I walked out of Liz’s apartment and to my car…it was the same thing I did every time. I met her at a bar after one of my first games in Philadelphia. She was gorgeous; she was kind of tall, thin with all of the right curves, soft honey brown eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. When I followed her back to her apartment that night, I figured it would be a one night stand. Boy, was I wrong…she was amazing and I couldn’t get enough of her. I knew that I could get her to fall for me just enough that I could call her at a moment’s notice and find my way into her bed. No matter what though, I made sure to keep my feelings in check. I didn’t want a relationship, I wanted sex, good sex, and a lot of it…and that’s what I was getting.
I went back to my place and was able to fall asleep immediately. My alarm was set for a three hour nap before heading to the rink for the game. We were playing the Oilers, everyone figured it would be an easy game…no one really expects an upset when the first place and thirtieth place teams meet up. The afternoon session was so good that I texted Liz as soon as I woke up that I was leaving tickets for her at will call. She wore my jersey to games and sat in seats that I reserved for her, then I would take her home and have my way.
When I walked into the dressing room, I was very well rested and ready to play. Most of the single guys on the team had a girl…or in Jeff Carter’s case a list of girls…that they could call after the game to relax. It was the same in Chicago and in Toronto and luckily, I found my Philly girl not long after moving there.
“Wow Steeger,” my captain Mike Richards started, “someone had a good rest today.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’ve got that amazing lay glow to you.”
“Same as always.”
“Same girl?”
“Yeah, she’s hot, she’s good, and she’s fun…plus, she knows there’s no strings.”
“Sure about that?”
“Oh yeah,” I responded, thinking back to earlier that afternoon. She kept telling me that she couldn’t do it anymore, before giving in to me. I knew exactly how to make her scream and every scream made me want her more. We had talked about it a few times; she knew that it was just sex and nothing more. She never tried to contact me unless it was to hook up; if we were on a long road trip, I didn’t hear from her at all.
“Don’t hesitate. Seeing her tonight?”
“Got her tickets to the game.”
“Whoa…you got your booty call tickets?” Carts yelled in the background.
“She has his jersey too,” Richie added.
“Game worn?”
“Shut up, Carts. She’s a good lay, nothing more,” I responded.
“What’s next, is she gonna be wearing your Cup ring?” Carts laughed, causing Richie to do the same.
I just laughed off what they were saying and got ready for the game. We went out for warm ups and I saw that Liz was sitting right behind the penalty boxes; she was wearing my jersey and sitting with her friend Rachel. Rachel almost always wore a Richie jersey when I saw her. We never talked at games; I made a deal with Liz that she would just meet me at my car after and I would take her home. Sometimes she would give me road head and it would make everything worth it.
During warm ups, Richie skated over to me and said “you’re a little red, your girl in the stands?”
“She’s not my girl.”
“So defensive…she which one is she?”
“Third row, the brunette, she’s next to the cute blonde.”
“Nice work, she’s hot….her friend is too…what’s her story?”
“No clue, her name is Rachel and she’s got your name on her back. I don’t know anything else.”
“Girlfriend doesn’t tell you about her friends?”
“Sex toy doesn’t talk…just moans,” I responded.
“Dude, the more you talk about her like this, the more I think you’re into this girl…in more than the literal sense.”
I blew off Richie’s comment and continued to stretch and get ready for the game. The game started off horribly, our defense broke down and Boosh had no chance at the first two shots of the game. Luckily, we rallied back and were up 3-2 with only three minutes left in the game. I got caught in the play and ended up taking hooking penalty which led to them scoring the equalizer. I went right back on the ice and an attempt to clear the zone led to a turnover and the Oilers scored with only seconds left on the clock. I lost the game. I was angry, I was frustrated, I felt like I let down the team…I needed to take out my frustration on Liz.
Throughout my life, I had always wanted to fuck a girl senseless in the locker room. It seemed like the perfect night, so I texted Liz to meet me there after the game. Everyone but Richie had either left or had been gathering their belongings to leave; he still had to shower because he spent so much time with the reporters talking about losing the game. He was too professional to ever blame me, but I was so angry at myself and needed to get all of it out.
I sat down and put my head in my hands, just trying to erase the memories of the game. I needed something to make it all go away and I knew that Liz could do just that for me. I heard the door open and looked up to see Liz standing there; she always looked so fucking sexy in my jersey. One night, I let her come to my place and she put on the jersey and nothing else, I had no choice but to let her keep it because she had never looked sexier. She wasn’t alone; I knew that Rachel was with her, but she never brought her when she came to meet me before. I didn’t know what Liz told her, so I decided to put on a friendly face.
Richie walked out of the shower as soon as I got up to walk over to Liz; I saw Rachel’s face and knew that getting rid of her would be extremely easy. While I knew that it would make Richie continue to think there were feelings involved, I greeted Liz with a kiss on the cheek. She looked at me as though she was in love with me and I didn’t care. I needed to play nice so that it would be easier to get rid of Rachel.
“Hi, you must be Rachel,” I said, extending my hand to her.
“I am,” she responded, “hi Kris.” Her eyes never came off of Richie as she shook my hand. I turned around to Richie and nodded for him to come over to me. He probably thought it was going to be to meet Liz, but it was really so he could meet Rachel. Most likely he was pissed too and needed to get out his frustrations; it would be much easier to have a girl come to him than have to go out and either call one or find one.
“Richie, this is Liz and her friend Rachel,” I introduced them knowingly implying to Liz that Richie knew who she was.
“Hi girls, nice to meet you,” Richie responded. It was pretty clear that he noticed the looks that Rachel was giving him. Her face screamed a mix of admiration and pure lust.
“Hi,” Rachel said, it was almost adorable how star struck she was and I saw a smirk come to Richie’s face.
“Nice jersey,” he said to her.
“Thanks,” she giggled out.
I took Liz’s hand and offered her a tour of the locker room. While there wasn’t much to show, I wanted to leave Richie alone with Rachel so he would get the hint to take her away. The more I looked at her, the more I just wanted to fuck her senseless right there, but I had to wait for us to be completely alone. I glanced over at Richie and saw that he was laying it on thick and it would only be a matter of minutes before he convinced Rachel to take him home with her.
It only took a few more minutes until Richie motioned over that he was leaving and taking Rachel with him. The girls exchanged some type of looks and then Liz looked back at me before saying, “so, we’re alone now.” Instead of responding with words, I pulled her close and pressed my mouth against hers. She made it very easy for me to slip my tongue between her lips to engage in a violent wrestling match with hers. I moved my hand between her legs and began to rub her jeans until she started to writhe in my arms. While I knew she was ready, I wanted to tease her.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked between breaths.
“No, I want you right here,” I responded, moving her up against an empty wall. I kissed her neck and began to suck and nibble on the nape. I pushed my body so hard against hers that she would be unable to move as my right hand unbuttoned her jeans. I slid them down her body and ran my finger across her clit. She let out a moan and I pressed harder against her clit, feeling it pulsing between my fingers. The more she screamed, the harder I rubbed before moving my finger inside of her. She let out a scream and I just pushed my fingers harder and harder while continuing to hold her body against the wall. I moved down to my knees and started to lick the wetness from inside of her, I ran my teeth violently against her clit and felt her body convulse against me.
I pulled my jersey off of her and removed her bra before giving full attention to her breasts with my mouth, biting her nipples until she screamed. Every time she moaned, I moved harder against her. I moved back up and began to kiss her again while removing all of my clothes. Without even moving away from her, I lined up my cock with her dripping hole and started to pound away as hard as I could. She was letting out sounds of pleasure with every thrust.
Without pulling out, I moved over to the bench and pulled her on top of me. I moved her up and down grabbing her tits with my teeth any time they came close to my mouth. I started thrusting harder and made her bounce even more until I could feel her tightening around me. I pulled her off and bent her over the bench. I threw myself back into her from behind and just started to bang her as hard as I possibly could. She was screaming and I was enjoying every second of it. Suddenly, the game didn’t exist anymore…the only thing I could feel was the blood rushing to my cock. I felt my ball tighten, ready to release everything I had into her. As soon as I came, I went over and put my clothes back on, while she stood there, sweaty, vulnerable, and cum dripping down her leg. I might have felt bad if not for the smile on her face and she sat down on the bench to catch her breath. I threw her the jersey and her pants and walked over, kissing her on the cheek.
Liz always let me do whatever I wanted to her. She got so much pleasure out of being with me that I could fuck her senseless and usually walk away. For some reason though, I knew that if I walked out with her sitting there like that, I could lose the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. I made sure to keep her as happy as she was satisfied so that she would always come back for more.
