Jimmy and his dad ordered in perfect French, but I stayed on the English side of the menu. It seemed a bit expensive here, so I ordered a pasta dish with scallops and prawns which had the added benefit of being relatively easy to eat, unlike something which might need carving or deboning or some other complex and potentially embarrassing process.
Dinner was delicious, and Agnes began to warm up. The discussion turned to the misfortunes of the Blackhawks, Jimmy’s future team. The team was having another bad year on the ice, and already looked to be out of the playoff picture.
Paul predicted, “This is good news. They’ll get another high draft pick, like Jim. That’ll set them up to make some noise next season.”
“I don’t know,” Agnes said. “It’s hard on the fans when you lose year after year. I wonder how committed the team is to winning.”
“I’d rather be someplace where I can make a difference,” Jimmy insisted.
Paul nodded. “Exactly, Jim will get more chances to prove himself. On a different team, he might not get the same opportunities.”
I ate my pasta and listened. I could see the family dynamics meant that Agnes was the pessimist and Paul was the optimist. Jimmy seemed to be in-between.
“Ah Kelly, perhaps this is not so interesting for you,” Paul said, with a gallant smile. I smiled back, but only shook my head since I had a scallop in my mouth.
“Kelly loves to talk hockey,” Jimmy said. He grabbed my hand again.
Having finally swallowed, I agreed. “Yes, my friends here get sick of the subject.”
“Their loss,” Agnes said. “You can talk hockey to anyone, from a salesclerk to the Prime Minister—he’s a big fan.”
It seemed like I was among my own people here. “So tell me, when did you know that Jimmy really loved hockey?”
Agnes smiled widely for the first time tonight. “I knew when he was only three years-old…” she began. I looked over at Jimmy and he gave me a slightly embarrassed smile and squeezed my hand.
34
Touched by a Devil
Jimmy
Sometimes it seemed like Kelly was a different person in every setting. When I met her at hockey camp, she was this fun, relaxed girl who just happened to be totally hot. When I talked to her at school, she seemed to be this intense jock/student who was either at the gym, on the ice, or in the library. When she came to visit me at UMaine, she was this total sex goddess, which was pretty freaking awesome.
And now that I saw her in Vancouver, she was different again. After the games, she was as sweet as ever. But when I saw her at the club with her girlfriends, she seemed almost cruel. They were toying with the American guys in that cat-and-mouse way only the hottest girls can get away with. You could tell that Kelly could be with anyone she wanted—from the guys at the club to that bozo she brought to the game.
Now tonight, she had changed again. She looked all grown-up and girly in this bright pink dress, with her hair up, and fancy jewellery. I worried that I still didn’t get her and maybe I never would.
When we got to Le Crocodile, Kelly dropped her purse under the table. As she bent down to pick it up, her dress moved up and I could see she was wearing stockings, like the kind women wear in the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. This was totally hot, and I had to take a quick breath to get myself under control. Then she sat down beside me on the banquette and I could smell her lemony shampoo, her body oil, and just the scent of Kelly. The past few days seeing her and not being able to be alone with her had been torture. I held her hand, but it wasn’t enough.
Dinner was pretty good, I had the escalopes de veau grillées and they were delicious. My parents kept telling Kelly all these stories about me playing hockey as a kid, which she seemed to enjoy. I half-listened and thought about the upcoming game and some of the key plays in today’s game. I was distracted by Kelly being right beside me.
She moved her legs, and the stockings made a swishy sound as they brushed together. I couldn’t stand it anymore—I wanted her so badly. I dropped one hand to the seat between us and pulled up the tablecloth over our legs. Then I put my hand on her knee. She opened her eyes wide and smiled up at me. I turned and pretended to be interested as my dad described some long ago tournament.
I inched my fingers up her leg, under her dress. I could feel the stocking, smooth and silky over Kelly’s muscular leg, which was frozen under my touch. I kept moving up, until I reached her bare thigh, where the stocking ended. I rubbed her thigh and heard her breathe in sharply. I spread my fingers until I reached the hot silk of her panties. I eased one finger inside the elastic and pushed inside her. She was wet and getting wetter every minute. I found her clit and pushed it gently. Kelly let out a choking breath, so I let up on her and stopped. But I kept my finger in her panties, even though she was trying to cross her legs in an effort to get rid of me.
Then Coach Chilton came into the restaurant and walked over to say hello. As my parents turned to speak to him, I started up on Kelly again. With my forefinger I teased her clit in an uneven rhythm and was rewarded by seeing her eyes glaze a bit as she began to bite her lips in an effort to maintain control. Her chest began to heave in and out as she tried to contain her breathing. Her headlights were on, big time, poking through the silky fabric of her dress. So sexy, she was making my cock rock hard and still looking like such a lady.
“Stop it,” she hissed at me. I smiled and leaned across her so I could listen to what the coach was saying. Apparently he was very happy with the team’s play so far. I kept teasing her until she seemed to be on the verge of losing control, then I stopped and removed my hand. I wiped her moistness off on my napkin and then picked up my wine, tapping the glass with the same motion I had used on her. Kelly slumped against the banquette, her face flushed.
After dinner, we walked back to the hotel in the cool night air. My parents decided to go for a walk around the downtown since they had no early curfew. I looked at my watch, only 10:00, so we had an hour left. I walked Kelly down to her car, a little silver Toyota. I opened the door for her, but before getting in, she turned and faced me.
“Jimmy! I can’t believe what you did to me in the restaurant.”
I laughed and kissed her on the forehead. “Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t finish what I started. But I could now.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Here? In the parking lot? No!”
“No, get in the car. I’ve got a little surprise for you.”
We both got in, and she turned on the ignition. “Really? Don’t you mean a big one?” she asked.
“What a dirty mind you have,” I laughed. Nothing could be dirtier than the things I thought of doing to her, 24/7.
She rolled out of the parking lot.
“I’m still mad at you. You did that right in front of your parents and Craig Chilton.”
“But Kelly, I couldn’t help myself. You look so sexy tonight. And you were wearing stockings. I had to see what else you weren’t wearing under that dress.”
“I’ll wear armour next time,” she declared. “You are a bad boy.” I grinned; nobody had ever said that to me before.
I directed her to a back area of GM Place. Now that we were into the semi-finals, all the games were going to be here.
“Hey, where are we going?” she wondered.
The security guard at the door recognized me and let us in, without even having to show my pass. We went down a basement corridor to an unmarked door. I slid a keycard down the security latch, and it opened into the temporary team equipment room. When I had talked to Kelly on the phone about dinner, she had sounded so down I wanted to do something to cheer her up. After some pleading with the equipment guy, I managed to arrange this whole deal. Luckily, Kelly seemed fine by dinnertime, so this would be the icing on the cake.
“What is this place?” she asked. She was looking around at all the hockey gear, lined up, labelled, ready to go.
I reached around to the back of a cubby, and pulled out her surprise: a Stealth, like mine but
in her size, with a big red bow on it. She held the stick and was completely silent for a moment, and then started to giggle. She gave me a big hug, still holding the hockey stick in one hand. “Oh wow. Thank you, Jimmy.”
I held her tightly. “I wanted to get you something because you sounded so sad on the phone.”
“This is perfect,” Kelly declared. “I can use it right away in our tourney. It’s the best gift ever.”
“Someday, I’ll be able to give you everything you want, anything you want.”
She looked me straight in the eye. “I like what I have now. You and this Stealth.” Then she pulled away from me and started taking imaginary shots with the stick.
“I had to do a bit of wheeling and dealing to get one in your size, you can’t cut them down like wood sticks,” I explained.
“It’s perfect. I can’t believe how much lighter it is than my stick, and the shaft has so much flex.” She started whacking around a discarded tape ball.
It was kind of weird to finally be alone with your girlfriend and be talking about hockey sticks. I figured there wasn’t another girl in the world like her. But since we were alone, there were more important things to do.
I interrupted her practicing by walking up behind her and unbuttoning her coat. She slipped it off and stood with her back to me in her perfect pink dress.
“I think we have some unfinished business,” I whispered to her, reaching up under her dress again. As I fumbled around with her panties, I got impatient and ripped them off her, barely registering her little sound of protest. I touched her down there, and stroked her clit, this time harder and faster, causing a wet slapping noise. She was breathing hard and started moaning, letting out all the sounds she had bitten back at the restaurant. While I rubbed her with one hand, I circled my arm around her waist and pressed her ass into my hard cock. She was imprisoned between my hand and my body, and she was twitching in little spasms. Every time I pushed down on the little button of her clit, she jerked her ass against my cock. That felt great, so I kept doing it faster even as she protested.
“No, Jimmy, ease up. Unnh, please, it’s too much. I can’t, ummmm…oh God.” But she kept making her little pleasure noises, so I knew she was enjoying it all.
All that friction had made my cock hard and ready. Still supporting her from behind, I reached up and unzipped her dress, pulling it off her shoulders. It fell in a crumple around her feet and she stepped out shakily and turned around.
She looked like a freaking wet dream. She was wearing some kind of Madonna-style bra thing with lots of hooks and lace that started at her waist and came up to cover her tits with no straps. She wore high heels, and her stockings were black, and came to the tops of her thighs and stopped. I had ripped off her panties already, so you could see her trimmed bush and her pussy was dark and reddened where I had been working her. As usual, her beautiful face was the best part; she looked gorgeous but dazed, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed.
I had no clue how to undo her bra thing, so I reached out and freed her tits from it, they popped out and I started sucking at them first one and then the other. I undid my pants and dropped them and my boxers.
“Jimmy, wait. Have you got a condom?”
“Why?” She was still on the pill, wasn’t she? I liked it way better without.
“I have no panties now, and I still have to drive home. It’s going to be a mess.”
“Oh sorry. Sure.” I let her totter alone for a moment, while I grabbed a condom from my wallet and put it on.
“You have condoms at a hockey tourney?” She teased me.
“I like to be prepared. Especially if you’re going to be around.” I learned my lesson at hockey camp. I had only one condom, but we only had enough time to do it once anyway. “C’mere.”
I lifted Kelly up to my waist, and held her there. My cock was straining towards her. I turned and leaned her against the wall, and then with my free hand, I pushed the tip of my cock into her. She moaned when I entered her, but that turned into a scream as I thrust fully in. God, she felt amazing inside, burning hot even through a condom. She started squirming around my cock, driving me crazy by squeezing me. She locked her strong thighs around me, and I was able to go even deeper inside her. I was pushing into her, getting my rhythm going, holding up her body and watching her, her head back and tits bouncing, wearing that hot lingerie. It was a freaking feast for all my senses, and I was getting close to coming. Then Kelly put her arms around my neck and moaned, “I love it when you fuck me.” That sent me over the edge, and I came big time.
We stayed locked together. I held Kelly’s soft, relaxed body close to mine. She was so elusive that this was the only time I felt like she was all mine.
“Kelly, you’re so beautiful tonight. It’s so good to be together again.”
“Yeah, I missed you tons.”
I stroked her head. Her hair was a mess, so I took out the clips and it fell down in shiny waves. I buried my face in her thick hair, breathing in that familiar citrus scent. My softening cock plopped out and that made me feel sad, like we were less connected when I wanted more. “I love you,” I whispered.
Kelly moved her head away, and I could see her face. Her lips were parted and for a moment, I thought she was going to say those words back to me. But she kissed my cheek instead. Impatience rose in me and I tried to ignore it. If I kept working at it, she would eventually admit how she felt too. It bugged me to have to always be the one who had to push everything, but nothing worthwhile was ever easy.
I went to find a washroom to get cleaned up. I took a piss and then got properly dressed, tying up my tie and tucking in my shirt. I wet a comb and ran it through my hair. Everything looked normal. Checked my phone, and I had just enough time to get back in time for the eleven o’clock curfew. When I got back to the equipment room, Kelly had her dress back on, and was pulling up her stocking revealing a lot of leg. Then she looked up at me, her hair falling down around her gorgeous face, her expression was a crazy mixture of innocence and just-been-screwed. And the combination of her stockings and that expression made my cock hard as rock. I went right over and started making out with her, kissing her soft mouth and feeling her up everywhere.
“Jimmy,” she gasped between kisses, “Don’t you have to get back?”
“It’s okay,” I told her. If we didn’t do it again—right now—I would go crazy thinking about her all night. “And I won’t come inside you, don’t worry.” I reached under her dress and squeezed her bare ass. Maybe I could pull out and Kelly could go down on me—that would be another fantasy come true.
I didn’t want to waste any time, so I turned Kelly around and positioned her so she could hold onto the table. I flipped up her dress and I could see her bare ass, the black stockings, and even her high heels.
“You look so friggin’ hot. This is my favourite dress of all time,” I told her, and she laughed. I grabbed her by the waist and entered her from the back. Kelly was wet and ready, and I liked this position, feeling her ass smacking against me with every stroke. I went only until I could tell she was coming.
“Kelly, suck me off now,” I told her, as I pulled out. I wiped myself off on the bottom of my shirt in case she didn’t want to taste herself. But she sure tasted good to me. Kelly was in that sleepy daze she always got when we were having sex, so I moved her around and pushed her down to her knees. She opened her mouth automatically, and I eased my cock inside. To be able to look down and see her, all dressed up and still ready to do whatever I wanted was a huge turn-on. Kelly’s beautiful face, with her sweet lips around my cock, looked unreal. I started to come and I groaned loudly. Once I was done, I pulled out and Kelly sat back on her heels. She wiped off her mouth in a way that reminded me of the first time we had fooled around on the beach.
I caressed her head. “God, that was so good. It’s like it gets better every time we do it.”
We grabbed our coats and ran out to her car. She raced back to the hotel afterwards, and
I think I got out without even kissing her, but I was still twenty minutes late. When I crashed into my room, the assistant coach was waiting and chewed me out good, saying things like “setting a good example” and “the captain’s supposed to be a team leader.” I felt so guilty and apologized, and he finally left. I took off my jacket and lay down on the bed for a moment without getting changed. My roommate, Barry, was watching some crazy sports highlight show, and he hadn’t said anything yet.
“You’re in deep shit, Cap’n,” he finally said.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Still after seeing her in the lobby tonight, it might have been worth it.”
I smiled and said nothing. It totally had been.
35
Euphoria
I drove home carefully since I felt dazed. Whenever Jimmy and I were alone together, it was like my brain wasn’t functioning fully so other parts of my body took over. We got the same adrenaline rush as hockey, except from sex. We went full tilt and took chances, but it was unreal. My body was completely wrung out.
I didn’t want to go home and have to talk to my parents about how the evening had gone. “Oh great, Mom and Dad, we had a lovely dinner, and then we fucked each other’s brains out under GM Place.” Plus, I smelled like sex, even after using a condom. Sex was oozing from every pore of my skin. Luckily, it was still early enough to make alternate plans, so I called April and then my parents.
Unfortunately my dad answered.
“Dad, I’m going to stay at April’s tonight.”
“April’s? Weren’t you out with this James fellow?”
“I was, but he had to be back early, team curfew. So I thought I would hang out with April now.”
“Well…” An interminably long pause followed. “Excuse me, Kelly, but is this one of those excuses, so you can, er, spend the night with your boyfriend, while your parents think you are at a girlfriend’s?” He must have been reading the Life section of The Globe & Mail again. Plus, talk about shutting the barn door too late—I had already had sex twice before eleven o’clock, three times if you counted what happened in the restaurant.
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