by Shey Stahl
I watched the ground as I walked, feeling guilty that she had basically admitted she was raped at sixteen and her father knew it. Made me hate him even more. But then it started eating at me that I wanted to know what Dave did to her. I wanted to know because, well, I felt like I needed to. Maybe my reasoning was to understand where she was coming from with all this.
“What did he do?”
“He, well… it started out fine but he just got rough.”
“And by rough?”
“I…” now she was the one hesitating to tell the truth. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
I nodded.
“He hit me in my face and pulled my hair.”
That wasn’t all of it, I knew that, so I tried to be as subtle about it as she was.
“Jerk.” I was putting it lightly, trying to draw some humor into the night for her sake but I wasn’t sure how she would take that. Believe me, I was fucking livid at what he’d done. But it wasn’t going to help anything tonight.
She seemed reflective, almost disappointed in herself and I didn’t want her feeling that way. “What he did wasn’t right, you know that, don’t you?”
“I know. I don’t want that life anymore. I feel like I have no one to rely on and that sucks.” And then I think she felt like she needed to explain. “I wasn’t with anyone because they forced me to be. I wanted it too. Just for the wrong reasons.”
I understood that.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“What?”
I bumped her shoulder with mine. “That you have no one to rely on. You have me, and Mase, and Ami.”
Callie smiled, knowing she has friends who love her.
“My life feels like it’s never going to be the same.”
“What makes you say that, Callie?” I needed the answer to this because having her life be the same had to include me.
“I can’t… I haven’t been with anyone since I found out. I can’t because what if that happens again? I feel like I just can’t be with anyone anymore. And for a while I didn’t think I was that great of a person. I’m starting to realize that I really am a slut.”
“No—”
She stopped me. “Yes, I am, Leo. I’ve slept with the majority of the Chicago Blackhawks and maybe a good portion of the Boston Bruins.”
I didn’t want the hear that. But I could never look at her that way or look down upon her for who she fucked. I hate that stereotypical theory that men just want pussy and only because it’s a man is it okay for it to be just that. A sexual attraction. For a girl to do that, everyone thinks there’s gotta be a reason as to why she’s like that. She can’t just want dick all the time. If she wanted to lick a different stick each night, who the fuck really cares?
Men do. They slap the chick with the slut word.
I’ve never thought of Callie that way. Ever. Sure, she’s been around but above all that, she’s my friend.
I’m not sure who slept with Callie first…me, Remy, or Evan but we all had. I’m certain I rocked her world better than them though. Fucking certain.
She’s not easy. That’s not why any of us have slept with her. She puts super models to shame, she’s beautiful and her body, goddamn. Still, that’s not entirely why I was fucking her. But what most fail to realize is that I love Callie Pratt. There. I said it. I fucking love this girl and I wish I had the balls to tell her.
Instead, I kept my mouth shut and fucked her when she lets me.
I’ve tried to date her, take her out and show her she’s special but she doesn’t do dates. In any event, I wanted this girl to need me for more than just a quickie.
“You know you can trust me, right?” I said, watching her reaction to my words.
“I know.”
“I never thought of you as a slut. Ever.”
“That’s nice, I feel loads better, like the weight of the world has been lifted.” She said, amusement finally in her tone.
“You’re welcome.”
She stopped walking when we got back around to the driveway and reached in her pocket. “I got something for you too. For Christmas.”
“Oh yeah?” I looked down to see what she was holding.
Her fist closed but when she held my hand with her left hand and pressed the cool metal into my palm, I smiled. It was heavy.
She laughed seeming nervous. “I’m not sure if it’s a paperweight or what but I had them put your number on it.”
I was kind of speechless that she got me something in the first place. There in my palm was a solid metal black hockey puck with a silver number eight engraved on it. My number.
My stare met hers. “You get one for Remy and Mase?”
“No, I didn’t.” Her lip caught between her teeth. “And don’t be all weird about it. Don’t tell them.”
I tucked the puck inside my jacket and touched the side of her face with my hand, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip before sliding both my hands over her jaw line to cup her face.
“Leo—”
“I should have been there for you.”
“You were.” She said, seeming to ease my guilt.
My breath blew out over her face, steam rolling between us from our breathing. I wasn’t sure what she’d do but then her warm lips touched mine hesitant, going easily with the moment. I did the same and pressed my body into hers wrapping my arms around her back over her jacket and then moved us so she was leaning against the side of the car, hoping my body was providing warmth to hers.
We followed each other’s guidance, holding back, pushing this further until the moment when she tentatively touched her tongue to mine. When our mouths collided, it was hungry, passionate, yearning for more, but still, cautious of the boundaries we needed to have right now. I couldn’t just attack her and I think she didn’t want to attack me. Not after what she just confessed to me.
I couldn’t take it further. Not tonight. My blood burned with the information, angry that I hadn’t put an end to it when Mase first told me Dave roughed Callie up. I should have said something. I should have stuck up for her knowing what was happening.
I didn’t though and it haunts me. Maybe that’s part of the reason I went to see Dave. Could have been. Actually, it probably was.
I wanted him to admit to me that she meant nothing to him. Maybe it would have made me feel better because you don’t do shit like that if you care for someone, right?
So I pulled back despite wanting this to go further. It wasn’t easy, believe me. I ended up taking her inside and we laid on the couch near the tree.
“Just let me hold you.” I whispered pressing one last kiss to her lips and then moving behind her so I could do just that. “I won’t try anything. Promise.”
Callie smiled and turned over moving closer so her back was against my chest.
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you.” My lips grazed her ear from behind as I whispered into the darkness of the room. “It won’t happen again.”
She said nothing but reached over and wrapped my hands around her tighter. Maybe this was me being there for her in the way that I could, right then.
Leo Orting
Hat Trick - When a player scores three goals in one game.
Do you know what happens when you lose the last two games and it’s New Year’s Eve?
You get drunk.
A bunch of us from the team met at Evan’s condo where he was throwing a party. Mase wanted to make sure Ami was experiencing the holidays the right way and that meant a huge party to ring in the new year. Not only that, Ami had just turned nineteen and couldn’t go out to the bars. Served us well. We always got into trouble at the bars anyway. This way I could crawl home if needed since we lived in the same building.
Mase and Ami were barely present. They disappeared around ten and were gone for an hour. Even when they returned, their hands were never far from one another.
“Dude.” I shoved his shoulder when he came to stand next to me. “You proposing or somethi
ng. You’re like a fuckin’ bitch in heat.”
“No. I’m not proposing.” He smiled turning to face me. “We’re just… it’s all new to us and I fuckin’ love that girl.” Mase was drunk so the next part was only said because of that and I wanted to stop him and let him know his girl was standing behind him, but I didn’t. I’m a fucker like that. “She can swallow the puck for sure.”
I pointed behind him and clapped my other hand over his shoulder. “She heard that, bud.”
His eyes went wide, face paled, as he turned to face her.
Ami immediately started laughing. No way was she mad at him. Ami took that shit well.
It was nearing midnight, just minutes to go, when Callie approached, her smile tentative as she texted someone. When she got to us, she set her phone down on the counter. “Dance with me, Orting.”
I let her lead the way to the living room where they’d pushed the couches back to make a dance floor. Remy had two chicks with him near the windows, laughing and shaking his ass like he could dance.
He couldn’t.
Me?
Oh yeah, I could. That’s why Callie dances with me. I dance good, fuck even better and play hockey the best.
Katy Perry blared through large speakers mounted on the walls as my hands ran over curves so sweet and tempting it was hard to remember there were people all around us. Not that it would ordinarily stop me but I was side tracked by this beauty in a red dress moving her ass against my dick.
She turned when everyone, including me began chanting the countdown. “Three… two… one.” My voice went lower as I leaned in. “Let me kiss you.”
“I want to go, I’m getting tired.” Callie drew back, her hair falling from her shoulder revealing her tempting skin. Ordinarily I would have kissed her, tried my luck as it stood but something about Christmas and what we did stopped me. Be a gentleman. I told myself.
“So sleep at my place.” She must have noticed the angle of my gaze.
“You know what that’s going to lead to.”
“So let it lead there.”
Everyone was screaming around us, celebrating the new year when her gaze finally landed on mine again, her hand reaching for mine.
When we got to my condo, Callie immediately went to my bed.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. Kicking off my shoes next to her heels, I grabbed two beers from the fridge and followed her path that led to my room, lit up from the cracks of the fireworks going off in downtown Chicago.
Her arms went over her head as she stretched out on my bed. My eyes immediately went to her tits in that dress. It was one that clung to her every curve leaving little to my imagination. But those assets that were left unseen had my full attention. You’d have to be blind not to notice her nipples standing out. I was hard immediately. Callie’s tits are like a gift sent from heaven. Perfect size, not much more than handfuls and perky with pink nipples that taunt me.
“You have the most comfortable bed.” She whispered, watching the sky.
“That’s what they all say.” I teased knowing she would find humor in that man-child remark. I’m not exactly the type of guy to flaunt who I’ve been with, nor do many make it back to my condo. It’s just not safe these days. I once had to call the cops to get one to leave. Since then, I’m very selective.
Callie noticed my attention to her chest and smiled. She never called me out but drew herself to a standing position and walked over to me leaning against the wall. “See something you like, Orting?”
Okay, well now she was calling me out.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” Her hands roamed over my chest as I glanced down at her with a crooked smile.
“I’ll take care of you.” I winked, trying to let her know she was in good hands but the words hit me in a strange way, as though her saying that was her trusting me. Giving me this little piece of herself she’s been withholding from everyone.
She moved slowly, inching lower down my suit jacket with a smile and then lower and fisted my dress shirt in her hands giving it a tug. Once she had it untucked, her hands caressed my bare stomach. Every muscle contracted at her touch.
“Don’t tease me.” My body lurched forward pinning her against the wall, her tits pressed against my chest when she lifted up to lock her arms around my neck. Over my shoulder the fireworks caught her eyes. My hands moved over, caressing her curves until I made it to the zipper of her dress. I waited for her to look at me, wanting to know this was okay. Sure we’d had some drinks and were both drunk but I needed to know she was comfortable with this and wanted it.
My skin flushed now, my jaw rigid as I cupped her cheeks and angled her head so I could kiss her deeper and then dropped them to run over the zipper of her dress.
I also couldn’t waste time with Callie. You gotta take your opportunities where you can get them.
I had my hand between her thighs, it seemed my hands automatically went there. Beneath my touch I could feel her wet pussy soaking her panties. Fuck yeah. She wanted me. Tentatively and watching her reaction, I pushed soaked panties aside and my finger found its way to where my dick wanted to be... deep inside her as she moaned, her arms clinging to my neck.
Removing my finger, I didn’t let her hold on for long before I gently raised my hands up and over her neck pushing back slightly so her head laid against the wall revealing her chest. Then I moved my hands over her shoulders to the straps of her dress. Slowly, one strap at a time, I removed them so the dress could be pushed down. No bra, Happy New Year to me.
Two perky tits were in my face now when I stood back up. I put my hands on her tits, Callie groaned as I pulled her nipple outward with my teeth, her hands threading in my hair. My breath came out in a violent growl. I wanted to fuck her right then and it was taking every ounce of my will to not do just that, this had to be about her. Her choice. Her decision.
My mouth distracted her though. I’m good with my tongue, in hopes that she would let me continue this. The sensations only seemed to intensify for her when she tangled her hands in my hair tighter than before. I scraped my teeth against the sensitive buds and then sucked hard on them wanting to savor every last moment of this.
When I moved my mouth from her, she had something to say about that.
“Hey, don’t stop.”
With a waver in my voice, one I almost didn’t even recognize, I spoke with a passion for this woman in my arms, wanting in that moment to tell her exactly how I felt but knowing if I did that it would be fight or flight with her. I couldn’t ruin it so I uttered the only other thing that came to mind, “Say please.”
She pulled back a little and looked me directly in the eye, all semblance of teasing gone now. “Now!”
My hands went to her panties before claiming her lips needing that tongue once more. Bunching the fabric between my fingers giving them a sudden rough tug tearing them from her hips.
Something in Callie changed that left no question for me that she wanted this as much as I did in that moment. Her hands were frantic as she pulled my half buttoned shirt off and then went to work on my pants when the shirt was at my feet.
She got my pants off and then left my boxers on.
“Take those off. I have a surprise for you.” I breathed out in anticipation of my surprise for her.
She did as I said, watching me the entire time, oblivious to what I had ready for her. She stood, waiting, and I put both my hands on the wall behind her, palms flat.
I gave a nod south. “Now you should get down on your knees and suck it.”
I’m bossy in bed. She knew that and craved it. I could see it in her eyes right then and when I was drunk, I was damn near a porn star. Think epic levels of awesomeness.
What surprised me right then was she got down on her knees.
She stroked my erection with the palm of her hand and then wrapped her hand around the base when I stepped out of them.
“Fuck.” I grunted, one hand from the wall moved to cradle the back of her he
ad.
Callie was gifted at sucking dick. When Mase had said Ami was, he’d obviously never gotten head from Callie Pratt because it was incomparable to anything else. It’s the shit men dream about with spit all over the place and dripping down your balls to her gagging because she’s not afraid to take it so deep she can’t breathe. I fucking love that.
Soon I had to stop her because it was everything I could do not to come already. I wanted this to last and I needed to be inside that wet pussy.
“Go lay on the bed.” I told her pulling her up.
She did, strutting over there giving me the first glimpse of her naked body I’ve waited nearly a year for. Curvy, olive skin with hair cascading down the middle of her back, fucking beautiful.
After I stared for a moment, I crawled up my bed. With one hand on her hips to hold her in place, I used the other one to slap her other tit, not overly hard but enough, something she fucking loved. She cried out as I expected and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could just get on with it but I didn’t know if this night was going to happen again. Had to take my time and get what I could. Extracting myself from her, I moved to straddle her stomach. With one hand on the head board and the other holding myself firmly against her tits, I slid between them. Callie stopped me for a moment, drew me deep in her mouth, all the way until her lips touched my balls and then pushed me back so I could slide with ease as she pushed her tits together for me cradling my dick.
There was no denying I was into it, pulling back and pushing forward until the head of my dick was hitting her chin and my balls were resting on her chest.
“You’re so dirty, baby.” I said watching with rapt attention as she let me fuck her tits. “Open your mouth.”
With glazed eyes, she did as I said and I couldn’t stop watching my dick slide against her lips spurring images of her giving me a blow job in my car after a game. Her sitting there with jizz leaking out of her mouth, swollen red lips, mascara smeared and sweaty hair wrapped around my tight grip.
