Short Story: Top Scorer!
Viraj Sharma and Nipunika Khanna had just started their new jobs in Gurgaon, a bustling city that neither called home but both were eager to explore. Viraj came from Lucknow, while Nipunika was from Delhi. As the evening approached, Viraj busied himself in his apartment, making sure everything was perfect. The living room was tidy, the snacks were ready, and the large TV was primed for the big match. He glanced at the clock, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for Nipunika, and he had a feeling the sentiment was mutual.
She arrived, her presence instantly lighting up the room. She was dressed casually, yet she looked effortlessly stunning. Viraj welcomed her with a warm smile, feeling a familiar thrill at seeing her in person again.
“Hey, Nipunika! Come on in. You look great,” Viraj said, his voice betraying his excitement.
“Thanks, Viraj! Your place looks awesome,” Nipunika replied, her eyes taking in the cozy yet stylish setup.
They settled on the couch. As the match started, they found themselves caught up in the excitement of the game, cheering and groaning with every play. Yet, amidst the football frenzy, their conversations flowed seamlessly.
15 minutes into the game he brought out more snacks, and they chatted about their day, their jobs, and their experiences in Gurgaon so far. Nipunika’s laughter was infectious, and Viraj found himself more captivated by her with every passing minute.
“You know, I’m really glad we decided to do this,” Nipunika said, her eyes meeting Viraj’s.
“Me too,” Viraj replied, his smile widening. “It’s been a great evening.”
As the game continued, they sat closer, the casual touches and shared excitement creating an electric atmosphere.By the next half an hour they lingered on the couch.
Viraj looked at Nipunika, feeling a sense of contentment. “So, same time next week for the next match?”
Nipunika smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
As halftime began, Viraj and Nipunika turned their attention away from the game and onto each other.
“Did you catch that incredible goal by Mbappe last night?” Viraj asked, handing her a plate of snacks.
“Oh, absolutely! That guy is on fire,” Nipunika replied, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Though I have to say, I think Italy has the best shot at winning the whole thing this year.”
Viraj raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “Italy? Really? You’re just saying that because you have a thing for Chiellini.”
She laughed, a melodious sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Maybe. But you can’t deny their defense is solid. Besides, I heard you have a soft spot for Ronaldo. Is that why you’re rooting for Portugal?”
“Hey, Ronaldo’s a legend,” Viraj retorted, leaning in closer. “But let’s be honest, you’re just using Chiellini as an excuse to talk about those dreamy Italian eyes.”
“Dreamy Italian eyes, huh?” Nipunika leaned in as well, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “What about those dimples of yours, Viraj? Are they your secret weapon to distract me from the game?”
Viraj felt the heat between them rising. “Maybe. Are they working?”
Nipunika’s eyes flickered to his lips, and the air between them grew thick with tension. “You tell me.”
Viraj’s gaze traveled from her eyes to her lips, lingering there. “Well, let’s just say I haven’t seen you this distracted all evening.”
Nipunika’s lips curled into a smile. “Maybe I’ve been distracted for a while now, just waiting for you to notice.”
Viraj moved a fraction closer, their knees touching. “Noticed what?”
“That maybe I’m enjoying this more than I expected,” Nipunika said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Viraj’s heart raced. He could feel the electric tension in the air, as if the room had suddenly shrunk around them. “Funny, because I am too.”
With that, he closed the gap, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both gentle and intense. Nipunika responded instantly, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as she deepened the kiss. The taste of her, the softness of her lips, sent a wave of heat coursing through him.
They lingered close, the tension between them now mixed with a newfound tenderness. “So, about the Euros,” Viraj said, trying to steer the conversation back but failing to hide the smile on his face.
Nipunika chuckled. “Right, the Euros. I still think Italy has a better chance than Portugal.”
Viraj shook his head, laughing. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope,” she replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “But maybe I’ll let you convince me otherwise.”
“Challenge accepted,” Viraj said, leaning in for another kiss.
As they settled back into their seats, the second half of the game starting on the screen, the energy between them had shifted. The banter continued, but now it was laced with a newfound intimacy, their shared passion for football serving as the perfect backdrop for what was clearly the start of something.
As halftime ended and the game resumed, they. found themselves sitting closer together on the couch. The excitement of the match played out on the screen, but their attention kept drifting back to each other.
“Look at that pass!” Nipunika exclaimed, her eyes flicking between the TV and Viraj. “Italy’s midfielder is on fire tonight.”
Viraj nodded, but his focus was more on her than the game. “Yeah, they’re playing well. But Portugal still has a chance.”
They continued to watch, their bodies inching closer with each passing minute. Eventually, Viraj slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently against him. She leaned into his embrace, her head resting on his chest as she sighed contentedly.
As the game progressed, Viraj’s hand began to travel slowly down Nipunika’s arm and then to her thigh. He felt her tense slightly before relaxing into his touch. Encouraged, he continued his gentle exploration, his fingers tracing small circles on her leg.
Nipunika turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. Viraj couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft at first, testing the waters. She responded eagerly, her hand finding its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as the game continued to play out in the background, forgotten for the moment.
His hand moved higher up her leg, his touch growing bolder. Her breath hitched, a small sound of approval escaping her lips as their kiss intensified. She shifted slightly, angling herself so she could press even closer to him.
They broke apart briefly, their foreheads resting against each other, breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.
“Sounds like they’re going for a goal,” she murmured.
“I think we’re about to score a goal of our own.”
Without another word, they came together again, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and filled with unspoken promises. The game continued in the background, but for them, the real excitement was right there on the couch, in each other’s arms.
“Let’s see if you can break through my defense,” she whispered, her breath felt warm against his skin in the cold atmosphere and the next second he felt her lips press down onto the skin above his collarbones.”With moves like these, I’ll definitely get past your defenders,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
“You’re in the penalty box now,” she teased, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Viraj grinned, his kisses trailing down her collarbone. “Then I better make this shot count.”
His hand went to rest on her stomach, playing with the hem of her shirt,
“Why did it take us so long to do this?” She giggles and shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know, but let’s not waste anymore time.” He chuckles as she pulls him back down for another kiss. His hand moves to trace up her body. She shivers when his finger comes in contact with her bare skin.
She smiles slowly, stripping out of her clothes. He catches on, smirking at her. picking her up off the couch and moving quickly to his bedroom. She giggles as he holds her up by the back of her thigh and her arms are pooped around her neck. She laughs even harder when he stubs his town on the side of his bed and almost falls, but luckily, they somehow land on the bed.
“Stop laughing at me! This is supposed to be romantic.” He tries to sound upset, but fails when his dimples finally show and his laugh rings through the air with hers. But her laugh stops when he quickly pulls her shorts down and kisses her clothed center. She gasps and arches her back a little, eager for more.
He cut her off, smashing his lips into hers. The kiss was hungry, strong, eager, but not so desperate that he was rushing things. He took his time, appreciating the way her soft lips felt against his own, taking one between the two of his and sucking on it hard to try and get a reaction. Feeling her breathing getting heavier out of her nose, he knew she was responding how he had hoped.
The hand on her back traveled around then and found her breast, grabbing at it firm but gentle. She let out a small gasp, and he took advantage of the opportunity to let his tongue enter mouth.
He pulls her underwear down slowly, trailing kisses up her thigh as he discards her underwear behind him. She gasps again when he finally kisses where she needs him. Her hand flies to his hair and she pulls harshly with every movement of his tongue, making him groan against her When he slips his middle finger in her she pulls him up, reconnecting their lips as she tugs at his pants. He starts to nip at her neck before leaving purple marks all over her smooth skin. He moans into her neck when she wraps her hand around him, his fingers curling in her at the same time and repeatedly hitting the spot inside her that has her a mess under him
He grunts out, his thumb rubbing her clit and making her legs shake.
In response he connects their lips, getting rid of his shirt and kicking of his pants the rest of the way
She arches her back when his hands move to unclasp her bra, the final piece of clothing that stands between them. He flips them so he’s on his back with her on top of him straddling his waist. She rolled her hips biting her lips, hissing as she felt him rub against her clit raising. her hips as he lined himself up against her pussy. She pushed down sitting flush on his waist with hm inside her
Her body was overheating.
Completely and totally on fire as her hips rocked against his, her nails digging into the thickest part of his chest, his fingers bruising the outsides of her thighs with their tight grip.
“Just like that,” he murmured, his eyes roaming from her face, her breasts, her core, and back again.
Messy hair splayed out on his pillow, his face a mix of awe and overwhelm. She couldn’t help but moan, his length reaching so deep her back arched to feel him fully. “Fuck… fuck.” His eyes rolled back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before his gaze snapped back to her face, as if he couldn’t allow himself to miss anything.
She rolled her hips on him, moaning at the complete fullness of him. He filled her from the inside out, in more ways than she thought possible
His hands traced a path up to her hips, squeezing there, encouraging her to keep moving. They roamed as she rode him, up to her waist, squeeze, her chest, squeeze, her hips again, squeeze, her ribs, squeeze, trailing up and up, until finally landing on either side of her neck, squeeze.
Chills ran across her skin immediately, her body subconsciously tightening around him as the heat of his hands seeped into the tender skin of her throat.
“That’s it,” he breathed, watching her face intently, his mouth falling open in unison with her as a moan escaped her
He squeezed gently, precariously, eyes alight with fire and need. His thumbs rested just under the curve of her jaw, his hips flexing beneath her , begging to get closer, deeper, more more more.
She wasn’t sure if he pulled her closer or if she moved on her own, but her face suddenly hovered above his, noses brushing as he held her throat in a perfect grip, just enough for the most delicious waves of pleasure to coast down her spine.
“So fucking beautiful.” His compliment was mixed with his grunts, his thrusts from beneath her taking over as her body floated to the space in between, hanging in the balance, waiting to topple over the edge of her orgasm. “Come on,” he groaned through his teeth and his fingers tightened, “give it to me.”
And then she exploded, stars blasting behind her eyes when she ripped her gaze from his, her moans catching in her throat. He pulled her in just to get his mouth to hers , her body convulsing against him as her hips took over on their own accord, riding out the tremors coursing through her blood. She gasped fully against his waiting mouth as his grip on her throat let up, wave after wave of pleasure taking over completely.
He was all grunts and hushed encouragement – there you go, that’s it, don’t stop, so good – his voice equivalent to dripping honey. It egged her on, heightened her pleasure, stoked her arousal, a high she couldn’t quite explain but never tire of.
He rode that high out with her, until she was smothering him, chest to chest, body limp and heavy, his mouth pulling lush kisses from her swollen lips.
Her back hit the crumpled sheets in one swift motion, warm skin followed by slow thrusts pressing her into the mattress.
His nose nuzzled her briefly before her lips connected with his once more, and then bit gently into that plush bottom lip. His hips stuttered into hers, the softest groan coating her mouth.
“Oh… my god,” he breathed, almost to himself.
She reached up to thread her fingers through the fallen hair across his forehead, gripping the thick strands tightly at the root, before raking her fingers through over again. His body shuddered, his breathing matching the tempo of his thrusts.
She moaned and whimpered. against his lips.
His body responded as if he had no choice, his hips picking up pace momentarily before his brain even registered it, as if he had no control at all. But he slowed instead – deep, digging thrusts that kept her skin buzzing and her stomach coiling as he dipped to suck a nipple into his warm mouth.
She tugged his hair harder, receiving a harder thrust in return. His hands found her throat once more, this time holding onto her so that he wouldn’t float away. Such a contrast to the way he held it moments ago. He wanted her to soar, but now he needed to stay grounded to her.
She pulled her knees higher up his sides, as if opening herself for him even more. How much more open could she be for him? Yet his body at least seemed to sink into her more, whether in actuality or imagined, he somehow felt deeper.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching her hips to his even more.
He groaned fully, frustration or ecstasy pouring from him, until his pleasure took over.
A final “fuck…” fell from his mouth as two thrusts had him coming, his hips stilling tightly against hers as his orgasm ripped through him and her fingers tightened in his hair yet again.
His face tucked into her neck immediately, panting breaths coating her skin as her chests heaved wildly against one another. His body melted into hers as she stroked her fingers down his back, nails scratching on their way back up. He shivered from the chills it caused, lips pressing against her neck, jaw, cheek, until she turned her head and met his waiting mouth.
A satisfied moan followed his kiss, and a calmness washed over her as his hands caressed her body once more.
In the aftermath, as they lay entangled on the couch, the sounds of the football match slowly coming back into focus, she smiled up at Viraj. “That was quite the winning strategy.”
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Definitely scored a hat-trick tonight.”
Nipunika laughed softly, cuddling closer to him. “And the crowd goes wild.”
Viraj kissed the top of her head, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I think we just became the top scorers of the season.”
