Page 54 of Hockey 101

She pulls my head down to the circle of glowing skin revealed by her top. I kiss my way down the valley between her breasts. Her skin is warmer here, and I inhale the faint scent of vanilla mingling with Andy’s own heady fragrance.

I reach down to cup one of her breasts. I gently squeeze its soft weight and Andy gasps. Even through her clothes, her nipple stiffens against my palm. I prop myself up with one elbow to figure out her complicated top, which wraps around and doesn’t seem to have any zippers or buttons.

Andy lets out an impatient grunt. Let me help. She sits up, pulls the top over her head, then reaches back and unclasps her bra, discarding everything beside the bed.

But despite her boldness, when she lies back down, she covers her breasts with one arm. She’s watching me with an oddly nervous expression. I raise myself up to take her in.

You’re so beautiful. I stroke her dark hair. My words aren’t enough to express how lovely she is. I’m so attracted to Andy—and now it’s the contrast of her confidence and her vulnerability that’s irresistible.

Let me see you. I grasp her wrist, but wait until she nods before I pin her arm down by her side.

Fuck. Your breasts are perfect, I breathe. And they are—full and round, with puffy brown nipples that are pebbled in the cool air. So sensitive. I lower myself over her and take a breast in each hand. I suck on one nipple, bathing it with my tongue and caressing the hard point. Then I move to the other nipple, sucking even harder and taking as much luscious tit in my mouth as possible.

Andy moans and arches her back, like she’s begging me to take more into my mouth. I’m happy to oblige. I alternate between sucking and squeezing each delicious mound. Andy grips my head to her as she wriggles underneath me and moans throatily. She’s so responsive. Finally, she raises herself up on her elbows.

Take off your shirt, she demands. I want to feel us. Skin to skin.

I practically rip off my shirt and toss it behind me. I straddle her waist and pluck at her stiff, wet nipples.

Andy reaches up to run her hands over the slope of my pecs, pinching my nipples too. I have to stop myself from grinding against her.

Then she caresses my biceps, then grips them and pulls me onto her. The sensation of her hot skin against mine is electrifying. Even better is the feel of her soft breasts against my chest.

Fuck, I groan.

I roll onto the bed and pull her on top of me. Our hands explore everywhere we can reach, like we’re impatient to know each other’s bodies.

I’m so into making out with Andy that when I hear a click, it doesn’t even register until a woman giggles and the overhead light comes on.

Andy yelps and dives under the covers. I sit up and see Lloyd—of course. He’s got his arm around a woman and both of them look surprised. Not as surprised as us, though.

Oh, sorry, man. I didn’t know that you were using our room tonight. I’m already pissed, but then Lloyd hesitates, as if I might offer to leave and give up the bedroom to him.

All my frustrations with him boil over. I shout, Get the fuck out!

He leaves without even turning off the light, so I have to get up and turn it off. When I turn back to the bed, Andy is already putting her bra on. Shit.

You don’t have to go. They’re gone now, I plead.

I know, but…that kind of killed the mood. Anyway, we should get back to the party. Dawn texted me wondering where I am.

She bends to search for her top. I watch the jiggle of those soft breasts I was feasting on moments ago, and sigh.

Andy looks up at me. Are you mad at me now?

Mad? No, why?

Because we’re not— She motions towards the bed.

Of course not. Everything still feels like a test with Andy, so I choose my words carefully. I don’t care what we do, I just like being with you.

She arches a dark eyebrow. Really? So, if we never had sex, you’d be okay with that?

Maybe I’d say something after a couple of years, I joke.

Andy laughs, then asks, What did he mean by ‘our room’? I thought this was your room.

As we dress, I pour out everything that’s been happening with Lloyd. It feels good to vent, even though I sound like a whiner.

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