Getting Aggressive
Ch1: Go for It
Disclaimer. The story below is not true. The names have not been changed... because it is not true.
All characters over 18
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Cammy bent over at her waist breathing heavily. Looking up, she saw that most of the other girls had yet to finish. Coach Franklin stood along the side encouraging the rest of the girls to finish their laps, while coach Jay stood by the finish line, offering the girls a high five as they finished. The worst part is that soccer practice was only halfway over.
She looked over at coach Jay and admired him. He was the reason she joined the team. Ever since he taught her chemistry class, she has harbored a crush on him. At 6'1", he was an impressive man. Years of playing soccer molded his physique. He was solid, didn't have bulk like a football player. His muscles were lithe and flexible. He could run for days and days. His medium length blonde hair swayed in the wind and his glasses didn't make look dorky or nerdy. He looked refined and sophisticated, a welcome freshness from the boys in her school.
"Earth to Cammy!" Cammy woke from her daydream as Charlotte, her best friend on the team waved her hand in front of her.
"Huh?" Cammy asked. Charlotte laughed.
"Yeah we're gathering." Cammy looked at midfield where all the girls were gathering around coach Jay. "Think you can keep in in your pants until the end of practice?" Cammy nodded and the two girls ran out to midfield.
"Good warm-up ladies. Now, let's talk about our game last Friday." Every girl stood at attention. Tired or not, none of them wanted to be bent over while he was talking. That's how you earned extra laps. Coach Jay had a philosophy. If you're tired, never show it on the field. "Our offense was great, but our defense still needs work. You aren't playing aggressively enough on defense. That's opening up passing lanes, hurting our possession, and making us chase when we want them to chase us."
Oh I'll chase you all day coach.
Cammy shook her head. These dirty thoughts weren't helping.
"So for today's drill, we're going to work on a more aggressive defense. Who wants to volunteer?" Cammy raised her hand. She loved volunteering. That closeness with coach really motivated her to do well. "Cammy it is. Come 'ere Cammy."
Cammy jogged from her position to coach. Nobody wanted to violate rule 1. No walking is allowed during practice. Coach Jay took a ball from the bag and dribbled it over to the girls. "Cammy, stand about 1 yard out." Cammy did as he told her. "Now Cammy's here, but look. I can see Coach Franklin. I can see Isabella. I can make a crisp pass or," he made a sudden move and ran around Cammy before she could even move. "I can just go around you. Now Cammy get in here really close."
Cammy gulped and did what he said. "Closer. Get right up on me." She did. She got closer, closer and closer to him to where she could hear his heart beat. She could feel his breath. It was too much and she ground her legs together. "Now, I can't see Coach Franklin. I can't see Isabella, and if I try to make a move on Cammy," Cammy gulped but on instinct kicked the ball away. "She can do that. You ladies need to get aggressive. Get what you want."
Oh I know what I want. And I know what I need now too.
"So what can you do if the defender is up on you like this?"
"Use your ass?" Charlotte said winking at Cammy. She blushed a light red. The girls all laughed at Charlotte's word choice.
"Not the word I'd use Charlotte, but yes. The space is yours. Your hips and butt are a great way to create space." He emphasized his by turning around and slightly sticking out his butt, nudging Cammy out of the way as he made a move and passed the ball. Cammy gasped, feeling a familiar need rise up inside her. Her breath stopped and her cheeks flushed. She could feel her tits hardening under her yellow and black practice jersey.
"Pair up. I want you ladies to 1 on 1. Switch playing offense and defense. You need to know how it feels like on both sides."