Sam Thomas kicked at the ground with his cleats before removing his socks and shoes and walking closer to the fence line. He seen the back view of a very beautiful girl resting against the cold metal. She was wearing canary yellow shorts and had her long blonde hair resting on her shoulder, held together in a ponytail. He could very clearly make out the plum colour of her bra through the sheer fabric of her white tank top. He figured this must be a popular fashion trend in New York right now because he knew this girl very well.

"Hey Stace," he said as he joined her leaning on the fence.

"Hey," she replied brightly, flashing him a dazzling smile before moving her pair of large rectangular sunglasses to the top of her head and meeting his blue eyes with her own. "God Sam, you've grown again," she said as she studied him up and down.

"Yeah maybe," he shrugged, smiling despite himself. "What brings you down here anyway?" he asked. "I don't think it's your love of the game," he continued teasing her.

"Cameron Miller," she said simply. "He asked me if I wanted to come watch. I had nothing else to do," she shrugged, "so I figued why not?"

"What a guy huh?" Sam smirked. Clearly Cameron was thinking she would be impressed by his athletic prowess.

"Yeah," she agreed, "it is kinda dull."

Sam just laughed to himself, this was probably Cameron's idea of a date.

"So," he said changing topics, "you haven't gone out on a date with me for ages." He knew they were both kind of flighty, prefering to keep their dating options open but he did love it when they got together.

"You haven't asked," she said pointedly.

"Oh so I'm the one who always has to ask?" he replied, raising his eyebrows playfully.

"Pretty much," she shrugged, but she mirrored his playful expression.

"You're only interested now because I told you Cameron asked me here," she continued after a pause.

"No way, I'm interested because you're a total fox," he half teased, half confessed. He'd thought so ever since the first time he'd seen her two years ago. She'd certainly changed a lot since then though he thought as he studied her beautiful form. Her legs were longer, her ass fuller, her waist more pinched and her tits...Sam snapped his head up again before she could catch him looking there.

She just rolled her eyes but she couldn't help smiling a little at the compliment.

"Where do you wanna go?" he asked her.

"I haven't said yes Sam," she pointed out.

"You will though," he said, his eyes darkening slightly as he raised a hand to hold her waist before leaning forwards and kissing her.

He'd kissed her a few times over the years, less than he would have liked, but it had never gone any further. It was always her age that made him pull back. When they separated this time Sam was able to see Cameron over Stacey's shoulder, looking furious.

"Hey Cam!" he called out, waving like a madman whilst Stacey just giggled.

"You ass," she said, slapping him softly in the chest but allowing him to wrap his arms around her anyway.

"So you'll go out with me," he asked her, serious this time.

"Mhmm," she agreed, resting her head on his shoulder.

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"You're breaking up with me?" Stacey sobbed, "but why?"

Sam looked down at his living room floor. She'd come over to his house today with such a big smile on her beautiful face. How could he do this to her? He felt like a bastard, he was a bastard. How could he make her understand?

They had been dating for eight months. A serious mile stone for both of them but now he had to break it off with her. He had to because he wanted to sleep with her. She was only 15 years old, she was only just 15 years old too having only had her birthday recently. She was barely older than his little sister. God he was such a bastard.

"You're too young Stace," he said in a hollow voice.

"Too young," she gasped, trying unsuccessfully to stop her tears. "Just when did I become too young for you Sam? You've never had a problem with my age before."

His heart beat painfully in his chest. Didn't she have any idea how much he wanted her? How much harder it was getting? He was seventeen and chock full of hormones that kept telling him to just take her. "Stacey.." he tried to say but she just stood up and ran away, slamming his front door behind her.

He let her go.