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?"

grin widened. "I don't know what you're

you what. I'll be over on those bleachers there if you're memory suddenly returns." And Simon

after his friend. Thank

"Chris! Hey!"

to the voice, he nearly choked when he saw who was leaning against a section

what are you doing here?" He walked

playing in this game." She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black turtleneck. Her hair hung in waves over her shoulders with a few strands dangling over her eyes.

a twenty in your pocket,

You're 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

lunch with me and Laura

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

nodding, but it was just to cover the fact that he didn't know what to say.

"Great! See you after."

soccer. In the years since their parents had married, she'd never once come

center of the field, he pulled the coin from his pocket and said hello

for you! ------ Chris had never been more distracted in his life. Ten 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

one of the teams jumping excitedly, the other

a

hands and left the field. Chris handed the ball off to the new referee, grabbed his gear and headed straight for the locker

but since Laura was at the complex he decided

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

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 was, did he want to relieve himself now, or wait

could be with

off the water. When he turned around to grab his towel from the rack, Laura was leaning against the wall.

might be in the locker room. "What the

exposed her stomach.

someone sees you," he told

around a cement partition that would shield them from the main room. She pressed him back against the wall and

be mad," she said

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

lustily. "Are you kidding? After

nose against his while

groin.

at her touch. "Ah!