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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.’
    Instead of the exposed, drizzle-swept
terrace, for a change Sian was keeping Clare company up in the
covered stand. Sarah was somewhere overseas for work; it was very
unlike her to miss a home match but she’d said it couldn’t be
helped.
    They watched as the players untangled
themselves and 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 all right, 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. Sian had initially found them quite
amusing, but after a while their tinny laughs and hair swishing had
started to irritate.
    Another hair toss, ‘I dunno, my dad says he’s
a bit of a journeyman, going from club to club and filling in.
Nothing special.’
    ‘Durr, you idiot, I was talking about him
being a bit cute, in a rough and muscley way.’
    ‘You’re the idiot; it’s muscular, not
muscley. You’re supposed to studying for an English A-level!’
    ‘I’d rather study Rob. In my A-level Art Life
Drawing class.’
    The girls dissolved into giggles and Sian
allowed herself a wry smile, tamping down the snakes of doubt. She
didn’t care, did she ? ‘Drink, anyone?’
     
     
    ‘Oh, bollocks,’ swore Sian as her tipsy
fingers knocked the change off the bar. She steadied herself
against a stool and bent over, picking up the coins.
     

    Despite being knackered after another
eighty-minute match and full of post-match grub, Rob’s body was
still on sexual high-alert. The sight of Sian’s curvy jean-clad
arse wiggling as he walked into the bar made him groan aloud and
curse as his cock plumped up.
    Luckily the only person in the vicinity was
Gavin who handed him a beer and grinned at his predicament, ‘You
have got it bad, haven’t you?’
    ‘Fuck, yes.’ Rob dragged his gaze away from
the fascinating view, and stared into his pint.
    ‘So, what happened? You looked like you were
getting on so well when I...interrupted.’
    ‘I blew it. Said the wrong thing the wrong
way.’
    Gavin nodded, ‘Been there, done that. Birds
can be sensitive after you’ve shagged them. Need to give ‘em a bit
of a cwtch not smack ‘em in the chops, no matter what those shady
books say. You fucked up, mun.’
    Rob raised his eyebrows at his young flatmate
sounding so knowledgeable, ‘Ok, I know I’m going to regret this but
what would you do now?’
    ‘Ignore her for a bit, mun. Play it cool. Get
her coming after you once she’s no longer pissed off. You’ve
already asked her out, why’s it up to you to do all the
running?’
    Rob frowned; not while he was still so horny.
He glanced back towards Sian. She really looked good that day. For
a change, her curly hair was twisted up in a knot, the slender,
pale nape of