— D —
We sat in the locker room, avoiding Coach Fisher, Coach Martin and Emily, and all of the fans for as long as we could. In all of my time in the other league, I’d never encountered a fan event quite like the one we were having that night. The promotions team and booster club called it “Skates and Skirts,” and it was promoted as a way for our female fanbase to get to know the players better and to learn more about the game. Both Sean and Cam assured me that it had turned into what felt like an all-access pass for puck bunnies to try to sink their claws into a Valors player.
I turned toward our unusually quiet assistant captain, surprised that he wasn’t already commenting lewdly about the attention that would be received that evening. Instead of joining the conversation, he sat in front of his cubby staring intensely at his phone. His eyebrows were knitted together, and there was a pink tinge to his cheeks. I could have been wrong, but his chest rising and falling suggested that his breathing was labored, too.
“You’re awfully quiet, Cap!” Cam called when he noticed me staring at Sean.
His head jerked upward, and he grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry. I’m texting Charlie.”
I fought hard to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. “What’s got you so quiet?”
“Come here, I'll show you,” he said, and I started toward the man.
Cam laughed. “Nope, I know what that means. I’m outta here. Catch you guys later; I’m going rabbit hunting.”
Curiosity at Cam’s reaction stalled my advance toward Tremblay. Suddenly I wasn't so sure that I wanted to see what Sean was prepared to show me. He held the phone up at me and waved it tauntingly, and I shook my head. Fuck it. If Sean was willing to share it, I was willing to read it.
He stood and pointed at his chair. “Sit,” he instructed, and I obeyed. He thrust the phone into my hands and said, “I’m gonna find Charlie. Leave it on the chair when you’re done.”
I nodded mutely as he chuckled. He laughed his way from the room, and I turned my attention to the phone grasped tightly in my hand. I questioned again whether I was actually prepared to read what I was certain would be a conversation that could make it difficult for me to look at Sean or Charlie in the eye. I took a deep breath and pressed the home button of Sean’s iPhone.
Today 6:13 PM
And if u can make it here by
8 I promise to make u cum
so hard ur legs won’t have
the strength to stand on the
skates youll try to strap on
later tonight
You shouldn’t make promises
you can’t keep.
Why do u think I can’t
Do you have any idea how
much work you have to put
into making a girl cum?
Only a few texts in and my mouth dropped open. I wasn’t sure if it was shock from the brazen come on Sean led with or awe from Charlie’s equally brazen replies. My shock quickly turned to annoyance when I remembered her response to me accidentally insinuating that I could make her cum. What about Sean blatantly saying it was any more appropriate than me saying it?
I didn’t bother to fight the eye roll this time—any girl would be more interested in the assistant captain of the team, not the newbie. I nearly put the phone down with but the next text caught my attention, and I kept reading.
U seemed into it when I
had u moaning against your
car the other night
That poor excuse for an
orgasm wasn’t nearly earth
shattering. My legs
weren't shaking until my
hands found their way
between them later that night.
Tell me about it
I drove home, more frustrated
than when I went to your
apartment. Your lips may have
made me weak, but I was less
than satisfied with the wham-
bam-thank-you-ma’am dry
hump against my car.
Now that’s an interesting tidbit, I thought to myself. When Sean returned to the apartment from walking Charlie to her car, he bragged that he’d gotten some action but refused to say exactly what happened. We initially thought it was false bravado; that he was trying to save his pride from being hurt at being shot down. Annoyance reared its ugly head—why would he keep something like that from us? A little dry humping certainly wasn’t doing the deed, but he was getting further than any of us thought he might.
I glanced back down at the phone. I was only a little disgusted with myself for wanting to continue to read the text exchange. After a few demeaning moments, I managed to convince myself that it was for more of Charlie’s sick burns about Sean’s “sexpertise” than anything else. It especially wasn’t about the hardening of my dick in my pants.
Wham bam thank u maam
isn’t my style I’m a little
offended
My vagina was a little
offended. A girl should never
have to come home
frustrated, soaking wet, and so
horny that she can barely
stand herself.
I take pride in what I do
When I got home, I stood
with my back pressed against
my front door, hands shaking
and knees wobbly. Your
orgasm may have been weak,
but it stoked a fire that hadn’t
been lit in a very long time.
Tell me more
I yanked my shirt off, skin
tingling as the soft cotton
fabric caressed my body. My
nipples puckered as I pulled
my bra over my head; and I
ran my hands over my skin
slowly, reveling in the feeling
of goosebumps and pebbled
nipples. A slight pinch caused
a jolt of heat to race through
my body and a gasp to
escape my lips.
Holy shit
Holy shit, indeed. I fought to control several warring emotions within me. My earlier annoyance was present but was nothing compared to the anger that was rushing through my body. How was it that I elicited such a visceral reaction from her when I met her? Sean was rude, brash, and disrespectful, but she responded to him like an animal starved for attention. I was respectful in my interest and wasn’t intentionally a complete creep to her. It pissed me off that she still responded to Sean when he was definitely being a creep.
My pride was a little hurt by the different ways she treated us and our attention. My pride was very hurt by the fact that her texts were the reason for my aching erection that was uncontrollable and inappropriate in its existence.
I continued to run my hands
down my body with a feather
light touch. Ripples of heat
followed the path of my
fingers, and I unbuttoned my
pants and allowed them to
sink slowly to the floor. My
back arched slightly when my
fingers found my wet, hot
pussy.
Fuuuuuuuuuuck
I circled my clit once, and I
had to bite my lip to keep from
shouting out. My legs
trembled, and I knew I would
tremors that would eventually
overtake my body. I slid my
panties off before following
them to the floor. My back
stuck with sweat to my front
door, and my bent knees were
spread apart just enough for
my fingers to find my clit once
more.
I can almost see it in my head
ur perfect tits would be
flushed with the heat of your
body ur lips would be
parted slightly and u would
gasp especial
ly if I was there
my tongue can be just as
good as ur fingers
Don’t tease. My fingers are
amazing. I circled my clit a
few times, my breath laboring
with the ministrations and my
thighs trembling from the
pressure. I slipped my middle
finger in, but it wasn’t
enough. I added my index
finger, and I pumped myself
shamelessly—not caring at
all that my hand was slick
with the evidence of my
arousal.
I would lick u clean before
before making u wet all
over again
I pinched my nipple hard while
my fingers pumped in and out
of me. My sweat slicked body
sagged further down the door
until only my shoulders were
braced against the cool
surface. Moans and gasps
escaped from my lips loudly at
the electric sensation I got
from pinching my nipple. I
palmed my breast, my nails
digging in from the pressure,
within my pussy and returned
them to my clit. My muscles
tensed, and the heat that had
built in my core exploded
through my entire body. I lay
on the floor, gasping for
breath, trembling, and wishing
you had been able to make
me feel so good.
Charlie my dick is urs get
here and I’ll show u how
good I can make u feel
Oh, I want your cock, but
we’re doing this on my terms.
What I want, how I want.
Understood?
Be here at 8?
When I want.
I stared at the phone in shock. I was struggling to reconcile this woman with the one I’d had a few limited interactions with. How could she be so brash in person but downright sexy on the phone? I groaned at the thought and stared with more than a little derision at the noticeable bulge in my pants. I shifted in the chair and grimaced as the tight denim constricted me even further. There was no way that I could function at the event in this state. I stood, dropped the phone on the chair, and headed toward the training room next to Coach’s office.
You are not to touch your dick, Devon, became the most demeaning mantra ever as I closed the door to the training room behind me. I was disgusted enough with myself as it was; I wasn’t going to make it worse by actually getting off to the texts between the two.
I stared at the blank wall ahead of me and tried to think of anything that would calm my racing blood and bulging erection. Going to church with grandma. Getting cross-checked on the ice. Wasting my time on hockey and never actually doing something with my life. I crossed my arms over my chest tightly and clenched my jaw. I knew it wasn’t okay, but the only way I was getting out of that boner was by rubbing one out.
A few shame-filled minutes passed before I heard footsteps in the locker room. I glanced down at my raging erection in embarrassment and found myself praying that whoever it was wouldn’t open the door to the training room. It was embarrassing enough to be sitting in a dark room with my pants around my ankles; I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if someone walked in on me in my current state. A sigh of relief heaved from deep in my chest when I heard the door to Coach’s office open and shut a few tense seconds later. If I could hide out for 10 to 15 minutes more, I could take care of my ill-timed boner and no one would be any wiser.
Muffled voices—one male, one female—intrigued me, and I could faintly make out what sounded like Sean’s voice saying Charlie’s name. Fucking great, I thought. They would be my neighbors when I was at the lowest point of my adult life. I started to work my jeans back up my thighs because there was no way in all levels of hell I was sitting through what I was sure to be a quick and dirty fuck between my new roommate and… well, whatever the hell Charlie was. My hands stilled at the sound of Charlie’s low, keening moan.
My dick stirred at the sound, and I found that it was extremely possible to hate myself more than I did just a little while ago. I shook my head as I leaned back against the training table. My jeans were now halfway down my hips, and my dignity was even lower still. It was a small mercy that I could only hear Charlie moaning through the paper thin walls. I could only imagine that Sean was between her legs, and a jealous rage overtook my body. Jealousy gave way to unbridled arousal, and it only took a few more moans from Charlie before I was imagining myself between her legs and my dick was in my hand.
“For the love of Gretzky,” I heard her exclaim, and I imagined myself pumping my fingers in and out of her while licking her clit. I would wrap an arm under her thigh and throw her legs over my shoulders giving me unhindered access to her pussy. My hand tightened around my dick, and I pumped harder at the thought of her supple legs baring down on my shoulders.
Her moans grew louder from the next room, and I worked myself faster. Her thighs would tighten, and she would push herself closer to me, begging me to finger her harder, to lick her clit faster. She would moan my name loudly as her legs shook and her pussy dripped and tightened around my fingers.
“Jesus Christ!” she called from the next room, and I imagined the satiated grin that would spread slowly across her face as my own cum dripped from my fingers.
The heady feeling of orgasm was quickly replaced with one of shame as I heard shuffling from the next room and footsteps and voices ringing loudly through the hallway outside of the locker room. I quickly wiped my hands clean with the first towel I could find and pulled my clothes into place.
The shame of my actions was pushed aside when I stepped into the locker room at the same time as Emily and Joseph. “Hey, Emily; hey, Coach!” I said a little more loudly than necessary. I no longer wanted to imagine what was happening behind the door of Coach Fisher’s office, but I couldn’t let Charlie face the embarrassment of her best friend’s sister finding her with her pants down.
“Oh!” Emily exclaimed. Her surprise at finding me in the otherwise unoccupied locker room was evident on her face. “You startled me, Devon.”
“Sorry, ma’am.”
Emily nodded, but it was Joseph who spoke next, “Listen, we’re looking for Sean. It can be pretty hard to get him to these events, which really pisses Gerald off. I could have sworn that I heard him telling Anthony that he needed to pop into the locker room for a minute, but he’s been gone awhile. Have you seen him recently?”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes and instead smiled politely at my new coach and his wife. With a shake of my head, I replied, “No, I came down here to look for him, too, because I had a question about the event. He’s been to so many of them, and he’s been very supportive, so I thought he might answer it for me. I haven't seen him, though, but I’ll help you look for him if you’d like.”
Those motherfuckers owed me.
Chapter 8
— C —
“Charlie, I need you to tell me what happened between you and that guy at that hockey thing the other night,” Nate said a whiny tone to his voice.
Our eyes connected in the rearview mirror, and I shook my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” was my calm reply. Not only did I feel like it was too soon to talk about what exactly conspired between my legs at the event, it was also a conversation that I was unwilling to have when Lindsey could appear at any time.
Nate and I were in my car in the parking lot outside of Addlestone—the College of Charleston’s library—waiting for Lindsey to finish a tutoring session so we could get dinner and drinks at a Chili’s in Mt. Pleasant. I was initially less than willing to join her for dinner since I one thousand percent lied to her about the Skates and Skirts event. It didn’t help that she insisted I
invite Nate—I was seriously confused by their near tolerance of one another as of late.
I left the event shortly after my office tryst with Sean, shamefully turned on with my heart beating an erratic cadence in my chest. I’d text Lindsey and Emily and told them that my stomach felt weird and that I wouldn’t be able to make it. Neither woman knew that Emily nearly caught me with Sean’s face buried between my legs, cumming harder than I had in years. The jury was still out on whether or not Devon Cote knew that he saved our asses, and I certainly wasn’t eager to find out.
“Don’t play coy with me, bitch. You pulled out just ahead of me the other night.”
I studiously ignored him, looking everywhere except the rearview mirror. If we made eye contact, he would easily be able to make out the shame and deceit lying in wait behind my hazel eyes. He tutted from the backseat, and I could practically hear his eyes roll as he began tapping away at the screen of his phone. The tense silence stretched between us for a few uncomfortable minutes before I started to squirm.
I wiped sweaty palms on my jeans and cleared my throat. “So,” I started, staring at my fingers flexing against the light denim of my jeans, “it’s interesting that Lindsey asked me to invite you to get dinner and drinks with us.”