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

he'd believe a one legged marathon runner. "Tell you

friend. Thank

"Chris! Hey!"

nearly choked when he saw who was leaning

Hey, what are you

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

twenty in your pocket,

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

grab lunch with me and

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

as nonchalantly as he could. Rebecca smiled and nodded. Chris began nodding, but it was just to cover the fact

"Great! See you after."

Why? Laura had never cared about soccer. In the years since their parents had married, she'd never

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

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

the crowd erupted, and he looked to see one of the teams jumping excitedly, the

a goal

referee, grabbed his gear and headed straight

planning on showering at home, but since Laura was at the complex he decided there was no point.

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 out for at least another thirty minutes. So he pulled his change of clothes from his bag, shoved the uniform away, grabbed his towel and headed for the

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

he could be with

towel from the rack, Laura was leaning

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

pair of corduroys, blue, tight and slimming, and a pink cut-off shirt that exposed her stomach. She was

of here before someone sees you," he

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 mouth with hers. He tried to protest, but her tongue had twined itself

mad," she said

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

After the way you left me this morning?

nose against his while

groin.

at her touch. "Ah! Cold