Hockey Is My Boyfriend: Part Two (13 page)

J
immy

I
t was
kind of embarrassing that when all I wanted was to be with Kelly that my stomach had other ideas. But my body was used to a certain routine, and if I wanted to gain weight then I had to manage my intake. Too bad I hadn’t eaten earlier, so I wouldn’t be wasting our time together. I was so stoked she was here. Long distance was tougher than I thought it would be. At least once a day, I wished Kelly were here. I really liked talking to her, and she was so positive and happy that she always cheered me up. I had a tendency to take things too seriously, but having people tell me to lighten up didn’t help. Kelly did though. Of course, at night I wished even more that she were here. It would have been great to be having sex with her anytime I wanted.

However, long distance did solve some things for me. I liked hanging out with the guys on the team, and practices, games, and training took a lot of our time. Guys got hassled by their girlfriends for not spending enough time with them, but I never had to worry about that. Of course, Kelly understood how much time hockey took. Marty had stopped bugging me about girls. Best of all, I never had to feel awkward or too young anymore. I had a beautiful girlfriend, even if she wasn’t here.

Life seemed a lot less complicated, especially since she was pretty low maintenance. Kelly was busy with hockey as well, and she seemed to spend a lot of time studying, more than I did. I cared about school, but academic expectations were not as high for the hockey team. I knew I would be leaving university at the end of the year and that would be it. Not that I slacked off or anything.

After I got a snack, I rushed back to the room. Kelly was sitting in my big chair—all showered, with her hair still damp and feet bare. She wasn’t reading or anything, she was simply waiting for me. Her face lit up when I walked in, and I felt this spreading warmth inside. People wanted stuff from me, especially since the draft, and I worried about letting them down. But I knew what Kelly wanted from me, and it was exactly what I wanted from her.

I took off my jacket and shoes. Then I went over and basically sat on top of her. There was something about Kelly that made me more spontaneous, and I did whatever dumb thing I wanted to.

“Hey.” She giggled. “You’re going to squish me to death here.”

“I thought you were Santa, and I could tell you what I wanted for Christmas.” It sounded stupid, but it was the first thing that came into my head.

“For starters, you might ask for a smaller butt,” she suggested.

“What?”

“Oh, have you never looked behind you? You have the largest butt this side of the 49th parallel.” She kept giggling and patted my ass. This was something I had taken grief for before, but still, isn’t your girlfriend supposed to find you perfect?

“It’s where my skating power comes from,” I told her.

“Wow, then you must be the fastest skater this side of the 49th parallel.”

“You must be pretty fast too,” I told her. Kelly had quite the ass as well, but in her case it was all good.

“I travel for hours, and all I get is insulted?” She tried to tickle me. I dodged her for a minute, but she managed to get me. We started wrestling around. I got up, picked her up, and threw her on the bed. I jumped on top of her and started tickling her.

She was laughing hysterically. “Stop, Jimmy,” she shrieked.

“What’ll I get if I stop?” I was tickling her down her sides and admiring the way her tits stuck out when she struggled. I stopped for a moment, and she grabbed my wrists.

She looked up at me and her eyes were sparkling.

“You’ll get whatever you want.”

The expression on her face made my cock jump up. I reached down and started to unbutton her white shirt, and then I unzipped her jeans. She wriggled out of both, and she was wearing this lacy white underwear—it looked so innocent and sweet, just like Kelly. Yet it also looked sexy, since the tops of her breasts were pushed up by the bra, and you could see her bare stomach and the dark hair of her pubes through the lace.

I yanked off my clothes. I was still full of the energy I got after a hockey game, especially a win. It was so perfect that Kelly was here to help me burn off that energy. I lay down beside her and started kissing her and running my hands over her body. Her skin was really soft as always. And she responded right away, holding me close and kissing me back. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth in this hot way. I reached back and tried to undo her bra, but it was kind of complicated. She rolled over so her back was to me and I could see what I was doing. I undid her bra, and then I reached down and swatted her on the ass.

“Lots of skating power here,” I told her.

“You know it.”

She turned onto her stomach, and she raised herself up on her elbows. She looked sideways at me, her hair falling over one eye and a big smile on her face. I loved the curve of her back as it went up into her ass, and I trailed my hand there. Then I reached up and pushed the bra off her shoulders.

I moved behind her and pulled her panties down, revealing her perfect ass. She was watching me over her shoulder. Could she tell how crazy she made me? I spread her thighs and sat behind her legs on the bed. I ran my hands up her thighs and then squeezed her ass cheeks. I had seen her naked before, but now in my room and in the light, she looked even better. Her skin was this caramel colour, which was beautiful and yummy. As I touched her, she sighed a bit, and I let my thumbs move down between her legs to feel the wetness I knew would be there.

She moaned. She was turned to face the headboard now, but I heard her swear softly.

“It’s okay, Kelly,” I told her.

“Wha'?” She was half out of it already, she loved foreplay.

“The walls are cement block here. You can be as noisy as you like.” I knew what she was like from the summer. I leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder blades and reached my hands around to cup both her tits, juggling their soft weight in my hands. Her nipples were stiff against my palms.

“Jimmy, yes, that feels good.” Her voice was still soft, and I wanted to hear her scream out loud. I pinched her hard nipples and sat back on my heels. I kept squeezing her tit with one hand and reached between her legs with the other. I put a finger up into her wet folds, teasing her with in-and-out motions. Then I found her clit with my wet forefinger and rubbed it. I was gentle at first, but I went harder at her as I felt her little button swelling at my touch.

“Oh yeah. Fuck,” she cried out. Kelly pushed up her weight from her elbows to her hands, her head falling back so her body was stretched like a bow against my hands. I was really hard, and I let go of her to reach over to the bedside table for a condom. She collapsed onto the bed, facedown in the pillow, then turned her head to see what I was going to do next.

“It’s okay, Jimmy.” Kelly said breathlessly, when she saw the condom package.

“What’s okay?” I asked her.

“I’m on the pill now, we can do it with, you know, nothing.”

This news was better than winning the first game of the regular season. I was glad Kelly was ready, because I could not wait any longer. I pulled her hips up, so her ass was pointing at me and her head was still on the pillow. I came up behind her and shoved her legs further apart with mine, then grabbed my cock in one hand and held her pussy lips apart with the other. I entered her, and the sensations were fucking awesome. She was so hot and wet inside, and I could feel everything. It was way better without condoms.

I liked this position too. I could pump in and out and feel how tight she was around me; I was hitting her from a different angle, and it felt real good. If I leaned back, I could squeeze her ass. If I leaned forward, I could play with her tits. It was great.

“Oh God, Jimmy… I missed you,” Kelly gasped, “I missed this.”

“Me too.” Only every frigging night.

She was pushing back to meet my every thrust. It felt amazing, but after a bit I wanted to see her face and what she was feeling. I pulled out and moved her to the edge of the bed.

“Turn over,” I told her, and she obediently flipped, her feet landing on the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, her eyes all vague and sexy.

“Jimmy, you look even better now,” her voice was all hoarse and whispery. The extra training was paying off off-ice as well. I knelt down between her legs and started kissing my way up her thighs, her muscles flexed under my lips.

“Oh yeah…” Kelly lay back and sighed. I moved up to her clit and sucked on it, taking it in my mouth and feeling it throb slightly. Kelly cried out, and then spoke hoarsely, “Please. Put your cock back in me, want you.” She spread her legs wider, and I straightened up and moved closer. I was still on my knees, but the height of the bed was perfect. I gradually pushed my cock into her, and she sighed happily.

“Feels so… so good.”

I was thrusting into her, and she was trying hard to push back against me. She was grunting with every thrust, her voice getting louder and louder as she lost all her self-control. I was making her go crazy. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me closer to her. I reached down to gently rub her clit, and she arched her back and screamed out, “Fuck, I’m coming!” Her body was completely frozen, and then she collapsed onto the bed, her legs still locked around my waist.

That was what I was waiting for. It felt so good without condoms that I couldn't hold back much longer. A few more strokes, then one last push, and I shot my load inside Kelly. Fuck, yeah. Physically it was awesome, but it also made me feel like we were closer than ever.

J
immy was extremely excited
that I was finally going to see him play a real game. He had to go early, so I made my way to the arena on my own. When I got there, what was astounding was how many non-students were at the game—it seemed to be all local people. McGill was not like that at all. I was sitting beside this older couple who were so friendly and knowledgeable about Black Bears hockey. They were huge fans; the husband was wearing a UMaine jersey, and the wife was wearing a Maineiacs sweatshirt. I mentioned Jimmy was a friend, and they knew all his stats from the previous season. In fact, they chided me for not wearing his jersey. There were a number of people in the stands who were wearing Frechette jerseys, and that gave me a really strange feeling. In theory, I knew that Jimmy was a big deal player, but seeing it unfold in real life was a shock.

The UMaine team was playing the same team from the night before: New Hampshire. Apparently there was a big rivalry between the two teams, and the crowd was pumped.

Jimmy had the best game. He worked so hard: fighting for the puck, battling for position in front of the net, back-checking in his own zone. I had seen him play well at the camp, but anyone can do tricks in a low-pressure situation. Jimmy could get a quality shot away while being harassed by two d-men, he was so strong on his skates. What I liked best was his sheer joy; he shot onto the ice every shift like he could not wait to play.

The final score was 4-2, and Jimmy scored a hat trick and assisted on the other goal. The older couple told me it was his first hat trick as a Black Bear. They were surprised I didn’t know that fact already. After his third goal, people were cheering and screaming and tossing their hats for him. It was a further look into a crazy future where he would be a famous hockey player.

Jimmy was flying afterwards. Tonight we were going to this party where I could meet all his teammates. The hockey team was a big deal on this campus. It felt kind of odd to walk into a scene that was something out of a Hollywood movie. The party was in a huge brick house, and there were all kinds of drinking paraphernalia and totally gorgeous girls in skimpy clothes. I felt like a nun in my jeans and white shirt with a cami underneath. Maybe I should have done a packing consultation with April. But Jimmy was totally stoked to have me there, so I didn’t worry about how I looked. I wasn’t too impressed with all the pretty girls who congratulated Jimmy on his great game, and some of them even gave him a hug and a kiss. Hello, was I invisible here?

He grabbed beers for both of us, and we did a circuit of the place. I met so many people I couldn’t remember anyone’s names at all. Jimmy got dragged away by some buddies and left me stranded on a couch in what seemed to be one of three living rooms. Some totally drunk guy told me my white shirt was perfect for a wet t-shirt contest they would be having later and offered me shooters. Fortunately, I was rescued by a dark-haired guy I vaguely remembered meeting at the rink.

“Hi Kelly, I’m Sean. We met after the game. I’m on the team with Freshy.” He was preppy cute, as was the redheaded girl attached to him. “This is Lara.” She nodded at me. It was hard to hear above the pounding techno music in the room. “Can I ask you some questions about McGill?”

“Sure,” I yelled. “But we’ll need to get out of this room.”

The three of us retreated to the kitchen, and it turned out Sean was applying to med school at McGill, probably because of the lower tuition. He had a few questions about the cost of living and finding a place to live there. Lara seemed bored and hardly listened at all, apparently not planning on making the trek northward. I was pretty enthusiastic about McGill and should have gotten a referral fee from the med school, as I had Sean convinced to make it his first choice within ten minutes.

“Are you going to play hockey there too?” I asked him.

“No, there won’t be time with med school.” He seemed sad about that.

“Well, you could play intramural—they have different levels. Any team would think they had died and gone to heaven if you joined them.”

Sean smiled widely. He had total Whitestrips teeth, as well as that clean-cut look rampant around here. “Hey thanks, Kelly. That’s so nice of you.”

Then Jimmy came in. He was totally wasted. I had no idea what he had been doing, but it obviously involved a lot of alcohol in a very short period.

“Whoa, Freshy, you okay?” Sean asked.

“Fine, Northie, just looking for my girl here. Thanks for taking care of her.” He stood behind me and put his arms around me, with one hand ending up on my breast. “I missed you, Kelly,” he breathed into my hair. I removed the offending hand and turned around to look at him.

“Um, what have you been doing?” I asked.

“Probably beer bongs,” suggested Lara, who was now interested in the conversation. “That’s what they always do.”

Great. I was getting pissed since I was sort of dependent on Jimmy. I wasn’t even sure how to get back to his room, and anyway I couldn’t leave him here. But I felt like a babysitter. He was acting like an eighteen-year-old who had just won a hockey game. Which he was, but still.

Sean was watching me closely. “Are you okay? Can we do anything?” He must have been my age if he was ready for med school. It was funny the difference two years could make.

I shook my head. It was a party and I needed to relax. But I wasn’t going to do any more drinking, since one of us had to stay sober.

“Do you wanna dance, Kelly?” Jimmy asked, oblivious to my worries.

“Okay.” I did love to dance.

We took off for another of the living rooms with more techno music. Jimmy’s style of dancing could best be described as spastic, he was awkward and off the beat. I remembered that he hadn’t danced much at the Lakeview Hotel, and this was probably why. It took alcohol to get him on the dance floor. Weird that he could be so perfectly coordinated on the ice and not be able to dance.

Luckily the music turned into something trance-y and we could move into slow dancing. As Jimmy held me close, I deliberately ground my hips against his, and I could feel him getting excited. This was my cue.

“Do you want to go back to your place?”

“But don’t you want to party here?” Jimmy asked me.

“I’d rather be alone with you.” I said truthfully. This was totally not my scene.

He looked down at me and seemed to be having trouble focusing a bit.

“Okay, let’s go then.”

We walked back to his place, and it was a bit chilly. Jimmy had his arm wrapped tightly around me and was pretty chatty.

“I could have lived in that house.” He motioned to the place we were leaving.

“Really, why didn’t you?” He seemed like the type of guy who liked to hang out with the gang.

“I dunno. Probably ’cause I like a bit of space and privacy. The food’s better in residence, plus... ” He hesitated. “Well, I figured if you came to visit, it would be better to have a place to be alone. Because I know, you like to, uh, you’re kind of noisy when we…” He made a stabbing finger motion.

“Okay, I get it.” That was a little embarrassing. But hey, alcohol seemed to be like truth serum for Jimmy. Was there anything else I wanted to know? Actually, there was.

“So, I was wondering, how come you never had sex before this summer?”

“Oh, that. Well, it’s not like I didn’t have my chances. I did. First off, I was pretty busy with hockey. I went to boarding school for hockey at fifteen and I didn’t really want to get involved with anyone there. When I got here I was only seventeen, so I felt kinda younger than everyone. Mainly I didn’t want a lot of distractions. And it’s not like I never got off or anything. I mean I had blow jobs and hand jobs, and then there was this time—”

“Too much information!”

This guy was turning into a one-man Dr. Phil show, if Dr. Phil had an X-rated version.

“Oh sorry, Kelly. Don’t get jealous, I mean, you’re the best. Your blow jobs are like unbelievable, when you run your tongue down my—”

“Stop. It’s okay, I’m good with whatever you did or didn’t do before. I was only wondering.”

“I had my chances for sure.” He stopped walking and looked down on me with unfocused fondness. “I’m glad I waited for you.” He decided to punctuate this statement with a big messy kiss.

What was wrong with me? He was totally hammered, and I was still finding him the sexiest guy on the planet. Guess I could never think with my head instead of my… other parts. But it was interesting to know about Jimmy’s history—it was actually like mine. I was seventeen before I dated at all. Waiting wasn’t a big deal for me, so it wasn’t fair to think it should be different for Jimmy.

We got back to his place, and Jimmy dropped his coat and shoes on the floor. This was another sign he was drunk, since he usually removed his jacket and shoes and put everything away neatly.

He was stretched out on his bed with his arms behind his head when I came from hanging up our coats. He had taken off his shirt and was wearing only jeans and white socks. Looking very cut, his new muscle definition was capital-H Hot. He was still pretty talkative.

“You know, Kelly, since you were my first, I would like to be your first too.”

“Well... ” What could I say? Maybe if we hopped into the Wayback Machine and went to 2004 that would be possible.

“I mean, maybe we could do stuff you’ve never done with anyone else.”

I could see this idea had some awkward possibilities. What if we couldn’t find anything in that category? Would that mean I was a total skank?

“Such as?” My fingers were crossed.

“Sometimes I imagine you, kind of stripping for me, like here in my room. You know, like a hot exotic dancer.”

Okay, phew, not anything I’d ever done. Even his fantasies were kind of wholesome. At least I didn’t have to put on a rubber mask or handcuffs.

“I’ve never done that before. But I don’t know if I would be good at it.” I mean they had actual classes in this kind of thing, Pole Dancing 101. But the closest thing to a pole here was his hockey stick.

“But you’re a really good dancer, a sexy dancer.” Yeah, that made one of us.

“Okay, I’ll try it.”

I had seen music videos, how hard could it be? But I was a little nervous. “Do you have anything alcoholic to drink here? I could use something.”

If I were feeling half as loose as Jimmy, this would be no problem. I found my iPod and started scrolling through for music that would be suitable.

Jimmy got up and rummaged in a drawer and came up with a mickey of vodka. He must have brought it from home, because I was pretty sure they didn’t sell mickeys in the States. “Do you want mix with this? I can get something from the machine.” he asked.

“Yes please, maybe some OJ?”

“Actually, I have that in my fridge.” He had a mini-fridge in his room stocked with water, sports drinks, protein shakes, and apparently OJ. I poured myself a short drink that was half and half and belted it back.

“Okay, I’ll get ready.”

Jimmy lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to fall asleep, was he? Well, if he did, I would be off the hook for this performance. I fixed the lights, dimming them where possible and draping my scarf over the bedside lampshade. Then I went to the bathroom with my suitcase. I did a quick clean up, chose a lacy black bra and g-string set, and added some eyeliner and pink lipgloss. Now my preference for layered clothing was going to pay off, I added a red cami, my white shirt and a pair of yoga pants. As I looked in my cosmetic bag, I got another idea too. The alcohol kicked in and I felt warm and relaxed.

I called through the bathroom door, “Okay, I’m coming out.”

Showtime.