AR - At Adella's place

“That Valeria girl is insane,” you say as water bubbles in the saucepan on Adella’s stove. You’re not as good at cooking as your mother is, but you can do simple things and Adella is easily impressed. She likes it when you cook for her. Today’s practice and meet and greet went well. You don’t have much to work with on your team… four girls with potential. The rest are just normal kids. But it’s still not as bad as you thought. “She could be better than me. Better than you,” you add, glancing over your shoulder.

Adella walks into the kitchen, toweling her hair. She wears simple, sexy black briefs that show off her bulge and a matching, black bralette.

“Only if she grows a spine,” Adella says, getting a beer from the fridge as you turn your attention back to cooking.

“Alice is our best chance,” you go on. Having someone strong in the goal will go a long way to making this team competitive. It’s funny, but at this age level you only need two really good players: one on offense and one on defense. More is better, of course, but if you have those two pieces of the puzzle, you should be OK.

“And Cowgirls? Really?” you say, looking at her again. She’s looking at you, but to be fair you are wearing nothing but an apron. Adella leans against the counter, enjoying the view. “Can’t you put the horny away for five minutes?”

“Not when you’re dressed like that.”

“I mean when we’re coaching.”

“It’s an innocent name,” she says.

Very innocent.

You know Adella, and you expect it, so you don’t react when you feel the cold bear bottle touch your bare skin. You do giggle when she starts kissing your neck, but dinner’s almost ready.

“Valeria as striker,” Adella says as she sits across from you, eating.

You take a drink of beer and nod. “Alice in the goal.”

“Hanna as defender.”

“And Julika?” you say, watching for her reaction.

Adella scowls and looks at you seriously. “She will be trouble.”

“I was thinking mid. Run her around so much that she doesn’t have enough energy to be a diva,” you say.

Adella nods slowly. “I think so.”

This is good. You’re in agreement. You weren’t too worried that you would argue about this, but you still feel relieved. This is nice. Well, kind of. Adella’s chairs are hard and not very comfortable even with pants on. And her apartment is a bit too chilly to sit here with no clothes.

You look up from your food and snort. You can’t help yourself.

“Baby,” you say, and Adella looks up. “Seriously? Cowgirls?”