“Sorry, buddy, I’m a Canadian girl. I don’t take American money. You’re going to have to keep your hands off—for now.”
I laughed, I could wait—for now. What was she planning next?
She stayed close and turned around, and then undid her bra and removed it, so I could only see her back. She lifted her hair up off her back, and kept dancing super slow. Jeez, even her back was sexy. Then she spun around, and my eyes dropped down to her tits, which were jiggling as she danced. Wow, this was, like, better than I had imagined.
Kelly backed away from the bed and pulled off her g-string, and she looked all innocent when she was naked. Then she stepped over to the desk and picked up something.
It was her body oil. She got up on the end of my bed, on her knees with her legs spread. She poured a stream of body oil on her neck and between her tits. She massaged the oil onto herself in time with the music, starting with her shoulders, and then she moved down. I had to remind myself to breathe.
She rubbed oil into her tits and it was crazy, her nipples got really huge and soft. Then she held up her breasts and tilted her head and looked at me. Man, I should have been filming this, but I knew it was going to replay in my head forever. She rubbed more oil onto her tummy and then on her thighs. Her whole body was shining, like one of those SI swimsuit models. Then she leaned back and poured oil on her pussy and started working on herself. Her hands were making a wet slushy noise, and she actually seemed to be getting off on touching herself because she put her head back and moaned. It was incredible.
“Make yourself come,” I whispered to her. It was like she was half-dreaming, and I didn’t want to wake her up. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and then moved her finger faster and faster, rubbing her clit harder than I ever dared. She was breathing louder, and I watched in amazement as her nipples went from soft and full to hard points, without even being touched. Finally, Kelly moaned and her whole body froze.
I knew she was coming, so I pulled her down onto me, spread her legs wide, and shoved my rock-hard cock up inside her. I could not believe she could be even wetter and hotter inside than last night, but she was. Her whole body was already so turned on by the dancing and touching that as soon as she felt my cock inside her, she started coming all over again. I loved that sensation of her pussy in spasms all over my cock. She was almost limp as I kept steadily thrusting into her, her body flopping from side-to-side. It was fucking amazing, and she seemed to be coming non-stop with her whole body trembling. I couldn’t even fuck her for long because it was so intense, and I came in long, jerky spurts. When I finished, she collapsed on top of me on the bed.
Finally, I pulled out, and she made a little whimper as my limp cock popped out of her. She flopped onto the bed beside me. As I looked down at her taut body, my come trailing down her thigh and slightly matting her pubes, I felt victorious for the second time that night. Whatever she might have done before, I figured tonight was as special for her as it was for me. But I asked anyway.
“Was that a first for you?”
Kelly groaned and mumbled back, “Ugh. Fuck, Jimmy. Which part? The dancing? The part where I touched myself in front of you? The part where I came for an hour? Because—yes.”
Then she turned over. She seemed to pass right out. I pulled the covers over us. I wasn’t sleepy yet, but I figured she could nap and then I’d wake her up and we’d do it again. Next time, I would last longer, and I’d see if we could achieve some more firsts.
26
All You Need
Jimmy
I woke up in the morning, kind of uncomfortable and cramped, and I realized it was because Kelly was in the bed with me. The sex part was great, but the actual sleeping part might take a little getting used to. If we did this regularly, we would need to get a bigger bed because I needed a good night’s sleep to function properly. On the other hand, I did have a morning erection, but it seemed rude to wake Kelly up so we could do it. Maybe if I moved around a bit.
She was sleeping pretty soundly. In fact, she was snoring slightly, which was cute. I was used to having roommates on the road who snored a lot louder. I snuck a peek under the sheet; I couldn’t get my fill of seeing her naked body. Then I looked down at Kelly, at her pretty face all relaxed. It was fantastic having her here with me. My teammates had pointed out our campus was full of hot chicks, and I could be getting some action closer to home. But getting with girls who might have hidden agendas or maybe even STDs was a bigger worry. Mostly my decisions were pretty good, but I tended to take people at face value. I got pranked a lot since I wasn’t naturally suspicious. And girls had been a mystery to me.
The fact that Kelly came here was great. She never said anything about her feelings, but I figured she showed things with her actions instead. Like at camp, I knew she liked me because she met me at the dock. And now, she had travelled for hours to be here with me.
In some ways Kelly and I were a lot alike. Of course, hockey was big for us, but it was more our personalities. We liked to be active, to be busy doing stuff. We both told the truth because we were lousy liars. And I could usually tell what she was thinking, which made me more comfortable. I had a lot of issues in my life, and I didn’t need my girlfriend to be one of them. She was straightforward, nice, and lots of fun. And speaking of fun, I was pretty sure Kelly was starting to wake up, she had turned over.
I checked the CD alarm clock. Lots of time before she had to get her bus.
“Morning, Kelly.” I kissed her shoulder.
“Unnh, Jimmy,” she growled and turned onto her back. She opened one eye. “Wasstime?”
“Eight-thirty.” I kissed her on the mouth.
“Too early.” She slung her arm over her eyes and turned her back to me. “You kept me awake half the night.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining.” I slipped an arm around her. I liked the way her tits looked squished under my arm.
Kelly wriggled closer to me, pressing her ass into me. “You’re right. I’m not complaining. In fact…” She snaked her hand between our bodies and stroked my cock. It was already hard, but she was making it even harder.
Since we were already naked, it didn’t take long to get going. I spread her legs enough to get my cock inside, and we did it in the spoon position. A quickie, but still great.
“How was that for a wake up call?” I asked her with a kiss on the neck.
“Um, amazing,” Kelly said. I could tell she was smiling even though her back was to me. “I’d like to get woken up like that every morning.”
“Yeah, me too.” I had both arms wrapped around her. “I kinda like this position. But if we sleep together regularly, I’m going to have to get a bigger bed.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” she replied. “I won’t be able to come back.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got games every weekend. I only got to come because they were cancelled for once. So now we’ll have makeup games too.”
“Man, Kelly, everything has been great. Wouldn’t you like to do it again? Maybe you could miss one weekend.” Having had a taste of how good things could be made me want her here all the time.
She wriggled around to face me. “Are you serious? Why don’t you skip a game instead and come to Montreal?”
I scowled at her. “I can’t do that. The team needs me.”
“I rest my case.”
“Sorry, Kelly, you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just hard not to see my girlfriend more often.” She wasn’t mad, was she? I kissed her on the forehead.
“Mmmhmm.” Kelly nestled her body into mine.
“We should talk about when we’re seeing each other,” I began.
“Yeah. At Christmas, right? When you come for the World Juniors.”
“Of course.” It wasn’t official yet, but it was a pretty sure thing. “But I meant after that.”
“After that?” Kelly looked up at me, puzzled. “Like spring break? Or are you going to work at Burt Iverson�
��s camp again?”
“I don’t really get a spring break, because hockey is still on. And next summer everything is going to be different for me.” Did she not remember this? We had talked about it enough. “I’ll be going to the Blackhawks camps, and I’m going to have a really busy summer.”
“Oh yeah,” Kelly said. “You and your five-year planner.” She kissed me to offset that remark, but it seemed vaguely insulting.
“It’s the way life is for me, I have to plan ahead. Anyway, I was thinking—maybe we can go on vacation, just the two of us. In early May, after school ends.” I hadn’t talked to anyone about this, but after all these years, I figured I deserved a little time off. Once I went pro, the work would really start.
“Sure,” said Kelly. “Where?”
“I was thinking Hawaii. Didn’t you say you really liked it there?”
“Yes, we went when I was twelve. But Jimmy, I can’t afford it. I don’t have a job lined up or anything. Maybe we can go camping.” She put her arms around my neck. “I like camping with you.”
“Kelly, I’ll be signing my entry contract once school is done.”
“That’s great,” she said. Kelly was kind of dozy this morning. She didn’t seem to get the importance of everything I was telling her.
“Once I sign my contract, I’ll have money. I can pay for our vacation.”
“That’s your money.” She was wide-awake now. “You can’t pay for me.”
“Why not? It’s a lot of money. It’s close to a million dollars.”
“No. No way. It’s not right. You worked hard to earn that money, and you should put it in the bank or give it to your parents. Not spend it on me.”
“But it’s what I want to do—go away with you.” I never thought that money would be an issue; I figured maybe her parents wouldn’t want us going away alone. “It’s a kind of celebration for me.”
Kelly didn’t even answer me this time. She only shook her head.
I didn’t understand why this was a problem for Kelly. Did I have to convince her how important she was to me? Okay, if that was what it took. I wrapped my arms around her. “Look, baby, we were just saying what a good time we had this weekend, right?” I kissed her until her body relaxed in my arms.
Kelly laughed. “No kidding. The sex has been off the charts.” She ran a finger between my pecs and followed up with a kiss on my nipple.
“No, it’s more than that. I want to talk to you while we’re together.” She heard the urgency in my voice and gave me her full attention. “It’s great going out with you. You understand everything I’m going through, and when we talk, I feel so much better when I’m worried or whatever. Having you here this weekend, it’s like you fit in so well here too. You’re so perfect.”
“I’m so not perfect,” she replied.
“You are perfect—for me. Kelly, I love you.”
Kelly’s eyes opened wide when I said this. Then instead of the sweet response I’d been hoping for, her whole face shut down. She pulled away from me, so our bodies weren’t even touching anymore. She shook her head once.
“Kelly?”
“I’m sorry, but really—you hardly know me. We’ve had a great time, but, c’mon.”
“That’s not true at all. We talk all the time.”
“On the phone. Jimmy, we’ve actually spent only two weeks together. This is crazy.”
She seemed to be recoiling from me, so I reached out and pulled her back. I held her body against mine.
“Stop. Why are you getting so upset?”
“Because this is nuts.”
Why would my caring about her cause such a reaction? I realized that commitment was scary for her. It was like this when I wanted us to go out long distance.
“Kelly, we’ve done the most intimate stuff people can do together, and I know it’s as intense for you as it is for me.”
“You can’t confuse sex with emotion.”
“I know you like to pretend you’re all tough and casual about sex. But we couldn’t connect the way we do without caring about each other.” I could see her considering this, maybe loosening up a little. “And I do know you. I watched you at camp, and I’ve talked to you for the past three months. I know you’re a good person. You’re kind—to kids, to older people, to strangers. My mom always told me to watch out for phonies, and I know you’re not a phony. You’re truthful.” I laughed a little. “Like right now.”
“That’s all sweet, but you’ve never seen me at my worst.”
“Haven’t I? What about what happened when Riley posted those photos? I saw someone who was stressed, then resourceful, and then forgiving.”
“Not true. It’s not like I forgave Riley. I didn’t want to get us into more trouble.”
“Yeah, well you didn’t report him to Trudy or Burt, did you? But, it all gets back to you underestimating me. You think I’m young and I can’t be for real. I get you, Kelly. Maybe something happened before, and you’ve got trust issues.” Her body stiffened, and I squeezed her tighter. “It’s okay, I don’t have to hear about it. I know you don’t like sharing that stuff. I get you, Kelly. You don’t have to say things out loud for me to understand them.”
I kissed her, real gentle, on the lips, and she started to relax a little. I wanted her to feel reassured and not panicked. “It’s okay, baby.”
Her only reaction to that was to expel a little puff of breath. She rested her head on my chest, and I kissed her hair. Maybe hers wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for, but I could never predict what Kelly was going to say or do. She was elusive. But I was a patient guy. I knew she was the right girl for me, and nothing was going to shake that conviction. I was used to working for the really important things in my life.
Kelly finally looked up at me and smiled. “I’m sorry. It was a sweet thing for you to say, and I didn’t react very well. I was so surprised.” But she never said a word about how she felt.
“Don’t worry. I love you, and I’m going to keep saying it because I want to. Someday, you’ll trust me enough to admit how you feel. But I’m happy for us to be together, anyway we can be.”
27
Game Plan
Lise had called a captain’s meeting after our game against Queen’s, just her and the three alternates. I had been surprised but pumped to be selected as an alternate. Coach Mike was pretty wily about his captain selections. He never chose the best players; instead, he chose players he claimed exemplified the characteristics he wanted for the whole team. So instead of Team Canada candidate Deirdre Tough or all-star goalie Kellarisa Jones, he chose me, Brenda Ryder-Smith, and Jackie Marchuk as alternates.
“There’s a lot of pressure on us this season,” Lise began. All the university ratings had us ranked number one, and everyone knew the real goal was to win the C.I.S. title. So far we were undefeated, but it was still early days. “But you know, points now are as important as points later in the season.”
Although she was perfectly bilingual, English was Lise’s second language. I noticed that she tended to talk in clichés whenever she had to speak formally or to a group.
“I am worried about how well the rookies are integrating into our systems. Does anyone have ideas on how to improve this?”
Most of the new players were fine, but there were a couple that seemed too tentative on the ice. People started chipping in with system-specific suggestions about lines and practices.
“They’re rookies,” drawled Brenda. “It’s only natural that they should feel off-balance. Having a humbling first year is what enables a player to be open to learning.” While there was some truth to that, it was pretty negative. I didn’t really like Brenda that much. She came from a wealthy private school background and was kind of snobby. I wasn’t sure why she was even an alternate, except she was extremely smart. She had also led a team charity project last season, but I suspected that was more for her résumé than from the goodness of her heart.
“Confidence is important too,” I said, in dire
ct contradiction to Brenda’s remark. “Maybe some of the girls need more off-ice guidance.”
“How would we do that?” Lise wondered.
“We could change the roommate assignments.”
Everyone groaned. People liked to room with their friends, and since all of us were in third or fourth year, we had the perfect set-ups already. I was with Deirdre, and we spent a lot of nights laughing our heads off. But I was willing to take one for the team.
“Calm down,” I said, as the muttering began. “It doesn’t have to be forever, we could do it until Christmas. That would give the new players a chance to see how we prepare and ask any random questions they might not want to raise in a team meeting.”
Lise nodded. “It’s like mentoring. A very good idea, Kelly.”
“I refuse to do it,” said Brenda. “It took me two years to find a roommate who doesn’t snore or stay up too late. Proper sleep is an integral part of my routine.” I had wondered why Brenda roomed with Martha, a big, quiet d-man. They didn’t seem to have anything in common.
“Nobody will be forced to do this,” Lise replied, but her frown meant she wasn’t impressed by selfishness. “But volunteering to do so shows your dedication to the team.” This was a direct shot at Brenda, since everyone knew she really wanted to be captain next year. She was trying to live up to her brother, who had been captain of the McGill men’s team three years earlier. Deirdre and I dreaded the idea of Brenda being captain, but she sucked up to Coach Mike big time.
Nobody grumbled after that comment. But Brenda had never said if she was willing to switch up roommates. Lise went through some administrative stuff and adjourned the meeting.
As I was leaving, Lise asked me to wait.
“What’s up?” I asked when we were alone.
“Kelly, I have noticed that you aren’t yourself lately.”
“Really? I thought I had a good game tonight.”
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