"Coffee after class" became Inge's regular greeting. They didn't go for coffee anymore. Instead they spent luxurious, relaxed, aroused, loving, erotic afternoons in each other's arms.
Inge was not a little hurt to hear "Not today, the Eels are playing in the semi-finals".
She cornered him after the class with "I've got a TV, is my place not good enough for you?"
"It's just that the pub has the atmosphere, the big screen, beer on tap and mates to bullshit with. It will only be until the grand final in a couple of weeks' time."
"My place has a better atmosphere than any smelly old pub, you can watch the TV in bed, bubbles are better than beer and I thought I was your mate." She wasn't giving up without a fight.
"When the mighty Eels score a try the feeling is electric as we all jump up and punch the air. When they win the game everyone is jumping up and down with excited relief. You can't beat that!"
"How about ... when they score a try you score a blow job. I'll suck electricity out of your cock and make you punch the air. If they win the match I'll make your cock jump up and down until it fills my mouth with cum. That should give you relief. Game, set and match - you're coming home with me."
"Wow! You win. No, wait, actually I win. No, maybe it's a win-win situation. Do you mean it? Are you sure you can deliver, umm, ahh, ohh."
"Shut up, stop talking and get your sexy arse in my bed."
Larry grinned all the way back to her apartment. Champagne flowing freely! A blow job for every try! Cum in her mouth when they win! What's not to like?
"What are you grinning about?" she asked as she closed her door behind them, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Oh, just you", he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, it seems I have promised to pamper you so let's do it right. I'll run the shower, you can soap my up. Make sure you get plenty of soap on my tits. Then I will rub the soap off my body onto your back and onto your front. Plenty of soap and plenty of rubbing on your cock should get the job done properly."
The steamy shower went according to plan. They both emerged, slightly pink all over and feeling ready for action. The taste test of the most sensitive places to double check the action of the soap had them both ready for action of a different kind.
Inge was actually enjoying taking control. "Game starts in five minutes. Go to the kitchen, fill the ice bucket, open the champagne and bring two flutes to the bedroom. I've got a little surprise to prepare for you."
Larry threw "I like surprises" over his shoulder as he took off to the kitchen, his bouncing cock leading the way. His nervous excitement made him struggle a little with the champagne cork. The game is 90 minutes so he hunted around for some cheese and biscuits to make a little afternoon feast of it.