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

much as he'd believe a one legged marathon runner. "Tell you what. I'll be over

his friend. Thank

"Chris! Hey!"

when he saw who was leaning against a

you doing here?" He

a black turtleneck. Her hair hung in waves over her shoulders with a few strands dangling over her eyes. It wasn't an easy outfit for his eyes

a twenty in

expensive." She motioned to the field behind her. "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

you wanna grab lunch with me and Laura

went up in surprise but he steadied himself. "Oh,

it was just to cover the fact that he didn't know what to

"Great! See you after."

their parents

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

minutes into the game, he looked over at the sideboards where Rebecca was standing, but now Laura was right there beside her. She had her digital SLR camera and was taking pictures, both of them cheering Rebecca's little brother who was somewhere on the field. Chris was momentarily dumb struck

the crowd erupted, and he looked to see one of the teams jumping excitedly, the other hanging their heads in

missed a goal being

game was over, the teams shook hands and left the field. Chris handed the ball off to the new referee, grabbed his

planning on showering at home, but since Laura was at the complex he decided there was no point. He wasn't about to go out for lunch smelling the way he

the on-site facilities. All the players typically came and left in uniform, and if they didn't, they changed in the bathrooms. None of them were comfortable with group showers or locker rooms apparently. And since he'd shown up late, none of the other refs would be rotating

and it would be about as uncool as pissing in the showers, but the way he'd left Laura

he could

from the rack, Laura was leaning against the wall. Chris was so startled he nearly slipped

else might be in the locker room. "What the hell

that exposed her stomach. She was staring between his legs. He covered himself, which

here before someone sees you," he told

would shield them from the main room. She pressed him back against the wall and instantly devoured his mouth with hers. He tried to protest, but her tongue had twined itself with his, and the warmth

be mad," she said between

"mad, I just" - kiss - "don't think you" - kiss and tongue; wow, was she good - "mmm, should

him lustily. "Are you kidding? After the way you left me this morning?

here." She rubbed her nose against his while

groin.

at her touch. "Ah! Cold hand!