51 3.8- A Sponsorship and A Tinge of Jealousy...and A Poem

There are no cliches about school life except for books, studying, dreadful homework as well as monstrous teachers. So I want to jump straight to the juicy parts that might interest some readers.

Wednesday, 10th May 1995.

Time: 3:15 pm

The bell rang indicating the end of the regular school hours. Once again Shiro looked and re-confirmed that he had a futsal practice for an hour from 3:30 pm to 4:30 pm at the school's grounds. There was a marked calendar underneath his desk that shows a big red "X" on the coming Saturday and the word "Match" in red was across it.

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It takes a no brainer to understand its a futsal match with some neighbouring schools that would be held on that Saturday so practice, practice and practice makes everything perfect.

I took out my phone and sent an SMS to Akira that I had futsal practice later and asked if she wanted to tag along with me. She replied that she'd wait for me at the grandstand once I've completed the session.

I went straight off to the school's sports complex towards the futsal grounds and located my locker and retrieved the futsal gear. I changed and ran around the arena to warm up while other players did other warm-up exercises as well. We juggled with the balls afterwards and made some passes one on one or practise headings with it with 2 other players.

It's a 5 on 5 training session and we all took our positions and mine was a defensive attacker where I would fall back to defend and at the same time moved into attacking position whenever I see the advantage.

The coach blew his whistle and we kicked off. I saw Akira was sitting right at the goalie's enclosure position lifting her head once in a while from her paperback and waving at me. I waved back and tried not to get too distracted as waving one's hand during a futsal session is as if asking for the ball instead.

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Then there was this girl, a leggy, slender and quite an eye-boggling and lips smacking set of breasts with a 28B cup that seemed wanting to burst from the right school uniform she was wearing. Everyone can see the buttons on her blouse that was straining under her ample breasts that were supported by her half-cup black coloured lacy bra underneath it.

As the girl sauntered near to the sidelines, she exudes a kind of exuberance that whenever a player was near her, he cannot help but leaned against the sideline to either ask for her name or asking if she was waiting for someone in the futsal arena.

All she did was nothing except with her intent gaze, it seemed to fall on the jersey of a No.7 and that happens to me. However, I was unable to avoid stealing glances at the buxom school girl at the sidelines, but under the watchful eyes of Akira and if she happens to raise her eyes from the paperback novel, she would see a big grey wolf salivating and staring at a sheep instead.

Whenever someone passed the ball to me and I moved up to attack and score a goal, the girl at the sidelines seems to make a pumping motion with her fist as if encouraging me to make a strike and ends the ball at the back of the net. When I successfully scored a deflected goal against the bar and the ball swivelled and crossed the goal line, she whooped and twirled around with one arm in the air victoriously.

Who is this girl you might ask...She is none other than the President of the Sports Committee and she paid the most attention to the sports that she and her family likes most; soccer or futsal. It takes balls to play with a ball on your feet as you dribble, flicked, deftly manoeuvred and juggled the ball forward before letting go a massive volley towards goal.

Yup...witnessing the kind of adrenaline rush surely would make a girl wet...*Ahem* wet sweaty palms...

After the session, the score was a close 2-1 and my side won during that 30 minutes struggle. We warmed down before we headed to the changing room. As I was about to leave the futsal area, the President of the Sports Committee walked over and extended her hand to me.

"Hi, my name is Ayumi, the President of the Sports Committee and I had watched you play and wanted to say that you have great potential. If you'd like we can meet after school on Friday and there's going to be a talk on the school's sporting sponsorship that would be beneficial to you in the long run."

I took her hand in a handshake and I can't help to find her hands to be so soft and subtle and after looking at her breasts against her right blouse...*Ahem* face...and nodded in apprehension as my eyes slipped towards her breasts that seemed to say, "Look at me! Look at me! Come and rub your face in me! Wheee.....!"

"Thank you President-sama. I will consider it and give you the answers after school on Friday. Your office is at the General Office, I presume...President-sama? Oh by the way...does it cover academic sponsorship as well? I'd look forward to it if it does, though."

I released her handshake and I wished I had not left a wet sweaty palm on hers. The other guys in my team looked with a kind of envy look in their eyes as both Ayumi and I were discussing the general terms of the sporting sponsorship.

Soon after we bowed slightly as she took her to leave and I grabbed my towel and headed to the changing area.

"That was the President of the Sports Committee. What does she want from you and does it relate to sports or school or something else that I need to be accounted for?"

Fuyoo...!!! This girl used BIG words the moment I stepped out of the changing room and stood there with her hands on her hips with a slightly cocked angle. She slowly tapped the floor with one of her feet while waiting for me to answer her probing questions...

I never saw her side of this before (its the second day, dude) and I answered casually that it was nothing, just that the President of the Sports Committee wanted to discuss on sporting sponsorship with me on Friday after school, just before the match on Saturday.

Akira pouted her lips in a suspicious manner,and I suddenly held my hand and 'pinched' her lips into a puckering fashion and I sounded in my most annoying fashion, "Piiiioooooooottttt...." like a trumpet

Akira stood there with her arms across her breasts as I did the comical act on her lips. Sigh...is this real acts of affection or simply puppy love when suddenly a song came into my mind:

"And they call it puppy love,

Oh I guess they'll never know

How a young heart

How it really feels

And why I love her so...

And they called it puppy love

Just because we're seventeen

Tell them all

Oh please tell them it isn't fair

To take away my only dream..."