Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 9

He hated the tyke squads. He'd played soccer for about fifteen years now, either competitively or just for fun. He loved the game and he took it very seriously. So to go from the older crowds that threw elbows, slide tackled, checked against the boards, and offered him the rare chance of using his cards, to kids that didn't even know about off-sides was a little aggravating. He even tried to eject an eight year old for crying when his own attempt at an illegal trip caused him to stub his toe.

Add to that the fact that he wanted nothing more than to be at home with Laura, Chris found himself in one hell of a cranky mood.

After the third game, Simon caught up with him in midfield. Since Simon had started on time he was already done and changed out of his uniform.

"Hey, slacker," he said as he came over. He wore horn-rimmed glasses that looked like they were right out of "JFK". Chris couldn't imagine anyone else wearing them as well as Simon did. He also wore an easy going smile and carried a cup of coffee in his hand. Chris could barely recall a time when he'd seen Simon with any other expression or any other drink.

"You leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting President Bush at 3:30 then flying over to Ukraine to assassinate the guy that threw the election."

"Skip the Ukraine, go for Bush," Chris said, adjusting his watch and taking a swig from his water bottle. "Is it Ukraine or the Ukraine?"

"Fuck if I know," Simon shrugged. "I hear you tried to eject one of the tykes."

"It was an illegal trip," Chris said, as if it were obvious.

"Chris, he barely knows how to spell his name."

"Could you have spelled Berkoviatzchnic when you were eight years old?"

"Good point." Simon sipped his coffee. "How many more you got?"

"Uh, this is my last," Chris said, then motioned vaguely across the complex. "Though Joe asked me if I could cover for him on field nine."

"You gonna do it?"

Chris thought about Laura, waiting at home. "I don't think so."

"You sure?" Simon was peering over the other fields. "Looks like girls. Teenage girls. Lots of 'em."

"I've got stuff to do."

"Speaking of stuff to do," Simon began, taking another sip of his coffee for effect. Chris knew what he was going to say. "You have fun last night?"

Chris's watch beeped once at him. Two minute warning. The new teams were already starting to take the field. Chris glanced at Simon with a sideways grin. "Maybe." "She got a name?"

don't know what you're talking

as much as he'd believe a one legged marathon runner. "Tell you what. I'll be over on those bleachers there if you're memory suddenly returns." And Simon

after his friend. Thank god for

"Chris! Hey!"

when he saw who was leaning against a section

you doing here?" He

a black turtleneck. Her hair hung in waves over her shoulders with a few strands dangling over her eyes. It

a twenty in your pocket,

"That guy's only five." Chris marveled at how good she looked, even under the typically unflattering fluorescent lighting of the complex. He remembered her bending over in front of the window. "He's not as subtle as I am." His watch starting beeping and this

lunch with me

surprise but he steadied himself.

nonchalantly as he could. Rebecca smiled and nodded. Chris began nodding, but it was just to cover the fact that he didn't know what to say. "Sure I'll

"Great! See you after."

the years since their parents had married, she'd never once come to any his games,

on him now. Bringing the ball to the center of the field, he pulled the coin from his pocket and said hello to

was standing, but now Laura was right there beside her. She

looked to see one of the teams jumping excitedly,

missed a goal

the field. Chris handed the ball off to the new referee, grabbed

of his clothes. He'd been planning on showering at home, but since Laura was at the complex he decided there was no

group showers or locker rooms apparently. And since he'd shown up late, none of the other refs would be rotating out for at least another thirty minutes. So he pulled his change of clothes from his

down on him, he half considered jerking off. Granted it was a public place and it would be about as uncool as pissing in the showers, but the way he'd left Laura earlier and then seeing her with Rebecca had wound him up and he needed some release. The question

could

When he turned around to grab his towel from the

someone else might be in the locker room.

her favorite pair of corduroys, blue, tight and slimming, and a pink cut-off shirt that exposed her stomach. She was staring between his legs. He covered himself, which

of here before someone sees you,"

grabbed his towel from the rack and walked right over to him, taking him by the hand and leading him farther back in the showers, around a cement partition that would shield them from the main room. She pressed him back against the wall and instantly devoured his

be mad," she said

you" - kiss and tongue; wow, was she good - "mmm, should be in

After the way you left me

here." She rubbed her nose against his while her right hand went to

groin.

touch. "Ah! Cold hand! Coooold