Page 51 of Hockey 101

You’re sniffing me, Andy observes.

Only because I can’t lick you in public, I joke.

She giggles. You want to lick my hair?

Oh, if she wants to play games, I can do that. Maybe not your hair, but there are other places.

Andy looks up, her dark eyes sparking with heat. Tell me.

I look down the valley between her breasts, but only say, Your ears.

Boring, she scoffs.

Not true. I’ll make sure you like it. I already know her earlobes are sensitive. I run my thumb over her lobe and she shivers.

As the music crescendoes, I spin her around with one arm. When I pull her back in, my thumb grazes the top of one plump breast.

And there, I whisper into her ear. Can’t wait to taste you there.

She swallows visibly. Oh.

My hand traces the curve of her hip. Here, too.

I run my hands down her arms, then pull them up to loop around my neck again. When she’s pressed tightly against me, I lower my head so only Andy can hear me.

Most of all, I want to spread your thighs wide and lick you there. To taste you and make you feel so good. It’s something I dream about.

Andy’s groan vibrates against me. Only I can feel how her entire body weakens against mine, like I’ve unlocked her desires by giving voice to my own. Andy’s orgasms are something I’ve imagined so many times, picturing her sharp exterior softening as I fuck her with my cock or my tongue. What could be more satisfying than making someone so tightly wound lose all control?

The song ends and she pulls away, looking up at me with eyes clouded with desire. Then she visibly pulls herself together.

You’re very good at dirty talk, she says hoarsely.

Am I? It’s not something I’ve done much, but it feels natural with Andy because I’m just being honest—telling her what I want and what I want to do to her.

We share one more slow dance, a more discreet one this time, which lets us cool off a bit. But Andy’s body feels just as good against mine. Once the song ends, she pushes away. I have to pee, she announces, and disappears into the crowd.

I stand next to Wally as he fiddles with his laptop.

You having fun, Sinc? he asks.

I shove him half-heartedly. Yeah, no thanks to you.

Aww, don’t be mad, bro. You only had to wait five extra minutes for your chance to grind on your big crush.

Rosie, his girlfriend, returns with drinks for both of them. She shakes her head.

Poor Jack. I told Connor not to do that. She slides in beside him and gives him a hip check. She and Wally get teased because they look like they could be brother and sister with their long limbs and auburn hair.

Rosie turns to me. Are you and Andy going out now?

I don’t know yet, I say honestly. Of course I hope so, but I don’t want to jump ahead.

Rosie smiles. I had a class with her. Last year, or maybe sophomore year? She’s nice. Really smart.

I’m relieved to hear her words. Back in junior, Cori used to complain about the girlfriend cliques and how hard it was to break into them. So, it’s nice that Rosie already likes Andy.

Eventually I leave to search for Andy, who’s been gone for ages. I find her upstairs.

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