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 gand 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 hwith 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 the was already done and changed out of his uniform.

"Hey, slacker," he said as he cover. 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 twhen 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 askedif 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?" Chris's grin widened. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Uh huh," Simon said, believing him about 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 walked off the field.

Chris smiled after his friend. Thank god for Simon Howard.

"Chris! Hey!" Turning to the voice, he nearly choked when he saw who was leaning against a section of sideboards. "Rebecca. Hey, what are you doing here?" He walked over.

"My little brother's 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. It wasn't an easy outfit for his eyes to undress. "You gonna call it fair?" "Unless there's a twenty in your pocket, I am." "Wow. 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 window. "He's not as subtle as I am." His watch starting beeping and this the had to shut it off manually. "Gtime," he said.

"Hey, you wanna grab lunch withand Laura afterwards?" His eyebrows went up in surprise but he steadied himself. "Oh, Laura's here?" He tried to say it as 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 have lunch with you... and Laura." "Great! See you after." Laura was there? Why? Laura had never cared about soccer. In the years since their parents had married, she'd never once cto any his games, let alone the ones he officiated.

The teams were 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 two captains.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis 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 struck by the sight of her, and when she saw him looking, she smiled from behind the camera and snapped picture of him.

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

He'd just missed a goal being scored.

After the gwas over, the teams shook hands and left the field. Chris handed the ball off to the new referee, grabbed his gear and headed straight for the locker room. He wanted to get there before the girls could stop him.

Inside, he began to change out of his clothes. He'd been 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 did. The place was empty. The officials were the only ones that used the on-site facilities. All the players typically cand 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 vacant showers.

As the water rained 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 srelease. The question was, did he want to relieve himself now, or wait until later? When he could be with Laura.

Deciding to wait, he finished and shut off the water. When he turned around to grab his towel from the rack, Laura was leaning against the wall. Chris was so startled he nearly slipped on the wet floor.

"Jesus, Laura!" he hissed, suddenly fearful that someone else might be in the locker room. "What the hell are you doing?" She was wearing 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 brought her eyes up to his.

"Get out of here before someone sees you," he told her.

Instead, she 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 mouth with hers. He tried to protest, but her tongue had twined itself with his, and the warmth of her against his naked body was too intoxicating to resist. "Don't be mad," she said between kisses.

"I'm not" - kiss - "mad, I just" - kiss - "don't think you" - kiss and tongue; wow, was she good - "mmm, should be in here." She looked at him lustily. "Are you kidding? After the way you leftthis morning? I had to be here." She rubbed her nose against his while her right hand went to his groin.

He gasped at her touch. "Ah! Cold hand! Coooold hand!" If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "So letwarm it up." As her hand worked, his cock began to grow, and as it did, so did her smile. She kissed him so hard his head knocked against the wall. "Ow." "Sorry," she mumbled against his mouth, then her tongue slid back over his.

Her hand on him was like magic and he couldn't help but press against her palm. He kissed back, swirling his tongue over hers and pulling her to him His hands darted up her shirt and found her without a bra. He seized both of her breasts, playing with them feverishly, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. He could feel them getting harder and she moaned with delight. He was now nearly at full arousal, and her hand was moving faster, a blur as it worked his shaft. He panted lightly against her lips. "Jesus, Laura..." "Tellwhat you want." "What?" He looked up at her and saw her eyes sparkling.

"Tellwhat you want," she said again, then dropped her other hand down and started playing with his balls. Everything was happening so fast. Chris was completely lost in the sensations. Literally thirty seconds ago he'd been showering. Now Laura was giving him one of the best hand jobs of his life.

"I want you," he breathed.

She giggled and kissed him again.

"No, silly. Tellwhat you wantto do. Where you want to cum." Her thumb ran over the precum that ha hover ppoled as the tip of his cock and smeared it around. He groaned against her cheek. He could barely keep his eyes open, it felt so good. But when he did open them, he saw that familiar drunken look of desire in her eyes. "Use me, Chris," she whispered. "Do what you want to me." From any other girl it would have sounded slutty, but with Laura Chris felt a warmth and tenderness from her words that made his heart glow. Pumping his cock, massaging his balls, nose to nose with him, she had becthe only thing in his world.

He kissed her. He had to. He wanted her so completely, body and soul.

"Lay down," he said, swallowing.

Her eyes were looking directly into his. "On my back?" "Yes." "And then what?" She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her palm, then took his cock again. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles.

"I want to fuck your tits," he managed.

Her eyes lit up, and she kissed him fiercely, purring into his mouth. His hands dropped

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