The Referee

"That last call, it was a bad call." Her voice was so low she was almost whispering. He turned her to face him. With his hands on her shoulders, he said, "But they lost."

"I know." Her head was down disconsolately. "I lost." She brushed at his hands to get them off her shoulders.

He dropped them to his sides. Facing each other, they were not looking at each other. Neither spoke. "You lost." She slapped him across the face leaving finger prints.

"I know I lost, you shit," she screamed at him. Tears flooded her face. "I don't even know your name and, I'm, I'm going to have to, to...," She looked at him tears still flooding her face and the carpet under them.

"Geez, I can't let you do this. Let's just forget it."

"Yeah, and every time we bump into each other you'll say, "There's the girl." She stopped and looked away. Softer now she finished. "That's the girl that lost and I was too soft to collect." She looked him in the face. "Sorry I slapped you. You're right. My guys lost no matter whether the ref was paid off or not."

He risked touching her again. "Don't touch me. This is bad enough. I don't want to make something friendly about it."

"We don't have to."

"I lost. I pay my bets." She looked around. "Here?"

"Upstairs?"

"No I don't want to go into your bedroom where you sleep on dirty sheets. I guess here is OK." She looked at him again. He risked a button. "You might as well. Can't get any worse."

"I won't hurt you."

"Yeah. I guess I can ask that. Don't hurt me."

"You sure you want to go ahead?" He had all the buttons unbuttoned.

She looked away. "You want to see my tits now." He looked away. He'd seen the full bra. Lacy and sexy, damn right he wanted to see her tits. He nodded.

She shrugged out of the blouse. "You're not going to call any friends over when I can't defend myself?"

"No. Just you and me." He wanted to say something nice. "That's a pretty bra."

"Geez," she replied. She turned and said to the wall, "Unfasten it."

The bra fell into her hands. She set it on a nearby chair and turned back to him. "You like 'em?"

"You're beautiful."

"Just say you like my tits. You don't have to pussy foot around telling me I'm beautiful. They're a million girls better looking than me."

"Sorry. I'm nervous."

"Me, too."

He looked at her eyes which continued to water. "I didn't mean this to hurt you."

"You got any bourbon?"

"Water, ice."

"Neat."

"Jack Black?"

"Perfect. Three fingers."

He left hurriedly, returning quickly. Two glasses. Three fingers each.

"So what do you think of my tits?" She looked him in the eyes.

"I think they're beautiful. Can I kiss your nipples?"

"Sure, why not," she let out her breath. "Don't bite me."

He put his head down and sucked one nipple in his mouth. It tasted sweet and salty, but it felt heavenly in his mouth. He sucked. She let him draw her body closer to him. He let go finishing with a sweep of his tongue across the turgid nipple.

"Do the other one. I don't want to have to explain to the one why it didn't get sucked on." He smiled as he sucked the other one in his mouth. It was the first lighthearted thing either had said.

As he sucked, she said, "Nice house you've got."

"Thanks."

"Did you think you were going to get me in bed when we left the bar?"

He was caught. "Didn't we both know it was a real possibility?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Isn't that at least part of the reason we made the bet."

"Yeah, I guess." She moved a step toward him. She was rigid before lightly laying her head on his shoulder. It felt good. She breathed deeply. "Let's get it over with so I can go home."

"I'd rather we didn't and you didn't go home." He'd said it very quietly. She wasn't even sure what he had said.

"I could sleep on the couch." He gently clutched her hand. "I liked you a lot before we made the bet. We could just step around the bet."

"And you could fuck me just because you liked me."

"Or we could put that off until we knew each other better."

"I made a bet."

"Yeah." He swallowed. "Here on the carpet?"

"You like my tits?"

"Yeah."

"You want to suck them some more."

"Can we sit on the couch?" He was tired of standing in front of her, fencing.

"Wanna see my pussy?"

"Let's sit for a few minutes." They sat, but had little to say.

Finally she broke the silence. "Wanna know why I agreed to the bet?" He nodded. She took a deep breath and blushed. Sensing something important was about to happen, he waited quietly.

Suddenly she burst out, "I can't say it." Spittle sprayed onto her skirt. Tears flooded again.

"Can I try something without fear of getting my face slapped."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She reached to his face and stroked where she'd slapped him. He leaned down to her, hesitated, and kissed her.

She blinked.

"Would you agree that was a bad call there at the end?"

"Yup." She dragged an afghan from the back of the couch struggling with where it was stuck between the cushions. Once loose, she covered herself with it, hiding her breasts. She pursed her lips.

"I wanted to go to bed with you." Her face looked as though it would burst into flames. "There, I said it."

"I still do want to go to bed with you, but not on a bet."

Silence filled the room as though the air had been sucked out. They looked away from each other. He turned back and tucked the afghan around her, covering her from her neck to below her knees. He leaned in again for another kiss. Her hands held him behind his head as her tongue tasted his. The couch crinkled as they found a more exquisite position to savor each other. She took his hand enticing it to follow hers as she brought it under the afghan.

"Touch me."

Her breasts became his as he followed each curve; touched and marveled at her hard nipples.

"Would you like to touch me, you know, down there?"

"Come to my bed." He smiled. "The sheets are actually clean." They smiled together and kissed. He stood. He offered his hand. She kissed the fingers and pulled the afghan to the side molding his hand to her breast. She stood and followed him.

Naked, they lay on the bed, bending this way and that to taste each other. He found her very private places and tasted them. She took hold of him and stroked. Lying across the bed she took him in her mouth.

"I can't wait any longer he groaned. She released him and lay on her back, urging him. He slid inside exhilarated by her warm wetness.