AN: A couple people have asked me if I was going to do an EPOV. Normally I would, but this is really Sookie's story to tell. We may find out briefly in a future chapter what's up with him and the games, but for now... let's enjoy a nice game of soccer, shall we? *grins*. Oh, and yes, Sookie is going to start trying to get back at him, but bear with her. She's new at this and not very good...for now (insert evil laugh here)

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SOCCER GAME

I was tired of whatever Eric's game was. Last Friday night at the cemetery was unbelievable, and I kicked myself for letting it get as far as it did. Christ, my blouse was open and everything. Of course, a part of me didn't mind. After all, this was Eric we were talking about, and I'd wanted him since I first laid eyes on him. I was by no means a virgin, but I wasn't ready to give it up with others around, let alone in a cemetery. Thank goodness for the thunder and lightening.

So, you'll have to forgive me if I was somewhat suspicious when he called me earlier today and asked me to meet him at the bleachers tonight just before sunset. I knew he didn't have practice or a game this evening, so I thought it was a strange place to meet.

First I debated whether I should go. Then, when I decided to see what he was up to, I must have paced back and forth in front of my closet for an hour. I swear I could see a path being worn into the carpeting. Amelia had passed by my room on more than one occasion and finally stopped and rolled her eyes at me.

She knew Eric's penchant for playing games. "Geez, girl, just pick something out to wear. Who cares what it is." She sat on the edge of my bed. "Look, Eric come across as a player, but from what I heard, he only does it to girls he really, really likes. Did you ever think of that? Maybe it's just his way."

I stared at her, mouth agape, ready to blast her for interfering, but shut it quickly. I had never thought of it that way. "So what should I do? You know I like him."

She did. I had told her from the minute I met him. "Simple. Fight fire with fire. He wants to play games to show you how much he likes you...you play back."

She grinned and delved into my closet. It was still warm out, and she pulled out an almost skin-tight pair of jeans that laced up the sides, but left exposed skin. Then she pulled out a halter top with a shelf bra that was aqua and white and set off my tan from the local tanning salon. Just before I left I threw on some white sandals and a shrug, which covered my shoulders and a heart shaped tattoo on the back of my left one.

I sat in my car at the stadium in a quandary. Should I get out or not? Was I really going to do this? Could I play as good a game as he was playing with me? I wasn't the type of person who played games, and I'd never done this before, but Amelia was right. I had to fight fire with fire. I sighed heavily and got out walking over to the bleachers.

At first glance I was alone, standing in the bleachers feeling a little silly, but then I caught a figure moving towards me from the other end of the row. It seemed like an eternity passed until he reached me, but there he was, standing in front of me. He was wearing track shorts that were stretched and left little to the imagination, and a tank top with the school mascot on it – University of Shreveport Tigers.

"So what did you want to see me about?" I tried to ask more business-like in tone.

"You look good tonight." His eyes drank me in from top to bottom.

I twisted from side to side. "Oh this ol' thing? I just threw it on."

I removed my shrug slowly, showing off my curves under the tight clothes I was wearing. I swear his bulge grew before my eyes and really tested the stretchiness of the already tightly stretched shorts fabric. He shifted his stance as if he was a little uncomfortable and winced.

"What's the matter, Eric?" I smirked, knowing that turnabout was fair play. I don't have an overly inflated ego about my looks, but I was very pretty, and was determined to flirt back.

He stammered a bit with his words, "I…um..."

"Were you guys practicing this evening? I didn't think there was soccer practice today." I walked down the steps towards the field, shrug in hand.

"Uh, no. I was just…practicing my kicks." I saw his eyes roaming my back, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Is what, what you think it is?" I grinned sheepishly. I knew he had seen it.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo." I stopped and he came down behind me. I felt his fingers gently tracing the outline of the heart and my body shuddered under his touch.

I pulled away, though. I was the one who was supposed to be teasing him tonight. I looked over my shoulder and ran a hand over my right butt cheek. "It's not the only one I have." I winked at him and walked down all the way to the field, leaving him there with his mouth hanging open.

I turned and chuckled. In my most seductive voice, I asked, "I've always wanted to learn how to play soccer. Would you show me how to play with your ball?" I was pointing to what was sitting next to him on the bench…or was I?

He swallowed hard and just stood there. My eyebrows hitched. "Eric?"

He shook himself out of his hormone induced coma and grabbed the soccer ball, joining me on the field.

I scanned him up and down and again used my seductive voice. "So what position do you want me in?"

Again with the hard swallow. I was beginning to think he could dish it out. He just had a hard time taking it. My eyes went to his bulge. Oh my, definitely a hard time.

"I…I play center."

"That's nice. I like being forward. Kind of makes me feel like I'm on top of things." I emphasized a few words to get his pulse going quicker. "So, are you going to show me a few of your moves or what?"

I dropped the shrug and suddenly the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. Uh oh. I didn't like that look, and something deep down told me I was in trouble. I hadn't thought this all the way through and I was kind of winging it. Poor choice of words on my part and Eric was much better at this than I was.

He dropped the ball and came around behind me, his lips pressed to my ear. "I have several moves you'd be interested in. Let me show you where I want you…and how I want you."

Now I was swallowing hard. I felt his arms circle my waist from behind and his fingers brushed over my stomach just under the hemline of the shirt. He pulled me back against him and whispered seductively, "Stand just like this."

I could feel that certain part of him pressing against me, and it took all my strength not to grind back into him. Because, sure as I'm standing here, if I did that, things were definitely going to go way further than I would have intended. I just wanted to teach him a little lesson about playing games with people.

His fingers skimmed down my arms to my hands and he raised them up and out to my sides. "You have to restrain yourself from using your hands. But you can use any other part of your body you want."

My, my, did the humidity kick in or something? When did things get so turned around all of a sudden? Where was my play the player attitude? Damn it, he was so good at this.

"You know, I just realized that you're not properly dressed to play soccer. I couldn't possibly teach you my moves in that outfit."

He came around in front of me and pulled off his shirt. My lips parted and a whispered groan escaped them. His body was muscular and had just the right amount of definition. Was it so wrong that I just wanted to run my tongue all over that chest? And OMG, those nipples reminded me of pencil erasers.

"I think you'd look much better playing in this."

Oh no he didn't just give me his tank top to wear! "Um…well…I don't have anything to wear, you know, underneath."

"No problem. We're alone out here, just you and me. Who's going to know? Would you like some help?"

Before I could respond, he circled around behind me and slowly tugged at the ties around my neck. I felt the halter top loosen and reached up to hold it in place before it fell down.

I quickly threw the tank top on and inhaled as it came over my head. Fuckinghell, it smelled like him.

In front of me again, he reached up under the tank top and pulled down my shirt, his knuckles dragging down between my breasts. He continued pulling it down over my hips until I had to step out of it. "Mmm, a little better."

As he started backing up to a standing position, his fingers ran over the exposed skin through the laces on the sides of the jeans. He made a tut-tut sound, "These jeans will never do. You can't play the field wearing those."

I could see where this was headed and decided to change my tactics by distracting him. "So, Eric, what did you want to see me about anyway?"

I had to shake him from another hormone induced staring contest with my breasts (realizing of course that my nipples were tenting the top). The gears were turning in his brain before he answered.

"You know, I completely forgot what I was going to ask you. I guess it wasn't that important." He came closer to me, very close to me. "So, shall we continue our lesson?"

"Maybe we should forget the lesson, huh. Apparently I'm not properly dressed for it. Maybe another time?"

I turned to go and he put his hands on my shoulders. "Oh no," he said with a lustful tone, "you wanted to play, so I'm going to teach you how to play."

I felt him pressed against me and somehow my hips involuntarily pushed back into him. I heard a low growl at the base of my neck as he placed an open kiss there. His tongue slid over and up to the sensitive spot right behind my ear.

I moaned a little louder this time and heard him hiss in my ear, "You look so fucking hot in my tank." I felt his hands reaching around my waist and settle on the button to my jeans. "Now, where did you say that other tattoo was?"

I was so screwed at this point. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this… unless Eric decided to do one of his 'I'm going to tease you and leave you hanging' moves.

I pressed my hands over his, making sure that's all they were doing was resting there. "I didn't actually say where the other one was."

He moved a hand away and ran it over my right hip and slid it down my butt cheek. "Oh but I can guess where. Will you at least tell me what it is?"

There was no way I was going to tell him that I was so over enthusiastic to be coming to U of S that I got a little tattoo of the tiger mascot on my hip.

He nibbled on my earlobe, and I all but fell to pieces. "I'd rather not say," I managed to get out breathlessly just as I felt the button pop on my jeans.

My brain was screaming stopstopstop, but my body was screaming gogogo. He laced his fingers with mine and placed them on the zipper.

I felt my body flip the switch to my brain and it shut down, letting my body have control. Bad body, bad body.

I turned my head to the left and said, "Eric, I don't think we should…"

His right hand reached up and stroked my cheek and my head rolled back into the crook of his neck. Again he whispered, "I just want a little peek. No one but me will see."

Our fingers, still resting on the zipper, began lowering it all the way down. I kept screaming internally at my body to move away, to run away, but it wouldn't listen to me. It had a mind of its own now.

Unfortunately, with these types of jeans, underwear is optional. Tonight, I had opted out. With his fingers at the top of the fabric, he started to scoot them down over my hips. I was trying to remember where my hands were and what they were doing. Why weren't they stopping him? Oh geez, that's because they were helping him?!?!

Just as my tiger was about to make an appearance, I heard some shouting from the other side of the field. We both snapped out of our fog and focused on where the voices were coming from.

Shit, it was a few of the other soccer players. I quickly righted my jeans and grabbed my top and shrug from the ground. I spun around to face Eric who was looking like sex personified.

"Um, thanks for the lesson. I'll talk to you later."

I hightailed it out of there before he could say anything and practically ran back to my car. When I got home I threw my purse and clothes down next to the door.

Amelia and Pam looked over from the couch and Amelia quipped, "So… how did it go?"

I slumped into the La-Z-Boy chair. "Don't ask," I grumbled.

They both snorted and laughed, and Pam just shook her head. "That well huh?"