To Be The Best

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Ally wiped the sweat dripping from her face with her soaked jersey and wiped away few loose pieces of blonde hair. The practice had been long and hard as usual and the team looked exhausted. To be the best, you work harder than the rest. Ally's dad always says that when she's even the smallest bit tired. He had been telling her that since she started playing soccer when she was five years old. She appreciated the support from her father because she loved soccer and she needed the support at this level of her game.

She was one of the youngest players on her team. Merely 18 and on the Primier Womens' Club team. That was hardly done on the womens' team, but there were quite a few younger men on the mens' team that they shared the field with.

Not that she could be interested in those men. Her father had forbidden her to date because it would disrupt her soccer career. She knew that her father had her best interest at heart, but Ally couldn't help but want to date. She was a beautiful woman with a perfect body. Many guys had been interested in her in high school and asked her out. She had only had one serious relationship and she had to end it after they started having sex very often. It was beginning to throw her off her game and her father had started to notice. Ally had strong feelings for her boyfriend, but she decided to end it for her future.

The team dispersed after practice to the locker room. Ally took a moment to catch her breath before peeling off her jersey and tossing it on a bench, revealing her perfect abs and a black sports bra.. She was about to run some more laps when her coach called her over. Her coach handed her a water bottle and asked, "Ally, what are you doing? We just had a 3 hour hard practice. Go home...get some rest. Hit the showers."

Ally took a swig of water, swished it around her mouth, and spit it out. "My dad wants me to get some extra conditioning in. No big deal. Just some sprints and a couple miles before I hit the showers. I'll rest when the work is done." Her coach shook her head and said, "Don't overdue it, Ally. You're in great shape and one of my best. I don't need you wearing out on me. Besides, the mens' team is gonna be out here in a few minutes."

Ally put the water bottle on the bench and shrugged, "I'll work around' em." She took off jogging the side of the field as the mens' team began to gather at gate. Her coach grabbed the equipment and took off towards the locker room.


OOC:

Ally Tyler
18
5'6"
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Athletic body, toned abs, long legs

I'm looking for a guy to play a younger member of the men's team who has been interested in Ally for a while. PM me if you're interested with your character descriptions.
 
Rob

Rob Stevens, 19, lean, flowing dark brown hair.

When he runs across the soccer field, you can see the muscles through the skin on his legs. He is not a loud-mouthed player, just quiet and good. He plays with determination, never letting anything or anyone get in the way of his success.

As he practices with his team, he sees Aly running again after the girls' practice. She has been playing soccer for years and the two have crossed paths several times. Wow, she has grown up at 18. When he watches her run, he always keeps an eye on her, wondering what secrets lie beneath her unbridled drive to be the best.

He tries to concentrate on his drills. Attempting not to watch the sublime body of Ally running around the field where his team is practicing.

"Come on Rob, get your head out of your ass!" Rob's coach, Mr. Butka screams.

Rob puts his head down and continues to practice, hoping to catch a glimpse of her later.

Following practice, Rob is muddy and sweaty, he head to the locker room to shower.
 
Ally's body was completely exhausted as she ran laps around the field, sweat pouring from all surfaces. In her mind, she was going every possible game situations. The Titans have killer defense....the Hawks have awesome corner kicks.....gotta watch out for the Jaguars' right front forward.... Everything that he dad had said about each team in their nightly strategy meeting was hammered into her head like a broken record, playing over and over.

For a second, her concentration slipped and she noticed one of the men's soccer players watching her. He looked familiar and she was sure she had probably met him at sometime or another.

"Come on Rob, get your head out of your ass!" She heard his coach yell at him.

Rob... She mauled the name over in her mind for a minute before snapping herself back to reality, yelling at herself silently. Ally! What are you doing?! Don't worry about that guy. Just run. You still have a mile to go before you're done. Kick up the pace! She used every piece of energy she had to pick up her pace, trying to finish her final lap.

As she finished her final mile, she noticed the men's team leaving the field and heading up to the locker rooms. She grabbed her water bottle and took a gulp of water before jogging out to the middle of the field. She laid down in the middle of the warm grass and her body completely relaxed. Every muscle in her body ached from her long run, but there was more to do before she could relax.

Ally started doing her stomach crunches. After all, those perfect abs didn't come from relaxation....just 290 to go....
 
Rob finished showering and changed into shorts, tshirt and flipflops. He grabbed his bag and headed out of the locker room. He was going to head to his car and drive home for a good meal.

But something called to him inside, he had to walk back out to the field and see if Ally was still runnning laps. He looked around and she wasn't. A bit disappointed, Rob was going to walk to the car, when he took one last scan of the field and track area. Happily, he saw Ally there. Working her ass off, doing crunches, tightening up that already rock-hard midsection of hers.

He sat in the bleachers for a mintue, watching her as she sweated and grunted. He left his bag on the bleachers, walked around the fence and onto the field.
 
298....299....300! Oh, thank goodness.... Ally collapsed back on the ground after her last crunch. Her ab muscles were burning as she just laid there trying to catch her breath. One day her body was going to just give out from the constant activity, but since she was little, she was always moving....always pushing harder.

Ally laid there, just looking up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set so the sky looked like a beautiful painting, splashed with different colors. The soccer field was like home to her....a place for her to relax and do her thing. Her father couldn't get to her out there. While she was on the field, she didn't have to hear him criticize every play or move she made. She was in charge when she was out there. Nothing but skill and grace. Unstoppable. The best feeling....

She shot up when she heard someone come through the gate onto the field. When she recognized him, she exclaimed, "Jeez! You scared me! You could have given me a heart attack!" She thought everyone had left so she wasn't expecting to see Rob.
 
Rob walked towards Ally, seeing her startled and scared turned him on. She was the ultimate control freak, she never showed her girly, vulnerable side.

She was completely worn out from practice and her workout. Her midsection spasming from the abusive crunches she made herself do. Sweat was dripping from every pore on her body.

"It's just me. I thought you'd still be out here torturing yourself," I said as I walked across the field to her.

No one was around. The sun was just setting. All of the coaches and players had left. Only wildly, determined Ally and myself.

I couldn't stop thinking how great she looked, standing there, her muscles quivering like jello.
 
"It's just me. I thought you'd still be out here torturing yourself."

Ally would have normally just walked away. Not because of not being attractive, but because she learned to not put herself in situation. This time her body wouldn't let her move. Every muscle in her body was exhausted so there was no chance of her walking away.

"Torturing myself? This was an easy workout for me." This was true. If her father was there, she would have had a lot more to do. She wiped a clump of blonde hair that had fallen from her ponytail and into her face.

"What are you doing here? Hasn't everyone left?" She reached down and grabbed her water bottle, taking a sip then splashing some on her face. The water dripped down her neck onto her sports bra. A few stray droplets escaped to her abs which were glistening with sweat.
 
"Yes they have left," I said as I smiled and slyly raised my eyebrows, hinting of some sexual undertones. "You certainly worked up a good sweat."

I watched her as she sipped from the water bottle, sucking it for all it was worth. She certainly gave her all to everything she did and I was hoping to see more of that determination.

Seeing the water flow over her lips, down her breasts and onto her sweaty midsection was really hot. She glistened with sexuality right now. And with no one around, perhaps this was my opportunity to kiss her and maybe more.
 
"Yes they have left. You certainly worked up a good sweat." Ally noticed the raised eyebrows and that devious look on his face that said, I'd like work you out....right here, right now. She knew this game and she has won it many times. There was always a guy trying something with her.

She just smiled like she hadn't noticed and said, "Yea, working hard will do that to you." She couldn't help but look him over. He was very nice looking and he had the body of an athlete who worked hard....and she liked that. He actually reminded her of her old boyfriend...and that was not good.
 
"So are do have anymore exercises to do, or are you done for the day?"

Waiting his response he could tell his playfulness was met with a good reaction. He moved a bit closer to her, looking at the sweat and water shimmering on her skin. Her arms, legs, abs were all completely hard and tight. Rob knew he wanted to get his hands on her hard body, feeling it against him, feeling her tight ass in his hands.
 
"So are do have anymore exercises to do, or are you done for the day?"

Panic raced through her body though she didn't show it. She didn't know why he wanted to know. She was worried that he was going to ask to do something and she didn't know if she could say no.

"I'm done for the day. I think 6 hours of working out is good enough for today." Ally walked over to the bench where her stuff was waiting. She grabbed her towel and wiped some of the sweat off of her body. She then pulled her blonde hair down from the pony tail and shook it out, running her fingers through it. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders.

Ally heard him as he followed her over to the bench.
 
But he thought that 6 hours was just the warm up from where he was standing.

Rob followed Ally to the bench where her blonde hair was flowing in the breeze of the day. He sat down and watched her as she wiped the steamy sweat from her body. He wanted to make a move, but how? He didn't want to do some cheesy deal of "oh you look all tense, let me give you a massage."
Besides, she was not a give me a massage-type of girl.

He thought, well he left his bag in the car, so he couldn't race her. MMMMMM, he knew what to do.

"Your arms are pretty toned, let's do some pushups. But let's make it interesting."
 
Ally noticed him sit down on the bench next to her bag. She could feel his eyes on her as she put her cleats in her bag then changed into flipflops. He was probably trying to figure out what his next move was going to be and she was trying to predict it as well. He didn't seem like the "just cop a random feel" kind of guy or a "let's go somewhere and get to know each other a little better" guy.

"Your arms are pretty toned, let's do some pushups. But let's make it interesting."

Pushups? She didn't see that one coming.

"Interesting? What did you have in mind?"
 
Think, think damn it. She sounds into it. Make it interesting, make it interesting, he thought to himself.

She looked good and ready now to go along with what he said. So he knew he couldn't blow it.

"How many do you think you can do? I'm pretty sure I can do more. So let's say that if I do, you'll let me kiss you."

He said it now, there was no bringing it back. Well, let's see if Ally is really into it. Or will she just laugh me off and leave. She does have a come-hither look on her face.
 
Ally could tell that he hadn't expected her to be interested. She knew he was trying to think of something fast.

"How many do you think you can do? I'm pretty sure I can do more. So let's say that if I do, you'll let me kiss you."

Clever. He could probably do more push ups than her so he would probably win. She had to decide if she wanted to play along or not. She hadn't done any push ups today so it would be another thing to tell her father she did.

"Ok...but if I win, you have to stop drooling over me.", she said jokingly. She kicked off her flip flops and got down into a push up position, waiting to begin.
 
"Drooling? Don't flatter yourself, honey," he smirked at her, making sure she was thinking too much of herself and his lust.

He decided to face her, he raised himself up.

"Let's go!, 1, (down, up), 2 (down, up), 3 ...etc."

They continued until they were at about 50. His arms were still fine, but he could tell that she was wobbling a bit.
 
Her arms were burning as they just kept going. He didn't seem to be slowing down and she didn't know how long she would be able to keep going.

"50....51....52...." Her body was screaming for her to stop, but she wasn't going down without a fight. It was her competitive nature.

"53....54....I'm done...." She laid herself down on the ground and laid there with her head on her arms. "I'm wiped out....you win...." She sat up and added, "Though it wasn't very fair for two main reasons...guys are supposed to be able to do more annnnd I had a six hour workout today. But a deal's a deal."
 
As she laid, sweaty and worn out on the ground, I leaned in, bringing my lips to hers. Our lips pressed against eachother. Soon my tongue searched hers out in her mouth. Flicking and fluttering against eachother, our tongues played for several minutes.

As we made out, I could feel myself getting all worked up. I so wanted to run my hand up to her tight breast. MMMMM but did she want it? I had to know.
 
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