One of Adam's friends

"Relax, babe," Helen soothed. "I'm sure we can ignore whoever's at the door." She peeped out the window and saw a young man holding a football and looking at his phone. "Is that Alastair? Why would he come around today?"

'Shit, he invited me out for a kickabout in the park,' Adam explained. 'I totally forgot. Just hide and he'll think we're out and leave.'

"No, no, no," Helen grinned. "This sounds fun. I've always wanted to play football with the lads." She quickly threw on clean boxers and some of Adam's sportswear and made her way to the door.

"Hiya, Al," Helen said in an exaggerated manly tone. She was struggling not to giggle and had to turn away to cough to hide her amusement.

"Erm, hey Adam," Alastair replied awkwardly. "Are you feeling alright? You look a wee bit sweaty. Were you working out?"

"Oh, er, yeah," Helen improvised. "Just warming up, you know?"

"Ah, cool," Alastair said unconvinced. "Are you ready to go then?"

"Yeah, totally. Just let me get some shoes on." Helen sat down on the front steps and pulled on Adam's trainers, tying the laces quickly. She could sense her boyfriend's growing apprehension and could tell that he was starting to panic.

'Helen, please be careful!' Adam begged. 'Don't make me embarrass myself.'

Helen could not suppress a quiet giggle. "Sorry," she apologised quickly. "Let's go."

Helen and Alastair started walking down the street towards the park. Helen couldn't help but check out her boyfriend's friend as they walked along the pavement. Alastair was a very good looking guy with a well muscled physique and short ginger hair. The shorts he was wearing really accentuated his muscular legs and firm arse, and Helen had to stop herself from reaching out and giving him a playful spank.

'Seriously, Helen, please be careful,' Adam said to her again.

Helen ignored him and started talking to Alastair. "So what's the plan? Did you invite anyone else?"

"Yeah, just the usual bunch," Alastair replied, his Glaswegian accent making Helen melt a little inside. "Should have enough for a five-a-side."

"Nice. What position do you want me in?" Helen asked, trying not to laugh.

'Jesus, Helen, you're terrible,' Adam thought.

Alastair gave her a quizzical look. "We'll sort out teams when we get there. I'm sure you can play whenever you want."

"Good. I'm always flexible."

'Stop it, Helen. I'm begging you,' Adam pleaded.

They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, arriving at the park. As they made their way towards the group of men standing waiting, Helen took the opportunity to study the other guys. They were all in their early twenties, athletic and handsome in their own way. Three of them were shirtless, displaying their muscular and hairy chests.

'I had no idea so many of your friends were so hot, Adam.'

'Helen, please,' Adam begged, sensing his girlfriend's growing desire. In fact, her arousal was increasing so much that Adam could feel his cock beginning to get hard.

"Looks like most of the guys are here already," Alastair interrupted Helen's appraisal. "Do you want to join the shirts or skins?"

"The what?" Helen replied dumbly, not quite understanding the question.

"Shirts or skins," Alastair repeated. "Which team do you want to be in?"

"Oh. I, um, I don't mind." She looked at the other guys, assessing her options. The three who were shirtless were certainly the most appealing to her, and being on their team was a major plus. "I guess, er, skins."

"Cool, skins it is."

Helen made her way towards the group, trying not to stare at the guys' chests. She slipped her t-shirt off, revealing Adam's toned torso and chest hair. One of the shirtless men came over to her. He was the tallest of the group, with long dark hair, olive skin and a six pack.

"Hey, I'm Marco," the tall man said. "I don't think we've met."

"No, I'm... Adam. Pleased to meet you."

"You, too. Welcome to the skins." Marco's gaze drifted down Adam's torso. "You work out?"

"What? Oh, erm, yes, I suppose."

Marco laughed. "You're not very good at small talk, are you?"

"No. I'm... Sorry."

"Hey, so long as you're good at football, we're good." Marco clapped Helen's shoulder and walked off.

Helen had to concentrate hard to not reach down and grope herself as she stared at Marco's pert butt. She could feel herself getting aroused and Adam's cock was twitching violently, as if trying to escape his tight boxers.

'Helen, you seriously need to calm down!' Adam's thoughts came urgently. 'Just play football and go home.'

Helen only half-heard her boyfriend. The excitement and anticipation of pretending to be Adam whilst surrounded by attractive guys was proving to be too much for her to deal with.