AN: Thanks to all of you who read this story and especially those who reviewed it. This is a fun story to write. Yes, Playa Eric needs to get schooled; however I think he has a couple more chapters before he gets a taste of his own medicine. I promise Sookie will try her best, but he is the Master after all.

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For the next week I actively avoided Eric. Frankly, I wasn't sure what to make of that kiss, and maybe I was reading too much into it. What the hell was that about anyway? Also, I had a major exam and an oral presentation that needed my full attention.

But it was now late afternoon on Friday and this was about fun and relaxation. I was sitting in the bleachers watching the soccer game play out before my eyes. Amelia and Sam were sitting next to me cheering, but I was the biggest cheerleader there. It was the last period of the match and we were tied with less than a minute to go.

Suddenly Bill came out of nowhere and kicked the ball to Eric, who was already past midfield. The next thing we knew, the ball flew up and he head butted it right into the net. We were all whooping and hollering at the win, especially since it was Eric who scored the winning goal.

The team was all over him congratulating him, but I was probably the only one who noticed him glancing up into the stands and winking at me. My heart fluttered and my cheeks tinged red. I was so engrossed in watching him that I never even heard Amelia trying to get my attention.

"Sookie, geez, where are you?" She swatted my arm and I pivoted to look at her.

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry, what did you say?"

She looked a bit annoyed that I wasn't paying attention. "I asked if you wanted to go with Sam and me to the Sports Shack and get something to eat. Bill and Eric are supposed to be joining us after they shower and change."

"Um, I think I'll pass. I'm not that hungry right now, and I have some studying to do." What a lame excuse. How many college students do you know that study on a Friday night?

She was making that 'I'm annoyed' look with her face again. "Surrrre. Okay, Miss Spongebob Studypants. I guess we'll see you when we see you."

I just shook my head at her comment and they left. As the bleachers emptied out, I sort of lingered behind. I wasn't really sure why. Perhaps it was to catch a glimpse of the one guy who made my skin tingle and my body ache from a single glance.

I leisurely climbed down, and instead of leaving the field, I ducked behind the bleachers. Yuk, I felt like I was swimming in a sea of garbage. People really don't clean up after themselves around here, do they?

I kicked stuff out of my path and made my way down to the other end, until I stopped in my tracks and realized I was getting close to the field house. What the heck was I doing? Spying? This was dumb. I just needed to turn around and march right back to the house.

"Get hold of yourself girl," I muttered aloud to myself. I emphasized my point with a light slap to the forehead.

"You really shouldn't do that. You wouldn't want to leave a mark on that pretty face of yours."

I spun around and stumbled over a discarded cup, losing my balance and almost falling. A hand grabbed my arm to steady me and when I looked up at my rescuer, I looked right into the eyes of Eric.

"You should watch where you're going." He was definitely smirking at me, "What are you doing underneath the bleachers anyway?" Like he didn't already know the answer.

"I, um…I was cutting through down here cause it was quicker." Liar. You were spying and you know it.

Even through the garbage he smelled so good – fresh and clean. Plus, he was wearing Ulysse, which gave off a smell of earth and musk. "Aren't you going to the Sports Shack with the others?"

"I hadn't planned on it. I was just going to walk home." I started backing up a little to indicate I was getting ready to take off.

"Nonsense, I'll give you a lift." The sun had just about set and a shadow crept over us, covering us in the darkness of the bleachers. A tiny voice was screaming inside my brain to say no. Stupid voice, shut up.

"That would be great. It'll be dark by the time I get home, and I hate walking home after dark."

He picked up my hand and led me around obstacles until we got to his car. Eric's family came from money, so he naturally had the best, which meant he was driving a sleek black 2009 BMW Z4 convertible.

We sped out of the parking lot like hell itself was chasing us. "Uh, Eric could you please slow down a little?"

Not that I was criticizing his driving, but I didn't really want to die tonight. He just chuckled and eased up on the gas. Once my organs settled back down into my body, I noticed we were going the opposite direction of my house.

"Did you forget where I live?" I teased him.

He just grinned back at me and said, "I'm meeting a couple of friends first."

Oh and he just decided to bring me along? "I assume you're not talking about Sam, Bill, and Amelia at the Sports Shack?"

"Nah, I have somewhere more fun to go to."

I watched carefully as he made turns and drove this way and that. After about 10 minutes, he announced we were here. I looked around and shuddered. He had to be kidding.

St. Cecilia's Cemetery, read the sign on the black wrought iron gates. "You're meeting your friends in a graveyard?"

"Yep, why not? We like to kick back and have a few, and hey, it's not like anyone there is gonna tell on us right?" Eric might be a senior, but he was also smart. He skipped a grade when he was in high school, so he had just turned twenty one. I'm guessing some of his friends were still underage, which is why they weren't drinking out in public.

"We also like to play a few games out here."

"What kind of games?" My face was a myriad of expressions – confusion, puzzlement, caution, nervousness.

"Oh, you'll see." He had such a sly tone to his voice as he picked up my hand again and led me off into the darkness. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

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"Eric where are you taking me?" I pulled back a little, but he had a hold of me and jerked me forward with him.

"You'll see. We're almost there." His grin told me I was probably in trouble. Why didn't I just turn and walk away at the bleachers? Why didn't I just go with Amelia and Sam to the Sports Shack? I could be munching on a burger and fries right now.

At first I didn't see anything as we made our way through the markers, but then in the distance I saw a flashlight come on.

"We're over here," a voice shouted to us.

As we approached, I saw two other guys and one girl sitting on top of some tombstones. They were drinking beer and from the looks of the empties on the ground, they had started the party already.

One of the guys I recognized, Al, tossed Eric a beer and asked if I wanted one. I politely declined. I'd had alcohol before, but I wasn't in the mood for it and probably needed to keep my wits about me. Eric introduced me to the others, Tara and Andy. They were teasing each other, and I don't mean verbally. I felt like opening my purse and handing them some cash for a room.

"You ready to start dude?" Al crushed his can and tossed it aside.

"You bet." He had a mischievous look about him and whatever they were up to it was definitely no good.

"Did you explain the rules to her?" He pointed to me with a leer.

"Uh, I was just about to." I didn't like the sound of this.

He turned to me and lowered his face so that his mouth was next to my ear. "The rules are very simple. The game is called keep away. You and Tara run, and whoever catches you…well, I'll let you use your imagination."

I was in complete and utter shock. "What? You've got to be kidding me. I'm not playing anything like that."

"Too late." He waggled his eyebrows and gave my butt a light spank.

As he started counting down from ten, Tara giggled and grabbed my hand and started to run with me in tow. I had no choice but to run with her or else I was going to fall flat on my face. After a few minutes, she let go and went her way. I stopped cold and spun around. I was going to head back to the car...that is if I could find my way.

Suddenly I saw a couple of flashlights in the distance and they were headed straight for me. I panicked and wound my way around the markers not knowing where I was going. I glanced back for only a second, when I hit a brick wall. At least it felt like a brick wall. I stumbled back and landed on my butt.

"Ouch!" My eyes were closed and I rubbed my butt where I had landed. When I opened them I saw a pair of legs standing in front of me. I slowly looked upwards and there, standing over me, was my captor. Damn.

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It wasn't a brick wall I hit, it was Eric...and he was like a brick wall. He chuckled and squatted before me. "You should look where you're going Sookie."

He reached out and I thought he was going to help me up, but he just cupped my face with his hand. I swatted it away, upset.

"I'm not playing this stupid game. I want to go home, now." I know, I was acting like a baby, but I did not want to be here right now. I made the mistake of looking him right in the eye. Okay...maybe I did want to be here.

"Ya know, if your butt is still smarting, I'd be happy to rub it for you."

Yesyesyesyes… "No, that's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore."

I twisted to one side to see where my purse was, and when I turned back he was leaning much, much closer. He was so close, in fact, that I had to lean back. Obviously that didn't stop him because he leaned forward again, and again I leaned back.

His arms were now on either side of me bracing his body as he hovered over me. I licked my lips and I felt his breath on my cheek. I was practically dripping at the site of the veins on his muscular arms.

"Eric..."

He repositioned himself and straddled my hips. A certain appendage of his was definitely pressing against my abdomen, straining to be released from those tight jeans. He put a finger to my lips. "Shhh."

My face showed confusion, but then I heard voices in the distance. Suddenly we were hit by two flashlights and I heard Al's voice. "Aww, damn, I wanted the new one. Eric, you have all the luck."

They took off, presumably after Tara, and Eric looked down at me, his fingers still on my lips. Oh fuck me, all I had to do was part my lips and reach out with my tongue, and if I opened my mouth wider, his fingers would just slip right in for me to suckle.

I felt him press himself harder into my abdomen and I knew he was doing it on purpose. His other hand pressed lightly against my collarbone and traveled down the valley to the buttons on my shirt. One by one he slowly unbuttoned each button, pushing the material away to reveal my red satin bra. I thought more about stopping him, but my body and my brain were pitched in a great battle, and I don't think my brain was winning.

His fingers, still on my lips, ghosted back and forth over them and he licked his lips at the sight of the swells of my breasts. He was eyeing them through the red like they were a pair of ripe juicy apples. With his free hand, he brushed over my swollen nipples, and they hardened further with each pass. A soft low moan escaped my lips, and my hips involuntarily pushed up to meet the apex of his jeans.

Just when he was about to undo the front clasp of my bra, he stopped and jumped off of me. A flash of lightening snaked across the sky, followed by a clap of thunder. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. "Come on... let's get out of here."

So there I was, shirt hanging open, purse clutched under my arm, running hand-in-hand to his car, getting soaked to the skin from the rain that decided to pour down on us.

We dove into his car and he looked at me and grinned. "I guess I should take you home now."

I started buttoning up my shirt and all I could think was… what the hell kind of game was he playing?