We moved to press our bodies closer. I felt Meryl's hand slowly move up my thigh. I slipped my hand under her blouse and caressed her back. Her hand gently touched my groin. The Price to Pay (Prequel) - Vol. 1.1 - Symptoms? by Alys

The ball from my free-kick thumped in the back of the net. There was a huge cheer from our section of the crowd. I raised my hands in triumph. Within seconds the whistle went for the end of the game. There was instant hysteria as our small crowd of supporters, cheered widely at our last gasp victory. I felt utterly exhausted and was only prevented from collapsing on the pitch by Sion and Lyr grabbing me by the arms and supporting me standing. What a great result. For the first time in its history Cwm Wysg school had won the South Wales schools football championship and I had scored the winnning goal!

"Great goal!" said Mr Jones the team coach patting me on the shoulder.

"Well done everyone, that was a fantastic result!", he continued looked around the battered and bruised team.

I sat down on the proffered chair. I wasn't sure why I had lost a bit of stamina recently. I seemed to have lost a bit of weight too. I hadn't remembered feeling this exhausted at the end of a game before. Sion handed me an energy drink and soon I was feeling well enough to stand.

Suddenly a whirlwind of long blond hair engulfed me in a hug

"Oh Celyn, that was so awesome the way you scored the goal, and that oaf who kept fouling you should have been sent off", stated Meryl with indignation as she continued to hold me around the waist.

Sion and few others expressed their assent

"Come on everyone, it's time for the presentation", called out Mr Jones

The team assembled itself into a roughly orderly line and we walked up to the table where the secretary of the schools' FA, Mr Wilkins, was holding the trophy to present to me, the team captain.

"Well played lad", he said handing it over, "you must me one of the youngest players ever to play in this competition. How are old are you, son?" he asked

"14, sir", I replied.

"You are very talented, well done", he shook my hand and then I turned to hold up the trophy to our supporters. There was roar of approval and flashes of cameras as the moment was captured by the two local newspapers and by some of our supporters.

After receiving our winners' medals we did the traditional lap of honour around the stadium and then it was time for a well earned shower and some food.

Sion, Meryl and myself slowly cycled back to the valley. We reached the road leading to my house and for once I was too lacking in energy to do one of my usual little tricks to be first through the gate.

"What's up Celyn?", asked Sion, looking surprised at the unusual tame ending to our ride home.

"Not sure, I have felt quite tired these last few weeks", I replied

"Yes I had noticed that you weren't as sharp as usual on the pitch, Celyn", noted Meryl.

"I think I just need a good rest after all the build up and the game itself", I said as I put my bike away. I took Meryl's and put it next to mine.

"Are you staying for some food?", I asked Sion.

"Thanks for the offer", he replied, "my Mother will be expecting me and waiting to hear how we got on. She wasn't in when I phoned earlier. And anyway you two would probably appreciate some time together", he continued, smiling knowingly and winking at me.

We all laughed and Sion rode off back to the main road.

"He is right, you know", said Meryl, "I haven't seen much of you these last few weeks, will all your football and my netball. Roll on the end of the season!"

An hour later, after we had had some refreshments. We sat, cuddled together, on the sofa, listening to the gentle voice of Meinir Gwilym singing her mixture or individual and romantic songs.

"I'm so lucky I've got you", I said, caressing her hair.

"I feel the same", she replied slowly moving her hand over my chest.

"Did I tell you that there was an agent from Man United* there?"

"Wow, no you didn't. Did he talk to you?"

"Yes he told me that if I continued to play as well as I was that there was a very good chance they would sign me for their youth team"

"Oh my god, that is amazing. You deserve a well done kiss for that"

Meryl pulled me towards her and kissed me. I returned her kiss and we began to lose ourselves in our slow burning passion. Everything felt so right at that moment. My life seemed so perfect.

We moved to press our bodies closer. I felt Meryl's hand slowly move up my thigh. I slipped my hand under her blouse and caressed her back. Her hand gently touched my groin.

The pain was indescribable. I threw myself on the floor, clutching my penis and testicles. I screamed as the extremely sharp shooting pains seemed to spread throughout my body.

"What's wrong Celyn?", yelled Meryl, "I'm sorry...what did I do, can't you stop screaming?"

"Doctor......phone.......hallway", I managed to say between my howls of pain.

*Manchester United, one of the most successful UK football teams