"Little Fiery One" By Kate V.
Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between collage girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Chapter One
The early morning air was heavy. Dew listened on the blades of the fresh cut grass. The field lines had been freshly painted and new nets hung in each goal. Standing at the endline were a group of women trying out for of the Weston University soccer team.
"Ready!" The shout carried across the field from the far sideline. The whistle blew and the team went running to the opposite end line. Keegan Garry slowed her pace as she crossed the line. Her leg throbbed.
"On the line!" One of the assistant coaches yelled. The whistle sounded again. The group took off again. She crossed the line and put her hands on top of her short dirty blonde hair. She could feel the sweat saturating her tank top and the waistband of her shorts. As she paced in a circle and tried to catch her breath she observed her teammates. This team was going to run. Hard work was something that Keegan had been use to.
In the last few months she had conditioned hard to get ready for tryouts. Her life on campus life started on Sunday afternoon went her Dad dropped her off for school. A hot, humid, blistering July afternoon in Michigan was the best way to describe her first day on the campus of Weston University. The summer camp was mandatory for all new players. Bill, her father had driven with her the two a half-hours from Saginaw. They had done this drive a number of times in the last year. The first time was to meet with Coach Rob Curtis, the women's soccer coach. Curtis had recruited Keegan heavily in the fall of her senior year. Although Weston was a great school, universities with programs that led to NCAA championships and playoffs were recruiting Keegan. The scholarship promises were plentiful. Keegan had been a prodigy soccer star. The last few years of club play had made her well known and highly recruited. Her high school team had done well, but they did not make it past the regionals.
Her path to collegiate soccer changed the week of Thanksgiving break. She was involved in a devastating car accident. The scholarship offers from universities were pulled back. Weston with Curtis was the only school that did not doubt Keegan's return to the field.
Classes were starting in three weeks. There would be a week between camp and practice starting. This would be the only break Keegan would get until the season finished some time in November. Bill wanted to stay to watch camp, but Keegan didn't want him to. He was leaving after she was settled. The school had put the incoming students up in the athletics dorm.
With Bill at her side, she walked into the athletic building. The building was massive with sleek perpendicular lines. The glass atrium reflected the afternoon sun on the inside plants. They had been there during the spring but the building still was overwhelming. Outside the Athletic Director's office stood a line of registering athletes. While they waited, Keegan watched the interactions of people in the lobby. Catching Keegan attention was a young woman leaning on the wall talking with an older man. She was a tall blonde with a medium build. Her short shorts showed off a nice summer tan. Her legs were long and muscular. Pair Nike sandals were on her feet. Keegan could see that she did not have nail polish on her toes. Keegan liked that fact. Not that she was an expert or that she was a firm believer, but most lesbians did not wear toe nail polish.
The blonde smiled and laughed with the older man. She was attractive. Not skinny tall super model skinny, but healthy looking and sure of herself. Keegan felt the twinge of desire sweep through her loins. No more straight girls or closet cases, Keegan thought to herself. The relationship she had with Sandy has taught her that lesson. The last thing Keegan wanted to do was start chasing after some girl that would have baggage.
Her senior year of high school, she and Sandy's three-year relationship ended. Keegan was tired of hiding and putting up with Sandy's crap. Thanksgiving break changed her life. At a party, Keegan watched a guy grope Sandy's breast and press up against her with a hard on. She had enough.
"You got to stop this. You're driving me crazy." Keegan told her as she pulled Sandy away from the guy.
"Keegan, chill out."
"I won't. I am tired of this." Keegan kissed Sandy on the lips in front of all their friends and classmates. Sandy pushed her away and franticly looked around. "I love you."
"Bitch!" Sandy gripped her by the hand and led her outside the party. "What do you think you are doing? We had a good thing. You have just ruined it. Why? Why Keegan? In front of everyone?"
"I love you." Keegan pleaded with her girlfriend. "What is so wrong with that? What are you just fucking around with me until Mr. Right comes along?"
"I'm sure as shit not waiting for Ms. Right!" Sandy got in the car and sat there for a moment. Keegan got in the passenger's side. "You ruined everything." Sandy said as she started the car. They drove for a bit. They were fighting. They were always fighting.
Keegan replayed the scene in her head. There was snow on the ground. A snowstorm came out of nowhere. Sandy drove fast and erratic. Crossing the centerline into oncoming traffic, she quickly corrected and pulled the car too fast on the wet snow cover road. She lost control of the car as it slid across the pavement and into a guardrail.
Keegan had been told that the car flipped more than once, when she woke in the hospital three days later. She had a concussion and a compound break in her upper right leg. The broken bone had come through the skin and surgery had been done to repair it. She had metal screws and pins sticking in and out of her thigh. Six stitches had been needed to close the cut on her forehead. A week after the accident, all of her athletic scholarship chances had been suspended except for one. The athletic directors wanted to see if she would recover from her injuries. Weston was the only school that left the scholarship on the table for her.
"Ready!" The shout repeated. The women lined up on the goal line. The whistle blared. As she crossed the opposite line, she glanced around at the other athletes trying out. Most of them were gasping for air in the hot July morning. Faces were flush and beads of sweat shining in the morning sun. At the other end of the line was the girl from the lobby, she was tired but she seemed to be in great shape. Her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail. She was sweating but she did not breathe as hard as the rest of the group. Keegan was shorter and fast. The months of rehab did give her an advantage, she was in great shape. She ran with ease and kept pace for the most part. At times, the burst of speed would kick in and she would reach the ball first.
Keegan's thoughts turned back to the registration process. The tall blonde was there. "Name." The girl at the desk called as she and Bill stood in line. Keegan stepped up.
"Keegan Garry." She cringed at the sound of her own name. She hated her name. Bill smirked and knew this fact bothered her. Her name was Gaelic. Her grandmother had named her, little fiery one. The translation of her name was true resemblance of her personality. Since she had been little, she had always caused a ruckus. The first week of kindergarten her mother was called into the office. She was almost expelled for her behavior. In the fifth grade, she was the only girl on the boy's soccer team. Her teammates teased and taunted her because she was female. One day after being teased most of practice, she let the soccer ball fly into Steven Clark's nuts the day he called her a bitch. She showed great potential and was quickly asked to play on the traveling girl's team. After that she was on AAU teams. As the seasons passed on she was recruited to play on all of the prestigious teams.
Bill always said that she could have been named after him. She did not think she could pass for a Bill. She was only five foot four, but she stood taller especially on the field. Her hair which had been just past shoulder's length was now in a spiky cropped cut that let her blue eyes shine.
The months of rehab made her body lean and tone She notice that as she lifted weights, her arms became firm and muscular. Although she was close to a hundred and forty pounds, most of the weight was from the muscles. She could tell in the difference in the way that her clothes fit her. She looked like a little boy with her baggy shirts and pants. She hadn't been wearing baggy clothes lately. She chose a wardrobe of tank tops and crop shirts with hip hugger shorts. She like her breasts to be a little bigger but they had lost a little size in them from lifting. When she put on her old soccer shorts they practically fell off her. Bill said she looked like him from behind with the baggy butt. She and her Mom, Sarah went shopping for smaller sizes before she left for camp.
Leaning on the desk, Keegan scanned the tall blonde again. She spotted her at the side counter filling out paperwork. The blond caught her looking and said hi. Keegan just nodded hello. She looked at Bill. He looked over his shoulder and looked at the spot where the girl was. He shook his head at his daughter.
After the accident Keegan had told her parents she was gay. She told the truth about the relationship she had with Sandy. Bill had known. Sarah on the other hand was upset and did not understand. She questioned Keegan about Michael MacDouglas. Keegan and Michael had been dating on and off since grade school. She and Michael found it more comfortable to be friends and not question why they never took the relationship farther than holding hands in the hallway. Keegan knew he was gay. Michael would have to choose his own path. Michael backed away from her after the accident. He did not want to have his own sexuality questioned.
"Okay, here is the schedule. You are in room 414. Your roommate has already checked in. " The girl gave Keegan a strange look. " The university will provide a continental breakfast and lunch. You are responsible for dinner. Practice starts at 7:00 am sharp. Lunch is during the first break. Depending on the mood, you should be out of practice anywhere from three to five. Questions?" The woman sounded as if she was irritated of repeating herself all afternoon. Keegan shook her head no. "Quiet one. Here is your key. Good Luck" She pointed to the dorm across the quad. "Next." The girl called out.
Keegan and Bill took the forms and outside on the paved area. Keegan shuffled through the paperwork the girl handed to her. There were team rules and the schedule of practices, scrimmages and games. Practices were five days a week. Bill took a seat on a shaded bench.
"That girl was cute." Bill teased her.
"Dad, I am here for an education. That is the main thing. Soccer is second. My love life is not a subject I want to discuss at this moment." Bill gestured for Keegan to sit next to him. She looked like her father. His hair had turned a darker brown with specks of gray here and there. Keegan was more of the lighter, dirty blond that used to be a towhead when she was little. She colored or lightened it depending on her mood. She came home with fire engine red and Bill made her change it immediately. They shared the same blue eyes and slight nose. He messed up her short-cropped hair with his hand. He knew she hated when he did it. Her head had been shaved in the hospital to close the cut on her temple. A scar from six stitches could be seen if she pulled her hair back. Keegan thought about growing it out but she loved having short hair. It was easier to have low maintenance hair. The style it was easy to care for. With the summer heat, she noticed appreciated the style more.
"Don't push yourself." Bill told her as they sat together in the shade. "I know you will, but its my job a parent to tell you that. I don't want to see you hurt. You have made such progress." Keegan thought about what she had gone through to get to this point. She was in rehab everyday. Her body screamed with the pain and the healing process. Each day she would go to therapy. She remember what an accomplishment it had been to peddle the fitness bike all the way around. She had started with swinging her foot in small motions. She advanced to half moons. With hard work, she finally was able to peddle the bike all the way around on her own. Her focus had been on getting back to playing. Those scouts that treated her like gold. Taking her on trips to campuses. Setting the family up in Executive suites and lavish dinners to persuade her to play for their school. They were not there during the difficult times. Curtis visited her in the hospital. She could tell he was stressed out but he affirmed his decision.
"I want to play. I've done everything to get here. To get back on the field and prove I can do this. I owe it to myself. To Curtis, he went out on a limb for me. "
"You don't have to play. You can just go to school." Bill leaned on his bare knees. "Kee, I just want to make sure your okay."
"Dad, I am okay. I have the clearance. It's been eight months since the surgery. I want to try. This is my goal. If I don't, I would always question what could have been." Keegan stood up in frustration. "Things happen for a reason. You and Mom always say that. The wreck happened for a reason. Playing will be good for me."
"Eight months is not a long time. Maybe you should sit out a year."
"Listen here Bill," Keegan put her foot on the bench. She made sure that it was the leg with her scar. The scar was a consent reminder of the surgery and the accident. There were ugly red blotchy, bumpy lines that ran from the middle of her thigh and disappeared under her short line. "This topic has been discussed and as a family, we have decided that it is going to happen." Sarah, Keegan and her two sisters, Megan and Ashley had outvoted Bill. Bill flung his hands up in defense.
"Damn women." He muttered under his breath as he got to his feet.
From the twenty-yard line, Keegan had a shot on goal that sizzled into the back of the net. "That's the only one you're getting Vanilla!" Tara, the goalkeeper yelled at Keegan. The phrase summed up how Keegan met her roommate, Tara Washington. She and Bill had gone to the car to get her bags. Making there way up the stairs to the forth floor of the dorm, they could hear loud rap music playing. The closer they got to the forth floor the louder the music got.
"I have a bad feeling." Keegan said as she open the door from the stair well to the common room. As they approached room, 414 the music was blaring from behind the door. Keegan rolled her eyes towards her father as she open the door with her key.
"What ya want?" A tall black girl with braids yelled at her as she walked into the room. "Who are you?"
"Hi. I'm Keegan. I'm your roommate."
"You're my nothin' Vanilla." She jerked her head back into a defensive position. Keegan smelled smoke. Although the girl wasn't smoking it was apparent that she had been. The girl looked at Bill "What's up?" She spoke to Bill.
"Honey, let's get you settled and grab something to eat. I want to get back by nine." Bill looked over at his daughter's roommate. "Your welcome to join us for dinner. Ahhh?"
"Tara. Got plans." The girl went back to bouncing to the baseline of the latest Trick Daddy CD.
Keegan started to unpack her clothes. She opened the dresser drawers and saw that her roommate had placed clothes in both dressers. Keegan scooped them up and set them on top of the dresser that was her roommates. Bill helped finish unpacking as Keegan made her bed. She was settled in within a half-hour. She took out a couple of photos and placed them on the dresser. One was of the family. The other was taken at the Homecoming dance with Sandy in the Queen's crown and Michael and Keegan's arms wrapped around her.
"That's interesting." Bill made the comment as he looked at the photo of Keegan's homecoming.
"Ready?" Keegan asked him. She was ready to get out of the room.
"Nice to meet you." Bill said Tara as he exited behind his daughter. Neither Bill nor Keegan said anything until the elevator door shut.
"She is going to shank me in my sleep." Keegan leaned her head on the elevator door. "Dad, she was smoking. There is no way I will survive a week."
"Maybe you should talk to Curtis?" Bill suggested as the elevator stopped. The elevator dinged as the door's opened on the second floor. The blonde from the lobby walked on with the older man, another female co-ed and a couple. Keegan moved closer to Bill and away from the fair-haired girl. She said hello again. Keegan nodded a greeting to her again. The other girl turned and looked Keegan up and down. She turned around and ignored her. They got off at the main level. Bill held the door open for everyone.
"Thank you." The blonde and the couple replied.
"Sure. Do you folks know where there is a decent restaurant in the area?" Bill got the directions to a near by place.
"Smooth Dad." Keegan could still feel the redness in her cheeks. "Smooth."
When Gwen got back from dinner, Tara was still playing her hard core rap music. The room was filled with smoke. Feeling her frustration building, Keegan went outside. Bill had gone home and she did not know what to do. She sat in the quad and called Sarah and let her know what was going on. Keegan knew she was on the verge of tears as she spoke with her mother. She tried to remain positive thinking about how far she had come. Tara Washington and she were going to have it out before the end of week.
She needed to settle down. The quad was a quiet place where she could think. Not many students were on campus. Mainly athletes for the up coming fall season. Keegan sat on the grass with her back pressed against a large maple tree. She watched the coming and goings of students and parents. She saw the blonde from the lobby walking back to the dorm with the girl from the elevator. They seemed to be engaged in a heated conversation. The blonde stopped to get in the other girl's face. The older girl put her hands in the air as if to surrender. She began to back away. The blonde pointed and gestured for her to leave as she entered the dorm. The other girl went back the way she had come from. Keegan watched as the blonde waited a moment before she stepped back outside the dorm. The blonde hid behind the side of the entranceway and leaned against the dorm wall. Keegan watched her. She seemed upset as her hand was against her eyes hiding them. Her body hunched forward. Fighting off the temptation to go see if she was all right, Keegan continued to watch her.
In a couple of minutes, Keegan gathered her courage to walk back to the dorm. She was sure if it was to confront Tara or to see if the blonde was all right. Keegan got closer to the entrance and she noticed the blonde wiping at her eyes.
"Hey are you okay?" Keegan surprised herself by speaking with the blonde. The girl gave a short laugh and nodded to Keegan. "Are you sure?"
"I am okay. Thanks for asking." The blonde seemed to pull herself together. They walked into the dorm together. Keegan looked back at the blonde with the blue eyes.
"Are you sure you are okay?"
"Yeah, I was having a moment. If you get bored there is a group of us on the second floor. We are not quite as loud as the fourth floor." They walked into the dorm and up the first flight of stairs together. The blonde opened the door to the second floor. Keegan continued to the forth floor.
She walked into the room. Tara was on the bed her legs stretched out. Keegan walked up to the boom box and turned it off. Keegan turned and waited for the tall black girl to confront her.
"What the hell Vanilla!" Tara screamed out as she got to her feet. Keegan stood her ground.
"You need to use headphones." Keegan's tone was calm. "Can we find a common ground?"
"The only common ground we have " Tara gestured with her fingers between Keegan and herself. "Is the ground I am gonna bury you in." Tara flipped the CD player back out. The loud noise was deafening. Keegan flicked it off. "Vanilla you are getting on my last nerve. Be a good white girl and find something else to do."
"Fuck you." Keegan challenged her. Tara took a couple of steps towards the smaller girl. "You need to mellow out. This is an opportunity for you. And you're blowing it. You must miss home because your gonna be there tomorrow if you keep this shit up."
"Fuck you Vanilla you better hope you got game." Tara flipped the CD player back on. Keegan turned it down. Tara looked back at her. She did not protest the volume as she went and sat on her bed. Keegan grabbed her clothes and headed to the shower. She wasn't sure what had just happened but she would never say that Tara backed down. Keegan went into the bathroom. Each of the room had its own shower. Tara's crap was spread across the small space. Keegan took a shower and headed to bed. As she slipped between the covers she heard.
"Your gonna have long day tomorrow, Vanilla." Tara hissed. Turning her back to the wall, Keegan spent most of night trying to stay awake.
Keegan had a shot on goal from the corner of the box. The ball zoomed past Tara for Keegan's second goal. Tara had taken a beating in the goal most of the morning. She may have been tall, she was not quick and her intuition had been off. She showed her frustration showed as Keegan scored a second goal.
"Vanilla! You suck." Tara yelled as she kicked the ball at Keegan's head. Keegan dodged the ball that had been kicked at her. Ignoring the remark, she had been called "vanilla" more in the last twelve hours than she had been her entire life. She noticed the coaches did not care for the nickname. Tara was pulled from the goal and made to do stairs in the stadium.
"Are you okay?" The blonde appeared at her side. Keegan glanced up at her concern looking face.
"I've been called worse." Keegan shrugged her shoulders.
"Me too." The woman jogged off to her next drill.
The blonde conveyed a presence about her. She was attractive, but she had a certainty about her. Keegan tried to remember her name. It was something simple but not that common. The whistle sounded again.
"Get a good nights sleep ladies, you will need it tomorrow!" The assistant coach had gathered the group into a circle at the end of practice. "Tomorrow we will split the squads for scrimmages."
Keegan went to her bag and started to throw her things inside. Her socks were saturated with sweat. She looked up and saw Tara staring at her. She was not feeling comfortable. She had scored on Tara and the senior goalkeeper a couple of times today. She was just waiting to see what would happen back at the dorm.
"Garry!" The coach called over to Keegan. Being separated from the group was a rare occasion especially for an incoming freshman. Keegan ran over to the dark haired full moustache coach. "Pack your stuff. We are moving you out of your room." He nodded his head towards the tall blonde. "Lerner!" He waved over the tall blonde. "Garry's moving her stuff to your dorm room. Keegan if there is any other issues in the future, you let me know. How's the leg holding up?"
Keegan pulled her short back and heard the blonde gasp. She looked at her oddly "It looks worse than it feels. It's good, a little tight. We will see how it holds up under full contact."
"Good let me know if you need a break."
"I do not need another break." Keegan flashed him a smile. "What room?" She turned and addressed the tall blonde.
"Two-forty four. It's on the end by the stairs." She was still looking at Keegan's leg. When she realized she was staring, she turned red. "I can help you."
"Cool. I would appreciate it." Keegan looked towards Tara. She was still running stairs. "I'd like to do this now if possible." The blonde looked towards the goalie and nodded.
Both women gathered their duffel bags, changed into sandals and started to walk back towards the dorm. The campus was rich with trees and shrubs a light breeze cooled the afternoon heat. The athletic complex had been redone three years ago. Its distinct lustrous design was the envy of every school on the conference. Keegan could feel her leg throbbing and knew she over did it. She tried to keep up with the taller girl's gait. Keegan felt herself slowly falling behind the blonde. She realized that she was staring at the girls' ass and long legs. She kicked herself in gear and caught up with her.
"I'm really sorry about this but."
"Oh don't even think about it that other girl was a freak. One day away from home and she was gone."
"No..I" Keegan started to explain.
"Are you friends with her? I am really sorry about the freak comment."
"Stop." Keegan had to yell at the girl. They stopped walking and stood looking at one another. "I can't remember your name. I know it's common. I have a bad memory." Keegan looked down at her foot embarrassed that she had to ask the woman's name again.
"Gwen. Gwen Lerner." The blonde flipped her bag farther up on her shoulder and stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you. You're Keegan Garry." The blonde knew her name. Keegan nodded shocked by the knowledge. "I heard you got the roommate from hell."
"I thought she was from Detroit? Thanks you for taking me in." Keegan thought about the last night and today. "Let's just say I haven't gotten muuch sleep" Keegan said as she continued in step with Gwen. Keegan tried to lighten the mood with a smart-ass comment. The blonde smiled.
"Oh you are going to be a handful." The blonde stood up and gave Keegan a half smile. "I saw you play in the regions verse Lancing."
"We lost." Keegan thought back to her last game. "That was a long time ago."
"You had a great goal." The blonde fixed her ponytail. Keegan could not help but notice her shapely breasts as her shirt tighten across her chest. "Curtis and group from Weston were there."
"Really, I didn't know Weston was there." Keegan remember the goal she scored. She recalled other schools recruiters were at the game. She remembered Sandy being upset about not getting played until the last minute of the game. "Wow." Keegan was embarrassed she did not even know Weston was at the game. Curtis had never said anything to her. She became preoccupied with the thoughts of snubbing Curtis at the game. She had been so concern about the bigger schools. "Thanks." She was humbled by Gwen's comment.
Gwen held open the door for Keegan to enter. They walked up to the forth floor where Keegan's room was. Gwen grabbed the suitcase out of the closet. Keegan bumped into her as she reached for the clothes that where hanging up. They started to laugh. "I'll get this stuff. You get the clothes that are in the drawers." Gwen said as she set the suitcase on the bed. Keegan began to pull her clothes from the bureau. She was thankful that she was packing her underwear. Most of her clothes were still folded and set neatly in the drawers.
Within twenty minutes, they had packed her things and were lugging the bags and suitcase down two flights of stairs. Gwen took her key out and opened the room door. Gwen's side of the room looked youthful and energetic there was a colorful spread on the bed. Pictures of her family and previous teams were on the dresser. She had curtains and a rug that matched the spread. The other side was empty and drab. Keegan did not feel like pulling out her sheets and making her bed. She was so tired. She did not want to unpack. Her leg hurt, she was hungry, tired and wanted a shower.
"Do you want to shower first?" Gwen asked. Keegan was so relieved to not have to share the shower with Tara. The girl was in the bathroom forever leaving a mess each time.
"No go ahead. I'm the one invading you." Keegan said as she sat on the mattress. Gwen stripped off her shirt and shorts. "Hey.." Keegan went into questioning what Gwen was doing.
"Does this bother you?" Gwen stood up and looked towards Keegan. Her body was great. She had a flat stomach, breasts that where a little bigger than Keegan. Her sports bra did not leave much to the imagination. She had on high cut bikini panties that revealed her well-shaped ass.
"I just .." Keegan began to say something. "No, it doesn't bother me." Keegan answered honestly. The fact was watching Gwen strip out of her clothes was very appealing to her. "I think that I am still going through the Tara trauma." Keegan turned her attention away from her new roommate and back to her task of unpacking.
As soon as Gwen shut the bathroom door behind her, Keegan collapsed on the mattress. It was going to be a long week, Keegan thought of the sight of Gwen Lerner in her bra and underwear.
The evolution of this story has been years in the making. The basis of this story was written in the team room in college. It was my attempt to reconcile a break up with my first girlfriend. I hope you enjoy. Please mail to kato5568@aol.com if you have comments or suggestions. Thanks Kate