Ask her out

"What are you doing tonight?" you ask her.

"What?" She's finishing the last bandage on your leg.

"You want to go out?"

"With you?"

"Yes."

She seems startled.

"You are a player. I am a coach," she says.

"So? You are not my coach," you tell her.

"It would be unprofessional."

"It's only a camp. Not the world cup," you say. "Don't you want to?"

Of course she does. She couldn't take her eyes off your groin even before you got hard.

"Let's have dinner," you say. "We can talk about football. Learning from other cultures is an important part of training."

You see the shift in her eyes when you say the word training. Obviously from her muscles, this woman lifts and trains regularly. She's very strong, but she has a weakness.

"Training," she repeats. She hasn't really fallen for it. She knows what you're doing. But she's a woman with a penis in a camp full of sweaty, athletic, attractive girls. She knows what she wants.

"Training," you agree.

She picks your shorts and offers them to you.

"Just dinner," she says.

You get back to the others and the day passes quickly, full of drills and lectures. You daydream about tonight's date, which is just so not what you expected when you woke up this morning, but you can't wait. You didn't realize that you wanted a change this badly. Most of the girls you mess around with are your age and just as silly and slutty as you. Zarya's a little older and more sensible, and her physique is... so different. You wonder if she'll have the courage to go through with it.

You pick a nice restaurant. The other girls are all going to party tonight, so after the day's work is over, they head into the city to buy dresses. You do the same, but instead of the club, you go to meet Zarya.

She's uncomfortable at first, but after a glass of wine or two, you get her to open up. She tells you about her players: she's in charge of two of them, Lena and Olga, and she says that she worries that the two of them aren't focused enough on soccer. They hang out with this other girl, and Zarya senses that it's distracting them from the game. At first you think Zarya is being prudish, but that's not it. She's genuinely worried.

"I spend all my time thinking about girls," you tell her. "I still play well. They will as well."

"I hope so," Zarya says. She seems to appreciate your positivity. You spend the whole meal complimenting her, and you take your time with everything. Finally, it's time to do or die.

"It's late. We shouldn't go back," you say, swirling your wine around in your glass.

"Do you always do this?" she asks you. She's seen right through you all along... but she's also seen how you look in this dress. You don't envy the position she's in, having to weigh her brain against what her body wants.

"I usually don't try this hard," you tell her. "But I want you." You look right at her, pure honesty.

She blushes.