“get your head in the game!” mary yells at beatrice as she stares at the cheerleaders on the sidelines.
the boys game is nearly done and the girls are up to follow them however unlike the boys they will win.
the game is pretty boring until OCS boys score making the score 1-6 in an unimpressive and if not sloppy kick from their team captain julian cristo better known as jc.
“he’s not even good.” beatrice mumbles under her breath.
“go jc woo!!”
beatrice knows exactly who yelled it, ava silva.
the feisty little head cheerleader that beatrice admittedly has the hots for who is also sort of her friend, it’s hard to say, they got paired up in ap chemistry and have be sociable since. but most importantly she’s jc’s girlfriend.
beatrice rolls her eyes and shakes her head before whispering to mary, “a toddler could have made that shot.”
“stop staring at his girlfriend and maybe you’ll play better than him.”
“hey fuck you, i already play better than him!” bea exclaims giving mary a well deserved shove.
“then act like it, we have a game to play in 10 minutes”
the game’s finished with the boys losing 1-8 which was to be expected.
“let’s go guys warm up for the next 15.” beatrice barks out the order.
while they warm up most of the soccer boys and their girlfriends begin to leave which still left about 3/4 of the crowd there who were here to watch a winning game.
beatrice sees jc leaving but to her surprise ava isn’t with him… weird.
the game is off to a fairly tough start, in the first twenty minutes there has been 3 attempts from ocs but none of them make to the net.
beatrice is frustrated when whatever team their playing gets the first goal of the game.
she shakes her head while her and mary walk back to center field.
ava sees this from the stands and furrows her eye brows.
“don’t worry beatrice won’t let them ahead for much longer.” camila says to ava who’s she recognizes as lilith’s girlfriend.
ava only knows lilith because her and jc are cousins, not that they’re close but she had seen lilith and camila at christmas last year.
“you’re liliths girlfriend right?”
“that’d be me, so what brings you to watch the superior team place soccer? didn’t jc leave already?”
“yeah he did. i just guess i wanted to see what it’s like to watch a team that wins.” ava joked.
she couldn’t tell camila that she secretly had a crush on the captain of the girls team.
she shouldn’t but something about beatrice was just so alluring.
while ava’s stuck in her head lilith scores a goal on the field.
she torn from her thoughts as camila cheers on her girlfriend.
“great goal villaumbrosia” beatrice says patting lilith on the shoulder
the rest of the game goes by smoother than the first half and beatrice scores a goal which ava cheers loud for.
its better than any goal she seen jc score.
ocs scores a couple more goals before time is called with another win for the cruciform sword.
however good ava thought the game was it apparently wasn’t good enough for the coach as the girl rounded the field to run a couple of laps before going in.
well everyone except for beatrice young who continued her laps around the field.
ava wonders why she thought beatrice played extremely well tonight.
she decides to stick around and find out because she not to keen on joining jc at his house for some bland sex in which he’ll finish way too fast and roll over and go to sleep.
after ava saw what looked like the last off the soccer players exit the locker room she walked in and called out for beatrice.
“why are you in here silva, only team members and faulty are permitted here.”
she finds beatrice shoulders slumped looking through her locker for her stuff.
“i wanted to ask you why you were running laps, thought you played amazing.”
“it wasn’t good enough, i need to improve and be better something you boyfriend doesn’t know shit about.”
“you’re right, jc is mediocre at best but what does any of that have to do with him. bea what’s going on?”
“just go away ava, you shouldn’t be saying that stuff like that about your boyfriend anyways.”
“bea what’s up?” ava said stepping next to beatrice.
“bea please talk to me.”
the actions that follow suit of those words are so impulsive that beatrice doesn’t even know what she doing until she pulls ava flush against her and connects their lips.
she feels ava start to kiss her back but beatrice pulls back before anything else can happen.
“ava i am so sorry that was so out of line i’m sor-”
beatrice is cut off by ava pulling her in by her jersey and reuniting their lips.
this time beatrice let’s herself enjoy it. she pushes ava back against the lockers and slips her tongue into ava’s mouth hearing her groan at the action.
beatrice gets so sidetracked that she starts trailing kisses down ava’s neck without realizing.
“don’t leave a mark.” ava saying breathily turning her neck to give beatrice better access.
beatrice takes this opportunity to slot a knee between ava’s leg. she returns to her assault on the shorter girl’s neck as ava grinds down on her thigh.
beatrice’s hands travel down ava’s waist to the hem of her shirt tugging it up just a bit before she reluctantly pulls her lips for ava’s neck to ask, “is this okay?”
ava rapidly nods, and beatrice tugs the shirt over her head leaving her in her bra and shorts.
“you’re beautiful.” the taller girl says as she begins to massage the cheerleader’s breast through her bra.
“beatrice please.”
who is beatrice to say no when the ava silva is at her fingertips begging.
so she moves her leg and ava groans from loss of contact. moments later her hand snakes down between their bodies in buttoning ava’s shorts before slipping her hand in where she’s immediately met with ava’s soaking wet core.
“jesus i really got you worked up huh? i haven’t even done anything yet.
“shut up and fuck me or so help me god i wi- fuck” ava doesn’t get to finish her sentence as beatrice’s finger begins to circle her clit.
“or what darling? i seem to be the one in control.”
it really didn’t take long until ava was a mess rutting into the soccer players hand.
“so close so close.” ava’s head was now resting on beatrice’s shoulder.
“what do you need?”
“inside, p-please.”
the taller girls complied slipping a finger in slowly and pulling back out before thrusting in again.
beatrice sets a steady pace to send ava over the edge, and just works on making sure the girl is comfortable.
ava feels like her body is on fire, jc doesn’t hold a candle to the way beatrice is making her fell right now.
“fuck bea more, faster please.” ava begs and how could beatrice not comply?
she adds another finger before pushing back into ava’s devastatingly wet sex.
about a minute later of diligent work of beatrice’s part ava is falling apart in her hands.
beatrice wraps an arm around ava to support her weight because honest to god her legs are about to give out when she hit her climax.
beatrice helps her ride through the waves of pleasure with encouraging words such as, “you look beautiful ava, you did so good.”
eventually the cheerleader’s legs stabilize and she lets out a soft, “fuck”, as bea pulls out.
“that was great. really life altering.” ava says looking up a beatrice.
“what can i say? i’m good at everything i do. although we might wanna talk about this silva.”
“yeah, can we just do it a different day my mind is feeling a little foggy.”
“of course, i’ll text you later, see you in ap chem tomorrow. oh and do remember we have a lab tomorrow so bring your goggles.” beatrice says as she start packing up.
“hey bea?”
“what?” the taller girl says looking up from what she’s doing.
ava pulls her into a passionate kiss before skipping away innocently.
all beatrice thinks in this moment is, “the girl will be the death of me.”