Chapter 2 – Match Day

Thanks for the amazing response on this story. Seems that you all like my silly sexy story ideas. I'm sure most of you have already worked out what was going to happen in the rest of this story, but without further ado…

[Chapter 2 tags - Female masturbation, getting off to hearing your friend getting fucked, squirting and graphic descriptions of football matches.]

When Akali finally got home from training, she rushed through the door of her shared apartment with the intent of running a hot bath and forgetting the day. But before she could unlock her dorm room, Akali started hearing noises coming from down the hall. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the strange sounds and work out exactly what it was. Weirdly, it sounded like someone groaning.

'Hey Akali!' came Lux's voice, sounding eager yet trying to keep quiet at the same time. The blonde's head appeared around from the kitchen doorframe at the end of the hall.

'What?' Akali replied. Lux beckoned her with her hand to bring her over. Reluctantly, Akali trudged over to her, stepping in the kitchen. 'What's going on?'

'Ahri brought her date back,' Lux said through an embarrassed grin. The girl had bright red cheeks and wide eyes. 'They're in her room.'

The two stopped to listen for just a moment, and sure enough Ahri's lusty moans drifted down the hall, muffled through the walls.

'Aah!…yes!...ugh!…fuck!'

'They're fucking already?' Akali said, looking back down the hall. 'She only met him two days ago.'

Lux shrugged. 'You know what Ahri's like. Two days and one date is standard for her.'

Another rather loud groan came from the fox's room. Akali and Lux stood rather awkwardly listening to it.

'He is hot though,' Lux muttered.

'What?' Akali said, looking to her friend with a smirk. 'Are you jealous?'

Lux quickly folded her arms and arched her eyebrows. 'No!' she said, though her blush had deepened. 'I just said he was hot.'

'Whatever,' Akali said, unconvinced. 'You can go stalking Ahri's boyfriend if you want, I'm gonna go have a bath and relax.' Akali went to walk back to her room.

'Good luck trying to relax with that racket going on. I doubt they're planning on stopping any time soon.'

Akali rolled her eyes. 'Great,' she drawled.

'You look like total shit by the way, Akali,' Lux commented, taking her turn to smirk. 'Was training really bad or something?'

Akali looked down at the mud on her kit and wondered if there was any evidence of her after-hours session in the coach's office. 'I…um…yeah it was…Kat pushed us pretty hard. Big match tomorrow. Anyway I'm gonna go,' Akali said quickly and took off back in the direction of her room.

She shut the door, but still the moans were loud. Akali's breath caught in her throat over and over as she felt herself growing hot again.

'Uggh…yes…right there!'

Akali slowly slid her back down the door with her muddy kit clinging to her body. Her hand slipped past her stomach, travelling lower until she tucked it underneath the waistband of her shorts. Lower she went until she brushed her covered sex through her stained panties, and the response was instant. She jolted as it came into contact, letting out an unwilling squeak as she realised just how damn sensitive she still was. What had Kat done to her? She'd cummed so hard, yet here she was, no longer than an hour later desperately horny again. Ahri's sultry moans and the hint of slapping flesh seeping through the walls had set her off.

She teased herself with slow circles, but her face had flushed bright red and she knew she couldn't bear being patient. Urgently, she kicked off her studded football boots, discarding them across the floor. Her shorts followed, tossed aside as she opened her legs. Even though her sports underwear was black, she could still tell how much of a mess she'd made of it.

'Fuck me harder, ugh!'

Akali's finger went back to her sex, running circles around her covered labia, every now and then touching her clit and sending sparks down her spine. She knew she couldn't stay on the floor, her body was caked in mud and it would get all over carpet, but at the same time she was in desperate need of some self-care. She stood up quickly and ran to her bathroom. Opening the taps, she started to fill the bath, somewhat disappointed that the running water covered Ahri's vocals from the other room.

Once the hot water had filled enough of the bath, Akali threw off her football jersey, slipped out of her bra, tugged her socks off her feet and dropped her panties. She lay herself down in the warm water, finding it relaxing her sore muscles and helping her libido continue to tick over.

'You're so bad,' she heard Ahri say, before what sounded like a round of deep kisses. Akali couldn't help herself, she was just too frustrated. She'd criticised Lux for being jealous, now she was feeling it for herself. Why wasn't she the one with the hunky boyfriend making her scream every night?

The water sploshed as Akali's hands went straight back to her pussy. Now free of her clothes, she had full access to all of her sensitive spots, raking her fingers through her mound before she began testing her lips again. With her pelvis pushed up, the top half of her pussy was above the water line, so her fingers washed warm water over herself with each pass. She ran the pad of her index finger up and down her lips with gentle strokes.

But still, Akali was impatient. The session next door had opened up into another round of sex and Ahri started to wail again. Akali lost it at the sexy sound, screwing up her face as her massaging escalated into desperate rubbing. Heavy breaths left her mouth as she moved her entire hand over her cunt at speed, hitting her clit every time.

With her face a hot mess of blushing, her free hand came up to grasp her breast tightly as she relentlessly worked her pussy for her pleasure. Listening to her friend fuck her date, Akali rubbed herself raw, feeling her pleasure building to another climax that day. She gave up on simply running her fingers over her lips, and finally slipped two fingers inside. Furiously fucking herself, she searched for that same spot that Kat had found earlier that made her cum like a fountain, and very soon she convulsed in orgasm.

'Yes…yes…yes! Ohhh…!' Ahri screamed.

Akali lifted her butt off the bottom of the bath, pointing her pussy upwards as a small stream squirted from her core. It was nothing compared to the deluge that Kat had forced out of her, but the orgasm was powerful enough to have her flopping back down in exhaustion. Bathwater splashed from the sides and onto the bathroom floor as her breath came out in pants.

…

When the match day came around, Akali was still tense all over. She seemed unable to relax her muscles and throughout every training session leading up to the weekend, she was stiff and sloppy. Her fitness seemed to have dropped even further, even without gaining any weight. Katarina had definitely noticed, but after her rather intense rebuke a few nights prior, she had since left Akali alone. No more being called out or asked to be seen after training, the coach hadn't even spared her any conversation. All that Akali was getting out of the fiery coach were a few strict glares from the stands.

She arrived at the football grounds around midday with the match scheduled to take place a few hours later. She ran more drills in the meantime while the stadium filled with spectators from the academies and the local area. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to the match, considering what happened last time between the two teams. Akali smirked to herself as she remembered how she'd totally taken out Darius with a sliding tackle. The sight of him limping back towards his goalpost like some overly butch cripple was forever imprinted in her mind.

Akali and the rest of the team were lacing up their boots in the locker rooms when Coach Katarina came barrelling in, her face hard and showing that she was not going to be taking any shit from anyone. Everyone went quiet and sat up straight. Kat folded her arms under her sizable chest, holding her lips in a thin line.

'You all know the stakes,' she started, green eyes tracing the room, but lingering a little longer on Akali. 'Now is not the time for any fuck ups. We've trained hard and we know what we deserve for all that hard work. The rewards are ready for us to take, we've just got one little hurdle in the form of those academy boys. Their team has changed since we last faced them, with a new midfielder and a striker bought in from high achieving academies.'

A few murmurs rustled around the room as the other players learned the news that Akali had already been told off. She caught a few of their faces, passing looks of shock and surprise.

'Yes, that's right,' Kat continued. 'So they have that. But we've got something more, we've got the synergy of a team that's been together for years on our side. We know each other well, inside and out.'

Akali raised an eyebrow at the possible double entendre.

'So let's go and show them what that means. Let's prove that the top spot is rightfully ours!'

The team all cheered as they stood up and headed towards the door leading to the pitch.

…

As the players ferried out onto the pitch, Akali saw Darius scowling at her with the look of a predator. She shot him a cocky smirk, hoping that his grim expression was all for show.

By his sides were two fit and professional looking players that she'd never seen before. One was dark skinned and lean, looking like he was quick on his feet. A collection of dreadlocks were wrapped up behind him with a blue sweatband tied round his forehead. The other strangely wore a red piece of fabric over his eyes, his black hair cropped to a thin mohawk. Akali wasn't scared of the rest of Academy team, but those three were the problems that needed dealing with.

The match started off well. Dribbling the ball quickly up one end of the pitch, Akali remained nimble as she saw the opponent's defenders coming up to meet her. Her teammate had passed the ball on the outside, allowing her a split-second to spring past them and take a pot shot at the goal. The dark-skinned player came up alongside her, running at speeds she never thought possible and went for a tackle, kicking his foot out to try and knock the ball away at least. Akali saw it coming and gave a slightly harder kick, hopping up and over his attacking boot and catching back up with the ball.

The goal was not far away and she saw the goalkeeper watching her warily as she approached, his gloves outstretched ready for a save. She feigned a change of direction, before reverting back and going for the shot. She kicked hard with the side of her boot, aiming for the top right corner of the net. The goalie dived up and the ball grazed his fingertips, but it kept going and Akali smiled as she saw the net ripple and heard the whistle blow. One nil. She turned and looked at the stands, trying to pick Coach Katarina out of the crowd. She saw the black and white striped shirt and the red hair, noticing the small satisfied smile on the coach's face.

The players reset themselves and Akali started off by taking the ball as it was passed to her by her midfielder. With the joy of success filling her with confidence and perhaps a level of cockiness, she took off down the pitch. Immediately the opposing team made a better attempt at stopping her.

'Akali, pass!' her teammate shouted, trying to get her attention and make her notice that he was in the perfect position to carry on down the field. Akali ignored it, heading straight for a wall of enemy players with the hopes of outsmarting them again. In her eyes, they'd fall for the same old tricks each and every time. She did her same flashy feet tricks, feigning going one way and quickly rolling the ball back the other. Before she had even made the move however, the striker with the red band over his eyes gave a fierce tackle through her ankles and took control of the ball. Akali was left with the ball stolen and heading towards her team's goalposts. She held her arms up in distress with a pissed off look on her face.

'What the fuck, ref?' she shouted, trying to find the referee who had taken off to follow the ball up the pitch. 'That tackle was so out of line. Stupid blind…'

'Get back in there Akali, what are you doing?' she heard Katarina's voice shrieking from the stands. Before Akali could turn to see her coach, a whistle rang out across the field, signalling a goal for the enemy team. Katarina's glare was murderous. In those green eyes, she saw the stakes and suddenly the bet that Kat had mentioned in her office the night before was starting to sound the alarms in her mind. What had Kat meant?

Akali quickly decided she wasn't eager to find out. The players were resetting and the match was drawing at one all. A fine drizzle of rain had started to fall from the sky, cooling Akali's skin and making the sweat roll down her jersey.

The enemy team started off with the ball. Their passes were quick and within only a minute or two, they were well into Akali's team's half of the pitch and on a war path towards the goal. Akali followed the ball quickly never taking her eyes of it, sprinting as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the sightless player with a red band over his eyes. After a pass, the guy with dreadlocks had the ball, manoeuvring between Akali's teammates and nimbly dashing over potential tackles.

Akali took up some distance, looking for a way to intercept and trying to stay two or more steps ahead of the enemy team. She saw Darius a little way away, moving into position to take a pass and then go for a shot.

Predictable, Akali thought. I stopped that fucking meathead last match, time to do it again.

The ball was passed – it rolled at speed across the pitch, a perfect kick to Darius. The large man stepped up to meet it. Akali sprinted as fast as her legs would allow, finding her breath catch in her throat and the wind rustle her ponytail as she raced through the rain. Darius was only a few yards away and so she went for it. Ducking though and ignoring the muddy field, she slid across the grass with her right boot outstretched and collided roughly with Darius' legs. A spray of mud splattered up as he let out a roar of pain when her studs dug into his heels, but was cut off as he lost his footing and ended up face first in a dirty puddle. Water splashed from beneath the turf as the two of them landed on the sodden grass.

The whistle was blown. The ref ran over, pulling something from his pocket. Akali hauled herself up, smirking inwardly at the brutish Noxian sprawled out in the mud. His kit was soaked and his jersey was filthy. The other players ran over and Darius was helped to his feet. Kat came across from the stands, grabbing Akali by the collar.

'What was that!' she screamed. 'Again! You did it again after I told you what would happen last time. Are you trying to lose us the match?'

Akali only stared back with hard eyes, she knew she could be a bit rough with her tackles, but it was usually worth it in the long run. Darius groaned as he clutched his ankle.

The ref stepped up and pulled out a red card, holding it high and blowing his whistle again.

'Akali, number 12, off,' he said.

'What…seriously?' she said. 'That was a light tackle, come on. He's being a pussy.'

'Off, now,' the ref asserted.

Akali barely had a chance to argue further before Kat had grabbed hold of her once again and was practically dragging her across the field by the scruff of her neck.

'I told you a thousand times—how stupid can you be?' the coach was saying as they came off the fields and into the stands. 'You already got a yellow card to your name from last game. Getting yourself sent off—the match is fucking lost now, well done.'

Akali wriggled in her grip, but stopped when she noticed they weren't going towards their locker rooms like she'd expected.

'What – hey, where are we going?' she complained.

'To put you where you belong—we've lost,' Kat said, continuing to pull as they meandered round into the opposing team's area. She pushed open a door and the smell of male body odour hit Akali's nose hard. She had no chance to look around and gauge her surroundings before Kat threw her onto the tiled ground of the locker room.

'What am I doing here?' Akali protested. 'This isn't our locker room.'

'Wait here, you better hope we win now,' said Kat, slamming the door closed. Akali heard a definite click as the locker room door was locked.