(I can't remember the beginning so we're starting on in the middle)
I was playing in the soccer field with a little boy. I was trying to show him some great soccer moves, but I wasnt that great anymore. He bested me each time. The grass came up to my waist so I tried to blame it on that.
Then a goalie coach who looked like George Lopez but I associated to be a man i had feelings for showed up on the field.
He told me how I needed to be more intense if I was going to be a great goalie. I told him I had the experience and was once the best goalie in my league.
He recalled that once he had coached against my team or something and he remembered how my team was no good, but then he pointed at me and told me how I saved them from an utter close out. That I was everywhere, from what he remembered. I remembered the game too.
Then he said we'd have a shoot out. If he could get the ball past me, he would win but if I stopped it, I won. We.didn't have set terms but it was a very flirtatious thing.
I did my normal routine before a penalty kick, I jogged from pole to pole, touched each, then ended in the middle to jump up and hit the cross bar. I started rough talking to try and freak him out, but then he threw the ball into the corner and the net. I had no way to get to it, but he threw it. He didn't kick it so I pitched a fit. To where he ended up becoming more flirtatious and started saying something about Thursday. "Come Thursday, you'll see. I'll make you mine."
I didn't know what to ask about Thursday so I just let it hang in the air.
Somehow, through our flirtation, I ended up pinned on the ground with him smiling down at me. Some girls from the team he coached were there and they didn't think anything of it,as young as they were. I tried to chat with the girls a bit.
As I was on the ground, I remembered the last time I had seen him, I had unshaven legs. I had recently shaven them so I stuck one in the air and said "see! I shave, but it grows back quickly so it feels prickly." The girls giggled and he felt my leg and gestured to my nether regions and said, "I'm not so worried about them as I want this taken care of for thursday." In my mind I wanted to tell him I wasnt going to sleep with him because that's the only thing I could think he wanted that taken care of for, but I couldn't. I was too afraid that if I said that he wouldn't like me anymore and I'd never find out what was to come thursday.
So I just blushed and squirmed, trying to unpin myself. Then he leaned over and said something like "let's see how long you let me kiss you" then he pressed his lips to mine. They were wet. It was a nice kiss. Slightly open-mouthed but even as my body wanted to make out with him, I wasnt ready for that step in our relationship. I was sure I was ready for him to kiss me either.
He stayed like that but I couldn't pull away to say I was done because the ground was my pillow and my head couldn't pull back. So I just let my lips become motionless hoping he'd recognize my stopping. He didn't.
Thursday came and we were in this viking-type village. I was lame and in a wheelchair. There were lots of injuries considering we were just in a war. I think I was mauled by a bear.
When he wanted me in the council room where the village meeting would be held, I had no choice but to go. I knew my father had been trying to marry me off but I didn't want to marry this man now, if ever. But he became a very strong part of the group. He went up and said so much as to make the people fear him and respect him. He was saying something about my being lame, but then I was a mermaid with a yellow tail and I could swim through the air. I had scrolls in my hand that said things that could usurp this man trying to wed and bed me.
He noticed them given to me by a friend sitting with me, but I tried to play it off. Eventually he lost interest and continued his speech or whatever it was.
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