back and ready after Sunday’s loss.”
He smiled at her and gave her a long tender kiss. “Will do,” he said.
* * *
Stephen arrived at his apartment Saturday evening after a long day spent at the library. Henri was sitting on the couch watching a soccer game on TV and turned at the sound of the door opening. He was more than a little surprised to see Stephen.
“ Dude, you look like a guy I knew once. My room mate, in fact, but I’m not sure he lives here anymore,” he said jokingly. “I haven’t seen you in what, two weeks. Where’ve you been?”
Stephen dropped his book bag by the door and sat down on the chair next to Henri. “Reye,” he said. “You remember her?”
Henri laughed. “Sure I do.”
“I’ve been over at her place off and on for the last couple of weeks,” he said.
“Man, she must be something special, ‘cause that is not your style. Must be love, huh?”
“Nope, just a serious case of lust.”
“You think so?”
“Know so.”
“Whatever you say, dude.”
“No, believe me, you know me better than anyone. She is compelling, I’ll give her that, and the sex is amazing. We just connect on that level. Anyway, we’ve agreed to keep it casual.”
“She agreed, too?”
“Yes.”
“Dude, be careful, women are always thinking long term.”
“I hear you, and I will.”
“Are you ready for the game tomorrow?” Stephen asked the question to change the subject to something other than his love life. Henri had caught him off guard and he wasn’t ready to discuss something he hadn’t fig ured out.
“ Be careful around Joe, dude. You know how he feels about people of color. He’s been talking trash about you around the frat house, so keep your eyes open.”
“Always.”
Stephen had mostly ignored Joe since the frat party. He played with him on the team, but he didn’t trust him and tried to avoid him.
* * *
The second game between The Wizards and The Graduates arrived on another perfect Sunday afternoon. Fall in Austin could be brutally hot or freezing cold, and those changes could happen in the span of a few hours. Today, however, was perfect, the grass green, the air crisp, the sky clear. Stephen arrived late, making him the last person to take the field. Reye and her teammates were already on the field warming up. He scanned the players and quickly located Reye among the other women. She gave him a wink and a smile. He hadn’t seen her since yesterday morning, and he was looking forward to going by her home after the game. Just looking at her pushed his adrenaline in gear as he remembered the many nights spent wrapped in her embrace. She was kicking the ball around with another team member, wearing the shorts she worn to the last game and her team’s t-shirt. He liked seeing her in her gear and he liked playing against her. It was a little bit sexy the way she would push and shove him around in her quest for a goal. It also gave him a kick to match wits and skill against her; he could take her, of c ourse, but she didn’t cut him any slack. She held her own against him and he respected and admired her for it.
The referees had arrived, both teams were lined up and in position, and the game started. Reye was once again lined up in the forward position against Stephen as defender. They spent most of the first half pushing and shoving each other, laughing and smiling as she would get by him or he’d stop her. Stephen was able to contain Reye and she wasn’t able to score. But who cared, Reye thought, as she smiled to herself. It was worth it just to have all six feet, two inches of golden male focused on her. That was heady stuff. Oblivious to the stares of those around them, they played like they were the only ones on the field. At the end of the first half, the scored was tied 0-0. In the huddle, Sam thanked Reye for all the special attention she was giving to Stephen, and because of it, he changed their game strategy. They would continue to play like
He smiled at her and gave her a long tender kiss. “Will do,” he said.
* * *
Stephen arrived at his apartment Saturday evening after a long day spent at the library. Henri was sitting on the couch watching a soccer game on TV and turned at the sound of the door opening. He was more than a little surprised to see Stephen.
“ Dude, you look like a guy I knew once. My room mate, in fact, but I’m not sure he lives here anymore,” he said jokingly. “I haven’t seen you in what, two weeks. Where’ve you been?”
Stephen dropped his book bag by the door and sat down on the chair next to Henri. “Reye,” he said. “You remember her?”
Henri laughed. “Sure I do.”
“I’ve been over at her place off and on for the last couple of weeks,” he said.
“Man, she must be something special, ‘cause that is not your style. Must be love, huh?”
“Nope, just a serious case of lust.”
“You think so?”
“Know so.”
“Whatever you say, dude.”
“No, believe me, you know me better than anyone. She is compelling, I’ll give her that, and the sex is amazing. We just connect on that level. Anyway, we’ve agreed to keep it casual.”
“She agreed, too?”
“Yes.”
“Dude, be careful, women are always thinking long term.”
“I hear you, and I will.”
“Are you ready for the game tomorrow?” Stephen asked the question to change the subject to something other than his love life. Henri had caught him off guard and he wasn’t ready to discuss something he hadn’t fig ured out.
“ Be careful around Joe, dude. You know how he feels about people of color. He’s been talking trash about you around the frat house, so keep your eyes open.”
“Always.”
Stephen had mostly ignored Joe since the frat party. He played with him on the team, but he didn’t trust him and tried to avoid him.
* * *
The second game between The Wizards and The Graduates arrived on another perfect Sunday afternoon. Fall in Austin could be brutally hot or freezing cold, and those changes could happen in the span of a few hours. Today, however, was perfect, the grass green, the air crisp, the sky clear. Stephen arrived late, making him the last person to take the field. Reye and her teammates were already on the field warming up. He scanned the players and quickly located Reye among the other women. She gave him a wink and a smile. He hadn’t seen her since yesterday morning, and he was looking forward to going by her home after the game. Just looking at her pushed his adrenaline in gear as he remembered the many nights spent wrapped in her embrace. She was kicking the ball around with another team member, wearing the shorts she worn to the last game and her team’s t-shirt. He liked seeing her in her gear and he liked playing against her. It was a little bit sexy the way she would push and shove him around in her quest for a goal. It also gave him a kick to match wits and skill against her; he could take her, of c ourse, but she didn’t cut him any slack. She held her own against him and he respected and admired her for it.
The referees had arrived, both teams were lined up and in position, and the game started. Reye was once again lined up in the forward position against Stephen as defender. They spent most of the first half pushing and shoving each other, laughing and smiling as she would get by him or he’d stop her. Stephen was able to contain Reye and she wasn’t able to score. But who cared, Reye thought, as she smiled to herself. It was worth it just to have all six feet, two inches of golden male focused on her. That was heady stuff. Oblivious to the stares of those around them, they played like they were the only ones on the field. At the end of the first half, the scored was tied 0-0. In the huddle, Sam thanked Reye for all the special attention she was giving to Stephen, and because of it, he changed their game strategy. They would continue to play like
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