy, and he meets her gaze with a grin even in the face of his loss. “Good game, Sarah,” he begins, sounding less haggard than he did mid-match. “That was fun… I’m almost a little sorry it had to end. You’re really something else. Nobody moves like you do… of course, you know all that already,” he says, his praise coming across genuine and his tone on the tender side.

He moves close to Sarah - not quite close enough to touch, but definitely a bit more intimate than their other conversations up until now. His sea-blue eyes mostly looks in to her striking red gaze, but occasionally he glances at her lips. “Since we don’t go to the same high schools and I don’t know if I’ll get another chance, I want to tell you this now; I’ve got a really big crush on you. You’re beautiful, you’re motivated and determined. Yes, you’re pretty cocky and maybe a little vain, but I think you deserve to be. You’re an incredible girl, Sarah, and only a fool could think otherwise,” Rex says, letting his words wash over her as the last rays of the sunset dance across the soccer pitch.

Rex’s heart beats even faster than it did during the match when Sarah comes in close to him, and the feeling of her fingers along his chest and her breath in his ear prickles the hairs on the back of his neck. He listens carefully to Sarah’s whispered challenge and his mind races as he can think of only one way to earn the experience Sarah tempts him with.

Rex closes the gap between he and Sarah once more, one of his arms going around her lower back while the other comes up to her cheek to brush away a stray lock of golden blonde hair. “There’s only one way for me to prove to you that I’m more than a flirt,” he says in a low and seductive tone. He lifts Sarah’s chin just a little, and then kisses her.

This is no peck between students - all of the passion, rivalry, respect, and desire that had been building between Rex and Sarah over the course of the soccer much comes pouring out like a flood as their lips meet. The kiss is deep and passionate from the first, their tongues exploring one another’s mouths in a desperate and hungry expression of their emotions. Rex is uncaring that Sarah’s entire soccer team and many of his own swim team members are grouped not far away around them as they kiss.

After nearly a full minute their first kiss breaks, and both Rex and Sarah are breathing heavily once more. Without letting go of the intimate way he holds her athetlic and curvy to his, Rex asks in to Sarah’s ear, “How’d I do? Did I earn you?”

When Sarah pushes Rex away and fixes her uniform, he gives her a grin and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, implying he knows she needs to look like a leader for her team, but also pointing out she’s being a little silly if she thinks the whole team didn’t notice the two of them kissing. Rex listens to Sarah’s challenge and responds, “Alright, beautiful - I accept your challenge. I’ll keep pushing myself and proving to myself to you. I’ll kiss you again, hold you again… and more, if that’s what it takes. You’ve seen how persistent I am, Sarah. I will win your heart. I swear it under the light of the setting sun and in front of your team and mine.”

Rex moves off to say goodbye to several of his friends, and to let Sarah debrief and dismiss her soccer team. He remembers she is their captain and they all fought hard for the victory, even if it was Sarah who clinched it for them. Rex says his goodbyes to the Greenwich students, collects his bag, and sits down to wait over by Sarah’s bag until she is finished with her team - hoping to speak to her more once they can be alone.

As Sarah begins to turn away and Rex tucks the business card holder into his own bag, he clears his throat to stop her from leaving, and rises from the spot where he was seated in the grass. He holds up Sarah’s water bottle and tosses it to her. As it flies through the air, Sarah can see that he has written something on the underside.

As Sarah catches the bottle and turns it over to read what he’s written, Rex explains, “I was planning on being cute and giving you my number like this. Since, you know, the first thing you said to me was ‘Get my water bottle and be quick about it,’ if memory serves.” He grins at the memory and continues, “Since we’ve both exchanged numbers now… why don’t I give you a ride home?” Rex says, jingling his car keys from the lanyard around his neck. “Or, you know… anywhere else you want to go,” Rex adds in a low and suggestive tone. “My family owns a nice cabin on the lake north of Islaport… it would be quiet, secluded… we would have all kinds of time and privacy for one another. Plus, maybe I could teach you a thing or two about swimming,” Rex finishes, watching Sarah’s reaction closely to gauge her interest.

Rex places a hand around Sarah’s waist as they walk from the soccer pitch to the parking lot, enjoying feeling close to Sarah and her warmth against his body. He’s never known anyone like her, both in terms of her extremely attractive body and her unique personality. He even loves the way she considers herself superior, feeling empowered to prove himself with her every cutting remark and challenge. When they reach Rex’s car, an old style American muscle car, he opens the passenger door for her and as she enters he says, “I’ll prove myself to you, Sarah. As many times and however long it takes. Because you’re a prize worth the effort.” He takes her hand in his and kisses the back, before returning it to her and closing the door behind her.

Rex enters the driver’s seat and turns the engine over, the both of them now dimly illuminated in the amber glow of the dashboard. As Rex begins to drive away from the school towards the lake, he asks, “Should you call your family and let them know you’re not coming home tonight? Now that I think of it, what are your family like, Sarah? Aside from the fact that you’re stunning and you make me feel like nobody else, I don’t actually know that much about you.”

Rex listens carefully to Sarah as she explains about her parents. When the road is safe enough for him to do so, he glances over at Sarah and reads her expression. He reads the feelings on her face and combines what he sees with the careful way she chooses her words and what he thinks is the slight hint of sadness in her normally loud and commanding voice. He keeps one hand firm and in control on the steering wheel, but with the other he gingerly moves it to rest on top of Sarah’s hand. “I think I understand,” Rex says in a lower and more soothing voice. “We don’t have to talk about your parents if we don’t want to,” he continues, giving Sarah a sweet and caring smile. “Do you have siblings?” Rex asks, urging Sarah to continue so he can learn more about her, but his tone implies that he will not be disappointed if talking about the rest of her family will leave her feeling as awkward as about her parents did.

Rex detects Sarah’s deflection away from her life towards his and smiles. “Well, I go to Greenwich so you can probably already surmise that I’m not from a wealthy family,” Rex begins, confirming what his old (if well maintained) car implies. m“My dad is a mechanic, and my mom is a librarian for the Islaport Public Library,” he goes on, his hand that holds hers interlocking with Sarah’s fingers. “I’ve got one younger sister who is a Freshman at Greenwich. Keeping her out of trouble is basically another class all on it’s own,” he says with a chuckle, eyes sparkling as he considers his sister’s mischief.

Rex glances over to meet Sarah’s eyes for a moment, and the smolder and tender affection that burns for her in that brief moment is intense. “That’s my family. I think that makes it my turn to ask about you again. What are you going to do after high school?” Rex asks, his thumb drawing a simple pattern on the back of Sarah’s hand as they grow closer.

Rex listens to Sarah carefully as he drives, and he notices her voice is missing the mocking tone it had when they had first met. When Sarah mentions moving somewhere far to the east coast for collegeRex nods as if to encourage her to chase her dreams but he says, “I’d miss you if you went to college so far away. But it makes me happy to hear you want to keep playing soccer. You’re amazing on the soccer pitch.” After a heartbeat or two, he follows that up by flashing her another charming smile and saying, “You’re pretty amazing off the soccer field too.”

When asked about his own plan after high school, Rex nods and says, “I’ll be at the Islaport Community College. We… my parents don’t have the ‘university’ level of money. And that means no collegiate swimming for me,” Rex says, sounding most regretful of the last sentence. He rallies well though as he goes on, “The community college only has a girl’s team. But that’s okay. I’ll be studying Literature. I’m not certain I want to be a teacher or anything, but I know that’s what I want to learn.”

Rex glances over at Sarah again and asks, “Sorry, that went a little long and I don’t want to bore you. It’s getting late and we worked out hard today. You still awake over there?”

Rex and Sarah converse for the whole of the drive to the lake, the whole time slowly falling for one another piece by piece. Rex is finishing regaling Sarah with a story of he and his father fixing up the car they ride in presently over the course of a whole year when the Islaport Lake and their cabin destination comes in to view. The full moon is high in the sky, and illuminates the lake and cabin in a pale but surprisingly bright light. The lake is large, a natural formation perhaps five miles from shore to shore. The cabin, on the other hand, looks very cozy. It is a simple two story construction, and while it is currently dark, the stone chimney hints that there may be a warm and crackling fireplace for them to curl up around soon.

Rex leads Sarah out of the car by the hand, his fingers still interlocked around hers, to a small dock that extends away from the cabin. “Can you swim, Sarah?” Rex asks, removing his shirt to reveal his exposed and muscular chest Sarah for the second time that evening.

Rex chuckles and says, “Not if you don’t want to. But…” he trails off, removing his athletic shorts, now wearing only his tight, black underwear, “I was hoping you’d come skinny dipping with me. Consider it the first way I’d like to try and ‘prove myself’ to you now that we’re here.”

Rex bites his lower lip as he watches Sarah slowly undress, his eyes savoring every inch of her taut athletic curves. He particularly loves the way her long, blonde hair frames her face. When he finally tears his eyes away from her breasts, hips, and abs long enough to see the challenge in her eyes, he removes the last scrap of his own clothing to show Sarah his nude body in full. Rex comes close to Sarah and takes her hands in his, savoring the warmth of her touch in the cool night air. “Before we get into the water… can I kiss you? I know I didn’t ask on the soccer pitch, but I want to do things right from here on out,” he says, his face close to hers now and his eyes memorizing every detail of her face to fix this beautiful moment and this beautiful woman in his mind permanently.

With Sarah melting into his embrace and their kisses lengthening and deepening, putting their first firey kiss on the football pitch to shame, Rex sweeps Sarah off of her feet and carries her with surprising ease to the lakeside. He doesn’t stop kissing her as he slowly wades them both out into the cool, crisp, moonlit lake water until they are about chest-deep. When they first break their kissing for breath, Rex takes a good long look at Sarah and then holds he close to his chest. He whisper in to her ear, “You probably hear this from boys all the time, but I think you might still like hearing it - particularly when it’s true: You look like an angel, Sarah.”

He gently wraps Sarah’s legs around his torso, their bodies sharing warmth and feeling slick and smooth as they rub together in the chill water. Rex kisses Sarah’s neck and nibbles on her ear as he supports her with his body, every now and then whispering in to her ear, “You’re amazing, Sarah,” or “You’re beautiful, Sarah,” and rarely, “You’re mine, Sarah.” Rex’s huge manhood is the hottest part of him, and it presses against Sarah’s thighs with a throbbing rigidity while they cling to one another.