Free White Liar by T.J. Sin

him and all Justin could think about was how he could inconspicuously scratch at his crotch.   What in the hell is going on?
    "Justin!"   Coach focused in on him and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.   Justin stared back at him, struggling to pay attention with the irritation that was now building like a wild fire in between his legs.
    "Let's knock them out with the one-two punch.   You and John run the Statue of Liberty play.   That should put up some fast points on the board."
    Justin bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, the acrid taste of blood filling his mouth instantly.   His groin was now itching something fierce and it took everything that he had in him to not bawl like a baby right there in front of Coach.   That would have been beyond embarrassing.  
    "Mmm hmmm." Justin haphazardly mumbled because at this point, he couldn't find the words to speak.   The itch was turning into a burn and it was driving him insane.
    Coach slapped him hard on his helmet. "Go get em' tiger."   Justin tried to shoot a positive smile but it came out more of a grimace.
    The Coach didn't notice though.   He just turned and headed to the bench, leaving Justin to take the field.   While he half walked, half ran to take his place in the huddle, Justin breathed out raggedly.   The itching was getting even worse, painful even.   It felt almost like he had a scorching fire burning hot in his pants.   It was so bad that he could think of nothing else other than the wanting, no the   needing   of immediate relief.  
    Unfortunately, there was no relief in sight.
    When he finally reached the center of the huddle after his   torturous   walk, Justin noticed John standing off to the side, clawing mercifully at his groin too.   His face was pinched with pain and it was then that the truth dawned on him.  
    L ifting his head, he glanced up into the bleachers.   His eyes scanned the crowd.   It took him all of five seconds to find out what, or rather whom, it was that he was looking for.  
    A nd what do you know.   There she was, smiling crookedly at him.   Her eyes danced with laughter as she stood and rubbed mockingly at both sides of her inner legs.   It was the she devil herself and she had finally made good on her promise of payback at the worst possible time.
    “Da mn it!" Justin cursed under his breath.   He might as well just bend on over now he figured, because she just found the perfect way to screw him up the ass-   royally.  
    Chapter 9  

 
           
    Sitting up in the stands Chloe couldn’t wait to see his face.   This was going to be the revenge of all revenges, the ultimate retribution that she hungered for and it was going to be the epic of all epicness.        
      For the briefest of moments there was a small pang of guilt that   assuaged   her when she thought back to how excited John had looked when he first saw her on her door step.   His smile of appreciation was sincere and just about undid her.   Frowning, she rubbed at the back of her neck uncomfortably.
      “What’s wrong?”
    She turned to Erica and quickly pushed out of her mind all thoughts of John.   The guilt moment was brief, but then it was gone.   She had to remember first and foremost exactly who and   what   John was.   At the end of the night when it all came down to it, he would be no different than the rest of them.   He was after all, a master player.   He would surely expect to get in her pants and that is why she had to do what she was doing, for propriety’s sake if nothing else.  
    “Nothing,” she quickly replied and shot her cousin a telling smile. “At least not anymore.”
    Erica beamed brightly back at Chloe, her eyes wide.   “So it’s done then.”

     
            Nodding Chloe answered. “Yep, it’s done.   This game should be… let’s say… entertaining.”   Entertaining she thought was putting it mildly.   This game should be out and out hilarious if all goes as