..........he kissed me on my forehead, cheeks and neck while gently squeezing my breast. "I guess I'm not such a good girl then....lucky your parents and sister are away" The Price to Pay - Vol. 4.4 - A Kiss too far? by Alys

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Part 4
 

"You've got me begging you for Mercy...Why won't you release me..."

The sound of Duffy's huge hit resonated through JJ's. I mouthed the lyrics to Siá´n as we danced close in the club. He smiled back at me and pulled me towards him, we moved together in time to the music, bodies touching.

"She's great, don't you think?" Siá´n shouted into my year.

"What a voice, and Welsh too!" I shouted back.

"What a combination, you can't beat it," he responded.

"Maybe there is a way," I said as I pulled his head down towards me and pressed my lips into his. We kissed and slowly swayed to the last couple of songs, oblivious to everything, except our desire for each other.

The club lights came on and some anonymous rock muzak replaced the DJ.

We made our way to Siá´n's car. The early October night was chilly especially given the skimpy, clingy dress I was wearing. I shivered.

"You OK?" asked Siá´n.

"I'm OK," I said laughing," just a bit of a shock after the heat in JJ's. I might need warming up soon though, any ideas what we can do?"

"I might have" said Siá´n in a teasing voice, caressing my bare shoulder.

A short journey later, Siá´n pulled into the driveway of his family's home on the outskirts of town.

"So what happens now then?" I asked.

"Isn't this where I ask you if you want a cup of coffee?" he replied.

"What if I don't like coffee?" I asked.

"Then I should take you home, but it's too late for that so maybe you'll have to sleep in the car." He responded indicating the back seat.

"You'd let me FREEZE to death?" I responded in mock serious tone.

"I might lend you a blanket or even two if you asked nicely," he said smiling while unbuckling his seat belt.

"In that case I guess I could try the coffee, I suppose," I said as I took my own seat belt off," remember though no funny business I'm a good girl, as you can see from the colour of my dress"

"What colour do good girls wear then?" He asked me as we made our way to the front door.

"What a question. Good girls wear pure, virginal white of course" I responded pretending to be affronted.

Siá´n opened the door and I followed him in.

"Just one thing though Celyn," said Siá´n as he closed the door behind us and took me in his arms.

"What is that?" I whispered as I slipped my hand under his shirt and caressed his chest.

"Your dress is black," Siá´n whispered back as he kissed me on my forehead, cheeks and neck while gently squeezing my breast.

"I guess I'm not such a good girl then....lucky your parents and sister are away"

Some hours later, our desires sated I lay with my head on Siá´n's arm, my body pressing into his, my arm across his chest, while he slowly caressed my back.

"That was wonderful Siá´n," I said quietly.

"Yes, you are amazing Celyn," he responded sleepily.

"I love you so much," I whispered closing my eyes as exhaustion swept over me.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

Franklinstein held his scalpel up in the air, I tried to scream but the duct tape on my mouth made it impossible to make any noise and even made breathing difficult. I struggled against the thick ropes tied to my arms and legs, restraining me on the huge, blood stained marble slab.

"This is what we do to freaks!" he shouted at me as he moved the dirty stained scalpel towards my naked body. He paused, with the blade tip just above my stomach, his face contorted with a manic expression. Suddenly an alarm went off. He looked up. The sound of the alarm changed into a ring-tone. Nickleback's latest hit. Franklinstein and associated horrors disappeared as I opened an eye and reached out a hand in the direction of the sound. Siá´n was comatose beside me on his bed so I pressed talk on the phone and held it to my ear.

"Yeah?" I mumbled a bit gruffly.

"Oh hello is that Siá´n?" asked a familiar voice.

It was Mr Jones the football coach! I sat up in shock.

"Um no it's Celyn." I replied in a more normal tone.

There was a slight pause.

"Is Siá´n there?" he asked in a strange voice.

"Yes, well, he is, but he's , um, still asleep" I replied feeling extremely embarrassed even though it was only a phone call. The reality of discussing my sex life, even by implication, with my football coach was disturbing, especially when I was lying in bed next to another member of the team.

Siá´n stirred and half opened an eye.

"Who is it love?" He asked in a voice heavy with sleep.

"Oh, Mr Jones, Siá´n is awake now, do you want to speak to him?"

"It's OK Celyn, I was going to phone you afterwards, it's for both of you" he responded.

"What is it?" I asked.

By this time Siá´n was wide awake listening to the conversation, his mouth dropped when he heard me refer to the coach by name as he realised who the caller was.

"We have a game this morning with Ysgol Casnewydd, it's a friendly and they only confirmed by fax half an hour ago" Mr Jones explained.

"Wow Ysgol Casnewydd," I exclaimed, looking at Siá´n whose expression showed him to be similarly impressed that the school team that had been top in the whole of Wales for the last decade, and didn't even play in our local league since they were considered too strong, were playing at our school.

"Yes, it's a great opportunity to see how well we have progressed over the last few years. Unfortunately I am four players down, there was an eighteenth birthday party last night and, well I'm sure you can guess what happened..."

"I see, but how does this affect us?" I asked.

"I need you both to play" he replied simply.

"I'm sure that Siá´n will be up for it but..." I said.

"I want you to play too Celyn" Mr Jones stated emphatically.

"I thought that I couldn't play for the team and....anyway I'm leaving school, so maybe there is no point", I responded.

"I heard about you possibly leaving, I hope you change your mind and there is no problem about you playing it's only a friendly. We're starting in half an hour, can you get here by then?"

"Half an hour, um I'm not sure," I said looking at Siá´n who still looked in a bit of a daze, he mouth 'no way' to me.

"Do your best, I'll start the match with some under-16's, get here as soon as you can, bye," said Mr Jones, speaking in a hurry before he ended the call.

Siá´n jumped out of bed and pulled on a clean t-shirt. He pulled out some boxers from his clothes drawer and put them in followed by a clean pair of black jeans. He turned round and saw that I hadn't moved.

"Come on Celyn, hurry up, if we're lucky with the traffic we might only miss the start of the game"

"You go, I'll wait for you here" I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't have any clothes to wear" I stated simply.

"Well I think I see your panties on the landing," he said smiling," and if I remember your dress made it halfway up the stairs"

"I can't wear those clothes to school!"

"I guess you don't have much choice since my sister is only ten and her clothes will be too small and mine will be too big."

"and there is another thing.."

"What?" asked Siá´n pausing in putting his shoes on to look at me.

"well I need something else to wear"

Siá´n looked at me in puzzlement, "Mr Jones will have kit for us and I'm sure he can find you a pair of boots, so what is the problem?"

"I haven't got a bra!"

"Oh.."

"I can't play without a bra," I continued," my boobs will be bouncing all over the place"

"That is a problem and we don't have time to go to your place.."

Suddenly Siá´n smiled, "I know," he stated.

"What?"

"Why don't you phone your Mum and ask her to bring whatever you need to the school"

"Love you're a genius!" I said as I jumped out to bed, gave Siá´n a hug and then gathered my clothes from the landing and the stairs, slipping into them downstairs as I took my mobile out of my bag and pressed quick dial three for my Mother. Luckily for me she was working from home that morning and agreed straight away to bring me what I needed.

Three quarters of an hour later we pulled into the school car park. In the field nearby hundreds of pupils from the lower school were cheering as players from our team moved the ball forward. Siá´n and I made our way quickly along the path to the school pitch. A groan came from the crowd as one of the players from our team went down injured after a tackle, the ball was kicked out of play and there was quiet which unfortunately for me was punctuated by the sound of my three inch heels on the concrete path. Some of the children who were nearest turned towards the sound and once they noticed what I was wearing they alerted their neighbours.

I blushed as I became the focus of attention of hundreds of my fellow pupils, I became aware of the movement of my breasts under my tight dress as I walked quickly towards the players and trainers area on the pitch side. The cool Autumn morning added to my embarrassment by making my nipples more prominent.

"Siá´n and um, Celyn, well done you made it," said Mr Jones looking a little shocked by my appearance," well done, there's still twenty minutes of the first half can you get changed quickly," he continued handing over some clean kit to us. Siá´n rushed off to the changing room.

"I need to wait for my Mum, she's bringing my boots," I said remaining standing.

"There's plenty of spare boots in the box there, Celyn, I'm sure you can find a pair to fit," Mr Jones stated.

I hesitated.

"Um, she's bringing me something else that I need to wear," I said quietly to him as I quickly indicated my upper body.

The coach looked puzzled. He stared at me and then glancing at my breasts realisation dawned.

"Oh, I see, well I hope she gets here soon we're two-nil down already"

Ten minutes later I saw my Mother's yellow Astra Hatchback pull into the school. I quickly made my way over to the car and hugged her.

"Your make up is a bit of a mess, Celyn," she said.

"Sorry Mum can't stop to chat I need to get on the pitch, have you got the stuff?"

She handed me my sports bag and I walked as fast as I could to the changing rooms, cursing my heels as I once again attracted attention of the younger pupils. I heard a few whistles and then just as I was turning to go into the sports centre to change I heard a familiar young voice.

"Hi Celyn! Are you going to play?" Shouted Seren, the pupil in the lower school who had confessed his transgendered status to me.

"Yes, gotta change now," I yelled back as I grasped the handle of the door to the girls' changing room. It was locked. I stared at the door in disbelief. I pulled the handle to no avail. Mrs Simons must have locked the door thinking that there would be no games lessons while everyone was watching the match.

I considered my options and realised that it was one of those Hobson moments*. I turned and went into the boys' changing rooms. It was strange being back in a room that I had used for so long, initially legitimately, latterly in disguise, but that was now not appropriate for me to enter.

I undressed quickly, hanging my dress on a spare peg, away from the rest of the team's clothes. I opened the bag and took out my sports bra and boots. Suddenly the noise of nylon studs on the changing room floor startled me. I looked around to see Elfed, one of the lumps who disliked me, running into the changing room. Instinctively I put my arms over my breasts. He stopped and stared at me.

"Nice tits and panties, freak," he sneered and ran on into the toilet.

I quickly put my sports bra and shorts on and by the time the rest of the team walked in I was just pulling my football top on. I noticed that a few of them glanced at my bra before I sat down. Siá´n sat down next to me. Mr Jones looked quizzically at my dress on the clothes peg.

"The girls' was locked, sir" I explained

"OK" He responded before launching into his team talk, trying to revive his struggling team that had somehow managed not to concede any more goals.

Ten minutes into the second half and things were still looking bleak for us. Casnewydd had almost scored a couple of times, both times being thwarted by brave and desperate defence. Our attack still posed little problem to them. When their players had seen me running on with the team I had heard one of them say.

"This lot are pathetic, they're playing a girl!"

They had immediately discounted me of being any threat to them and it hadn't helped that on the two occasions when I could have been in a good position for a run at their defence, Elfed, who was in attack with me had deliberately given me poor passes making it impossible to do anything before I was tackled.

Suddenly we had a break from our defence, as they pushed forward trying to get a match winning third. Myself and Elfed against two of their players, I slipped the pass to him, putting one of their players out of contention, all he had to do was pass back to me and I would only have the goalie to beat. Instead he carried on with the ball and in the end ran himself into an impossible angle and shot into the side netting. I ran over to him furious.

"Why didn't you pass, Elfed? I had a clear shot on goal!" I asked him.

"I'm not giving you any chances to score, freak." He sneered and walked away.

"Well don't expect me to be as stupid as you" I said to his back.

This slight threat to their goal meant that Casnewydd were a little more careful in defence and the game became less open, although they were still dominating possession. Next time I was back in our half I sought out Siá´n. I told him what I wanted him to do.

The ball came to me wide out on the left from Siá´n's astute pass, I moved the ball cautiously towards the first opponent then just as he was about to tackle, with a change of pace that I had not been able to show before in the game I was past him and moving towards the goal, two defenders came towards me, I swerved out to the left and drew them towards me, with another following behind, I held my position for half a second and then skipped towards the line, crossing towards the far post, where Elfed, who had worked out what was coming was waiting, unmarked to nod the ball into the net. There was pandemonium as the crowd went wild. Elfed punched his fist in the air and instinctively ran towards me in celebration and then suddenly remembering who I was, stopped to be enveloped by team mates. Siá´n and a few others came over to congratulate me.

The game became more even as Casnewydd attempted to defend their lead more effectively. I now had two opponents watching me in everything I did and no other clear opportunity presented itself. In the meantime they still threatened to score again. I ran over to Siá´n and made a suggestion. A few minutes an opportunity arose, he took the ball and shaped to pass in my direction on the left but instead hit it towards the right to where I had sprinted to receive it. I went outside the first opponent and inside the next before hitting the ball low towards the penalty area where Elfed was perfectly positioned to side foot the ball in the goal. This time the sound was deafening, Elfed run towards me, hesitated and then continued. He held out a hand and I grasped his

"That was a fantastic pass Celyn like the earlier one, sorry for what I called you" he said, before he was again enveloped in embraces from the rest of the team.

"How long ref?" asked the captain of Casnewydd as he proceeded to restart the game.

"Five minutes, Alex," replied the referee who was also the coach of the visitors.

Our opponents were content to play out a draw, and so the game was dissipating into aimless passes. Siá´n and I had maybe one last trick up our sleeves. I got the ball in the centre of the field but this time to the surprise of the opposition I moved it forward staying in the centre, two of their defenders came towards me, blocking my progress, I shaped to move left, they followed and then with the outside of my boot I curled the ball right into path of Siá´n sprinting down the wing, I ran forward, jumping over the leg that was put out trying to trip me to receive the perfect return. I let the ball run ahead of me a few feet and then struck it sweetly with the inside of my left foot towards the far top corner of the net. The Casnewydd goalie made a despairing flail at the ball as it skimmed past him but his slight contact only diverted the ball onto the inside of his post and into the net.

The crowd went completely mental. The screaming and shouting was at a tremendous volume.

Siá´n ran over to me and hugged me

"You are brilliant!", he said before kissing me. The world around became a whirl of back slaps, congratulations and cheers, and then it was just Siá´n and I putting everything into our physical contact, turning our celebratory embrace into passion and desire. The cheers became louder.

Our idyll was interrupted by the sound of a whistle being blown repeatedly very close by. We broke off and looked up.

"You're booked!" said the opposition coach, as he took out his yellow card and held it aloft while pointing at me.

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobson%27s_choice

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To Be Continued...
 
End of Part Four