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?"

"I don't

one legged marathon runner. "Tell you what. I'll be

after his friend. Thank god

"Chris! Hey!"

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

are you doing here?" He walked

this game." She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black turtleneck. Her hair hung in waves over

there's a twenty in your

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.

lunch with

but he steadied himself. "Oh,

began nodding, but it was just to cover the fact that he didn't know what to say. "Sure I'll have lunch

"Great! See you after."

their parents had married, she'd never once come to any his games, let alone

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

the book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting 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 them cheering Rebecca's little brother who was somewhere on the field. Chris was momentarily dumb

see one of the

just missed a goal

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

but since Laura was at the complex he decided there was no

the only ones that used 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 out for

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 was, did he want to relieve himself

could

from

else might be in the locker room. "What the

that exposed

out of here before someone

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

she

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

looked at him lustily. "Are you kidding? After

rubbed her nose against his while her

groin.

her touch. "Ah! Cold