Off Limits

by Vanessa Winters

  Sophie and I barely know each other. That’s not to say I’ve never hooked up with a girl I barely knew, but… I don’t know, Sophie seems different. We only talked for like twenty minutes, but I think I like her. I don’t want to ruin it in some disgusting over-used bedroom.

  Luckily, Damien isn’t in his room. He’s the cleanest guy on the team, so I know his place is safe. I open the door and usher Sophie inside. I follow behind her, turning on the light. Nothing nefarious can happen with the light on. That’s just science.

  “Am I going to catch anything if I sit on the bed?” Sophie asks.

  “Should be clean. Damien usually does his business elsewhere.”

  “Ah. I have experience with that.”

  My stomach drops. Sophie made it seem like she never comes to hockey parties or hangs out with the guys on the team. Did I read more into it than I should have? Has she hooked up with Damien?

  Would it make a difference if she did?

  I’ve hooked up with girls my friends have also hooked up with. It’s not a big deal, usually. I just feel like with Sophie, it could be more than a one-night thing. I don’t know if I can be in a relationship with someone who has slept with my teammate. What if she has feelings for him?

  “So, uh, you and Damien, then?” I finally say.

  Sophie blinks a few times. “What? Oh, no. I never… I live with Carmen. Damien has spent the night with her a few times. That’s what I meant.”

  Oh, right. They’d talked about that when Carmen and Sophie first arrived earlier. I should’ve known that’s what she meant.

  My entire body relaxes. Sophie hasn’t been with anyone on the hockey team. At least, that I know of. I’d rather I never know if she did. Ignorance is bliss.

  “So,” Sophie says.

  “So.”

  “It’s quieter up here.”

  “That it is. We can talk. Get to know each other.”

  “Yeah. So. What’s your last name?”

  I laugh. “Harper. What’s yours?”

  “Dunlap,” She says. “What number do you wear on your jersey?”

  “37.”

  “Why?”

  I consider this. A lot of my teammates have cool stories about why they chose their numbers. Mine is not cool at all.

  “It was the only jersey that fit me when I started hockey as a kid, and I stuck with it ever since.”

  “That’s surprising. I thought it was going to be some big story.”

  “Sorry to disappoint.”

  “Maybe you should make up something more exciting for when you go pro.”

  I chuckle, “What would be a good story?”

  “Your mom’s favorite number?” Sophie suggests. “The year your grandma was born? The number of goals you scored your first season?”

  I laugh. “I absolutely did not score thirty-seven goals in my first season.”

  “Who cares? It’s a better story than ‘the jersey fit’ don’t you think?”

  “Why can’t it be something really cool? Like the aliens who abducted me told me I had to be number thirty-seven?”

  Sophie laughs so hard she falls back on the bed. I’ve been standing the whole time, and it’s starting to feel awkward. I sit down next to her, careful to keep some space between us.

  “No aliens,” Sophie says when she finally stops laughing. “I guess the real story is endearing. What’s your major?”

  “Econ. Yours?”

  She gasps. “Wait, seriously?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “I’m an econ major, too!”

  No wonder Sophie looked familiar when I saw her. We’ve definitely had classes together. I think we have a couple together this semester.

  “We have so much in common,” I say. “It’s like this was meant to happen.”

  Sophie rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t say that. So we’re in the same school. There are hundreds of kids in econ.”

  “And yet only two of us here. What do you do for fun?”

  “I read a lot.”

  “Oh yeah? What do you like to read?”

  She bites her lip. “It’s nerdy.”

  “So?” I nudge her shoulder, “I’ll tell you my nerdy hobby if you tell me yours.”

  “I read a lot of history books and economics articles and stuff. For fun.”

  I fight back a laugh. Of course, this girl reads school stuff for fun. “Well, I read comic books. Who is nerdier?”

  “I think we’re equally nerdy.”

  “Excellent. Do you have a favorite movie?”

  “I really like pretty much any Disney princess movie. Especially Tangled.”

  “I’ve never seen it.”

  Sophie gasps and puts more distance between us. “Tell me you’re lying!”

  I hold up my hands. “I don’t want to lie and say I’m lying. I’ve really never seen it.”

  “Oh, no. That can’t be true. I can’t be friends with someone who has never seen Tangled. I refuse.”

  She searches Damien’s bedside table for a remote. When she finds it, she searches for Tangled on a streaming service and starts the movie. We settle back against Damien’s headboard as it begins.

  Sophie quotes the movie as it plays. I can’t help but watch her more than I’m watching the TV.

  She catches me as the crazy mother has her second big song. “Hey, watch the movie!”

  I lift my hand to cup Sophie’s face. “I can’t help it. You’re much more interesting.”

  Sophie gasps again. “Take that back! I am not more interesting than Tangled.”

  I laugh. “I’ll watch it, I promise. Just . . .not right now.”

  “What do you want to do instead?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

  Instead of answering, I lean in and kiss her. Sophie meets my lips with intensity I wasn’t expecting. She wants this as much as I do.

  Before long, we’re laying on the bed, pawing at each other’s clothes. This is not what I expected to happen when I came to this party. I’m not mad that it’s where I ended up.

  After twenty minutes of making out, I move my attentions down to Sophie’s neck. I nibble at the skin below her chin, making her moan.

  “No marks,” she says. “I don’t want to have to explain a hickey to anyone.”

  I chuckle against her neck. “Same goes to you.”

  She smirks and bites my neck. “That’s no fun.”

  I adjust so I’m straddling her. “You started it.”

  I kiss her lips again, harder this time. I would be happy just kissing this woman for hours. I’ve never felt like this before.

  How can someone I just met have put such a spell over me? It makes no sense.

  I lean back and look into Sophie’s eyes. Is she feeling the same way I am? Does she feel the electricity between us, or is she only here hoping to get laid? I wouldn’t blame her if she was. That’s why girls come to hockey parties. Sophie is friends with Carmen, the biggest puck bunny at our school.

  I’m the only guy on the team who hasn’t slept with her. Now I’m glad that’s true. I doubt her best friend would be in bed with me right now if I had.

  My hand slides under Sophie’s short, black dress. The fabric is tight, but I manage to grab her thigh. The top is already pulled down, revealing her bra-covered breasts.

  I pull my lips from Sophie’s and suckle her nipples through the silky material.

  “Fuck, Matt. That feels so good.”

  I squeeze her thigh and trace the dampness forming in her panties. Sophie is ready for me. I meet her eyes and she nods.

  My belt is a pain to undo, but I get it unbuckled and start to slide my jeans down. Sophie adjusts her dress to give me better access. She’s slipping her panties down her legs when the door to Damien’s room flies open.

  Tangled is still playing on the TV and the lights are still on. There’s no hiding from our visitor.

  “Shit, sorry,” Carmen says. “I didn’t realize this room was occupied.”

  Sophie covers
her head with Damien’s blanket.

  “I know it’s you, Soph. Sorry for interrupting. Carry on!”

  Carmen closes the door, but the moment is ruined. Sophie starts to giggle under the blanket.

  “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  “Don’t worry about it. It was just Carmen.”

  “I know, but still!” She says, “She’ll never let me live this down.”

  I kiss her shoulder. “Let’s make it worth it, then.”

  Sophie bites her lip. “I don’t know, Matt. I think we should probably head downstairs.”

  I flop back onto the bed, willing my hardon to go down. Carmen just had to go and ruin it. It’s partially my fault. I could’ve locked the door.

  I’ll know better for next time.

  Sophie adjusts her clothes and climbs out of bed. She holds out a hand to help me up, but giggles when she sees the problem in my boxers.

  “I’m sorry,” she says. “It’s just…”

  “You don’t have to apologize. I just need a few minutes to calm myself down.”

  She sits back on the bed. “Lucky for you, there are only like ten minutes left in the movie. We can watch the ending.”

  I pull up my pants and buckle my belt before joining Sophie up at the headboard once again. She keeps distance between us, which is for the best. I don’t want to go back down the earlier rabbit hole. Sophie’s not into it.

  If only my cock would accept that the way my head has.

  Watching a Disney movie helps. It’s hard to be turned on with an animated chameleon on screen. Plus, it’s a pretty good movie. I like the duet the princess sings with her man. Maybe I will watch the whole thing from the beginning sometime.

  As the credits roll, Sophie turns to face me. “So, what did you think?”

  “I liked it,” I admit.

  She laughs. “The parts you saw, anyway. We missed the middle.”

  “I enjoyed the middle the most.”

  I lean forward and kiss her, but she pulls away laughing. “Nope. We’re not doing that again right now. Maybe some other time.”

  That we might have another chance is enough to get me off the bed. My hardon has gone down enough that it’s safe to go back downstairs.

  Sophie turns off the TV and fixes up the bed.

  “Do you guys use each other’s beds for hookups often?”

  “Yep. It’s one of the rules of living in the house. If you’re not using your bed, someone else can. I slept on the couch a lot of weekends when I lived here.”

  “That’s kind of gross.”

  I shrug. “You get used to it.”

  “Now I’m just thinking about all the other people who have used this bed.”

  “Damien washes his sheets once a week.”

  Sophie blows out a breath. “That’s reassuring. But what you’re saying is that not everyone in the house does that.”

  I don’t admit that I definitely didn’t wash my sheets that often when I lived here. Instead, I let her comment hang in the air between us.

  “Yeah, I don’t want to know. Let’s get back down to the party.”

  I shut off the light as we leave, wishing we could stay up here. I’d give anything to take Sophie. I better be careful with that line of thinking or I’ll end up with another embarrassing problem. Instead, I focus on what Sophie said.

  We didn’t get a chance to hook up tonight, but maybe we will in the future.

  That’ll get me through the blue balls I’ll have the rest of the party.

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