'Let me get this right, you shagged him, three times in one evening, then walked out?'
Sian playfully pursed her lips and nodded, 'Yep, that's about right.'
'Three times. Hot sex, a bit of a kink? Less vanilla, more...' Clare fanned her face.
Sian grinned, 'Depends where you draw the line at kinky. Light bondage?'
'That's nothing, Alex ties me up all the time. Proper ties, handcuffs, masks and we're even getting a special-'
'Whoa, stop right there. Definitely TMI. Well, when I'm sober...'
'So, bondage-lite for a start, a little domination. Sado-masochism?'
'Spanking. That was go-ooood.' Sian wriggled in her seat. 'Which reminds me, his fingers went where they-'
'No!' Clare started giggling, 'Anal? On a first date? It took us months to go there!'
'He really seemed to enjoy giving. He was so masterful.'
Sian and Clare were enjoying a lunchtime coffee in one of the cafes lining Harford Green. Sian had texted Clare on her way home on the train, while she was still on a sexually-gratified high. Clare insisted on meeting the next day.
'So, what do I tell Alex? Is Rob messing you around or not?'
Sian sat back and contemplated the situation, 'Tell him nothing. Nothing happened.'
'Mindfucking? Keeping him hanging?'
'Perhaps. I just haven't decided how I feel yet.'
'So, what will you do next time you see Rob?'
'I've no idea. There's a chance he thinks I'm a bit of a nutter, which would be embarrassing. I didn't know how to react when he went all...I don't know, cruel?'
'Cruel?'
'Maybe more crude? A bit blunt. I wasn't expecting to be romanced, things went a bit fast for that, but the way he spoke about what we'd done. I felt a bit hurt. And used.' Sian stared into her coffee. 'There's also something I overheard, I don't know whether getting involved is a good idea.'
'Home game this weekend. You can't miss that match, it's a big cup game.'
Sian grimaced, 'I'll...I'll just behave like it never happened. Neither time. Polite but friendly. Not think about jumping him again. Really not.'
'You really think you can do that?' asked Clare, raising an eyebrow.
'I can try.'
***
This time Rob wasn't teased for scratch marks down his back, instead they noticed a bite mark on his neck. The banter in the changing room after the showers wasn't any better than before.
'She must be a fox, mun. First scratches, now bites. Okay boys, do we know who this vixen is?'
Marcus could only shake his head honestly; he hadn't seen Sian's hasty exit. Gavin had his head buried in his kit bag so no one picked up his slight blush. Alex only glared at Rob, daring him to say something.
A younger voice piped up from the other end of the changing room, 'From my place, I did see a woman in a red dress strutting out of his flat. Didn't see her face but she looked vaguely familiar from behind. Hot too.'
Another voice groaned quietly, 'What is it about scrum halves that made them so bloody irritating? If it isn't Alex on a wind-up, it's Damo the fucking kid. Why won't he shut the fuck up?'
Damian giggled on regardless, 'I'd so do her, on her hands and knees, so it didn't matter what her face looked like.'
Rob wasn't expecting the flash of anger he experienced. He wanted to keep Sian to himself, how dare Damian! To cover his feelings, he turned his back to the rest of the players and towelled himself off.
He'd awoken that morning still confused by Sian's exit, unsure what to do next and embarrassed by his behaviour. Should he call her again after last night, or was that too much like stalking? Sent a text to say sorry for being rude? He should have sent one last night, maybe the time had passed?
He wanted to have a word with Alex, but he'd just shrugged his shoulders at him and mimed that he knew nothing. Fuck.
Even more worrying was that he was hardening every time he remembered his exploits with Sian. When he remembered when she must have bitten him, that first time that night as she straddled him, squeezing him tightly as she came. Screaming into his neck.
Last night he'd started changing the sheets but the smell of them together had got him so hard, he had to stop for a wank, which felt confusingly unsatisfying without her there. She definitely would have lent a hand or two, or even a mouth. Her mouth, with that flicking tongue, sucking and licking him like a lollipop. He wanted to see her on her hands and knees, completely absorbed in enjoying his body. That first time where she used her boobs and swallowed everything? He thought that was so hot and natural. She really loved to lick him all over too, her obvious enjoyment feeding his own arousal.
It was a good thing Rob had continued dressing while thinking of her, otherwise he couldn't have closed his jeans for the erection now straining against the heavy denim. He grabbed his bag, slinging the long shoulder strap so it covered his groin area and departed, waving a hand towards the catcalls and flying comments.
***
Heavily muscled legs surged and worked together with purpose as opposing legs and hands grappled for purchase. Slowly, the heaving mass of bodies rolled forward and down. Shouts and cries rang around the field as the home crowd cheered the action in front of them.
Sian gasped along with the rest and cheered, 'Yes! We scored! Woohoo!' She grinned happily, nudging Clare next to her, 'Nice pushover try.'
They watched as the players untangled themselves, patted each other on the back. One mud-covered hulk got more pats than the rest, a filthy Rob. Only his clean, white smile stood out from the rest of his face until he grabbed a water bottle and doused himself so his features began to emerge.
In the gap between one of the opposition players needing attention and restarting the match, Sian watched him put fresh tape around his ears, globs of Vaseline on and around his head. She wasn't the only one watching him.
A girlish giggle intruded into her thoughts, 'That Rob's a bit of alright, isn't he?'
There were several younger girls a couple of rows below, shivering in their fashionable jackets and gossiping about most of the players.
'I dunno, my dad says he's a bit of a journeyman, going from club to club and filling in. Nothing special.'
