Soccer Practice

Luke went to the Male Change Room for one last time.

Nodding at the rest of the Soccer Team as they piled in. A cheerful feel of eagerness in the air, all the Boys were excited to get out on the field, and get a break from a rough first day.

"Hey Luke! That's what your wearing on the field?"

"You sure do look cute in that!"

"Oh Fuck you!"

The banter came natural as Luke changed out of his hated Gym Uniform and into his Soccer Uniform, which was thankfully something closer to his work out cloths.

Baggy navy blue short shorts, a matching sports fit polo-shirt, along with some new black cleats.

The sports field was a ball of activity.

The Cheerleading Team already out on the side line grass doing warm ups, the Track and Field Team running laps on the circuit that surrounded the field, and there was even a sparse crowd on the bleachers watching the activity.

Luke spied both Grace and Conney in the crowd. Grace frantically waving a arm at him trying to catch Luke's attention. Conney, reading a book in her apathetic style, glancing up from it to give Luke a curt nod of acknowledgement.

Luke waved happily back at both.

The Team dumped a cage of balls onto the field and started making efficient use of there allotted time.

During the start of there own warm-up a event by the Cheerleaders caught Luke's eye.

"Hey look Marissa already warmed up before coming here!"

Marissa was in a small struggle with her rear end being flashed to the bleachers and field by the Cheer Squad Captain Donna.

"No stop!"

Donna had Marissa under the arm and pulled down the girls practice shorts. Playing with Marissa's still red cheeks Donna laid a few slaps of her own while rubbing skilled hand over some sensitive areas.

"Oh! Now wouldn't it be such a motivating sight for the Boys to see something like this on a game night?"

"What do you think Boy!" Donna yelled at the Soccer Team, gesturing to Marissa.

"Maybe we could even work it into are choreography! Show off this and some that other sexy tanned skin you have Marissa?"

Marissa managed to kick out of Donna's strong grasp at the expense of her shorts. A roar of laughter range out from a section of the bleachers egged on by the other Cheerleaders as Marissa stood there with only a thong to cover up a small section of her lower half.

Tears welling up, Marissa turned and ran away humiliated once again. Luke felt guilty for Marissa but, he didn't know why. There was nothing really he could do for her, and her harassments had nothing to do with him.

Life went on, the sight quickly forgotten.

Luke now not **** to comply with Mrs. Highfield's Authoritarian workout, even allowed himself to take it easy for once at practice.

Working on team building more Luke focused on his passing game, and giving his teammates pointers as they ran though drill after drill. Though it proved to only a help a little when people reached the front of the net.

The Team's Goalie, a large butch fellow who was a Star in his own right, covered the goal in a brutal fashion. Slamming ball after ball out of the air.

"HEY LUKE! Guess you'll be used to your balls getting smacked after today!"

A few of the guys booed in the jokes poor taste but, it was quickly drowned out by the laughter started amongst the Cheerleaders

Well a shit practice to end a shit day, that's fitting at least! The thought came easy to Luke's mind.

"That guys as Asshole!" Grace said when Luke reached the bleachers, she was standing her full height fists clench.

"Ya but, he at least makes up for it during game time." Luke said looking back at the Goalie as he strutted over to the Cheerleaders.

Luke could her Grace scoff at that. "Sure but, your the one who wins the games, not him. I've never seen him score even one goal."

The support from his Girlfriend made Luke feel a little better. "Sure, but he's the Goalie..." It also made Luke wonder though, often had Grace watched him play soccer? This was the first time he'd ever seen her do it.....

"Come." Grace took hold of Luke's hand. "Lets get you stuff Hun, and get out of here."

Out of the corner of his eye Luke spied Conney packing her stuff up, embarrassed as she looked at him Luke quickly looked away.

Conney felt sympathy fun though her for Luke. "Thanks for inviting me!"

Luke glanced back at her this time with a small smile, and Grace turned confused, looking to see who was talking to her boyfriend.

"Think you'll come again?"

Conney watched the continued show boating on the field. "I don't know. This just ain't really my style, don't think I'll need to see it a second time."

"Oh." Luke frowned at that.

Conney saw Luke's disappointment. "It was still nice to come and trying something new."

Politely Conney waved at both Luke and the girl who's hand he was holding before leaving

Luke suddenly realised the crushing **** of Grace's grip. "A friend?"

Luke then shrugged himself. "I guess."

Grace started rack her brain, she'd never seen that girl before.....

Walking to the school they were caught by one last person who joined them on there way to the change rooms.

"Hey! Luke!" A energetic feminine voice called.

A Track Runner jogged up to them wearing sweat covered Track-Shorts and Crop Top.

"Hey Hannah." Luke returned the wide grin that the slim ponytailed brunette gave them. Hannah was one of his oldest friends, not remembering a time in which he didn't know her. It was good to see a friendly face.

"So are you going to introduce me or what?"

"Hello, I'm Grace." She spoke for Luke, offering a hand to Hannah. Who, instead of shaking it, took it in her own and kissed it.

"Your doing God's work! He is such a mess you know? Ugh, a real fixer-upper!" Both Grace and Hannah laughed at Luke's blushing expense.

"Well Hannah, your a piece of work too!"

"I know!" Hannah agreed while sticking her tongue out at Luke.