Soccer Tryouts - the Coed Team

You’re a little distracted as you head towards the locker rooms, with the thought of the recent psychology class heavy in your mind, and everything that’s happened over the course of this short day. So many new people that you’ve met (and so many of them hot!), and then there’s still that party tonight that everyone’s been talking about… but can you really afford to go with as much work as you have? You absent-mindedly push open the door and think of everyone who’s said that they’ll be there already, and then shake your head, clearing it.

There are tryouts to ace now, and though it’s only the co-ed team, you still want to look your best. The locker room is empty, with the bathroom area off to the side and nobody in this section of the changing area, though you hear some shuffling sounds from across the divider. You figured that there would have been some people here by now, but you shrug and take off your shirt, revealing your toned chest.

Just then, a figure emerges from behind the divider.

“Oh shit,” you say, as you recognise Valentine, dressed in nothing but a sports bra and panties. Her eyes widen, and then a vulpine look crosses her face.

“Hey Alex,” she says, walking up to you, cocking her head to the side. She traces a slim finger down your chest. “I’m not sure that you’re supposed to be here, hmm?”

“It was an accident,” you say, raising your hands up. “I’ll be right out.”

“I’m not sure that I’d like you to,” Valentine says, circling around you, her finger now tracing around your muscles. She leans in close to one of your ears, and whispers, “but what I’m seeing here looks a little too nice.”

Oh… so she’s not angry at you? You drop one of your hands around her shoulder, pulling her in. Her head leans in on your shoulder, breasts pressed against your body and she looks up at you, eyes expectant, hand now resting on your chest. Something convinces you to tilt your head down, and your lips brush against hers, and they are oh so soft. Though it lasts for just a moment, the feeling is electric, but your heart stops for a minute as you wonder if you’ve gone too far.

Valentine tiptoes upwards to steal another quick kiss away from you, and your heart shifts to beating double-time. She smiles coyly at you.

“I think that the other girls trying out wouldn’t be quite as appreciative of this as me,” Valentine says, giving your arm a squeeze. “You should get out before we get caught.”

“You know we could take this to one of the shower stalls,” you offer, desperately wanting this to continue. “Nobody would know.”

“Moving quickly, aren’t you,” Valentine says teasingly. “We can’t though. Even if nobody sees us, you can’t afford to miss this last tryout. I’d rather have you on the team for the rest of the year, than you right now.”

You nod dumbly, still holding onto Valentine, when she shoos you away.

“Go on, get changed in the men’s room,” she says, and you hastily pick up your stuff, slipping out of the changing room with a wave to Valentine. You manage to make it across the hall to the men’s locker room without being seen, and notice a couple guys here changing. One or two of them nod at you as you get into your kit.

You manage to keep your expression neutral until you head to urinal, when a wide grin breaks across your face. Things are looking up again.

Valentine +10