“Good game, babe!”

Sylvia held her hand out to her girlfriend, Chelsea, as she broke away from her team huddle and jogged off the field. Chelsea grinned and returned the high five, then held on and wrapped her fingers around Sylvia’s.

“Thanks. I’m sorry you came all this way and we lost, though,” Chelsea said.

“That’s okay. I had fun watching you anyway.” And she had. It was the first time Sylvia had come to one of Chelsea’s soccer games, but she now planned to come to every single one. She wasn’t a sports person, but holy shit did Chelsea look hot in her short black shorts and tight jersey. Even the shin guards and the socks that almost reached her knees were doing it for her—it just made her look so sporty. Watching her run across the field, her face serious and focused, knowing that was her girlfriend, had done something to Sylvia. By the end of the game she could feel herself dripping into her underwear. Hopefully she could convince Chelsea to pull the car over somewhere on their ride home, because she didn’t think she would make it back without completely losing her mind otherwise. Especially now that Chelsea was standing in front of her with her short, sweaty hair sticking to her forehead and dirt staining the front of her jersey.

Sylvia pulled Chelsea to her by the waist and kissed her, letting her tongue run over her girlfriend’s lips. She pushed herself against Chelsea, desperate to feel her body, and her stomach felt like wind chimes in a strong breeze—fluttering, tinkling, singing.

With reluctance, Sylvia pulled herself back. She looked at the fans and players around them, then sighed. She would have to wait a little longer to run her tongue over Chelsea’s body. Instead, she reached out and straightened the collar of Chelsea’s jersey.

“I think I really, really like sports,” she said, letting her eyes sweep Chelsea up and down to make her point.

“Yeah?” Chelsea broke into a cocky grin, one side of her mouth curving upwards into a gleeful smirk. “You like watching me score?”

“I really, really do,” Sylvia said and she actually felt breathless as she said it. What was happening to her?

“Maybe you should give it a try then,” Chelsea said.

“Like what? Join the team?” Sylvia laughed. The last time she’d played a team sport had been in high school gym class and it had not gone well.

“Come on,” Chelsea said, her smirk growing even bigger. It reached her eyes, making them shine with warmth. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She picked up a soccer ball and spun it on one finger, raising an eyebrow at Sylvia.

“Okay, I don’t think you understand how truly terrible I am at sports,” Sylvia said. “Like, picked last in dodgeball every time level of bad.”

“Just dribble around with me a little.” Chelsea started walking backwards towards the field. She tossed the ball up, headbutted it, then juggled it on her knees a few times before letting it drop to the ground and trapping it under a foot.

“Wait. Do that thing with your knees again,” Sylvia said. Chelsea raised her eyebrows but did it, giving Sylvia the perfect view as her shorts slipped higher and higher up her raised thighs. Eyes on her girlfriend’s legs, Chelsea groaned and said, “Fine. Like two minutes of ‘dribbling,’ whatever that is.”

Chelsea whooped and took off running towards the far goal. Sylvia broke into a reluctant jog after her. When she got close, Chelsea kicked the ball towards her. Sylvia tried to stop it but it somehow managed to roll completely under her raised foot and away.

“I’d recommend having your foot within a yard of the ground next time,” Chelsea said. “Just, you know, a little advice.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Sylvia said as she chased after the ball, then kicked it awkwardly back over. Chelsea stopped it and propped her foot on top of it.

“Actually, I was hoping you would fuck me,” she said, then kicked it back.

Oh shit. Sylvia felt her clit clench as she sucked a breath in. She didn’t even come close to stopping the ball this time and had to chase after it again. She gave it a halfhearted kick in Chelsea’s direction and then walked over. “Maybe we should head back to your place,” she said, and her voice felt several pitches higher than it normally did.

“Actually, I have a better idea.” Chelsea’s eyes slid over to the parking lot. Sylvia turned around. Other than a few last stragglers getting into their cars and preparing to drive away, they were alone.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Chelsea said. “For every goal I score, you have to take off a piece of clothing.”

Sylvia’s heart started pounding. “And if I score?”

“Then I’ll take something off.”

Sylvia looked around, checking to make sure all the cars had gone. “Deal.”

Chelsea passed her the ball. “You can start,” she said.

Sylvia stood there for a second, trying to focus on the goal and not on the fact that her girlfriend wanted her to strip on this very public, very outdoor field. Then she took a deep breath and started dribbling towards the goal.

Within seconds, Chelsea had stuck out a foot, stolen the ball, done some fancy turn, and sent it shooting off into the goal.

“Okay, not fair!” Sylvia whined. “You actually play soccer and I haven’t touched any sort of ball in, like, ten years.”

Chelsea shrugged. The size of her smirk should have been illegal. “Rules are rules. Take something off, cutie.”

Sylvia glared at her, then tugged off her T-shirt. She tossed it to the side. Chelsea stared at her blatantly, trickling her gaze over every exposed inch. Sylvia could practically see her eyes tracing the lace on her bra. Goosebumps ran up her arms, as if Chelsea was tracing her skin with her fingers instead.

“Okay. Pass me the ball,” Sylvia said.

Chelsea tore her eyes away and passed the ball over. Deciding not to bother with dribbling this time, Sylvia wound up her foot and kicked the ball towards the goal as hard as she could.

Chelsea stepped in front of the ball, blocking it easily with a knee. She jogged around Sylvia, who tried to stop her, but she deftly kept it out of reach. Within seconds, the ball was back in the net.

“You look way too pleased with yourself,” Sylvia said.

“I’m very pleased with myself. Now take that top off.”

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Sylvia wagged her finger. “There are no rules about what order I take things off in.”

Extremely aware of Chelsea watching her, Sylvia unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them, then threw them on top of her shirt. She felt cold air touch the warm wet spot in her light-blue underwear.

“Holy shit, I want to touch you.” Chelsea swallowed, then licked her lips.

“No touching,” Sylvia said. “Only sports.”

Chelsea shook her head, then ran a hand through her hair and blew a long breath out of puffed cheeks. Sylvia’s skinned buzzed, like little champagne bubbles were sparkling against her whole body. She felt so sexy, so desired when Chelsea looked at her like that. As if she could barely control herself from running over and pulling Sylvia to the ground.

Chelsea passed her the ball. This time, Sylvia had a better plan. She made like she was about to dribble toward the goal. Chelsea took the ball from her easily. And then Sylvia wrapped her arms around Chelsea’s waist and pulled, sending Chelsea off balance. As she recovered, Sylvia kicked the ball—but not hard enough. It rolled slowly towards the goal and just barely crossed the line before it stopped.

“You cheater!” Chelsea said. “That is such a foul.”

“Hey, all’s fair in strip soccer. And I believe I just scored a goal.” Sylvia shook her lace-covered ass cheeks in a victory dance. It felt so strange to feel the wind on her bare thighs. “Alright Sporty Spice. Take something off.” Chelsea made a face at her, then pulled her jersey over her head.

The sight of her girlfriend in nothing but shorts and a tight black sports bra sent Sylvia reeling. She wanted to hook her fingers under those straps and pull Chelsea close, wanted to run her tongue over those collar bones, wanted to bite those hard nipples through the fabric.

“I get to start with the ball this time,” Chelsea said. She started jogging towards the goal. Sylvia didn’t even try to go for the ball—instead she ran at Chelsea and wrapped her arms around her again, feeling the warmth of their skin touching. She tried to pull Chelsea away from the ball, but Chelsea was ready this time and she kept running with Sylvia clinging to her waist until she was close enough to tap the ball in.

“Goaaaaaaal!” Chelsea shouted, breaking free. She looked at Sylvia, standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear. “What’s it gonna be?”

Without breaking eye contact or saying a word, Sylvia reached behind her and snapped open the clasp on her bra. It opened and she let it fall down her arms to the grass. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, so tight and sensitive she could feel the breeze moving against them. God, she wanted Chelsea to pinch them so badly. And Chelsea didn’t seem able to take her eyes off them.

“My ball,” Sylvia said. Chelsea passed it to her and Sylvia dribbled a few steps, her tits bouncing, filled with the delicious thrill of running mostly naked down the field. She headed for the goal—but before she could score, Chelsea got in the way.

“Oh, sorry, oops,” Chelsea said, as her body blocked Sylvia’s. Sylvia tried to dribble around her, but Chelsea just shifted to the side, blocking her again. She went the other way—and Chelsea’s body was there, pressing against hers. When Sylvia tried to get past again, Chelsea reached up and caught Sylvia’s nipples and gave them a firm twist.

Sylvia stepped away and feigned shock. “Foul!” she said. “What a blatant foul. Penalty!”

“Hey, you fouled me first,” Chelsea said.

“You’re the better soccer player and you fouled, so you owe me a penalty.”

“What kind of penalty?”

“Take off those shorts.”

Chelsea raised her eyebrows, then shucked them off, revealing a pair of tight purple boxer briefs underneath. Sylvia stared at the way they clung to her hips, then let her eyes rest over the dark patch between the legs.

“Oh my god, how embarrassing,” Sylvia said. “Look how turned on you are. You want me so badly.”

Chelsea smirked again. “You’re right. I do.”

She kicked the ball to Sylvia, who took off towards the goal. But before she got there, Chelsea swept her legs out from under her with a swift kick. “Oops,” Chelsea said, catching Sylvia before she could hit the ground. “My bad.” She lowered Sylvia slowly to the grass, then fell on top of her, bracing her weight on either side of Sylvia’s body.

“You totally did that on purpose,” Sylvia said.

“I totally did,” Chelsea agreed, and then her mouth was on Sylvia’s.

Their lips pressed together, hot and urgent and forceful as they pressed together harder and harder. Chelsea bit Sylvia’s lip and she stuck her tongue into Chelsea’s mouth, desperate for a deeper taste. She hooked both hands around the straps of Chelsea’s sports bra and pulled her down until all of her weight pressed against Sylvia and they could grind against each other.

Chelsea’s mouth moved down Sylvia’s neck, kissing and sucking hard, half-painful and all pleasurable. Sylvia bucked against her. Then Chelsea’s mouth found her nipple and Sylvia gasped, arching her back, trying to get Chelsea to suck harder. She could hear her voice, high and breathless, begging Chelsea to keep going. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she clawed Chelsea’s sports bra off, leaving scratches across her back, then grabbed the front of Chelsea’s boxer briefs, rubbing her palm quickly over the wet warmth that she found there.

“Oh my god, I need you,” Chelsea hissed in her ear, her voice low and rough. “I need you.”

Sylvia plunged her hand down the front of the briefs and rubbed her fingers across Chelsea’s clit until Chelsea moaned and ground herself into Sylvia’s hand. Then Sylvia flipped them over so Chelsea was on the ground while Sylvia straddled her. Sylvia let her hips move over Chelsea’s for a moment. Chelsea reached under the back of her underwear, gripping Sylvia’s ass, kneading it hard enough that Sylvia felt the lips of her pussy part. She moaned.

She looked up, scanning the parking lot. They were alone on this field, but completely exposed. It was still daylight and if anyone decided to drive up and park, they would immediately be spotted. But then Chelsea slipped a finger under Sylvia’s underwear and into her cunt, and she decided she didn’t care anymore. She rocked back and forth vigorously, trying to get Chelsea deeper inside her. Her tits bounced as she moved and Chelsea didn’t take her eyes off them until she tugged on Sylvia’s underwear so hard that it ripped under hands. Chelsea paused, but Sylvia squealed at her not to stop, so she ripped the fabric the rest of the way and the shredded underwear fell onto the grass beside them.

Chelsea rolled Sylvia over, pressing her into the slightly damp grass. Sylvia felt deliciously, intoxicatingly exposed—the lips of her pussy spread open to the air and to anyone who happened to walk by. She was breathing fast, her heart beating wildly, and she felt like she might come immediately if Chelsea touched her. She scrambled for Chelsea’s boxer briefs and managed to tug them down. Then she curved two fingers and put them inside her.

Chelsea was so wet that Sylvia’s fingers slid in immediately. Chelsea was hot and slick and impossibly soft as she clenched around Sylvia’s fingers. Sylvia curved them so they pressed against the roughness of Chelsea’s G-spot as she thrust. Chelsea reached down between Sylvia’s legs and caught her clit between two fingers, tugging slowly up and down the entire length. Sylvia’s entire body shuddered.

“Please,” she breathed into Chelsea’s neck. “Please.” And after a maddening delay, Chelsea’s fingers slid inside her. Sylvia moaned. Overwhelmed, she locked her teeth onto Chelsea’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. They pressed together, fingers working inside each other. They started moving faster, falling into the same rhythm as Chelsea took Sylvia’s nipple into her mouth again and sucked on it, hard, tugging at it with her teeth. Sylvia felt so overwhelmed with sensation she thought her body might completely shut down.

“I-I can’t,” Sylvia gasped. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

Chelsea thrust her hips into Sylvia’s hand faster and faster. Her breaths came sharp, her chest heaved, and Sylvia reached up her free hand to pinch her left nipple between two fingers.

“Oh my god,” Chelsea said. “I’m going to come.” Her fingers started moving faster, urging Sylvia onwards. They moved against each other, both crying out without caring who heard them. Sylvia felt Chelsea clamp down tight around her fingers. Chelsea’s mouth opened and her body shook as she started to come. Knowing that Chelsea was coming for Sylvia, with Sylvia’s fingers deep inside her, completely naked on the ground on this soccer field, ass in the air, sent Sylvia over the edge. Her stomach tightened and her toes curled. She thrust her head backwards against the ground, holding back a scream as a wave of pleasure rose and rose inside her until it crested, hanging at the top for an impossibly long moment as Sylvia writhed beneath Chelsea, before finally crashing back down with so much intensity black dots swam across Sylvia’s vision. Above her, she felt Chelsea shudder and heard her cry out. Wetness gushed over her fingers and Chelsea fell on top of her panting.

They lay there for a minute, arms around each other, grass sticking to their sweaty skin, breathing heavily and holding onto each other tight. Then Chelsea lifted her head, looked Sylvia in the eye, and gave her signature one-sided smirk. “That,” she said, “was amazing. I love you.”

Sylvia shook her head, breathless. “I love you too,” she finally said. “And I really, really love soccer.”