Soccer Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

"Nice try, Taylor. But I've got one for you: Is your name G****e? Because you have everything I've been searching for." Taylor chuckled. "Touché, my friend. You've been practicing." Their lighthearted banter extended beyond the confines of the school walls. At a local mall, they found themselves in a competition to see who could come up with the cheesiest pickup lines to use on unsuspecting shoppers. D'Andre approached a group of friends with a confident smile. "Excuse me, ladies, I lost my phone number. Can I borrow yours?" Taylor wasn't one to back down from a challenge. He sidled up to a couple window shopping and struck up a conversation. "Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a connec

My laugh echoed, "Justin, Sarah is not going to fall for your star line." "Right. How about this then.." He raised his glass with a spin on his heel, "I go in there and occupy Sarah then you can do whatever you want. All you gotta do is give me a decent pick up line." The cool night breeze kept me sober. Pulling at my dress by its seam while I basked in the comfortable wicker chairs by the firepit. It was getting late. The bars crowd was dimming down leaving the most drunk in it's place. A silent competition of who can out last who all while I sipped on my glass of wine that I babied since hours ago.

"But, babe, Are you made up of Fluorine, Iodine and Neon? Because you are so FINe" "No! I'm made of Nitrogen and Oxygen, and that's a NO" Pick up lines? Really? I know every witty comebacks to them. "You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend" He threw again. "And you look exactly like the guy I turned down two seconds from now" I replied smugly. He laughed, I smiled. Two can play this game. "But I want to give myself to you" He said again. "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts." I responded.

That one always pumps me up’ ‘Wow really?’ ‘Yes, what else can I do? I get tired when I jog and the excitement dies.’ ‘Then you and I are really going to make a mean team. A girl that watches soccer and actually understands it will always be a big yes for me.’ ‘Oh! I see.’ I replied blushingly. ‘Alright let’s go have lunch. I am starving.’ ‘Okay let’s.’

“Your balls.” “Okay I got you, Nick, I’mma stay behave. I’m going to keep my hands to myself” He smiled in absolute defeat. By now, he should already know that he can’t somersault me with his dumb pick-up lines. I got my pick-up lines too, and it’s always on point.

"I come every once in a while to, how do I explain this, um, scope out a potential lover." I feel a kick in the front of my pants. I wasn't expecting her to be so blunt, and it's kind of a turn-on. She's right. She doesn't act like the other girls. "Really?" "Soccer players are full of drama, so either they need to be reminded of what great lovers they are after a loss or they want someone to reiterate what great gods they are after a win. Either way, I get some good sex. If it's a visiting team, I never have to see the person again. It works for me."

I tell him just to mess with him, but in my mind I already know that I'll be baking him the cookies once we're done in the pool. Savio shrugged. “I need it so I can give the ladies some sugar.” I snorted as I made my way over to Anna, Ellie and the twins. “You are absolutely impossible. Do those pick-up lines actually work?” “No,” Tristan said at the same time as Savio said, “Yes.” Tristan waived him off. "You should've gotten a lollipop or a downward arrow instead of a bull, it would've sent a clearer message." Tristan tells him, and I can see a smirk on hid face even though he's doing his best to hide it.

I walked into the bustling locker room, the sound of laughter and banter filling the air. It was my first training session with the college soccer team since I had become a freshman, and I could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins. As I approached my locker, I noticed a slender guy with spectacles standing nearby, a familiar face from the soccer trials. "Hey, Victor!" he called out, his voice carrying over the noise. "I can't wait to see you in action today. You were incredible during the trials!"

I never imagined him to ever look so captivating. “I also think you're beautiful,” he says, laughing. Damn, I got caught. I say goodbye to the girls who tell us to ''have fun''. This time, we take a bright red Ferrari to the party. Super bright red. “Soccer players sure like to show themselves,” I say, laughing. “Who wouldn't want a ‘Red’ in the garage?” he replies, throwing in a smirk for some extra sauciness. “Yeah, you're right,” I agree.

I didn't appreciate his attempts at small talk but figured if he was nice enough to drive me I should at least make an effort. "Okay," I said. "Cool," he said. I winced. Grownups should never say "cool". Ever. "How about soccer? You were quite the player the other day." I decided I stretched my good will about as far as I could. "I'm a little worried about Mom right now," I said. "If you don't mind." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "Sorry, Syd," he said. "Just trying to keep it light."