An Unexpected Meeting

Elsa's career had been anything but easy. Having been enlisted on a girl's soccer team ever since the young age of five, the now twenty four year old could say that she was among the best strikers in the nation, if not the whole world.

The journey was a bumpy one. Managing school, soccer and a social life was always a struggle. But to say that she would go back and do everything differently would be a lie. She was the best. She was called up to the first team at the early age of seventeen. Many people doubted her when she first made her debut but she was quick to silence them after scoring two of the four goals that crowned her team champions that night.

Countless more victories followed and many more of her goals. It wasn't long after that the big teams began to seek her services, willing to pay very high transfer fees just to have her on their team. She was the athlete of the year, the role model for many young girls, or so the sports magazines read.

Two years later, at the age of 19, when she believed she'd grown enough, not only as a player, but also as a person, was when she made the decision to transfer to one of the biggest clubs. She played along the greatest and soon after managed to surpass them, changing her position as a substitute to one in the starting eleven. She'd played whole games, sometimes even more than ninety minutes and she considered herself lucky for avoiding gruesome injuries that often left some players out for months and when they came back to the field, they were never the same.

At the age of 22, needing a change of airs and having a very tempting offer from a certain French club, she left for the old continent with the hopes of expanding her awards cabinet and capturing the eyes of even more spectators. Things went great as well but now she was faced with even less free time. Practice, playing and having to learn French left her very little time for anything else. She grew accustomed to it soon enough, however. But even when the soccer season ended (or football, as they referred to it in Europe), and she got to go back home, she had to find something to keep herself occupied. Her parents rarely saw her taking a break, or watching television. Sure, she'd often read a book but in such cases she was always running on the treadmill. Every morning she'd be up at five, go for a run and wouldn't come back till seven or eight. Friends and family always asked her why she was so eager to keep up her routine and her simple answer was determination.

Her love life was the complete opposite of her career. Sure, she'd had her fair amount of partners here and there but they would eventually all get too complicated and she didn't have time for that. Romance and love were great, she'd had the fortune of experiencing both, but they wouldn't take her to the top and they certainly wouldn't give her glory as they often lead to heartbreak. But obviously, as a twenty-something year old woman, she needed to have her fun every now and then. For her, that only meant one night stands.

It was simple. She'd find a cute girl who was willing to spend the night (or day) with her and take her to a hotel, do what needed to be done, and be done with it. The random girl would go her way and Elsa hers. There was no need for attachment and there certainly was no need for a connection. That's how she'd spent her free time for the past years. She was 24, single, but a successful soccer star and no one could take that away from her.

Her reputation was indestructible, much like her achievements. So much so that she'd been called up for the national team and made her first appearance on a victory night. There was no greater pride than being able to represent her own country. That night, the crowd cheered her name at the end of the match and it was then that she knew she was destined for even greater things.

And here she was, once again, about to go into the field to play the semi-final match for her national team in the women's world cup. People often asked her if there was a routine she kept prior to a big game to calm her nerves, little did they know, she'd stop feeling nervous years ago. She was a professional and even if things didn't go as planned, one had to learn how to lose and fortunately for her, that rarely happened.

The referee blew the whistle and so the game began. She was optimistic about this match. She knew for a fact that her team would be in the finals and maybe even lift the world cup... But she was getting ahead of herself. Soccer was about taking things one game at a time.

Having played the opposite team on numerous occasions, she knew their tactics by heart. She knew what dribbles a certain player was most likely to make and she knew the weaknesses of their defense, especially the goalie (she was never good at stopping goals mid-air). Unfortunately, they also knew her habits and weaknesses which was why it had become too difficult for the score to be large in recent matches. But she had to find a way, she always found a way. Besides, she was in a great team. She trusted them and had had the privilege to play next to some of them in other clubs so needless to say, there was a connection and there was experience.

The midfield tried sending her various passes, all of which were cut perfectly by the opposition. On one or two occasions, her team had the chance of opening the score but the balls sent her way were either too long and caught by the keeper or too short and intersected easily. The clock kept ticking and by half time, the score was still nil-nil. The coach was reassuring the players, giving them strict directions and marks. The locker room was never that quiet but it was a good sign. That meant that everyone was focused, which was good considering the prestige of the tournament.

"Elsa, you have to find a way to get past at least two defenders. The left back has had trouble keeping up with you and one of the center backs is already on a yellow card so we can exploit that weakness." A nod from the blonde and the coach quickly moved on to another player.

Elsa looked around and found everyone listening carefully. There would be no substitutions during half time. According to the coach, everyone was playing at their best so there was no need to fix something that wasn't broken. Even so, the substitutes seemed to be paying more attention than usual and even if they didn't get to have any minutes in the tournament, they knew how much it meant. The majority were young and Elsa guessed that they would get twenty minutes to go out into the field at most, unless one of the starters got injured and a substitute would be needed. But they lacked experience and it was apparent on their faces. Too young, too innocent and not enough concentration. There was the short blonde with really long hair that she'd seen at training earlier that week. She was always next to another two, both redheads, except one always wore her hair and twin braids and had way too many freckles and the other one's was just a frazzled mess. She figured they always hung around together during practice since it was their first time being called up to the national team, so there was really no reason why she should get to know their names.

The second half came under way, much to Elsa's eagerness. Everyone seemed much more sharp and determined. They needed to score in the next forty five minutes and avoid conceding a goal. The last thing they wanted was to go to extra time, or penalties, and risk exhaustion or injuries. They needed all the strength they could get to not only qualify but also play in the final.

The other team wasn't attacking as much as they were during the first half and Elsa's teammates were careful to allow a counter attack and concede. The USWNT maintained possession but couldn't seem to find the connection with the strikers. A few fouls were committed here and there and Elsa took the liberty of taking a few free-kicks but like anything else, they were all cut off by the wall in defense.

It was all getting too heated. With only twenty five minutes left on the clock and no goals, the players began to get anxious and their plays began to get sloppy. Frustration was evident in the way they finished a certain pass or the long shots they took at the goalie which went completely off target and nowhere near the goal.

The other team noticed this and took advantage of it. They fell at the slightest touch or tackle, causing the referee to call a free kick in their favor. That meant that the USWNT had less possession of the ball and thus less chances of scoring. But the tactics went farther than that. The other players began to get into their heads, saying things that they knew would frustrate the players, especially Elsa, who was the most dangerous upfront.

In other occasions, she would have kept her cool, but with the clock winding down, the tiredness in her legs and the words and dirty tackles from the opposition made her become angry and frustrated. The coach called her over to the line as soon as they had an opportunity and asked her to focus. "You are the head of this team. We need you to be 100% on this game if we want to win. Don't let them get to you. We've defeated them before and we will again. Get the ball and run past their defense, do what you need to do." She had said.

And that's exactly what she did. On the eighty third minute, she had the chance to steal the ball from midfield and avoid giving it over back to the other team again. She ran and ran. The opposition's goal was becoming more apparent as the distance decreased and so was the goalie who was trying to decrease her angle and giving Elsa less chances of scoring. But she'd dealt with that many times before, Elsa didn't shoot. Instead, the minute the goalie ducked to grab the ball, the blonde dribbled and jumped past the keeper, driving the ball past the goal line. She heard the cheers of the crowd seconds before the ball hit the net and as soon as she did, she ran back to the coach to celebrate it.

It was the winning goal. They were so close to the finish line. All they needed to do was defend and defend well or score another goal if they had the chance. But they couldn't risk too much, they couldn't risk allowing the other team to score and possibly go to extra time. Luckily, the final whistle finally came, nine minutes after the goal, and the entire team, including the medics and staff, ran down the field to celebrate their place at the finals.

Back at the team's headquarters, everyone decided to go down to the dinning hall as soon as they arrived from the stadium. It was a cause for celebration and everyone was delighted. Players and the staff team congratulated Elsa on her goal countless times but she didn't seem to be as excited.

"What's up with you?" One of the midfielders (and also her roommate for the time being) asked as she sat next to her.

"It was a long game. I'm exhausted is all." Elsa responded.

"And here I thought you were upset because you didn't score enough goals."

"Come on, Meg. Now's not the time for teasing. I'm very tense. I need to get off, if you know what I mean." Elsa ran her hand along her shoulders all the way to her neck.

"Well, getting laid after a victory is always a good idea. You deserve it. If you can find anyone who's willing, I'll stay away from our room. Won't bother until I know your finished. How does that sound?" Meg began to pick on her food.

"It sounds good, except you know I've slept with almost everyone who's available and doing so again will only cause trouble."

"Ugh, you and your fear of making a connection. You know, if I wasn't already committed to someone I would sleep with you. Let's see... Ooh! You haven't slept with any of the newbies. You can try persuading them, you know how easy that'll be." The brunette pointed at the three members sitting a few tables across from them.

"They sound like trouble," Elsa seemed not encouraged enough.

"Yes but it's only for one night, right? That's how it always is with you and then everything goes back to normal."

"You're right." Elsa stood up, seeming much more convinced now. "And Meg?" The other girl looked up at the mention of her name. "I could never sleep with you, I know too much about you already. Starting with your name." Elsa smiled and the girl shook her head.

Convincing one of the three women had been hardly a task. As soon as they saw Elsa approaching, they stopped doing whatever they were doing and fell silent. Surely, two of them were more than willing to join Elsa on whatever adventure she might take them on for the night, and that was the problem. Only two; the blonde and the redhead with countless curls.

It bothered her greatly that the other redhead was seemingly disinterested. It seemed as if the girl found her phone much more entertaining. Soon enough however, with Meg's help (after much insisting), Elsa and the girl with the two braids made their way up to the blonde's room.

"Nice view," the stranger commented as soon they both entered Elsa's room.

"Thanks, and don't mind the other half of the room. My roommate's obviously messy." Elsa tried to apologize but the way she regarded the comment sounded nothing like an apology. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off with easiness. Noticing the freckled girl doing nothing but staring at her, Elsa grabbed her hand and pulled her to her bed where she helped her out on removing her clothes.

"Welp, you sure move fast, don't you?" Elsa ignored her and responded with another question of her own.

"Would you rather go down on me first or the other way around?" The other girl kept on staring and Elsa decided for her. "You know what? Don't answer that, I'm feeling generous tonight."

The redhead was taken by surprise as Elsa pushed her down onto the bed, positioned herself between her legs and proceeded to remove her panties. "Shouldn't we introduce each other at least?"

That earned her a stoic expression from the blonde whose head sprung up quickly at the mention of introductions. "If we're going to do this," she motioned between the small space of the two, "we need to establish some rules." The other girl nodded. "One, this is just a one time thing. Two, I don't get to know your name and you don't get to know mine-"

"Except I already know yours. Everybody knows yours," she interrupted.

"You know what I mean. There's no need for us to be on a first name, or anything, basis. Three, no kissing and definitely no caressing. Got it? Also, no intense staring at each other." She shot the girl a questioning look.

"Got it, just sex. Sex at a minimum but sex nonetheless," she murmured and that was enough for Elsa to get back to business.

Using her tongue and then her fingers, the blonde took great pleasure in knowing that the redhead was on the verge of cuming. It all seemed to be overwhelming for her because elsa noticed the way the girl gripped the sheets and bit her lip to keep from screaming. Either way, silent grunts and whimpers escaped from her now and then. The whole affair lasted a good amount and Elsa couldn't help but admire the toned body of the girl shaking beneath her. It was quite the sight, she had to admit and it was such a shame that she'd only get to experience that once.

Once the redhead regained full consciousness, she got up and intuitively straddled Elsa who was taken by surprise but approved of the quick initiative regardless.

The nameless stranger, according to Elsa, appeared to like taking her time because she took a while observing what motions worked best for the blonde and then would, oh so slowly, thrust her fingers inside her. Elsa wasn't the type to enjoy slow rhythms. On the contrary, she preferred faster paces but the girl seemed to know what she was doing because it wasn't just a slow work up, it was also very intense. Suddenly, the pleasure she felt down her core expanded to her chest as the redhead fondled her breasts and lightly pinched each nipple. Elsa was sure that constituted caressing, which she had strictly forbidden, but the moment of bliss she was experiencing left her with no room for protests so she just ignored it.

The pace increased after a few minutes and it was suddenly all too much for Elsa who reached her release shortly after. Unexpectedly, after becoming somewhat aware of her surroundings, the blonde noticed that the woman continued to thrust into her slowly, causing the heat to spread quickly between her legs once again. This time, the excitement was much greater because the girl pressed one of her fingers lightly atop her clit and, without a warning, her tongue followed. Being satisfied in more ways than she thought possible, Elsa moaned like never before during her second orgasm.

The night turned out to be better than she hoped and was content that the girl left as soon as they finished their endeavors, without needed an explanation. It was good to find someone who understood so readily.

Elsa stepped out of the shower only to find her roommate sitting on her bed with her laptop on her thighs. Meg eyed her curiously and wiggled her eyebrows as Elsa looked for something to wear to sleep.

"It took three hours for me to be able to come back into the room. I take it went well?" She asked as she scrolled on her computer.

"I got what I needed which is all that matters."

Meg shook her head and smiled. "You're going to get tired of that lifestyle sooner or later and you'll regret not settling down when you had time."

"Technically, I don't have time. And one night stands seem to work just fine for me... And other people." Elsa added.

"Well it seemed to work better than fine for that girl. You should have seen the look of satisfaction on her face after she left our room. You'd think her freckles couldn't become more apparent."

Elsa shrugged, deciding it would be best not to give it much importance but as the night dwelled on, she couldn't help but think back to the way the random girl tried something different, despite her orders not to do so, or how amazing it felt. Perhaps allowing future partners more contact would definitely enhance the experience. She made a note to try that later on and went to sleep with a smile after acknowledging that was the best sex she'd had in a while. Not many people were given the opportunity to make her cum twice in one night.

AN: Trying something new. Let's see how it goes. If there's any terminology you would like me to explain, please let me know.

USWNT - United States Women's National Team.

Also, expect slow updates just until I finish the other fic.