Go watch the match

Sunday morning the women’s team had a big game against their top rival. You decide to go down to the student section and cheer them on. However, you found it hard to concentrate on the game, because you can’t take your eyes off Claire’s ass on the sidelines. Things only get worse when it starts to rain, and you can see the outline of her panties through her now wet khaki shorts.

During extra time before the end of the half two of the girls come sliding off the wet field, after both going for the ball. Neither can stop before they fly into the back of Claire’s knees. The medical staff run over to her and after a few minutes, she sits up on her own. This is when you see her shirt soaked in mud and blood from her nose.

As the girls head back into the locker room for half-time, a few stop to check on her. She tries to get up, but the medical staff won’t let her. That’s when she catches your stare and your eyes locked. She holds out her left-hand palm up and pokes her palm with her right fingers, while nodding towards the tunnel.

“Shit,” you think to yourself, “they need their spikes changed before the second half.”

You rush down and knock on the locker room door. The coach answers the door, and you quickly explain to her you are the men’s equipment manager, and Claire asked if you could help change their spike before the second half. She yelled out a warning, then let you in.

You quickly help them all swap out for longer spikes and get the last pair ready just as they need to head back out on the field. As they are running out, Claire finally makes her way to the locker room. A little beaten and bruised, but all around fine. You take her into the back medical room and help her get cleaned up.

“Were you able to get the spikes changed out?” She asks, not seeming to care about herself as much as the teams cleats.

“Yes, I was able to get everyone swapped out. Now please just try and relax.” To try to reassure her.

Looking down at her muddy shirt she comments, “Oh man, do I need a shower.”

“I’ll head back to the stands and let you do that,” you offer.

“Actually, would you mind staying here.” She asks with big eyes. “I just feel safe with someone else here.”

You nod, and she excuses herself from the backroom, and heads to the showers.