Page 55 of Slapshot
Always eager when it comes to making out, she meets my enthusiasm as she slips her fingers under my shirt. I did not intend for this to go straight to sex, but damn if it isn’t hard to hold back with Kaitlyn.
“Wanna play a game?”
“A naked game?” she asks, moving one hand to cup my dick through my jeans.
Groaning, I reluctantly shake my head.
“Hmmm… maybe we can compromise?” she asks.
“I’m listening.”
She unbuckles my jeans and pushes them down with my boxers. My dick springs free, happy and eager.
“Fuck me first and then we can play anything you want.”
The order isn’t quite what I had in mind, but who am I to wreck the girl’s dream date?
* * *
After we christen my desk and then the floor, we stay sprawled out there. I grab my comforter to block some of the cold from the floor and Kaitlyn settles beside me with her head on my chest.
“Are you going home for Thanksgiving break?” I ask.
“And leave you guys to fend for yourself?” She smiles. “No, I’m staying in Burlington. Holidays aren’t really a big thing in my family anyway. We usually just go to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. When I was younger, we would have these big feasts. My mom and her sisters would spend all day in the kitchen making so much food. But after my parents got divorced, we’d just do takeout or something simple and watch football. It will be weird not seeing my family on the day though.”
She hums her agreement. “My dad is actually coming down next week.”
“Oh, that’s cool. To spend Thanksgiving with you?”
“No.” She rolls her eyes. “Dalager Sports attends the career fair every year. I’m secondary, as always.”
“I thought I heard someone say that he hadn’t been back to the university in years.”
“He hasn’t. The company always sends someone to the career fair though.”
I grab my wine, take a drink, and then offer it to her. “You don’t think it’s a coincidence that the first time he’s personally coming is the first year that you’re here?”
“I think it would look bad if he didn’t and he knows it.”
“Savage.”
She’s quiet and I want to press, even though I know it’s a dicey topic.
“Do you really believe that?”
“I don’t know. It’s easier, you know? With my dad, it’s better to expect nothing.” She runs a finger along the rim of the glass to wipe away a drop of wine ready to drip down the side, then brings that finger to her mouth. “When I was younger, it was little things—a missed orchestra concert because he had to work late, leaving me with nannies while he went into the office on weekends, then shipping me off to boarding school because it was easier for him to not have to deal with me at all…” She takes another sip. “I haven’t always made it easy on him. I’ll own that, but aren’t parents supposed to love you even when you screw up?”
“In theory. Probably depends on how much trouble your kids cause,” I tease her.
“I was an awful teenager. I’m still pretty awful. Getting kicked out of college is among some of my finest work for sure, but there’s a long list of crap that I’m not exactly proud of.”
“We all fuck up.”
“Not as much as I have. I push people away. I know that I do. It’s just… easier.”
“You don’t push everyone away. I know you’ve dated at least the one other dude, Vivian’s got your back for sure, and me.”
