Soccer

by Joaane

My eleven year old girl Julie has been sport mad for as long as I can remember. All through junior school she has run in every race and played in every team. Now that she has moved up to a new school at year 6, she was keen to be selected for the soccer team.

She had no trouble passing the trials and was taken into the squad. What I didn't realise was, that at this level, soccer teams are unisex. She had to beat the boys to get selected for the team. The coach, Mr Smith the head of sport, split the squad in half on each practice day. Watching them playing each other, allowed him the select the final team for the Sunday game. Julie was delighted to be given the number 9 shirt. Centre forward was her favourite position. It was the position she had played in junior school. She was absolutely delighted.

She looked lovely in her red shirt and white shorts. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail like a long blond tail swishing in the wind whenever she ran. The white number 9 stood out against the red of the shirt as she walked out onto the pitch. I was very proud of her. She was smiling broadly with pleasure, her beautiful, fresh young face shining with health. She was one of only three girls on the field, all of them on our team. The game was tough. They were out played by the boys of the other team in most areas of the game. Most of the time, Julie was helping to defend and being pushed around and knocked off her feet. She was getting more and more frustrated as the game went on.

Suddenly the ball was fed to a girl winger who ran her heart out down the wing. Julie was running forward trying to support her whilst staying on side. She was screaming “GILL, GILL, HERE TO ME, GILL,” as she ran. A big defender slid into Gill upending her and taking her leg before the ball. The referee blew for the foul. Julie showed no sympathy and shouted “Fucking hell Gill you deaf twat.” I was shocked at my little girl's language. Such gutter language out one so lovely and so young.

Gill took the free kick, which arced into the centre. I gasped as Julie rose up out of the crowded six yard box in what seemed like slow motion to head the ball into the back of the net. Gill, who only minutes before was a deaf twat, now was the love of her life as they ran together. They kissed and danced around together with delight. The goal gave the team new heart and they started to play well.

The coach came up to me. “You are Julie's mum aren't you?” he asked.

I was still grinning with pride. I nodded, I didn't trust myself to speak without sobbing, I was so choked up.

“She is a fantastic little player and will be in the team whenever she is fit.”

“That's great,” I muttered.

He went on, “I need to ask a favour. My female assistant has resigned now that her girl has gone onto college. I wonder if you would take over?”

“I don't know,” I said, “It depends what is involved.”

“Oh, it is easy. It is just on practice days and match days. The team is mixed so there are some no go areas for me. Not unnaturally, the boys want to get close to the girls. I can't police the toilets and showers and keep an eye on everyone all the time. I am sure you understand.” I agreed and was given immediate responsibility for policing the female areas.

It was touch and go, but in the end it was that one goal, my girl's goal, that separated the two sides. She was taken up onto the shoulders of the big goalkeeper and cheered all the way back to the pavilion. I was already in the changing room and locker room area making sure that none on the boys got in. Only one did, he was about fourteen. I grabbed him by the ear and escorted him out. The stiffy he was playing with disappeared as I grabbed him.

I could hear the girls singing “We are the champions,” at the top of their voices. I completed my search of the area and locked the outer door. I sat in the changing area waiting for the girls. From there I could just see through the steam into the showers. I could see Julie swaying from side to side as they sang. She was shiny with the water running down her. Her long blond hair hung down her back to her bottom. Her cute, pert bottom swayed from side to side. She rotated in the water soaping herself, I saw the little bums of her breasts with the run of water running between them and down her tummy to her shiny camel toe and then down in a torrent to the floor.

As I watched I saw Gill appear, she was about the same age as Julie, but her boobs were slightly bigger and being dark haired the beginnings of her pubic bush could be seen. She had a bottle of something that she squirted at Julie. The sight of the two lovelies frolicking sent heat to my pussy and dampness to my panties. It was shampoo which lathered up. The two girls giggled as Gill rubbed the lather all over Julie's body.

I had barely noticed that the singing had continued until it suddenly stopped. The other team mate appeared. She was about fourteen or fifteen and fully developed. She crouched down and turned Julie by the hips and in a well practiced movement put her hand firmly between Julie's legs. Julie wriggled trying to free herself. I was on my feet and starting towards the shower, when I saw Julie turn twisting at the waist to kiss Gill full on the lips. I stopped in mid stride when I realised that Julie was not trying to escape, but was squirming with pleasure.

Wanton desire gripped me as I watched from the shadows. My love flooded into my panties. My desire and my shame overcame me in equal measure. I orgasmed and cried for my baby, I wanted to hold her and love her. I watched as she giggled and put her leg over the older girl's shoulder. The girl attacked Julie's pussy with her tongue.

I melted into the shadows unable to watch further. I retired to a toilet cubical and fingered myself to a breathtaking, but shameful climax. The school pavilion locker room is large with rows of lockers and benches. There are no windows and the lights were off. The only light that was on illuminated the shower and shower anti room. I left and I was outside in the corridor sat on one of the benches when the three girls came out fully dressed.

The two girls called out “Bye Champ,” as Julie and I walked towards our car. All the way home I was in a confused state of sexual arousal. I wanted to take Julie into my arms and make love to her. How is it possible for the child I gave birth to and have cherished for eleven years suddenly become the centre of my wanton desires? I felt both excitement and shame.