Friday, November 26, 2004. Girl’s Football Camp

Slush fell down from the low clouds on a gray Friday afternoon, covering the asphalt and sticking to the clothing. The smell from an old diesel engine was lingering as two age groups of football girls loaded the bus, heading to a weekend camp. My daughters, twelve and fourteen, were joining.

Five adults were coming. The head coach had another skilled footballer, Reiska, to assist him. Laura was the established manager for the younger ones and Minna for the older ones. I was prepared to explain the basics of nutrition, and otherwise, just to shepherd the girls as an extra adult. 

I was dumbfounded when Tina appeared. She had volunteered to cover Minna, who had caught a cold. It was even more surprising since Tina’s daughter had quit football more than a month ago, and I had not seen Tina since.

She was her energetic self, steering the girls into a bus. 

I went to her and said, “How surprising. I am so glad to see you.”

She looked into my eyes and said, “Don’t you see I am busy? I will deal with you later.”

She seemed to be herself. I hoped that the conflict between the eye contact and wording was a sign of trust. I busied myself loading the bags on the bus.

Finally, everyone was onboard and the bus left. I was sitting closer to the back, to radiate some adult presence in the middle of the uncontrollable natural force. Tina and Laura buzzed around, calming down the restless teenagers.

After the initial hassle, Tina sat beside me.

I said, “What a surprise. I have been worried, but refrained from intruding on your life. Knowing your hardship has made me sad.”

“I would have appreciated a message of care, but I understand. You needed to maintain your marriage. And you could not know what was going on.”

She continued, “My daughter is staying with her father this weekend. I wanted to get away, anywhere. When Minna got sick, I volunteered.”

She paused for a moment, collecting herself.

“I will move away next week. It has been hard.” Her voice trembled. 

“May I?” I squeezed her hand.

Someone shouted, “Amanda!” Tina stood up to check what was going on. 

The bus arrived after an hour of restless drive, and the head coach announced in the mike, “Take your bag and go to the locker room. We start in ten minutes.”

Soon, I was sitting on a bench with Tina and Laura. Laura was watching intently as the girls drilled in mixed age groups. 

Tina said, “I can fill those bottles before the break, but they are heavy. I need someone with long arms and a low forehead. Armas will do.” 

Laura gave her an evil eye and continued watching the girls.

I grabbed the two big bottle holders and followed Tina. We went through a door to a basketball hall, looking for a water supply.

“MATTRESSES.”

The sign on the double doors caught my eye. I grabbed the handle, and it gave in. 

Our bodies decided. With unhesitating resolution, literally without thinking, I stepped into the room and Tina followed. 

The yard lamps shed a dim light through the windows. The room was full of balls, gymnastics equipment, and a pile of mattresses with the specific smell of plastic. 

Our bodies snapped together like magnets. 

The emotions accumulated during the weeks of separation exploded.

I held Tina tight and bent her to a gentle kiss. She panted, and I was breathing deep. 

My lips burned as I ground them tenderly on her soft lips. I lifted her onto the mattress pile, and she locked her legs behind my back. 

We continued kissing. I explored her lips, sucking them, while she tickled mine with her tongue. 

My hands fondled her hair and her back. She steered me with a dominating grip on the back of my neck, owning me in our secret bubble of passion. 

Our restless tongues twirled around with increasing pace. I sucked her lower lip deep into my mouth and time stopped. Her tongue joined her lip and began slowly to probe around.

“I wetted my pants the moment I saw you.”

I said, “How I have missed you. Your shiny eyes, your bright voice, the touch of your skin.”

She let out a delighted moan and pulled my body closer.

I continued, “I have missed seeing the shape of your body and your graceful movements. I am in heaven. I am yours. I love you here and now.“

She said, “This moment is ours. I have nothing else.”

She helped my cock to point upwards and ground her pussy on it. I pushed back in rhythm.

Creative light touches altered with slow, deep sucks until the wave of passion waned.

“Fuck me. I want you inside me. I want to feel your desire. Give it all to me. Become the animal that you really are.”

I grabbed her hair, turned her head back, and kissed down to her neck and collarbone. My right hand squeezed her breast and nipple. She responded with a loud moan and leaned her head to the side, exposing the neck even more.

The movements of her body confirmed her words, pouring gasoline into my flame.

With one movement, I pulled her college off and continued my journey down towards her breasts. She squirmed and fondled my hair and neck. My mouth was busy, and I let her do the talking. 

“Yes, oh yes, suck my tits, abuse them.”

I obeyed, pulling down her sports bra, and grabbed her both tits, sucking and licking the nipples intensely.

“I haven’t had sex for two months, only dreaming of our last time. I want you. Take me. Enter me. Fuck me.”

My shirt and trousers fell on the floor, and my cock sprang out. I pulled her sneakers and trousers off. She grabbed my cock and slowly jerked it. 

She was wet. Everything close to the pussy was slippery, thighs, buttocks, and the hair. She whimpered when I brushed over her hard clit. Her labia were hard and fully open, ready for my cock to split them.

“How wet you are! I want to drown in your wetness.”

“Stick you hard long dick in my wet hot cunt. Thrust me hard. Pound my pussy until your cock explodes and fills me.“

She panted in rhythm as I circled the clit. She steered my cock to the entrance, and it glided in with absolutely no friction. Her slimy cunt squeezed my shaft and fondled the tip with its unique slipperiness.

She tilted a bit backwards, leaning on her hands. I grabbed the edge of the mattress and let her legs rest on my hands. 

Her legs, the bush, and the shape of her buttocks framed the view of her pussy. 

The flower was fully open, decorated with dewdrops. The swollen outer lips revealed the pink inside and the hard clit was sticking out from the slightly trimmed forest.

The sweet fragrance filled the air, and my mind. 

I indulged in entering her again and again. My cock glistened in the dim light as the tip slid in and out of the dripping cunt. Her hard labia bent and gave space to my shaft, fondling and squeezing. 

Her eyes were closed, and mouth was open. 

I slid all in and savored the feeling. My pubis made small rotations on her clit, and the tip fondled her cervix. 

This was a once in lifetime moment, likely our last one. I wanted to keep the momentum, and I wanted it to last. I wanted every long thrust to count. 

My consciousness was entirely in my hard cock, enjoying the sliding in, kissing the cervix,  my balls bumping and my public bone grinding against her. Every thrust ended in her letting out an animalistic moan. It was my turn to talk.

“Yes! I want to hear! Tell me! Louder!”

“Spread your legs for me. Give me your pussy. Give me your body. Give it all to me!”

I really enjoy this position in the beginning, but it limits her movement. I pulled out and rolled myself onto the matrass pile. 

She turned on her back and said, “Squeeze me. I want to feel your body. Show me your male power.”

I held my weight on my hands and knees, adjusting the posture, feeling and hearing her response. She held her hand on my neck and hips, guiding me. 

I said, “Look into my eyes when I fuck you. I have missed the stars in your eyes.” 

I carried my weight and made long thrusts. She looked into my eyes, except for the moments when I hit her pussy. Soon she turned her head to the side, closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

She tilted her hips in rhythm as I fucked her. I savoured the squeeze and slipperiness on my shaft. She enjoyed the pounding and grinding. 

She pulled me close and adjusted the speed so that our bodies and public hair ground with long movements up and down. 

I let more weight on her and she lifted her knees up to adjust the pressure. I started to alternate fast and shallow thrusts with slow, long cervix-kissing ones. 

“Rub your clit. I want to feel your orgasm.”

She obeyed, and soon squirmed and squeezed my body with her legs, and my cock with her sludgy cunt. It was so arousing and satisfactory. 

I sped up. My balls felt the pressure and my cock felt rock hard.

“Yes, yes, fill me! Fill me! Ahh.”

She let out a long, growly scream as I pushed myself as deep as I could, pumping my seed in her. She pulled me tight with her hands and ground her pussy against me.

The heat settled gradually. 

She asked, “What color was it?”

“Deep red, like burning fire.”

“I am glad that you see the colors.”

The last moment of intimacy.

“I wonder if they miss us already.”

“I will find out about the rooms and clean up. Laura won’t miss me.”

I grabbed the bottle holders and left. I found a water supply in the locker room and filled the bottles partially to save time. 

When I returned, Laura said, “Tina led you astray. There is a water tap on that wall. And I don’t like how she spoke to you. Her husband is devastated because she is leaving.”

“Sounds like you would rather have had Minna here. I am used to Tina’s sharp tongue. I just want to make this a good experience for the girls.”

Good. No suspicions. I wondered how much of the clash was accidental and how much Tina did on purpose.

After the training, we had dinner and movie time. For Friday evening, we had a film for the 12-year-old girls, chosen by Laura. Lion King was good entertainment for both age groups. Most girls dragged mattresses from their rooms and some sat on chairs. 

I will save you from the details, but as the evening continued, Reiska got drunk and had to leave, and the girls did not settle down. Tina took a turn to oversee the Friday night and  ended up talking with some girls until the small hours. 

The girls stayed in the main building in small rooms by a long corridor. The head coach slept in the boss’s room, with a desk and a window facing the indoor field. Other adults stayed in a separate dormitory building, where I was now alone on the men’s side, and Laura on the women’s side. As you may guess, nothing special happened.

Next morning, Tina needed to rest after the short night. I and Laura tried to cover Reiska’s part in the field. Our lack of skills frustrated the head coach, but what can you do? 

For lunch we had salmon in cream, and cake as dessert. We adults ate around a small table and talked about special smells.

“What is the most relaxing smell that you know?”

Tina said, “Pine forest.”

Laura said, “Freshly baked bread.” 

The tension between the women had irritated me and I became provocative.

I said, “The foot sweat of a bitch.” 

Tina was used to my strange stories and laughed. Laura looked confused. 

I clarified, “I mean the paws of a bitch, a dog. Haven’t you ever tried? Me and my wife used to lie in a pile on the sofa with our dog, and sniff its paws. The dog was very embarrassed, but we liked it. You should try. It is very comforting.”

We moved to discuss different delicious and strange tastes. 

I said, “I have one very special taste in mind. It feels like an electric current in my tongue, in my body, and even fingers.”

“Chili?”

“Strong salmiakki?” (Finnish liquorice candy, spiced with ammonium chloride.)

“Ovulation.”

Laura collected her stuff and left the table.

Tina gave me a look and said, “Too much information. She has been our family friend for a long time. She has a crush on my husband and now looks down at me.”

My nutrition lesson was announced, and the rest of the afternoon was filled with different exercises. For the adults, this was full time work, even during the rest periods. Tina was also on the field and I admired how she was running. Laura understood more about the game, but could not keep up with the teenagers.

For Saturday evening, Tina had selected the romantic comedy “Notting Hill”. 

Tina sat on the couch with two girls, and I sat on a chair. After ten minutes, the girls slipped down to mattresses, and I sat on the sofa with Tina.

“You heartless torturer. You know how romantic comedies tear my soul apart.”

“How come? It is nice to wallow in emotions, cry, and be aroused. I chose the best medicine for you.”

When I was six, I saw “Waterloo Bridge”, where Vivian Leigh, after a long misery, commits a suicide to save her upper class lover from a scandal. Imagine the vulnerable small boy powerlessly witnessing how misunderstandings and unfulfilled love first torture the lovers for years and then lead to the tragic end. I was devastated and sealed the plot as the disastrous archetype for relationships. 

I had told Tina about my parents. They were not a happy couple, but stayed together for their lives. My father was a charming alcoholic, and my mother was intellectual but socially clumsy. 

They didn’t fight openly, but the dissatisfaction under the surface was always present. As the eldest, I took the emotional task of keeping the house of cards together. Maybe that is the reason behind my unmovable presence. I still hold that nonfunctional family together, witnessing the crippled marriage, and fearing the inevitable tragedy. 

So I abhorred romantic movies.

I tried to distance myself from the plot. Tina immersed herself, and her body moved at the turns of the plot.

“Armas, please let go and follow the movie with me. I promise it will be rewarding.”

No way.

Her tiny hand sneaked to my hand. She interlaced her fingers with mine and squeezed. 

“Armas, you need to trust me. Please overcome your fear.”

My mind was whirling. The emotions from the movie mixed with mine. The protagonists wanted each other but distanced themselves. I had this intensive love affair with Tina, that is now ending. Yes, I needed to accept. This is a love affair. I let the confession fill my body. A flood of emotions filled my body.

Our hands made love. We followed the film while our sweaty hands fondled each other, disguised from the teenagers.

I moved closer to Tina and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too. It has been wonderful.”

Emotions wrung my intestines. The happiness of the mutual confession, the sadness about ending, my connection to my family, and caring for my daughters lying on the mattresses in this room. And the suppressed emotional trauma that Tina mercilessly forced me to face. 

The movie continued, and Anna met Will again. 

“Would you like to taste my ovulation?”

My bewildered emotional state rendered me completely defenseless. My mind stopped working and I could not get a word out of my mouth.

She whispered, “My fingers or yours?”

My left hand sneaked into her lap, under the waistband of the joggers. Strangely,  when we crossed the distance and were in physical contact, I was functioning again.

My fingers traveled down her stomach, trying to get under the pants. I felt her abs tensing and her hips moving. My hand slipped in her knickers and circled the hair, went down and caressed on the sides of her clit. She panted, trying to keep silent. 

Someone glanced at us in the dark. Well, it would be ok to sob watching the movie.

She caressed my cock through the jeans. I was grateful for the decision to wear jeans. It was uncomfortable, but so much better for the situation.

My finger slid between the labia, pressing the clit on the way. I caressed her slowly, not to wake the interest of the teens. 

The point of the plot where Anna and Will make love was approaching, and Tina, of course, knew that. She squeezed her nipple with her left hand. 

My hand slid steadily in and out, stroking the g-point and caressing the clit. She pushed back with her hips. She held my cock and sometimes remembered to fondle and squeeze it.

Her body became restless, and she held her breath. When the lovemaking scene was peaking, I circled her clit. It was hard and snapped when I crossed it.

She grabbed my hand through the joggers and held it still.

“I can not scream here!”

The movie continued with the noisy paparazzi scene. Tina stood up and pushed me on the sofa.

“Enjoy the taste. See you soon.”

I smelled and sucked my fingers, which remembered her wetness. But fingers won’t do. For the full effect, the taste needs to be served fresh on the source. 

She came back in five minutes and said, “I had a wonderful orgasm, savoring the love story, and remembering your hand.”

I held my hand on her pussy for a while and withdrew. I immersed myself in the movie, which continued to rip my emotions. When Julia Roberts with her big eyes confessed her love, I could not help crying. My tough guy defenses crumbled. My body trembled, and I silently covered my face. Tina gently stroked my shoulder. She was very comfortable with crying.

I barely held myself together during the final happy scene. The lights came on, and the hassle started. 

Tina gave no mercy. She held my shoulder and said loudly, “Hi girls, when you start to date, make sure that you guy shows emotions for love stories, like Armas here.”

Two dozen teenagers stared at me in silence. I didn’t know how red my eyes were. Maybe some of them understood what Tina said. Even a good educator can only give the opportunity for learning. 

After the evening snack, Tina came to me and said in a low voice. “Laura will sleep in this building. Would you like to have the full serving tonight?”

She again pushed me out of balance. 

She continued, “My room or yours?”

“Mine is safer.”

Off she went. Everyone was tired, and the evening went on peacefully. I withdrew to the men’s dormitory.