tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43246723590944150932024-03-05T22:59:19.653-05:00Ulterior MotivesOne-Shots and Various Short Stories that aren't even close to being rated G...HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-85795441499818731432012-06-12T12:29:00.000-04:002012-06-13T16:17:58.258-04:00Seven Days - Zach PariseI wrote this a few months ago, but I couldn't get it out the way I wanted it to....<br />
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Maybe the timing is a little bad considering what happened last night in game 6, but I've been promising Saf a Parise story forever now and hopefully this will cheer her up a bit. :) <br />
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Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand<br />
She said it was her first time to see the sea<br />
Helping her climb across those jetty rocks<br />
Was the first time I touched her hand<br />
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The rain and the way that felt never let up all week<br />
By Thursday I knew everything about her<br />
And God, the last day I didn't wanna leave without her<br />
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked<br />
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face<br />
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain<br />
And the way she called my name<br />
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times<br />
Those seven days a thousand<br />
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Time was like the tide, it came and went<br />
That old pier ran clear out into the mist<br />
My mind plays back that Tuesday night<br />
Again and again, and again<br />
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I taste that saltwater taffy on her lips<br />
Wednesday morning snuck in through the window<br />
We just laid there and listened to the waves come and go<br />
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked<br />
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face<br />
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain<br />
And the way she called my name<br />
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times<br />
Those seven days a thousand<br />
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Moments with her, now they're all a blur<br />
Except for every second and every word<br />
Every drop of rain, every single grain of sand<br />
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The sidewalks, the streets were soaked<br />
The sky was gray but you should've seen her face<br />
Shining like that lighthouse through all the rain<br />
And the way she called my name<br />
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I've lived those seven days a thousand times<br />
Those seven days a thousand times<br />
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Seven days a thousand times<br />
A thousand times<br />
Seven days a thousand times <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“Plans have changed,” I growled,
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urgency flowed through my veins. If I
hurried, I’d make it there by sunset.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“The
wet sand feels so weird between my toes,” she squealed while watching the sand
squeeze up between her perfectly pedicured toes. Walking in the sand after rain-storms had
been a favorite of mine ever since I was a kid, but this time was
different. Maybe it was the smell of the
salt water instead of the fresh-water fish smell from the Minnesota lakes I
spent my summers growing up on. Or maybe
it was the beautiful stranger I was walking with on this warm evening. I knew absolutely nothing about her except
that she liked peppermint salt-water taffy and had thick golden hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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just arrived here at Scarborough Beach as the sun came up. It had been one hell of a long season and
full of let-downs. First let down came
in February in Vancouver after settling for a bitter tasting silver medal. The second let down came just a few days ago
after losing out in the first round of the playoffs to the Flyers. Heightened expectations came with landing
Kovy at the trade-deadline, but it just made it hurt more when we fell to the
ground. A couple of the boys had plans
to head to Cabo to unwind, but I wasn’t in the mood for partying. Instead I
opted for seclusion; some time for me to get it all straightened out in my
head. After doing some research on the
computer, I rented a cottage and headed up to the quiet beaches of Maine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rain storm had just passed and after getting settled into my beach-side hut, I
decided to go and check out my home for the week. I spotted a small concession stand along-side
the beach called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Shack </i>and
realized I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I made my way over for some
ice cream. While standing in line, she
came skipping over and butted in front of me.
Clearing my throat in annoyance she spun around and went on some rant
about how she was going to die if she didn’t get the last box of peppermint salt-water
taffy that she remembered receiving as a gift from her grandmother when she was
a child. Her sincere speech couple with
her foreign accent had me laughing by the end and I found myself buying the box
of taffy for her after I made her promise to share a few pieces with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You’ve
never been to the beach?” I asked, taking a few larger steps to catch up to
her. I had been lagging behind, watching
her react to the surroundings. It was as
if she was taking in the world for the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“My
family is not the beach going type,” she laughed with a sad, thoughtful
smile. “That is why I decided to come
here…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I
see,” I said quietly. I’m not quite sure
what made me follow her after we left the concession stand. On a normal day, salt-water taffy wouldn’t
have been a good enough excuse, but today it seemed like the right idea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Have
you been here often?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“This
is my first time, actually.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Huh,”
was all she said before stopping and looking at the jetty rocks that jutted out
of the sand. She turned towards me and
the gleam in her eyes was a warning that whatever happened next was going to
change my life forever. “I think I found
the perfect place to have some of this taffy,” she whispered excitedly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh?”
I laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You
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I could do was nod. She didn’t even tell
me her plan, but I already knew and before she could move, I began climbing the
rocks so that I could turn and help her.
She took my outstretched hand and didn’t leave go the rest of the night
except to open up her pieces of salt-water taffy. It was if our hands had been molded to one
another. We sat on a mossy patch on top
of the jetty and watched the sunset behind the trees with the sound of the
ocean in the background.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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told me her name was Maddie and that she was from Sweden. I told her my name was Zach and that I was
born in Minnesota, but that I was living in New Jersey at the moment. In the beginning we didn’t really ask
questions about who we were. Instead it
was more about silly things kids would ask each other. Topics ranged from what time period we would
choose to go to if we had a Back to the Future car and where we’d live if we
could pick just one place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Maddie
informed me that she wanted to move to Africa and live in the rain-forest. Her innocence made me laugh. In fact, I was sure I hadn’t laughed like this
since before the beginning of the season.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“How
about you? Where would you like to
live?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I
leaned back onto the moss, my fingers still intertwined in hers and thought for
a moment. “I would give up everything to
live back in my hometown all year around,” I said honestly. “I guess it’s not the most exciting place in
the world, but at least I’d be with my family.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When
I looked over at her she was staring at me intently. “You want to move back to your family and I
would give up everything to get away from mine,” she said quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Are
they that terrible?” I asked, not caring if the question was probably too
personal for someone I had just met two hours ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Maddie
leaned back, so that she was level with me and dropped her head backwards to
look up at the fading sunlight. “It’s
complicated. My family is rich and
whatever they say…goes. It’s been like
that all my life. In fact if they knew
that I was here and not in Maryland visiting with my grandmother, they’d have
my head.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What
if they call your grandmother?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“She’s
covering for me. She was never good at
following the rules either,” Maddie grinned at me before suddenly leaning in
and kissing me hard on the lips. When
she pulled back, she giggled and looked back up at the sky. I was still staring at her in surprise when
she warned, “I’m only here for seven days, Zach.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Same
here,” I said quietly, not totally sure what she was getting at, but I had a
clue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">That
first night we fell asleep together on the over-sized hammock under the porch
roof of my hut after laying there listening to the rain fall once again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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As soon as I got on the other
side of Boston, I set the cruise control on the Land Rover, knowing it was
probably safer. The more I thought about
her blonde hair all around me and her blue eyes sparkling like a sun-kissed
ocean, the harder I pressed on the gas pedal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was lovesick for Maddie whom,
up until now, seemed to have forgotten about what happened that summer. As I looked out the windshield at the graying
sky, all I could picture was how the light-houses on the coast reminded me of
her smile during those rainy days we spent together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Look
how beautiful it is!” Maddie exclaimed happily pulling me over to look out the
light-house glass. Despite it being the
3<sup>rd</sup> one we had visited on Sunday, she still acted like it was the
first one we had checked out. I couldn’t
help but laugh at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“It’s
almost the same view as the one we saw a few miles away and it’s dreary as hell
out…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“See,
that is what is wrong with men,” she announced.
“You do not pay attention to the details.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What
do you mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Look
over there,” she pointed to an old wooden boat that had probably wrecked on the
rocks many years ago. “Did we see <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> at the other light-houses?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Nope,
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picked up her camera and put it to her face, taking a few pictures of the
broken boat. When she pulled it away
from her, she coaxed me to look at the camera screen. “It’s almost romantic,” she sighed. I was certain I would have never looked at a
ship-wreck being romantic, but the way she captured it on her camera had me
thinking otherwise. “What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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looked into her eyes and said, “Beautiful.”
Taking the camera from her hand, I set it on a small ledge so that I
could wrap both my arms my other arm around her waist and pulled her towards
me. She was holding her breath when I
pressed my lips to hers. There were other
visitors in the lighthouse, but neither of us seemed too concerned about that
fact. She opened her mouth to me and I
couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, tasting the peppermint taffy on her
tongue. I never heard the beep of her
camera from one of the bystanders taking a picture of us and I wouldn’t know
until her letter came in the mail two years later. When we broke the kiss, we were suddenly
alone and breathing heavy enough to steam up one of the nearby light-house
windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I
want to see one more lighthouse,” Maddie said breathlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I could do was nod my head in acknowledgment; it felt as if all the blood had
rushed downwards, leaving me light-headed and in a daze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“That’s the problem with men.
They never pay attention to the details,”</i> her voice echoed in my
head. I immediately thought of it when I
Taylor Swift’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mine</i> started playing
on the radio. Smiling, all I wished Maddie
was in the passenger seat of the car because I wanted to tell her how every
time the song played, a picture of her and I dancing to in the pouring rain on
the sidewalk that Monday night after dinner, replayed in my mind each and every
time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I’m
certain you are a professional eater or something!” Maddie announced as we
sauntered out of the Italian Resturaunt on Monday night. I just laughed. If only she could meet some of my teammates,
the amount of food consumption that goes on at a normal hockey-team dinner was
astounding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Whatever,
Miss Eat Her Whole Plate of Spaghetti,” I poked gently at her stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Mmm,
it was delicious,” she smiled proudly.
She grabbed my hand and laced her fingers through mine. In the last few days together, it was rare if
we were physically separated and I was okay with that. I didn’t want to be more than a foot away from
her. In fact, tonight at dinner, I made
her sit on the same side of the booth with me; being across the table from her
seemed to be too far away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Good,
I’m glad…I just wish it would stop raining,” I sighed as attempted to put up
the umbrella we bought yesterday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She
stole it from me and began skipping down the sidewalk, away from me, despite
the steady rain. Her white shirt and
pale yellow cotton skirt were quickly becoming wet, but she didn’t seem to
care. Her laughter echoed down the empty
street.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Hey!”
I called after her, breaking into a run to catch up to her. “What are you doing, crazy girl?!” I
laughed. Instead of saying anything, she
immediately stopped in front of a café/bar type place and began humming the
tune that was coming out from the open door.
When I got to her she rested the umbrella against the building and
pulled me towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Dance
with me Zach…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Before
I knew it, we were dancing in the rain on the sidewalk like it was a normal
thing to do and not just something you saw in the movies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You made a rebel out of a careless
man’s careful daughter. You are the best
thing that’s ever been mine...” </span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">she
sang while looking straight into my soul.
Something told me as she sang the words; she meant every one of
them. I especially enjoyed the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ever been mine</i> part. I had never been one for the sappy romance stories,
but it was obvious Maddie and me were writing our own. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the
lips, but the rest of our dance together was filled with laughter and more singing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I grabbed a coffee at the
rest-stop. Despite the adrenaline from
the anticipation, I needed some caffeine and a stop to stretch my legs. As I climbed back into the Land Rover, I
picked up the envelope I had laid in the empty cup-holder. I stared at the handwriting on the envelope;
it was the first time I had ever seen it.
It was delicately written, like someone who spent hours perfecting
it. Slowly I pulled out the
photograph. It was the only thing
inside. It was in black and white,
almost as if it was taken from a piece of history a long time ago. The main focus was on the two people in the
picture who were lost in each other as they kissed. The back-ground was all blurred, but I could
still see the ship-wrecked boat. Someone
must have snapped the picture as we were in the trance. As amazing as it was to see a picture of
that, I suddenly realized the pictures in my mind had been just as perfectly
detailed over the last two years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Memories made
for a lifetime…</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Zach…” she whined softly as I ran the tip of my fingers
down the line of her naked body. It was
Tuesday night. We were standing in the
middle of the small living space of the cottage, our rain-soaked clothing
discarded by the door where we had stripped each other down. My name on her lips made me hard and my goal
was to make her say it over and over for as long as I could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Her skin was soft like an expensive piece of silk. Long wet tresses of her thick hair draped
down over her shoulders, sensually covering her breasts. Starting at the tip of her nose, I began a
painstakingly slow pace of kissing her body.
In my mind, there was no other option but to learn every inch of her
body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I felt her fingers threaded through my hair when my lips
traced her one breast. She arched her back
when I ran my tongue around her nipple, making it grow erect for me to put my
lips around it and take it gently between my teeth. After doing the same to the other, I worked
my way down her stomach and to the sensitive spot just below her hip. She squirmed a bit and left out a giggle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Did I find a ticklish spot?” I mused, looking up at her as
I landed on my knees. She bit her lip
and nodded frantically. I chuckled
before running my tongue along the same spot once more for good measure. The farther south I went, the more my mouth
watered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Please, Zach,” she coaxed, obviously wanting me to get to
the good part. Despite my initial idea
of kissing every inch of her, her legs would have to wait. I wasn’t going to be strong enough to keep
moving. Her scent was too intoxicating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Her sharp intake of breath echoed in the small room when the
tip of my tongue traced the line between her legs. She took a shoulder’s width step apart,
revealing her already swollen lips.
Holding onto her hips, I pushed my tongue between her folds. She whimpered and I went deeper. The taste of her exploded in my mouth like a
sweet summer-ripened strawberry which only made me want more and more. Taking her hard clit between my teeth, I
sucked hard. No surprise that she came
quickly that first time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You know, you never did tell me what you do for a living,”
she panted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“If you were to guess, what would it be?” I played.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“A male hooker?” she asked in a dazed voice, pulling me up
to a standing position again. “I mean,
they all should have hot bodies like you and they’d actually want to make a
woman cum like that, right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I laughed out loud.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been pinned as the male hooker part! But I gotta say I’m a little worried about
that last part…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Why?” she asked, skimming her fingers across the lines of
my abdomen. I bit my cheek to keep back
the groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“It just sounded to me that maybe you have never been with a
man that made it his priority to make you feel good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Her blue eyes looked into mine when she said, “You’re
correct. In fact, I’m certain it’s just
all in the stories.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well then I guess we’re going to have to change that
persona,” I breathed into her ear, pulling her fully against me so that she
could feel my naked want. “I want to
make love to you, Maddie. I want to show
you that it’s not just in the stories, just like this whole week has shown both
of us thus far…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She nodded and placed a small kiss on my shoulder. I scooped her up and carried her back to the
bedroom to begin the task of making her a believer. The tension in the room was so thick. It seemed as if so much was going to weigh on
the next moments. We still barely knew
each other, yet I felt like she had become the most important thing in my
life. The little things took my breath
away. Her smile, the way her hair curled
after it dried, how her hand felt on my skin every time she touched me…I was
drowning in the ocean and hell was going to come when I had to surface for air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Just like everything else so far this evening, I slowly pushed
my length inside of her. A long sigh was
shared between the two of us, and suddenly the tension around us
evaporated. I could only focus on the
way she felt and how I’d be 100% okay feeling only her for the rest of my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Like the ocean waves lapping at the coastline just outside
the bedroom window; Maddie and I set our own methodic pace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Such an intense look,” Maddie teased at one point, running
a finger over the creases in my forehead.
“Something tells me that it isn’t the first time you’ve had that look on
your face.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I laughed and shook my head.
“No, definitely not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Burying my face into her neck, I knew it wasn’t going to be
much longer. I could feel her muscles
begin to tighten around my length and the change in her breathing told me we were
going to be hitting high tide together.
Allowing the scent of her skin to imprint my senses, I reached down
between us and began drawing circles around her clit. Two more strokes and she was screaming out my
name as I filled her with my seed. In that
moment, primal instincts kicked in and I felt like I had made her mine forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My palms were getting sweaty and
I couldn’t sit still in the driver’s seat.
Thinking about it, I wasn’t even this nervous for the biggest games I’ve
played in. Suddenly second guesses for
my decision to come here were swirling around like lightning bugs captured in a
jar. Part of me thought that maybe she
wasn’t even here, but then the other part told me there was no doubt she would
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Then there was the mental war
that was raging when it came to what I was going to say to her or what she
might say to me. Was she going to curse
at me for not doing more to get in contact with her, despite her resistance in exchanging
any information the day we went our separate ways? How and when did she finally figure out who I
was? It seemed we knew everything about
one another except for last names and our true places in life. Every time I had tried to broach the subject,
she would switch it up with something silly.
I had done the occasional Google search to find her, but only knowing
that she was born in Sweden and that her first name was Maddie, no leads could
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I began to wonder how and when
she figured me out. It’s not like it
would be overly hard to find me, especially with the attention I had just
received playing for the Stanley Cup as the captain of the Devils. But, I didn’t even know if she watched hockey
or if she was here or in Sweden.<o:p></o:p></div>
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be answered. But there was only one
thing that needed to be said as soon as I saw her…<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I love you…</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">It
was Wednesday morning. The sheets were
wrapped around Maddie and me, acting like a tie to bind us together, despite
being bound together in other ways during the night. She was still, but I could tell she was awake
with her eyelashes fluttering against the skin of my chest. I lightly played with the individual strands
of her hair, splaying them strategically across her back so that it looked like
a piece of artwork. The silence was
accompanied by the sound of the ocean waves and rain drops on the roof. It was the perfect symphony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“So,
Miss Maddie,” I started hoarsely. “Did I
make you a believer last night?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I
could feel her smile and she ever so slightly squeezed me with her arms that
were draped across my shoulder and at my side.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “My body hurts
in places I never knew existed, but it’s definitely a good hurt,” she said,
placing a kiss on my chest as if to solidify her thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I
know it was the biggest work-out I’ve had since I left Jersey,” I laughed,
thinking about how nice it was to not to even worry about picking up weights or
watch what I ate. After such a long
season and just falling short of winning the Stanley Cup, I was in need of this
down-time. Maddie made the perfect
distraction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I
figured my statement would make her ask more questions about my life in Jersey,
but instead she just began tickling me, which turned into yet another hot session.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Mattie
collapsed back down onto my chest after the last part of her orgasm rolled
through her and she looked up at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I
love you,” I breathed without hesitation.
There were no second thoughts and there were no regrets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">A
bright smile broke out on her face and she crawled up to press a kiss to my
lips. Immediately after breaking the
kiss she whispered back, “I love you too, Zach.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">At
that moment I was certain I could have died a happy man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The rest of that Wednesday and
Thursday faded into a vision of blissful tangled up bodies and passionate cries
of pleasure. I smiled as I thought about
how we only ventured out for food before quickly going back to the shelter of
the cottage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Friday morning came too soon and
it was obvious we both weren’t ready to face the harsh reality.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Foolishly, I had asked her to
marry me. I was grasping for something,
anything by the time the end came. She
had made me a crazy man. Somehow I kept
my cool after our last kiss when she whispered, “You will know how to get to me
when it’s the right time.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The months came and went. But with no contact, I was only left with the
memories and the manic moments in my head.
It didn’t help that the following season ended up being my worst. The injury kept me away from the one place in
my life would always seem to make sense.
Without hockey and without a way to contact Maddie, I hit lows I never
thought were possible. Instead of
finding peace with it all, I found myself looking about every time I heard
laughter that sounded like her or chasing after shadows that were identical to
hers. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I stopped at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Shack</i>
and picked up a box of peppermint salt water taffy. As I handed the money over to the cashier, I
noticed a small, bold headline on the front page of the newspaper. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Princess
Madeleine of Sweden Leaves Fiancé at the Alter.</i> Beneath was a picture of Maddie in a royal
wedding gown, walking hastily down the cathedral aisle with tears streaming
down her face. The tiny article stated
that the princess had fled for the states without so much of a statement and
that she was likely heading to her exiled Grandmother’s house for refuge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“My family isn’t the beach going type…”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“My grandmother will cover for me. She was never good at following the rules
either…”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Those
statements echoed through my head. It
was now making sense. I suddenly broke
into a run towards my vehicle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">A thousand times…<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I eased the Land Rover into the
familiar parking spot of the cottage.
Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t changed one bit. Before getting out, I took a deep breath and
glanced down at the picture one more time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">The rain began to fall as soon as
I stepped onto the sand. Placing my
sun-glasses on my head I finally noticed pictures tacked to the cottage. There, starting at the railing, were the
pictures of those seven days, in what seemed to be chronological order. A picture of the pepper-mint salt-water
taffy, another of the jetty rocks, and on the door was an identical picture of
the one I had received in the mail this morning. I still had a smile on my face when the door
opened to the cottage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Zach,” she whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Taking a step into the room, my
senses were flooded by every single memory that I had lived a thousand times. Hesitantly, I reached out to touch Maddie’s
face, just to make sure she was real and not a ghost. My finger tips were met by moisture from her
tears, but these tears had a smile accompanying them, unlike the tears in the
picture I had just seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Maddie,” I echoed, knowing that
I’d be willing to relive those seven days a thousand times over again and again
if I was rewarded with this moment each time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You came.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I had no choice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She touched my face. I hadn’t shaved since we lost in Game 6. “You were on TV…I wasn’t sure if it was you
because of this,” she paused. “But then
you smiled.” she finished softly, her eyes telling me that I was the reason she
walked back down the church aisle, alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Pressing my lips to hers, I
promised that we both had made the right decision to come back here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-1508876454390941732012-04-24T22:55:00.000-04:002012-04-24T22:59:25.174-04:00Alone With You - Matt ReadIt's been a while since I've had time to write, let alone think. Medic school is over half-way done and I'm chomping at the bit to get back to my writing. In the mean time, one-shot's hold me over.<br />
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As soon as I heard this song, I knew I had to write a one-shot about it...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I don't see you
laugh <br />
You don't call me back<br />
But you kiss me when you're drunk<br />
I don't know your friends<br />
Don't know where you've been<br />
Why are you the one I want<br />
<br />
Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay<br />
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay<br />
Don't say it doesn't matter cause it's gonna matter to me<br />
I can't be alone with <br />
You've got me out on the edge every time you call<br />
And i know it would kill me if I fall<br />
I can't be alone with you<br />
<br />
Please don't chain that door<br />
I can't win this war<br />
Your body's like a pill I shouldn't take<br />
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Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay<br />
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay<br />
Don't say it doesn't matter cause it's gonna matter to me<br />
I can't be alone with <br />
You've got me out on the edge every time you call<br />
And I know it would kill me if I fall<br />
I can't be alone with you<br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I don't see you
laugh<br />
You don't call me back<br />
But you kiss me when you're drunk…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Lizzie:
</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I’m on my way over.</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">The
back-light of my cellphone was like a warning light of what was to come. Despite it only being Thursday night, it was
obvious she was out on the town, trying to drown any memories of her day at
work. Not that I blamed her. She dealt day in and day out with the
scum-bags of society.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
only wished that she would choose to come to me before she drank, because I was
certain she wouldn’t feel the need for a drop of alcohol if she allowed me to
take care of her all the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
was addicted to Lizzie, like she was addicted to living life on the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">We
had met at a downtown hot-spot about a year ago. She actually broke up a fight that had
started because some wanna-be hot-shot with beer muscles decided to start
chirping me and a couple of my teammates about a bad loss. I should have known better than to go out on
a night like that. He threw a couple
punches, the 3<sup>rd</sup> one finally connecting with my face. I cocked back to punch him, but she took a
step in between us, her blue eyes flashing a warning that he wasn’t worth
it. She was right. He wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Once
the guy was kicked out of the club, I spent the rest of my night drowning in
Lizzie’s eyes, attempting to get every bit of information I could get out of
her as we danced together out on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“How
old are you?” I whispered hotly into her ear.
It was the first question that came out of my mouth, despite not being
overly interested in small talk and it was obvious she was old enough to drink
without a fake ID.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">She
humored me any way and laughed. “25.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Do
you live around here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“I
work for the city of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philadelphia</st1:place></st1:city>,”
she said plainly, not divulging anymore information about that. Instead her hands slid up under my shirt,
feeling like hot flames on my skin. Any
more questions I had on my brain quickly drained downward. In one quick motion, my head dropped and my
lips attached to hers. My body jolted
from the energy I suddenly felt. It had
been a long time since a woman rocked me that way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">An
hour later we were back at my apartment and my lips were all over her tight
body. Her long, layered blonde hair
covering my pillow case and the smell of her perfume still makes me stop in my
tracks when the picture of that night floats into my mind. A couple hours later, I woke-up and found
that she had left. The only evidence she
left behind was her scent and a note that said she’d be in touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">It
was the first time I had wished the morning after had been different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Now,
reading the text message, my heart clenched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">There
were only a few things I was certain about when it came to Lizzie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was a police officer for the city of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Philadelphia</st1:place></st1:city>
and looked smoking hot in her uniform.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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was a wild child who always gave me a run for my money when we had sex.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Lizzie
only kissed me when she was drunk.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Despite
realizing very early on that she was not the settling kind, I was in-love
with her.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">A
few moments later, I opened the door to my apartment to find her standing there
with a hand on her hip and biting her lip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">As
much as a part of me screamed stupidity, I smiled, reached out and pulled her
into me, quickly shutting the door behind her. My lips crashed down onto hers,
immediately tasting the familiar whiskey.
Furrowing my brows, I secretly cursed her for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Part
of me knew that I was in a position to find someone who probably wasn’t carrying
as much baggage, especially since my star was quickly on the rise. The other part of me was quickly reminded how
much I didn’t want anyone else as her fingers clawed at my t-shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">She
jumped up on me; her jean-clad legs wrapped around my waist so that I could
easily carry her over to the table in the hallway and drop her onto it. Her hand shot out, clearing whatever had been
on it, so that when it landed a loud crashing noise filled my ears. <i>Another
vase broken. I’d buy a million of them
if she granted me another night with her…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Dropping
her head backwards, I maneuvered my lips down her neck and to my favorite spot
just above her collarbone. Just like
every time before, she left out a low moan when I grazed my tongue over her
soft skin. I placed a large hand on the
other side of her neck, reminding how fragile she looked compared to my size. Of course I couldn’t let that fool me because
if anything, I was the fragile one when she was around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Matt…”
she whined, running her fingers through my hair and pushing my face towards her
cleavage. I pressed my tongue between
her tits, tasting the salt of her skin.
Reaching behind her, I easily untied the strings of her halter top,
giving me more than enough room to devour her tits. My tongue traced each nipple, causing them to
perk up into perfect peaks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Over
the past several months of hook-ups, I had learned every spot that drove her
crazy and what each noise she made meant.
In fact after the first couple times, I made it my job to learn, in
hopes it would make her see that we could be something more than once and a
while lovers. But in less than a couple
hours the heated passion would be over and one of us would be walking out the
door, locking the door behind us and not talking until the next time she texted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Lizzie,
please just stay,” I practically begged the one time in the wee-hours of the
night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">She
was standing at the bottom of my bed, hooking her bra back into place as her
blonde hair covered her face. I could
still see the red marks on her neck and rib cage where I bit her not so
lightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Oh
Matty, you know that I can’t do that.
Besides, that’s not what this is about.
You don’t even know me,” she easily pushed away my request.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
sat up and began climbing to the edge of the bed, not caring that the sheets
had fallen off my naked body. “That’s
the point Liz, I <i>want</i> to know you,” I
said steadily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Believe
me, it’s a lot better that you didn’t. I
mean, look at you Matt, you have an amazing rookie year going for you, with a
whole other world surrounding you…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Why
can’t you fit into that world with me?” I interrupted her, standing up and
putting myself in her personal space.
She turned her head and looked up at me, her blue eyes not giving up her
position.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“You
don’t need a girl like me,” she said with no emotion, obviously shutting
herself off to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
didn’t see her for over a month after that, never returning my phone calls or
text messages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
thought of those shitty weeks while I carried her over to the couch and gently
placed her on it. Despite her liking it
rough, I was in a mood of defiance tonight and refused to allow her to get her
way on everything. She was chewing on
her finger when I pulled my shirt up over my head and undid my shorts, never
losing eye contact with her. <i>God she’s beautiful.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“You
are always so serious,” she play pouted, obviously trying to get me to lighten
up. I took a deep breath and laughed off
her comment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“If
you only knew what you do to me,” I growled, straddling myself over top of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Show
me,” she challenged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
took her hand and placed it on my cock that was hard as a rock. She purred and immediately took over,
stroking me in a not so gentle manner.
It was now my turn to drop my head backwards and groan. My eyes rolled back into my head when I felt
her warm mouth taking over. Sucking me
deep, I knew I would have blown my load early several times if I had been the
rookie I was out on the ice, but in the bedroom, she made me a veteran.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Before
she could make me cum, I pulled away from her and slid her to the edge of the
couch, fucking her mercilessly, causing us both to cry out with every hit. My hands held roughly onto her tits while her
hands held tightly onto my waist. I
needed this release probably more than she did right now. Too much frustration between the game we had
just played and her had been building up in my veins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Sure,
the sex was amazing and there was no doubt in my mind that we had some of the
best orgasms together, but I wanted more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“How
did you get into the force,” I asked on night in between sessions. In a rare moment, her head was on my chest
and allowing me to run my fingers through her hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
felt her lips curl up into a smile as she sighed. “My daddy was an officer in Chicago. I always wanted to be like him…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Chicago? Did you grow up there?” I asked, once again
reminding me that I didn’t know a damn thing about this woman who rooted
herself into my dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“I
lived there until I was 5. We moved to the
outskirts of Philly after my Daddy died in the line of duty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Oh,
I’m sorry,” I whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“It’s
the job,” she said with no emotion, sending a chill through my spine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
had found out that she was a police officer a few weeks after our first
hook-up. After getting home from a game,
I happened to pass her walking down the sidewalk near my apartment. I said hi, but she only glared at me and
pressed her lips together. Later that
night my doorbell rang and I found her standing in the hall in her uniform.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">No
sooner I opened the door, she began cursing me out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Don’t
acknowledge me on the street. I don’t
need my partner asking questions and getting in my business,” she hissed. “You don’t understand how hard it is to
garner respect when you’re a female cop…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
tried to apologize, but instead she turned and walked back out the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Lizzie!”
I called out after her. She stopped,
turned slowly back towards me. With each
step she took, her smile grew. By the
time she was back in front of me, there was no trace of the anger she had just
thrown at me a minute earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“I’m
sorry,” she breathed into my neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Instead
of acknowledging her apology or even thinking how fucked up her reaction was, I
asked, “Are you off duty?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">So
that’s how it was. Fucked up. On the ice I was the one controlling the
situation, fighting for me and my teammates one battle at a time. Off the ice, Lizzie was controlling me and
everything about our non-existent relationship.
Even my teammates were noticing…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“I’m
still waiting to meet this mystery woman who has you up until all hours of the
night…” Simmer chirped me after bumping me into the boards. Without even having to ask, I knew I probably
looked like shit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“The
dark circles under your eyes give you away Reader,” Giroux laughed. “But as long as it isn’t a game night, more
power to ya buddy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">A
couple of them had actually met Lizzie that first night at the club, but I
didn’t have plans on telling them that.
I didn’t want them recognizing her out on the street when she was on
duty and go through the whole screaming match once again. I didn’t want to risk scaring her away again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">A
few months later, Giroux confronted me outside of a bar we had been hanging out
at. Lizzie had texted me while I was in
the middle of shooting pool and like the desperate man I had become, I made up
an excuse and left. Claude caught me
before I got to my car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Reader.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
stopped as soon as I heard his voice and turned to face him. “What’s up?” I asked, knowing I had regret
written all over my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“You
have got to drop her,” he said in a warning tone. “I know where you are going.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
opened my mouth to make an excuse, but nothing came out because I had no
excuse. “I’m in love with her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Then
you’re a better man than me if you allow her to keep fucking with your head
like this…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">We
stood looking at each other for a moment.
He was right. I knew it. But there wasn’t anything for me to say. Letting his words soak in some more I finally
spoke. “No G, I’m not the better
man.” At that I turned back and got in
my car, speeding off towards my apartment like I was a junkie, desperate to get
a high.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Fuck,
yes! Please Matt, don’t stop!” she
screamed, pulling me deeper with her legs wrapped around my lower back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
stopped in mid stroke, despite almost reaching my plateau. Something had snapped inside of me. With the playoffs coming up along with the
added pressure to succeed on the ice, add in this whole mess; it was breaking
me in two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Matt?”
she panted questioningly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Do
you love me?” I choked out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Her
beautiful blue eyes suddenly clouded as she furrowed her brow. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Do
you love me, Lizzie? I need to know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">A
heavy pause filled the building tension that I had suddenly brought into the
room. “It doesn’t matter if I do or not,
Matt,” she said in a nonchalant tone that ripped my heart in two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“It
matters to me Lizzie. I’m in love with
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">As
soon as the words were out of my mouth she wriggled backwards as if I had some
kind of communicable disease and scrambled off my bed. “I can’t do this,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry Matt, but I just can’t do this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
quickly threw on a pair of jeans to follow her out of the apartment. “Damnit Lizzie, why not?! I know we could be so good together…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“No,
we couldn’t. I could never be a hockey
wife, standing there with a fake smile and fake laughter while working charity
events. My passion is out on the streets
working as a police officer. I’m not the
woman who will wait at home for you.
That’s not me.” she snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“It
doesn’t have to be like that!” I called after her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">Instead
of saying anything, she just stood in the elevator; her lips, still bruised
from my kisses, were pinched together as the doors shut. Once again I was back to nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">This
time the whole summer season went by…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">My
phone rang, breaking the silence that filled my bedroom. It was 2am.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“Hello?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">“I’m
outside your door,” she said plainly and hung up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;">I
rolled out of my bed and walked to the door.
Taking a deep breath, I opened it and allowed her in. Not even bothering to look at her, I turned
and walked down the hall, cursing myself when I heard her put the chain on the
door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-91712928001845636582012-03-05T14:17:00.002-05:002012-03-05T14:20:13.384-05:00Five Times a Charm (Matt Read) - Guest Author for my Birthday!!I have some amazing friends that I have met since I started writing Fantasy Fic. Lucky for me, one of those friends is a fellow Flyers fan and has no problem in spoiling me when it comes to my favorite boys on the team!! :o)<br />
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It was just a soft touch at first. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader had been standing, talking with a couple of teammates
when she softly bumped into him. She had stammered, "Sorry," her blue
eyes wide and quickly turned away. He had blinked and then looked at her
retreating figure, bemused.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He forgot about that quickly as the night wore on and they
left that bar for another one. However, he never forgot her eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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**<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second time, it was the sound of fingers on keys.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was a surprise, seeing her. She looked, for lack of a better
word, nerdy and hipsterish, nothing like the other girls she was with. She had
on black square-framed glasses, a bow in her blonde hair, and her clothing
looked like the stuff that they sold in American Apparel, Scrabble's favorite
store. The rest of the girls were dressed like the usual girls you saw in Old
City; tight dresses and high heels with too much makeup. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Didn't take long to make a move, she was to the side of the
group and texting on the phone. "Talking shit about someone," Reader
asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She replied, "I'm remembering why I don't go out with
my roommate," tilting her head towards the girls. They were flirting with
Roo, Scrabble, Simmer, and Jakey, and it was pretty obvious that they were all
trying to be taken home or take home someone tonight. "I just created a
twitter bet on how long before one of them takes their thong off and gives it
to Giroux."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Harsh," he said, impressed. Score one point for
her, she wasn't impressed by G and... well fuck, from the way that she was
typing on her phone, she wasn't impressed by him either. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader kept looking at her throughout the night before she
pasted on a fake smile and left. He didn't like hipster girls anyway...<o:p></o:p></div>
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The third time, it was a bang.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I don't know why I come to these things," she
raged to her friends. Reader was standing over by the dart board, watching Jake
fail hard at hitting the bullseye. He didn't even realize it was the hipster
girl at first; her blonde hair was now red and she had too much caked on makeup
on her face. Some other girl argued, "It's Celina's birthday and just deal
with it. Celina likes Guido shit, let her have what she wants tonight, we can
talk shit about it tomorrow."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Hipster Chick shut up before smirking. Reader's eyes
widened. The hipster girl looked... <i>fucking amazing</i>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yo rook, it's your turn," Hartsy shouted over the
din. Reader shook his head before taking the darts from Jake. The girl probably
didn't even remember who he was anyway. But fuck, she was hot and it had been a
while…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader focused on the dart board and hit a perfect shot on
his first throw. "Fuck you, man," Jake shouted. The rest of the guys
laughed but Reader looked over at the hipster girl. She was staring at him and
her eyes had widened. He turned around and shrugged. "Not all of us are
fucking helpless at any sport other than hockey like you are, Jakey."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Haha, very funny. Simmer, please show this
douchenozzle how it is done," Jake implored. Simmer laughed. Jake added,
"If you win, I'll buy the next round."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Roo snickered. "This is Drinker's so one round isn't
that expensive. Make it two."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The whole group laughed as Simmer started to line up his
shot. Reader leaned back against the wall, watching until someone touched his
arm. "Hey," a feminine voice asked. Reader looked down and lo and
behold, it was the Hipster Chick.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Um, hi," Reader replied, raising an eyebrow.
Darting a look to his left, he saw Roo look frantically around the bar. He
thought, “Must have had a bad night with Hipster Chick's friend.” She looked up
at him and smiled. "Um, it's my friend's birthday and she's a huge Flyers'
fan and she'd really really fucking love a picture of you guys."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Bring her over, we'll take a picture with her,"
Hartsy said, ever willing to cater to the fans. She shook her head. "This
has to be a surprise or she'll be attached to Simmond's leg for the rest of the
night."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jake and Reader snickered while Simmer managed to blush.
Simmer wasn't that comfortable with the new fangirl attention he was now
receiving after coming to Philly. Hipster Chick noticed before giggling. She
added, "Don't worry, after I take this picture, I'll make sure that she
won't ruin your night."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jake sarcastically said, "Simmer and his girlfriend
thank you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Simmer shot Jake a dirty look while Reemer pretended to draw
a halo over Simmer's head. Hipster Chick giggled again before saying,
"Picture please. The longer I'm over here, the more likely she figures
out."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The guys assembled themselves and Hipster Chick took the
picture as well as some other people at the bar. "Thanks so much guys! I
promise this won't end up on Facebook or twitter... at least not through my
accounts," Hipster Chick squeaked, looking down at her iPhone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that Scrabble was
staring at her legs like he wanted to bite them but Reader decided to say fuck
it. "Maybe you should give me your twitter name so I can make sure,"
he drawled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hipster Chick looked at him like he was an idiot for several
seconds. Reader cursed himself; he could feel his cheeks turning red. Then she
grabbed a pen from her bag and a napkin and wrote something on it. Quickly
stuffing it in his hand, she whispered, "If you're a dick, I'm going to
block you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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**<o:p></o:p></div>
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The fourth time was magic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was the day before he, Couts, G, Kimmo, and Hartsy were
going to fly out for the All-Star Game. She had just started classes for the
spring semester of her senior year at Rutgers-Camden. She was no longer Hipster
Chick, she was Joanna. The red hair was now gone in favor of light bubblegum
pink strands. And she was DMing him a very nasty yet funny picture of Mickey
and Minnie Mouse. Reader DMed back, <b>where the hell do u find this shit?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>i find it from tumblr<u>,</u></b> Joanna DMed back.
Reader laughed before flopping back on his bed. He was thankful that he was by
himself tonight. Scrabble had been loaned back to the Phantoms, Schenner and
Zac were headed to Cabo and Couts was playing big bro with the Briere kids. For
once, Reader was all by himself...<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>what r u doing tonight?</b> <b>r u at work?</b>, Reader
furiously DMed Joanna before going back to play NHL12. Joanna was a great girl.
It took a while to get used to the quirky-ness, her love of vintagey clothes
and bands like Bon Iver. But she was nice, she was a genuine friend despite her
sarcastic personality, and she looked at him not just as Reader or Matt Read,
All-Star Rookie for the Flyers, but as Matt. She didn't see his team as gods or
as an opportunity to match all her friends with his single teammates. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And fuck it, he was bored and about to be out of town for
four days. Couldn't hurt to try to get to the next level with Joanna.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>i'm home, bored, and looking at porn pics on tumblr</b>,
Joanna finally responded back. Reader's eyes bulged as he spit out the bit of
Twizzler he had been eating. Joanna sure didn't hold back when she said
something. He DMed back, <b>r u naked?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Dumb men, always want to know if ur naked,</b> was the
tart respone. Then following, <b>do u want me to be</b>?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader chuckled as he thought of a reply. But then, Joanna
sent another DM, <b>i has a bored. lets go to a movie b4 u abandon me for
ottawa. :( <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Not my fault im an allstar. don't hate</b>, Matt replied,
laughing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Matt laid back on his bed, picking up the controller for his
Xbox 360. He figured he might as well start to play some of his game since
Cobie was starting to kick his ass. Girls, they always managed to ruin your
game, didn't matter if they were there or not. Five minutes later, Reader
noticed that he had a text message. Opening the message on Blackberry, Reader
didn't even realize he dropped his controller when he saw the picture that
Joanna texted him. <b>What do u want to see?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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**<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I can't believe I fucking watched Twatlight, you
better not have taken a pic, Joanna," Reader groaned as he walked Joanna
to her apartment. Joanna lived in Cherry Hill and they went to the AMC Theater.
He should have expected to have to see Twilight: Breaking Dawn, Joanna was a
complete Twilight fan, down to having a Team Jacob button.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna teased, "You were so adorable while you tried
not to MST the movie. So nice of you not to ruin it for me."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Haven't you watched it like five times already?"
Reader asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"That was time number four," she primly replied as
she opened the door, her skirt swishing around her legs. "I should kick
you out and send you home for daring to get that number wrong."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You promised that you were going to feed me
dessert," Reader mock-complained. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna just looked at him, her hands on her hips before
shaking her head slowly. "Silly man, can't end his night without dessert.
Oh, what are we going to do?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Did you make cookies? I love chocolate chip
cookies," Reader asked, literally bouncing. The other best thing about
Joanna was that she was really good at baking sweets. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Nope," she replied. Reader pouted. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna shrugged. "Sorry, no time to bake yet, I have
papers to finish already."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Don’t I get anything after dealing with that movie?"
Reader whined. Joanna laughed at him; it was kinda cute and funny that the big
bad hockey player had his lip poked out like a little boy. Then she walked over
to him, stood on her tip-toes and pressed her lips to his. "There, that's
what you get," she murmured against his lips.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader stood in shock for several moments. "Cat got
your tongue, Matt," Joanna teased. Reader just stood there for another
moment. Joanna just kissed him.... and she didn't even use any tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well shit, she kissed him so he might as well
do it...<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader wrapped an arm around Joanna's back and brought his
lips back down to Joanna's. Using a bit of pressure, he nipped at her lips
before slipping his tongue into her mouth. They kissed for what felt like hours
to him, starting off slow before revving up fast, his free hand pulling her
hair as he ended the kiss to nip at her chin. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Oh shit, what was that, Matt," Joanna asked,
dazed. Her lips tingled and Matt was doing something magical to her body. She
felt like she was ready to melt in his arms and wow, her brain was now dead.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader chuckled against her skin and the vibration made her
skin erupt in goosebumps. Then he bit her neck and all sense died. Her blood
was on fire and Joanna could feel her panties ready to drop-<u>SLAM</u>!<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Oh ho ho, Joanna's finally getting lucky!"<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna felt her face flush bright red as Matt's hands
quickly left her body. Standing in the doorway was her roommate. Celina
snapped, "Shoulda at least made it to your bedroom before you let him
start eating your face," a big smile on her face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"ohmygodwhyisthishappeningtomeohfuckwhywhywhy,"
Joanna mumbled to herself. Matt reached out and asked, "Is everything
okay, should I leave?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"pleaseohgodsoembarrassed," Joanna mumbled while
pushing Matt towards the doorway. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader let himself out and walked quietly to his car. Once
inside, Reader put his head on the wheel and closed his eyes. He wasn't really
planning on going there tonight but now....<o:p></o:p></div>
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As he turned his car on and got ready to get out of the
parking lot, Reader vowed to himself that this was going to be finished after
the All-Star Break was over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So the fifth time was later than Reader expected.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna had texted him after Reader did good in the Skills
Comp. That event and the whole All-Star weekend had been mind-blowingly amazing
for Reader. To be able to talk with greats like Lidstrom, Datsyuk, and
Alfredsson, to hang out with guys like Pers, Nealer, and other rookies, it was
awesome. So awesome, that when Reader came back home to continue the season, he
forgot to call Joanna for three days. Oops.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So tonight, Reader stood in front of Joanna's apartment door
in his best suit, the suit he always wore before big games, freshly polished
shoes, a cupcake, and a bouquet of wildflowers. Joanna hadn't been too friendly
since he realized his mistake and tried to contact her, ignoring his calls,
texts, and DMs. But showing up at her place looking so nice, it had to help. Roo
said that chicks loved men in suits. He saw the way the girls threw themselves
at G and Couts when they were wearing suits. Joanna couldn't resist. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Go away, Read," Joanna shouted through the door.
Reader's mouth dropped and his shoulders slumped. Looked like Roo was wrong.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader tried, "Joanna, seriously, I'm sorry, let me
apologize face to face-"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"NO," was the response.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader took out his secret weapon. "I have cake."<o:p></o:p></div>
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The door cracked open. "What kind?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Chocolate with vanilla icing and M&Ms on
top," Reader replied. The door opened and Joanna's head peeked out.
"Gimme the cupcake and no one gets hurt."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You have to let me in first," Reader protested.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Several long, agonizing seconds passed before Joanna opened
the door all of the way. "Fine, come in."<o:p></o:p></div>
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As he walked into Joanna's apartment, Reader cracked,
"Knew you couldn't resist me for long, I am your favorite Flyer."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Actually, you're not," Joanna replied before
taking a big bite of the cupcake. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Who is," Reader asked as he plopped down on her
couch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Max Talbot is my imaginary boyfriend." <o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna managed to keep a straight face for several minutes
as Reader's face fell before he managed to get control of himself again. Well,
fuck, of course she'd want someone like Talbo before me, the hipster douche, he
thought as he casually said, "No shit, the girls who don't have Roo as
their imaginary boyfriend all love Talbo."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna raised an eyebrow as Reader shrugged. Busting out
laughing, Joanna chuckled, "Oh My God, I wish I had my phone so I could
have taken a picture of your face, it was fucking precious. No silly, Max
Talbot isn't my imaginary boyfriend, lol."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna bounced down next to Reader as he stared at her,
first in slight disbelief before laughing in relief. "Good, so I don't
have to board him anymore."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Why?" Joanna turned towards him, her eyes wide as
she took the last bite of the cupcake. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Because, of course, Talbo would have broken your heart
sooner or later. Couldn't let him do that to you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Right," Joanna replied. "I think that I made
you a little jealous."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Pssh, nope." Reader stared at the TV as Joanna
cooed at him. Her fingers were touching his arm and Reader could feel himself
tense with repressed desire flaring up from the last time he saw her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna counseled, "It's okay, you can admit it to me, I
won't laugh at you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader thought, How can I admit that when I first met you, I
couldn't forget about your eyes and now, the idea of another guy, let alone one
of my teammates makes me want to smash my fist in their face?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead of words, Reader decided to show Joanna with action.
Fusing his lips to hers, he put one hand on her waist, the other through her
hair to hold her head. He let his kiss show Joanna exactly how he was now
feeling for her, kissing her until she was moaning into his mouth, her hands
gripping his shoulders. Reader ended the kiss reluctantly, only because he
really needed to breathe. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna leaned back into the couch, her breath heaving, her
eyes fixed on Reader's. "What does this mean, Matt?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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Matt took in a series of deep breaths. This was unexpected,
Reader never thought that he was going to find a girl during his rookie season.
But fuck it, Joanna was special. "This means that I'd like to go out with
you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Like as boyfriend and girlfriend?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yup."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Joanna looked down at her hands. "Does this mean I have
to dress up like a WAG now?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reader looked up at the ceiling and began to laugh
uncontrollably, tears running down his cheeks. Joanna yelled, "It's not
that fucking funny, Matt!"<o:p></o:p></div>
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**<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well shit, they lost. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Penguins just brought it. They had a chance but they
lost momentum to the Pens and the Pens just buried their chances. Reader walked
out of the locker room in his suit, his mood low. Nodding to Reemer and Couts,
Reader made his way towards the players' parking lot. Right outside was Joanna
with a chocolate frosted cupcake in one hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Cheer up, Matt," Joanna said before getting on
her tiptoes and kissing Reader's cheek. "We can go to Barcade and you can
try to beat me at Drunk Pacman."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You're on," Matt declared as he unlocked the
doors to his car. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Who knew that a crazy hipster chick that he randomly met
would be what he needed?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-9421718274294176132012-02-11T18:39:00.000-05:002012-02-11T18:39:36.723-05:00Not About Love - Pick Your Own MuseHey All... Yes, I'm still around. School has pretty much taken over my life, so writing is few and far between these days. Plus, the story I have been messing around with doesn't seem to want to really take off. So, instead we're left with another one-shot.<br />
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I posted this over on the Hockey Fan Fic board on Yahoo a little over a week ago, but I wanted to make sure my followers over here also got a chance to read this too.<br />
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This story is actually about no-one in particular for a change. Instead you get to pick the player/person involved. The only criteria is that he's got dark hair and blue eyes. So, in the comments section, let me know who you pick!!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Sssh,”
he said, placing his hand over my mouth and pulling me down the darkened
hallway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Where
are we going?” I asked, the words coming out all muffled as I spoke into his
warm hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
turned, gave me a warning look with his piercing blue eyes and turned back to
the way he was leading us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chills of
anticipation ran through my body and despite knowing this could be the start of
something more complicated, my hormones were leaving caution to the wind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once again I was reminded that I never stood
a chance when it came to dark-haired, blue eyed boys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
told me to find a place where we could keep this secret,” he spoke evenly; his
voice bouncing off the walls, along with my nervous breathes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Are you having second guesses?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“No,”
I whispered in a tone that was not as reassuring sounding as I wanted it to
sound, especially to myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hmm,”
he quipped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was my answer, the
answer that meant he was not backing down on his idea and that I should be
ready to follow through with everything we had talked about the last few weeks
through errant texts and messages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, willing my lust for him to
completely take over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was not about
love; this was about the heat of the moment and the necessity to satisfy a raw
need.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
can’t say I was totally surprised when he led me out the emergency exit at the
back of the building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If this was going
to work, full secrecy had to be accomplished.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The night was like an invisibility cloak and in a couple steps I was
easily sliding into the cold leather seat of his car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A shiver went through me, but it certainly
wasn’t due to the cold temperatures.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A
smile broke out on his face when he climbed in the driver’s seat and brought
the engine to life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before shifting it
into drive he reached over, cupped my left breast with his hand, squeezed it
firmly then tugged on my shirt, coaxing me over to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I willingly leaned in and allowed him to
assault my lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no
butterflies and rainbows in this kiss, instead it was a reminder of how much we
were going to enjoy the next series of events that were going to happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hand easily slid down the front of his
shirt and into his lap only to find his cock already straining against his
pants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Mmmm,”
I purred into his ear before flicking my tongue along the outline of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time it was he who was shivering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fuck,”
he breathed before jamming the car into drive, pushing us both back in our
seats.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Take
off your shirt,” I growled. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, I had
seen her tits from the pics I had directed her to send in texts she sent me but
it was time to see them in real time and be able to touch them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She paused for a moment, long enough to make
me think she was going to give me a hard time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not that this would be a surprise of course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was one of the things that attracted me
to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sass. She knew how to play the
game and we easily fed off one another because of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh,
fine,” she sighed playfully with a wink before pulling her shirt up and over
her head and depositing it onto the floorboards of my car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keeping one hand on the wheel I reached
around and unhooked her bra, freeing her large tits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With no chance of holding back, I left out a
groan as soon as my hand cupped one of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My dick suddenly became harder and if I didn’t play my cards right, I
was going to blow my load like a rookie even before her hands or lips wrapped
around my dick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Are you sure this is
safe?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean you look to be in a trance
and I’m not quite sure you’re paying attention to the road…” she giggled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’m
good at multi-tasking,” I mumbled despite thinking that she probably had a good
point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Suuurrreee,”
she drew out, before lightly biting my neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Pulling up to a red-light, I dropped my head back and left out a
groan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She left out another soft laugh,
situated herself skillfully on her seat and leaned across the console, making
her ass pop out behind her like it was made to spank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without realizing it, I sucked in a breath
and held it as she undid my belt and lowered the zipper of my jeans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Breathe…I don’t have my seatbelt on, so you
crashing the car would not be so ideal at this moment,” she smiled up at me
with bright blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
left out the air in a laugh, but quickly sucked it back in when her fingers
wound around the tip of my cock and firmly pushed down the shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After she jerked me with her hand for a few
strokes, I sucked in another breath when I felt her begin to trace her tongue
around the head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found myself mentally
singing along to Move’s Like Jagger, a song that would normally make me
instantly change the station, as it played on the radio so that I could make
sure I’d at least last long enough to feel her take me fully into her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
had rehearsed this in my mind over and over, knowing it would someday come to
this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, my fantasies didn’t hold a
candle to what I was about to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
cock suddenly seemed even larger than I had pictured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I could do was smile as I pressed my lips
down over the tip and begin taking him into my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He left out a groan, which in turn made me
moan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He pushed some of my hair back off
my forehead and kept his fingers entwined in it as I settled into sucking him
off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
first couple times I took him all in, I thought I was going to gag as the tip
hit my tonsils, but soon all I could focus on was how good he tasted and his
breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blow-jobs weren’t exactly my
favorite, but for some reason I was all for it when it came to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time we talked about it, it suddenly
sounded like the best idea in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Tonight, I was going to make sure it was the best idea and enjoy the
feel of him in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Add in the
danger factor of giving him head while he was driving, upped the ante and made
me even hornier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
let out a small cry when I felt him lightly tug on one of my nipples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You are such a naughty girl,” he mumbled,
almost incoherently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I moaned back in
agreement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Look at you taking me,” he
continued, the dirty talk making me wish his cock was inside of my pussy and
not in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his size, I was
certain he could get me off even if it wasn’t hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
breathing became heavier, my hand tightened around the base of his dick, and
his fist pulled my hair tighter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Knowing
it wouldn’t be much longer, I shifted myself into a position that I could take
his cum without choking on it and sucked harder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fuck,”
he breathed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m gonna cum, babe,” he
choked out just seconds before I took his hot load.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A
couple swallows and she was looking up at me with a smile as she licked her
lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Mmm,” she purred.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
sat back in my seat and left out a relieved sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“How
was that?” she asked curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fucking
hot,” I growled, reaching around and cracking her ass with the palm of my
hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She giggled and plopped back into
her seat and looked around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
didn’t even realize we parked…” she looked back over at me with wide eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite the fact she was sitting in the
passenger seat, top-less and had just finished sucking me off, there was still
an innocence about her that was already getting me hard for the next thing I
had in mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Without
saying anything, I leaned across the console and took one of her nipples into
my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her other breast was overflowing in my hand
as I gently massaged it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She arched back
and left out a meaningful sigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I want
to fuck you,” I said in an audible whisper before latching onto her other
nipple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Mmm,”
she moaned, not technically giving me permission, but not giving me a solid “no
way.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I ran a hand down between the
legs and felt the wetness sneaking through her jeans, it was obvious I wouldn’t
have to work too hard to get her over to my side of thinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This wasn’t apart of my original plan when I
got her into my car, but since we were throwing caution to the wind to begin
with, what did it matter if we pushed it to the limit?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Grinding
against my hand as my lips traced a path across and tits and up to her
collarbone, she reached down between us and undid the button of her jeans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Firmly grabbing my wrist she guided it to her
hot flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Going
commando tonight, eh?” I asked, my voice going hoarse from the surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Guess
it’s your lucky day,” she chirped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“No,
I’m thinking it’s yours,” I breathed into her ear after quickly pulling her
towards me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I slid my fingers in between
her folds and searched her core.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kissing
her hard, I swallowed her cry of pleasure as I began pumping my fingers up into
her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>2 of my thick fingers slid easily
into her due to being so turned on and wet from sucking me off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Pllleeeaaassseee,”
she cried out, dropping her head backwards, exposing her long neck for me to
bite.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This
was turning out to be a better night than I had planned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My only goal was to get a blow job, but her
effort definitely called for some pay-back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hearing her cries in the small space of my car, made up my mind that she
too was going to cum tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
calloused fingers might have been too much to deal with on a normal night, but
he had me so turned on and wet that the friction they caused had me fucking his
hand; add in his thumb pressed firmly against my clit and too soon I was seeing
stars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holding onto his broad shoulders,
the orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was still attempting to catch my breath when his lips came within
centimeters of my ear and whispered, “I really want to be inside of you…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no way to ignore his words this
time around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Any
sane thoughts had left my head as soon as I had his cock in my mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was never one for random hook-ups,
especially with guys like him, but there were always firsts in life,
right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of saying anything, I
made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, ran my fingers up and down his
chiseled chest and then down to find his cock hardened once more with some
pre-cum moistening my hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was all
the proof I needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was ready and so
was I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the next moment I was pulling
my pants all the way off, hitting the button for the seat to go all the way
back and reclining it as I gave him a look that said, “Bring it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
was out of his own jeans in a few seconds flat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I squeaked when he picked me up so that he could slide into my
seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite it being uncomfortable as
hell at first, I faced the windshield and braced my hands on his thighs when he
pulled my ass into lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his hands
on my hips to guide me down over his cock, I slowly left out my breath as my
body stretched to fit him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He groaned and
pushed deeper inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time he
bottomed out in me, I could have sworn I felt him hit my diaphragm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved it deep and with the way he had me
positioned coupled with the length of his cock, I was going to get it deeper
than ever before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Babe,
you feel sooo tight. Mmm,” he growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Ooh,”
was all that came out of my mouth as he moved me slowly up and down his
shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It never once seemed to cross my
mind that we were parked on a back street and that despite his windows being tinted;
anyone walking in front of the car would have gotten a show.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was too wrapped up in the pleasure I was
feeling as he fucked me from behind, groaning uninhibitedly when one of his
hands came snaking around to hold my breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
way he was making me feel was going to make it more than awkward the next time
we sat in the same room together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There
was no doubt I would end up thinking back to this night and there was no doubt
that I would find myself longing to do this again each time it did come to
mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only did he play a game to get
paid, he played a game to get laid and he obviously played both in expert
fashion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">One
more hit and all those thoughts left my brain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was in control and I was happy to be along for the ride, calling out
his name like it had been meant to be cried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Tonight, we were both winners.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">All alone in my room think of you at a rate that is truly
alarming<br />
I keep looping my memories of you in my head I pretend that you want me<br />
And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities<br />
And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me<br />
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And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
You never call, what do I do?<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
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Love.<br />
Ohh, yeah<br />
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Can't believe I could think that she would just follow me everywhere I go<br />
I was wrestle with you in my dreams and wake up making love to a pillow<br />
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And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities<br />
And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me<br />
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And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
You never call, what do I do?<br />
And I can't stop and I can't stop<br />
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What I would give to have you look in my direction<br />
And I'd give my life to somehow attract your attention<br />
And I touch myself like it's somebody else<br />
Thoughts of you are tattooed on my mind, let me show you<br />
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And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
You never call, what do I do?<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
And I can't stop thinking about you<br />
You never call, what do I do?<br />
I can't stop thinking about you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Don’t worry Claude, I’d never hurt
you,” she purred into my ear after sliding her hand down the front of my chest,
only to firmly cup my erection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Something in her voice warned me that she was armed and dangerous and
her words were just filled with false assurance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Little did she know, I’ve been
watching her every move for the last two years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was no secret in the locker room that her lips had been on a couple
of the guys’s dicks here in the locker room, her latest sin being Talbo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fellow Frenchman had a problem keeping
his conquests secret.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Usually it would
have bothered me, but the way she stalked around in those sky-high stilettos
and fashionable fitting dresses had me looking twice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t even get me started on her beautiful
chocolate skin that shimmered when the lights hit just right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Tightly, I grabbed her wrist to stop
her from sliding down my zipper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“This
won’t just be a one night stand you know,” I growled quietly, so the group of
people around us didn’t hear the exchange.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Not sure you will be able to handle
me for more than one night, Ginger,” she flicked her tongue on my ear lobe
before gently biting it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Drawing blood from the inside of my
cheek, I bit back the loud groan that was threatening to escape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I work out for the goal of strength and
endurance,” I choked out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Would you like the fish or chicken,”
she suddenly asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I opened my mouth to
ask her to repeat, completely confused on why she would ask such a thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Especially since I felt fairly certain it had
just been laid it out that I wanted to be with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she asked the same thing again, I
realized her voice was a lot deeper and very familiar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Like
best friend familiar.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I opened my eyes and found Hartsy looking
over at me with his eyebrow raised and in the aisle between us; the older lady
airplane stewardess was also looking at me as she held out two trays in my
direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Dude, wake the fuck up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lady wants to know what you want to eat,”
Scotty laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I looked back and forth between the
two sets of eyes and blinked a few times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Tabernac, fine, chicken please,” I grumbled, more than bothered by the
fact that the girl talking to me in my dreams was actually Bird-Dog and some
flight stewardess with an ungodly amount of make-up caked on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I had seen the dark skinned minx
several times over the years while out on the town, around all the familiar
haunts in Philly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was certain sure she
was a local.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes she would be at
the places alone, other times she would be surrounded by friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were even a couple times some of the
guys on the team would dance with her or buy her a drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Every time she was in the vicinity,
my eyes were drawn to her like a magnet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I knew she caught me staring at her more than once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes she would flash a shy smile and
then other times her eyes would just keep scanning the room like I didn’t even
exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The times she ignored me were the
times that I would end up becoming the hottest under the collar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was guaranteed to go home and dream about
her those nights.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Last night she was out at one of the
swanky-er bars in town, laughing it up with a few of her girl friends and
sucking down drinks like they had gone out of style.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But somehow she never once looked like she
was going to topple over, despite wearing her 4 inch heels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She just danced out on the floor, as if she
was born to be out there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“You are going to start drooling if
you keep staring,” Reemer chuckled before gulping down his beer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I just want to taste her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even if it’s once,” I said quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Come on man, work up the
nerve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not like you can’t get any
girl right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are the King of
Philly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fairly sure I saw a couple girls
fall over on the sidewalk and spread their legs right before we walked into the
place!” James joked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I’m fairly sure this one doesn’t
even know I am in the room,” I sighed, taking a sip of my 7&7.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I probably shouldn’t be drinking since it was
just yesterday I was cleared from my concussion symptoms, but I couldn’t help
myself after I saw her stroll through the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Immediately it was apparent I was in for a long night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Then why don’t you rectify that
situation?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re French.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Women love that,” Reemer fretted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I am not French.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just speak the language.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Either way, I’m from <st1:place w:st="on">Jersey</st1:place> and I don’t speak another language,” he frowned,
“so it’s not as easy for me as it should be for you, Ginger.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I didn’t say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was nothing to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sure that I would never be able to
explain the feelings I was dealing with when it came to the one who was twisting
and turning her body to the beat of the music just several feet away from us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“How did you get in here?” I
whispered nervously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had me pinned
against the wall just a few steps into the arena.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact we were in the player’s tunnel that
led out to the bench.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The place was dark
and I was certain there were only a few janitorial staff hanging around the
arena.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just the glow of the
advertisement signs lit up the pristine sheet of ice and the rest of the large,
empty building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I have my ways,” she smirked before
laying a hungry kiss on my lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’ve
noticed you watching me, Claude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know
you want me,” she continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I quickly wrapped my arm low on her
waist and swiftly spun her around, so that it was now my body pinning her up
against the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’ve wanted you since
the first day I saw you dancing up on that scrawny blonde college kid at the
club on Penn’s Landing two summers ago,” I breathed into her skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her scent was mixed with want and expensive
perfume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It should have been <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">me</i> that you used for a stripper pole
that night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Her body shook from laughter and it
rang throughout the arena.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I should have
been worried about someone hearing it, but all I could think about was running
my hands up her sides where a thin material shirt hung loosely from her
body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her tits were practically
over-flowing from the low-cut piece of clothing and soon I found myself
pressing my face into the fullness of her breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She left out a cry and pushed my face deeper
into her soft mounds of flesh, saying something about wanting me to devour her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I roughly cupped her tits and firmly
pinched her hardened nipples that were on full alert.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her fingers were intertwined in my hair,
reminding me once more why I was keeping it long. She dragged my head up by my
hair and ran her tongue over my lower lip before I groaned and flattened her to
the wall, my mouth on hers. I felt like I could fuck her through the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Sliding my hand around to her back,
I undid her bra.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took it a step
farther by quickly slipping off her shirt and the black and red laced bra.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I took a step back to admire her beautiful
breasts, she grabbed onto my team t-shirt and pulled it off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cool air from the ice rink should have
made me shiver, but my body temperature was rising too quickly for me to even
notice the contrast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I know you want to fuck me,” she
leaned nonchalantly against the cold cement, kicking her boot-clad foot also up
flat against the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Without even thinking twice, I
leaned down, hooked my arms under her ass and picked up, pinning her against
the wall once more, kissing her deeply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her skirt easily slid up her thighs, revealing her matching
panties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We both moaned when my dick
ground against the lace and I was certain that with a few moves, I could come
without even burying myself in her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I’m positive I could assist you in
scoring this next goal,” she said huskily while I was screwing my tongue into
her ear and fingering the gold cross around my neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Let me lay you down on the bench
and you can get a personal demonstration of how good my hands are,” I growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">A smirk played on her lips and she
nodded once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without even caring if we
got caught, I carried her over to the player’s bench and set her feet down on
the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Sit down,” she commanded
with a slight push of her hands on my shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did and leaned back in anticipation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She turned towards the ice and began
stripping out of the rest of her clothing in dramatic fashion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A groan escaped my mouth when she bent in
half while pulling off her lace thong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her
ass was up in the air, just tempting me to shove my dick in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She giggled when I reached up and slapped it
hard, the echo bouncing throughout the empty arena.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Slowly, she stood back up and turned
back towards me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sucked in a breath
she placed one of her long legs up on the bench aside of me, giving me
full-access to her closely trimmed snatch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Leaning in towards her, I ran my tongue along the glistening line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before sliding my hands all the way up her
thighs to cup her ass and keep her there, she put her foot back and dropped
down in front of me, licking her lips while pulling off my shorts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I hissed when the cool air hit my
hot, thickened length, but a second later the warmth of her mouth enveloped
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She worked me like I was the
sweetest lollipop in the candy-shop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
only language that spilled from my mouth was a string of dirty French words
because there was nothing else to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She knew every button to push and all I wanted was for her to keep
going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Despite almost blacking out from
holding my breath, a shiver of euphoria ripped through my body when I came at
the last upstroke of her hand and mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My hot fluid came pouring out…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all
over my hand.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">My eyes flew open and I hesitantly peered
around the unfamiliar surroundings of my hotel room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked over to the bed that was normally
occupied by my roommate, Briere, but with the last minute decision for me to
come along on the road-trip, the room was all my own for a change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Reaching over to grab some tissues,
I closed my eyes and let out a frustrated groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I could have sworn she was going to
follow me out of the bar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slipping her
my phone number was all I could do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hell, I barely even accomplished that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She had been playing me all evening with glancing stares along with the
occasional “come hither” smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
heart-rate shot up like I had just pulled the longest shift out on the ice when
she smiled the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally it
seemed as if I was getting somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">It was midnight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had drank enough alcohol that it felt as if
my footsteps were lighter than normal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Maybe it was too cheesy, but the nervousness had taken me over, leaving
me with few options to do anything else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Grabbing a coaster off the bar, I scribbled down my phone number and
when walking by the table, I slipped it in front of her, flashed a smile that I
hoped looked confident enough before heading for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Maybe I was a fool thinking she
would just follow me, but after all the moments and fantasies I had painted in
my mind, especially within the last several weeks, I was hoping it would be
easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead real life played cruel
tricks on me and my vivid dreams were the only thing I was left clinging to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Fuck me harder!” she cried as I
pounded into her core.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was on all
fours in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hands wrapped
around her waist, holding firmly so that every time I thrusted into her, I had
to pull her back towards me to get even deeper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She left out a little whine each time and the longer it went on, the
more weight she put into it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">My pants were around my ankles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet again she was wearing a pencil skirt, but
this one was grey in color and was pushed up over her hips and her thong was lying,
ripped, next to her on the solid oak desk that I was fucking her on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">We were in an office, at least 20
stories above <st1:street w:st="on">Broad Street</st1:street>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After receiving a text message that just gave
me an address and a picture of her lace topped thigh-highs, I quickly found my
way over here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As soon as I shut the
door behind me, things immediately escalated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">It obviously didn’t matter to her that
outside the solid oak door I had closed and locked behind me was a bustling
office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead she screamed like the
walls of her own private office were sound proof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she wasn’t going to be quiet, then there
wasn’t reason for me to keep quiet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“You enjoying it?” I grunted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Fuck yeah, G.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just keep fucking meeeee,” she hiccuped when
I slammed into her, stealing her breath and mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Every now and then she’d turn her
head and look at me like she had done so many times when I would see her out in
the city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No more playing, this time I
was in control and getting ready to plant my seed in her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was all about primal need and the
frustration of not having her sooner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Oh Fuck!” I groaned when she
squeezed her muscles, milking my dick as I emptied into her, which in turn made
her come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was still shaking from the
orgasm as I slid my hands up her sides and firmly cupped her breasts, laying a
few kisses down her sweat glistened back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She left out a sigh and her next words were blotted out by the loud ringing
of what sounded like my cell phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">This time when I opened my eyes, I
was a sweaty mess, wrapped in the sheets of my own bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I got untangled, I reached over to my
night-stand and grabbed my phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
caller ID stated it was an unknown number, but something in my brain told me to
answer it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I took a breath to slow my breathing
and answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hello?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Why hello, Claude,” the smooth
female voice answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Any of the blood that had been
flowing to my other body parts came rushing back to my groin and my free hand
immediately wrapped around my length as I bit back a moan. Just the sound of
her voice, after these months of fantasies, was about to make me blow my load.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“What are you doing up this late?
Don’t you have a game tomorrow?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I tried to think of something to say
that would make her laugh. I had the hottest dreams about that laugh. But my
mind was blank and I reverted back to what I always do in this type of a
situation, I told the blunt truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“I was dreaming about you, and I
can’t go back to sleep now until I take care of a certain problem.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Oh no,” came a playful reply. “That
sounds like a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">big</i> problem indeed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I took the plunge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Maybe you should come over and take
care of this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Her next words were drowned out by
the sound of my phone ringing, which made no sense since I was talking on it. I
asked her to repeat herself, but all that answered was the annoying blair of my
cell once again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I blinked and my room
as brighter, and my cell, which was in my hand, showed HARTSY across the
screen. I groaned and slid my thumb over the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“What Scotty?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Man, get the fuck up! I’m waiting
outside to take you to practice, Schenner’s already out here and I do <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> want to be late!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">What the hell, now I’m having dreams within my dreams?! I’m losing my mind!
I really need to…</span></i><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Rooo!!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Fuck! I’m coming dude, I’m coming!
Two minutes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I hurried up and threw on something
clean and was in the middle of brushing my teeth when the phone rang again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Flicking up on the screen with my
thumb without hesitating to look at the Caller ID, I growled, “I said I’d be
coming in two minutes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“That’s not very long, Claude,” came
the throaty reply. I almost choked on my toothpaste. “Meet me after you get
done with practice. I’ll text you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Click</span></i><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-18363024663631210162011-12-31T11:19:00.002-05:002011-12-31T13:30:31.686-05:00The Way The Rain Comes Down: Part 3 (The End!)...and thus comes the end of my little Price fantasy. Thanks for humoring me with your comments (Meaghan and Maegen!)... Of course this story wasn't meant to be anything in depth, just something to occupy the mind for a bit. Enjoy Part 3 and a couple more pictures of my favorite Cowboy. :o)<br />
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3</span></i></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
called the tow-truck place with not much success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After I put a message on the phone, I hung up
and gulped down the rest of my wine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
were already halfway through the bottle and Carey was just finishing up with
the dinner prep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The combination of the
hot shower, the wine, and knowing that Carey was interested in me like I was
interested in him, already had me feeling overly intoxicated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Mindlessly,
I began attempting to piece his phone back together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After popping the battery back in, we
realized it still worked, but he was definitely going to need a new one since
the screen was annoyingly cracked right down the center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I hope you have insurance on it,” I frowned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Believe
me, I do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This would not be the first
time I’ve busted a phone,” he laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I’m hard on them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Do
you take them out on the ice with you?” I joked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
would think so,” he smiled back at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Each time he smiled, I was crushing more and more on him and the look in
his eyes gave me the feeling that my panties might melt off at any moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
think I’m going to need some water,” I announced, sliding off the stool and
heading over to the sink.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Any more
alcohol without food in my stomach and I would be drooling on the counter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must have tripped on the cuff of my pants
because suddenly Carey’s arms were around my waist and pulling me upright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Water
might be a good idea,” Carey laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“But,” he continued, scooping me into his arms and carrying me back over
to my stool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Just sit here, I’ll get it
for you and you can have it with dinner since its ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
gently sat me down and I smiled, slightly embarrassed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Sorry,” I said quietly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Don’t
worry, I’m feeling it a little myself,” he said seriously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was still really close to me, his eyes
staring into mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next thing I knew we
were kissing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
pillow lips were soft, unsurprisingly tasting like the wine we were
sharing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instinctively, my hand went up
to his face and gently cupped it, coaxing him to keep kissing me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When
she had alcohol on board, she was unsteady on her feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I had alcohol on board, I got
brazen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the combination of wine on
an empty stomach and the feel of her against me when I picked her up, I
couldn’t help myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She already knew
that I was interested in her, so crossing this bridge was all too easy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Maybe
it was the way she looked even sexier in my clothing or maybe it was how
natural it felt to be with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not
sure, but I was sure that I wanted to kiss her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
tasted sweet, like the raspberry wine we were sharing, and when she touched my
cheek, I took that as a sign to deepen the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Sure,
this wasn’t the first time I made out with a stranger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, the circumstance of how this all
came to be were definitely different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hailey wasn’t some slut from a club.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was a girl with a cool personality who I was immediately attracted
to for not only her looks, but also for who she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was definitely potential for something
a little more than just a fuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The heat
from her lips and fingers felt like they were melting through my skin, causing
me to pull back to catch a breath of sanity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Her
lips were now swollen from the kiss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
looked up at my shyly and bit her lip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead of saying anything to ruin the moment, I stepped back and gave
us both some room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I poured her a glass
of water and then set that and a plate of food in front of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a few moments of awkward tension, we
began eating and making more small talk, almost like nothing happened, despite
the look in her eyes telling a whole different story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
where do you work?” Carey asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
laughed silently, finding this whole situation quite silly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kiss we had shared several minutes ago
was replaying in fast-forward over and over again, making it hard to
concentrate on eating, but once the food hit my stomach, it got easier to
shovel it into my mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
work for an insurance company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am an
actuary,” I said simply, just waiting for the humorous look of confusion I
usually got, to cover his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">…three…two…one…there it is!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Alright,
I’m lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What is that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
calculate someone’s risk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Their
risk?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yup.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“For
what?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do people come to you when they
want to know how dangerous they are living their life or something?” Carey asked,
pausing intently for my answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
laughed lightly and nodded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Kind
of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Insurance companies need to figure
out how much of a risk they are taking when they take on a new client, usually
this has to do with big corporations or just some millionaire who needs some
huge ass policy to cover his butt when things go wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Did
you ever calculate the risk of a hockey player?” he asked curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
do know my company is the primary insurer of the Habs,” I informed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
eyes lit up, “Oh that’s cool,” he said with his mouth full; making me almost
spit mine out as I laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He finally
swallowed his food, shook his head and continued our conversation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So I’m assuming that is a lot of math?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’ve
always loved math,” I admitted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Geek,”
he picked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“No
doubt,” I laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
you’re smart and pretty…what are you doing still single?” he bravely asked,
making me shiver once again with the way his blue eyes looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
took a sip of my water and set it down before answering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Not fair to put me on the spot like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
don’t have to answer,” he said quietly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I guess I should have just asked if you are single.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This
made me smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His gentleman act seemed
genuine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yes, I am single.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Probably not by choice, but in all honesty,
I’m not real big on meeting guys at bars, which is where most people our age
meet people.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Instead
you’d rather meet them on the sidewalk?” he raised a humored eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yup.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s easier to test their chivalrous ways and
if they can pick out a good bottle of wine,” I said as serious as possible
before reaching across the counter and stealing his half-filled glass and took
a healthy gulp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As
soon as it was away from my lips he snatched it back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You are supposed to be drinking your glass
of water!” he scolded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m fairly sure
if you end up drunk, I’m going to have to take you to the hospital, considering
the day you have already had…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
giggled, hiccupped and then giggled again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
sweet talked me into giving her some more wine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Of course I only filled her glass half-way, for the simple reason that I
didn’t want her drunk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanted her to
remember what was inevitably going to happen tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The longer we sat there talking, throwing
meaningful glances at each other and flirting, the more I wanted her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When
we finished dinner, she helped me clean up and the physical flirting ramped up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Stay
outta my space,” she chirped, hip checking me while she laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Stay
outta mine,” I played, quickly scooping up a handful of suds and blowing them
into her hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next thing I knew we were
having a bubble fight and I was chasing her around the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wasn’t very fast, but with how much
shorter she was than me; she had no problem dodging my opportunities of really
getting her with the bubbles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Given the
day she had thus far, I shouldn’t have been shocked when I watched her slip on
a wet spot on the tile floor and fall hard on her butt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oooowwwww!”
she howled in between laughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
actually hard to tell if she was crying or laughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She laid down on her back on the floor and
rolled onto her side, grabbing her butt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit for at least a weeeeeeek,”
she cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
bent over and placed my hands on my knees as I stood there trying not to laugh,
yet failing miserably.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Are you okay?” I
finally asked, holding a hand out to pull her up off the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of getting up, she pulled hard and
next thing I knew, I was down on the ground with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She laughed at my surprise but soon the only
thing that could be heard was the beating of our hearts and the heavy breathing
it was causing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
maneuvered myself over top of her, straddling my legs at her waist and leaned
down to kiss her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my lips touched
hers, she pulled me down on top of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When we took a breath, she whispered, “I don’t normally do this…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
didn’t really know what to say because this wasn’t anything new for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of lying or saying the obvious, I
began kissing her again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shivered when
her hands slid up and underneath my shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her touch lingered everywhere she touched, I could have sworn that if I
looked in the mirror I would be able to see her finger prints on my skin, like
a brand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The intensity of our kisses
grew and before I knew it, she was slipping my shirt over my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hailey,”
I whined into her ear when she slipped her hands to my chest, dragging her
nails lightly over my skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was now
lying on top of her, but carefully distributing my weight so I wouldn’t crush her;
of course the more we made out the more I began to grind my length against her mound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
was kissing her neck when she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me
against her, the friction causing her to cry out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Caaaarrreeeyyy,” she cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“If
you keep doing that, I’m going to crush you,” I growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before she could argue, I threaded an arm
behind her back and flipped us, so that I was now underneath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hissed when the cold tiles hit my hot skin,
but that quickly turned into a groan as she continued the not-so innocent
dry-humping session and kissing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
large hands easily pulled off the oversized sweatshirt and then cupped my
breasts coaxing them to his mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
threaded my hands through his thick head of hair and leaned forward so that he
could have better access to my aching breasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was in need of his mouth all over my body at this point and even more
in need to have him inside of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly
it was obvious we were going to be getting down and dirty on the cold, kitchen
floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I squeaked when he lightly bit my
nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a devilish smile still on his lips
when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed them to my own swollen lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our bodies pressed together, felt like the
heat you felt in the dead of summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Easily he pulled my ponytail out and feathered it out by running his
fingers through it so that it was surrounding us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">After
several more long-winded kisses, I began moving down his chest, dragging my
hair across his skin, knowing by his shortening breaths that he was enjoying
the anticipation as much as I was enjoying running my tongue over his taught,
skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His body was a beautiful, muscular
masterpiece.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just seeing him in his
street clothes, I would have never guessed he was built like the Italian
sculptures we studied in art class.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
giggled when he jumped and hissed as I ran my teeth over the indent right above
his waist line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You’re evil, Hailey,”
he growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lifted my head, looked up
at him and just smiled all while I tugging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Helping me remove the restraint of his shorts, he lifted his hips and I
quickly slid down the rest of the length of his body to position myself over
his thick erection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He groaned when my
hand first wrapped around his stick and began working him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a couple strokes, I took the smooth,
hard length in my mouth, swallowing him until I couldn’t go anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Carey’s
hands threaded into my hair and gently guided me. The more he groaned, the
faster I worked him and the harder I sucked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The way he tasted and the feeling of him in my mouth made me moan with
each twist up and down his length.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
became inevitable that I would be finishing him off when I felt the pressure of
his fingers on my head because stronger and his balls began to constrict.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fuck Hailey, I’m going to fucking cum!” he
hissed between his teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One moan from
me and I was taking him for every drop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Not
sure if I would have expected her to give the world’s best blow job by just
looking at her choice in rain-boots, but then again you can never judge a book
by its cover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hailey might not normally
do this sort of thing, but she definitely had a few tricks in her book that I
had just been privy to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
think my luck is changing,” she smiled, licking her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Told
you this was neutral territory,” I chuckled, pulling her up to me so that I
could kiss her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sliding my hands down
her sides, I realized her pants had slid down, leaving her practically
naked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Without thinking twice, I slid
them down the rest of the way and then grabbed her perfect ass cheeks with my
hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You are flawless,” I whispered into
her ear, meaning every word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smiled
shyly back at me, her blue eyes sparkling again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Without
saying a word, I sat up, with her straddling me before agilely picking her up
and carrying her down the hall and into the living room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Playfully dropping her on the couch, I didn’t
waist time burying my face between her legs, kissing her erogenous spots,
making her squirm and leave out happy mewing sounds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my tongue touched her clit, she left out
a low moan and threw her head back into the pillow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fuck, Carey…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
smiled to myself and took another lick for good measure before delving farther
into her glistening folds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was hard
not to get turned on by all her small breaths and hisses as I gave her my
thank-you for the pre-game she gave me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After sliding two fingers into her warm core, it only took a couple
come-hither motions and she was coming hard, pulling my hair taught.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
was still shivering from the orgasm when I slid up her body and pushed my dick
into her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The screams of pleasure easily
made me hard and ready to go again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her
eyes flew open so quickly with surprise that I stopped mid-stroke to make sure
I wasn’t getting the signals mixed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hailey?”
I whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
just wasn’t expecting you,” she smiled sedately before sliding her hands down
to my ass and pulling me deeper into her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
dropped my head against her forehead and pressed my lips firmly to hers,
stealing a few breaths from her and moaning at how good she felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a couple slow test strokes, I sat up,
tilted up her hips, and began hitting her hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It
was all too easy to wrap my legs around him, the feeling of him so deep inside
made me close my eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I didn’t
leave them closed for long, especially since I had such a sexy picture to look at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I wouldn’t have been enjoying every time
he pushed me into the couch cushions, I would have probably drooled each time I
watched the muscles in his arms and abdomen constrict and relax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“My
eyes are up here,” he played, tilting his head and winking at me with a cocky
smile before pushing deep once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
smiled and locked eyes with his beautiful brown ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Do
you trust me?” he asked, pulling completely out and running his finger-tips up
and down my wet, overly-sensitive spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
shut my legs on his hand and raised an eyebrow in competition. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He retracted his hand and grabbed my wrist
with his other hand, pulling me up off the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Situating himself on the couch so that he was
sitting comfortably with his legs spread, he turned me so that I was facing away
and pulled me backwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his hands
on my hips, he guided me down and onto his still hardened erection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I braced myself on his thighs and left out a
sigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was as if he was meant to be
buried inside of me for life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
set the rhythm, taking me along for the ride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Eventually I leaned fully back against him and rested the back of my on
his shoulder, allowing him to do all the work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He didn’t seem to mind and with the way he was hitting my g-spot, I was
soon going to lose control all together anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Turning
my face towards him, we proceeded to play our own version of hockey with our
tongues and his hands were all over me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As I came his lips had found their way to the small of my neck and his
fingers were pulling on my nipples, causing me to cum harder than the first
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I slammed my head back on his
shoulder and cried out his name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He came
right after, our cries of ecstasy suddenly filling the room together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fuck,”
he breathed, coming down from the high we had just given each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Wow,”
I also breathed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">We
sat there together allowing our breathing to slow down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was quiet but soon my phone began blaring
from my purse that was sitting on the end table next to us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With his long arms Carey reached over and
grabbed the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“It’s
the tow-truck company,” I murmured.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Before
I could take the phone and answer it, he threw it back into my purse and
growled, “You won’t be needing your keys at least until tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re staying with me tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When
I heard the rain hitting the windows behind our head, I knew there was going to
be no argument from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Besides,
with the way the rain is coming down, it’s the perfect night for indoor
activities,” Carey joked before laying a few suggestive kisses down my sweat
glistened neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
play for who?!” she questioned sincerely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“The
Montreal Canadians,” I said, letting out a laugh of disbelief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Did you ever hear of the NHL?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Isn’t
that hockey or something?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t have ice hockey in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iowa</st1:place></st1:state>,” she said quietly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But it does seem like a big deal up
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come to think of it, I guess you
do look familiar!” she exclaimed suddenly, turning towards me in her seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Are you a goalie or whatever?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yeah,”
I said, unable to smile at her sparkling blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
are on a big billboard across the street from my work!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
nodded my head and laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yup, that
would be me,” knowing exactly which billboard she was speaking of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Huh,”
was all the more she said on the subject.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“So if you play for <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Montreal</st1:city></st1:place>,
why don’t you have a French accent like the rest of the crazy people in this
city?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’m
not from here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m actually from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">British Columbia</st1:state></st1:place>,” I
informed her, unable to hide my smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh,”
she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I wish I could speak French,”
she spoke almost to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’m
not that fluent,” I admitted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Her
eyes grew wide as she looked at me confused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“But you spoke to the officer in French…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
did, I said I’m not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>fluent, but
I have learned enough to get myself out of a traffic ticket,” I winked at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
I’m not getting a citation?” she asked slowly, her eyes somehow growing even
bigger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“If
I send that guy the pair of hockey tickets I promised him, you should be good
as gold,” I smiled broadly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
turned back forward in her seat and shook her head like she was
dumbfounded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Damn, you’re awesome,” she
breathed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
know,” I grinned until she playfully punched my shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
small talk then ended, she was too busy giving me directions to her house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>10 minutes later we were pulling into her
driveway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Shit!” she cursed in a loud
whisper as she frantically dug through her purse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Punching
the seat dramatically on either side of her, she growled through her teeth, “My
house key is on the same ring as my Jeep key…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
gave my key to the tow-truck guy…” the tears suddenly began welling up in her
eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I easily got the feeling she was
teetering on an emotional breakdown, but this just confirmed it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Miss
Greth…” I began, realizing I had never even asked her name as we talked about
the timeline of shitty events that happened prior to our grocery bag clash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“It’s
H-H-Hailey,” she stuttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hailey,”
I said easily, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The name really seemed to fit her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Is that your apartment up there?” I asked,
pointing to the door above the large garage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
nodded her head while she wiped from tears from her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Normally
I would have found it pathetic for someone to be crying about not having their
house keys, but knowing I had helped in making this day miserable and the fact
that I thought she was undeniably adorable, I was not going to judge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Does your landlord live near by?” I asked,
trying to help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“He
does, but he doesn’t get back from his vacation until tomorrow evening…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Well
that poses a problem,” I agreed slowly, quietly taking in the apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no way I could even trying to crawl
through the tiny window and the door didn’t even have a pain of glass to break
so that we could unlock the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And
I’m assuming you don’t have any family close by?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“No.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They, like all of my friends, live in back in
the States.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My job brought me here a little
over a year ago…” she said sadly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hmm…”
I said, taking a moment to think about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
had an extra room at my apartment that had a bed in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was going to ask her to come over for
dinner…I guess it wouldn’t be a huge deal to have her stay over too…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I have an extra room you can stay in,” I blurted
out, my voice seeming suddenly loud in the quiet space of my truck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’m
sure I can figure something out…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Well,
look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How about we at least go back to
my place, get you some dry clothing since you’re shivering like a leaf, make
some dinner and then maybe we can get a hold of the tow-truck driver so that
way we can get your house key,” I suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
looked up at me with her deep blue eyes, wiped away an errant tear and
nodded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
only lived about 15 minutes from me in a newer, ritzy apartment complex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was actually the complex I had been
looking at when I first moved here last year, but they didn’t have any
vacancies at the time, so I was stuck with the place I was now living at.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It
hadn’t really bothered me that I didn’t have any close friends in the area
until today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, I had a few
co-workers that I hung out with on occasion, but I didn’t feel comfortable
calling them to ask if I could stay with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then again, it probably didn’t seem very smart going to a total
stranger’s place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Maybe
it was the way he smiled at me, his calming demeanor or it could have been the
simple fact that I found him really sexy and I couldn’t get the dirty thoughts
from my head every time I looked into his amber eyes, the same amber eyes I
stared at on a daily basis when I looked out my office window and at the
billboard he adorned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Either way, warm,
dry clothing and food sounded like the most perfect thing at the moment and a
step towards feeling semi-human again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Before
I could even get my own door open, Carey already had all of my stuff piled in
his arms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Here, take my keys,” he said
when I went to take at least one bag from his arms. I looked at him reluctantly
but after he furrowed his brow, I un-looped the key ring from his pinky finger
and followed him to his apartment door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He waited patiently for me to unlock it and laughed when I had to push
my whole body against the door just to open it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“That door has stuck like that ever since I moved into the place last
year,” he chuckled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It only gets worse
on days like these.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Well
with the day I’ve had thus far, I’m surprised I didn’t just fall flat on my
face,” I joked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You’re
in neutral territory now,” he chuckled, quickly shucking off his boots at the
door and carrying my stuff through the living room and into the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was now that I noticed he had been wearing
cowboy boots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“What,
so neutral territory means my bad day is over?” I called out while balancing
myself to get my rain boots off, still thinking about how just maybe my luck
was beginning to change and how I was a sucker for any boy in cowboy boots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Sure!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Forgive
me if I’m making too quick of an assumption, but you seem way too laid back and
happy go lucky…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“As
opposed to…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“As
opposed to every other guy I have met all my life,” I exaggerated, slowly shuffling
towards the kitchen while I took in his spacious apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neutral colors adorned the walls and
floors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a dark brown, suede,
oversized sectional that took up most of the room and on the wall hung a large
flat-screen TV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few pictures hung on
the walls, but the things that stood out to me were the framed hockey jerseys
that hung on either side of the TV and on a shelf on the opposite wall, there
were fancy belt buckles sitting on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
didn’t know much about hockey, but I didn’t really think they would be cowboys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Then
you obviously haven’t met the right one’s,” he grinned, walking into the living
room to find me still staring at the buckles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Without missing a beat he proudly pointed at them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I won them in the rodeo this year.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Rodeo?”
I asked curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
looked at me and smiled shyly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yeah,
it’s what I do in the off-season.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Do
a lot of the guys do that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yea,
you have heard of cowboys, right?” he asked in a humored tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
laughed and nodded my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m from
Iowa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every farm-boy wishes he was
either a city-slicker or a cowboy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
just meant do a lot of the hockey players do the rodeo thing?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, chuckling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m definitely in the minority.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
nodded and looked at the picture hanging next to the shelf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was Carey, in the middle of roping a
calf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a beautiful picture, he had
perfect form and it almost seemed like he was born to be in the saddle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Lots
of cowboys in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Iowa</st1:state></st1:place>?”
he raised an amused eyebrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His face
was so animated, making it all too hard not to smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
giggled, “Lots of wanna-be’s I guess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
have a lot of farms, so yeah; horseback riding comes standard in the town I
grew up in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
smiled easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m definitely what
you’d call ‘a wanna-be’…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“But
it seems you won some awards already,” I pointed out, not letting him belittle
himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
nodded in acknowledgment and pushed himself off the wall, making his way
towards the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I can only compete
in certain events because of my contract with the NHL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They don’t want me doing anything too dangerous
that might put my career in jeopardy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh,
I see,” I said quietly, following him down the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Do
you ride?” he called back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something in
his tone of voice had me thinking he wasn’t entirely insinuating horses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
began going through her grocery bags, picking out the things that needed to be
refrigerated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When turned to put the
milk in the fridge I found her standing there studying me, with her arms
wrapped around herself shivering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Shit,
why didn’t you say anything about being cold!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I completely forgot!” I scolded her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I grabbed her wrist and led her upstairs to get her some warm, dry,
clothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">When
we got to my bedroom, she stood firmly outside the door and waited for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Smiling at her sudden shyness, I couldn’t
help but realize I might have forgotten what it was like to have a girl around
who had some sort of couth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of the
women I had brought home as of late had no problem being forward and assuming. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For that reason, I found Hailey even more
attractive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
grabbed a pair of flannel pants and one of my hooded sweatshirts and handed it
to her as soon as I walked out of the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She had taken off her coat, revealing her soaking wet jeans and a long
sleeved white shirt that was also saturated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Seeing her without her coat, confirmed that she had a svelte body, but
not one that looked like a teenage boy; she had curves at all the right
areas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was never one for the stick
thin girls, I would rather not be afraid of breaking them if I just touched
them the wrong way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Um, hopefully the
length won’t be too bad,” I shook my head in an attempt not to stare at her
hardened nipples and the lacy outline of her bra that was easily seen through the
wet, white, shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Sorry that they’ll
prolly be huge on you, but at least the pants have a draw string on them,”
commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Anything
will be better than wearing this wet stuff,” she sighed, gratefully taking them
from me and smiling, seemingly not aware of my gawking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“If
you want a hot shower, you are more than welcome to get one…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Are
you sure?” she asked hesitantly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yup.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I led her to the bathroom, showed her where
the towels were and then left her alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As soon as she locked the door, I ran into my room, got changed into a
pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went back downstairs to busy myself with
making dinner, attempting to keep my mind from thinking too much about the fact
of her being upstairs, naked, in the shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">For
a boy, he seemed to keep a clean place, but I had the distinct feeling he paid
for someone to keep it that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After
all, he was a professional athlete; he had more than enough money for a
maid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As
soon as he said something about hot shower, I couldn’t resist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Only a hot shower was going to warm up me up
at this point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Standing there for a good
20 minutes, I allowed the scalding hot water to run over me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I got out, I wrapped myself in a soft,
oversized towel and began snooping around the bathroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing too out of the ordinary could be
found.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shaving crème, a Gillette razor,
face wash, a few yummy smelling colognes, one toothbrush and one tube of
toothpaste; confirming he did indeed live here by himself. I giggled when I
found a small pile of dirty laundry lying in the corner, with a pair of his
boxers lying on top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
combed through my hair with my fingers and threw it back in a loose
ponytail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slowly, I got dressed,
laughing to myself when I found myself rolling the top of the flannel pants at
least 6 times after tying them as tight as they would go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was more of the length that I was worried
about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In no way did I need to trip over
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last thing I did was pull the
sweatshirt over my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To no surprise,
the XL hooded, Carhart sweatshirt was more like a dress on me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I turned my head and breathed in the clean
smelling material that was tainted with the smell of cologne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No matter how many times a guy washed their
clothing; one could never get their scent out of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, I wasn’t minding a bit because he
smelled delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Still
smiling, I walked out of the bathroom and quietly snuck down the hallway, and
dropped my clothing in the dryer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh
good, you found it,” Carey said, completely scaring me to the point I had to
grab at my chest to remind myself to breathe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Way
to scare me!” I squeaked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Way
to look like you shrunk several sizes,” he laughed at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hit the button on the dryer and shuffled
over to the doorway of the laundry room, towards Carey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m fairly sure you gave me the largest
stuff possible,” I frowned playfully, finally feeling a bit more like a human,
but also a little more self-conscious due to the fact that underneath the large
clothing, I wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also noted he had changed into something
more lounge worthy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His grey Habs shirt
wasn’t form fitting, but it revealed his strong arms and his shorts showed off
his very muscular legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was becoming
apparent that the shower was not the only thing warming me up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Not
my fault you are short,” he chuckled, tugging lightly on my pony-tail as he
followed me down the hall and back downstairs to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took a seat at the breakfast counter and
watched as he prepared our dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
began emptying some of the bags on the counter so that I could at least get the
salad together, but I stopped when I pulled out a bottle of wine from the same
bag the bread was in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Did
I ruin your plans for tonight?” I asked quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
turned, saw me holding the bottle and quickly turned back towards the
stove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately for him, he
couldn’t hide the red that was climbing up his neck to his ears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Nope.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Are
you sure?” I pushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I mean, I can leave…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“And
go where?” he laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I opened my mouth
to give an answer but I closed it when I realized I had no answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Um, actually, I was planning on asking you
over for dinner…but when I got back to the parking lot you were already gone,”
he said quietly, turning towards me when as he finished his story and sending
me a look that had me breathing a little quicker than usual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This
statement only caused me to blush and bury my head in the sweatshirt like a
turtle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also made my body tingle with
a new anticipation and I was fairly sure it had nothing to do with being hungry
for food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
slid her head into the sweatshirt, leaving only her bright blue eyes out, to
look at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She blinked, doe-eyed at me
and all I could do was smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Would
you have said yes?” I asked, unable to help myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
shrugged silently before answered, “Maybe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
what, are you going to act all shy around me now?” I played, leaning on the
counter, closing the distance between us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Maybe,”
she said again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Don’t
worry Hailey, there are no expectations,” I said sincerely, despite the fact my
dick was screaming that I was lying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Any
glimmer of hope and I was making my move.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
heard her quietly giggling, still hidden in the sweatshirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“While there isn’t necessarily anything wrong
with expectations, I do appreciate your help this evening,” she spoke,
obviously a little more nervous about the situation than she let on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took a deep breath and then looked me, her
smile made it to her eyes; finally emerging from the sweatshirt she asked with
a wink, “Do you have a cork-screw?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Down boy.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-52293194308379024512011-12-26T07:34:00.001-05:002011-12-31T14:50:09.259-05:00The Way The Rain Comes Down... Part 1 - Carey PriceSome new material... a typical cliche story, but I've been in a butterflies and rainbow kind of mood for the holidays, so deal with it! This will be just a few parts.<br />
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Helloooo Carey Price.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“How
about I just tell you where to go?!” she cried loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“How could you not see me walking down the
sidewalk with all these bags?!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I’m
soo sorry,” I apologized sincerely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
quickly bent down and helped her pick up all the items that were now scattered
across the wet sidewalk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a cold,
rainy day in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montreal</st1:place></st1:city>
and I made it even worse by running head-on into a girl who had her hands
full.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“If it makes you feel any better,
my phone is now busted too,” I cringed when I found the screen of my phone was
cracked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh,
that makes me feel sooo much better,” she scowled, snatching a box of tampons
from my hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t even realize
what I had been holding, but needless to say I was now bright red,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>biting back an immature laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
bent back over and gathered some more items.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When I reached for the loaf of bread, I noticed that it was completely
squished.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If there was one thing I
remember from my childhood, it was my mom flipping every time someone would
smoosh her bread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Is there anything
else that was completely ruined?” I asked her, holding up the ruined bread as
evidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
stopped, looked over at me, sighed and frowned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was then that I really got a good look at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite looking exhausted and frazzled, she
had a soft beautiful look that always caught my attention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her dirty blonde hair was tied in pig-tails
that rested on her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
weather seemed to add some curls that added some texture to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Entrancing blue eyes blinked back at me while
she pursed her pouty lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was in a
pair of dark-washed jeans and wrapped up in a grey, woolen pea-coat with a pair
bright plaid rain-boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something told
me she wasn’t always in a foul mood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
stood there in limbo for a moment before she quickly looked away and looked in
the bags that were back in her hands, stuffed to the gills once again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I don’t think so…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Okay,
well I’ll run back in and buy you a new loaf…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
don’t have to do that,” she said quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Where
are you parked?” I asked, refusing to argue about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
stared at me for a short moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
as if she was weighing all her options, but I also noted a slight change in her
eyes; something softer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She blew out a
breath, turned and motioned over to the town parking-lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I drive a black Jeep Wrangler.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Alright,
get your stuff in your Jeep and I’ll meet you over there,” I said before
turning to jog into the grocery store.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Despite it not being the most ideal way to meet a pretty girl, my
footsteps still felt a bit lighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It
had been a terrible day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything that
could have gone wrong did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning
I had to fight with my Jeep to get her to start.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My elderly neighbor, Henry, had to come out
and help me jump it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was probably
tired of all the times I bothered him to help me with “manly” chores because
within the year that I lived in the house behind him, I had a lot of those
chores happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also didn’t help that
my French was atrocious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
something I was trying to work on since I moved here from <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iowa</st1:place></st1:state>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I knew a few of the basics, but it never seemed to be enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Once
I got to work, late, I was informed that they were going to send me home for a
day of suspension because I had been late one too many times within the last 6
months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never mind the fact that the
four times I was late I had very good excuses, including a few doctors
notes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After pointing out this fact, my
boss decided to let me stay, but next time, I would be sent home without pay
for two days.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
then got a phone call from my landlord informing me that my check bounced yet
again. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the second time in 3
months due to a calculation error in my checkbook.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless to say, he wasn’t happy despite my
reassurances of having more than enough money in my savings account for at
least a year’s worth of rent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
cherry for the top of the sundae ended up being the events of my grocery
shopping trip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To begin with, I hated
grocery shopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is definitely on my
list of worst adult chores, so I was already annoyed by having enter the
store.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It went from bad to worse when I
stepped out of the store and began walking towards the parking lot with my
handful of bags.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It
wasn’t his entire fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t
exactly see over top the loaf of bread that was barely staying in the shopping
bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I was fairly sure he had
been busying texting when he ran into me, which only angered me more than I
should have been.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Immediately
he began helping me pick up the items, still mumbling sorries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was just trying to keep myself from boiling
over; walking a fine line of bursting into tears or going AWOL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The latter was about to occur when I realized
he was holding a box of the tampons I had just purchased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of flipping a lid and possibly
landing in jail, I reverted to my sarcasm defense mechanism when he made the
comment about his phone being broken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Probably wasn’t fair, but at the moment, I was past the caring stage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Despite
my spastic, freaking out attitude, he remained quiet spoken and calm the whole
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His question about anything else
being ruined, made me stop and finally look at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first thing I noticed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spoke English.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it was his tall, broad shouldered
stature that led me to believe that underneath his black leather coat, I’d find
a perfectly sculpted body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His face and
liquid brown eyes were shaded by a fitted camo-baseball hat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite the day old facial scruff, he had a
distinct boyish charm that was intertwined with a roguish handsomeness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly I had to try really hard to keep the
frown on my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“You
don’t have to do that,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed when it was
obvious he was going to run back into the store and buy me a new loaf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As much as I hated squished bread, I wasn’t
going to make him replace it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would
deal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Where
are you parked?” he asked, the look in his eye was daring me to put up more a
fight, because he was ready to not let me get my way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My stomach took a flip and I suddenly felt
warm all over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I finally got a
grip, I told him where I was parked and watched him and his jean clad ass, jog
into the store. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">From
helping her pick-up her items, I couldn’t help but noticed she had picked up
some chicken and a bunch of fresh vegetables.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>An off the wall idea came to mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Why not invite her over for
dinner?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still felt bad about
running into her and then there was the part where I found her really
cute.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was all for some sort of
distraction, which she was already turning into the perfect one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So when I went back in for the bread, I
picked up a bottle of Riesling, checked out and headed off to find the
plaid-rainboot clad blonde.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">During
the entire short walk to the parking lot I mentally rehearsing the words I was
going to say to her and how I was going to just slip in the fact that we should
have a dinner date tonight, despite not even knowing her name or if she might
possibly be a serial killer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I
arrived at the parking lot, it was blatantly clear that my rehearsal was for
nothing because there was no black Jeep in site.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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chickened out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those amber eyes were
probably going to haunt me for the rest of my life, but just couldn’t face him
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was too embarrassed by the way
I acted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly loaded up the Jeep
and went out the back entrance of the parking-lot, ensuring he wouldn’t see me
leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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everything that went wrong today, I was not about to possibly put myself in an
awkward position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which, I’m sure that
would have happened because I could already feel the adrenaline pumping through
my veins the more I thought about him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>With each thought, my mind pictured him to be hotter and hotter, further
proving I would have some how figured out how to make an ass out of myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I was so worried about making an ass out of myself with the unknown guy, I
suddenly realized I should be more worried about where I was going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next thing I knew, I was heading straight for
a fire hydrant in the curve of the road that I had failed to negotiate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">CRASH!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fuck me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">After
searching the parking lot for another minute, just making sure I didn’t miss
her, I shook my head, hopped in the truck and headed back to my apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course, once I got on the bridge to head
to the south side of the city, I found myself in a sudden back-up of traffic
and the clouds had opened up with a heavy down-pour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was uncommon to hit backed up traffic in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Montreal</st1:place></st1:city> for the simple
fact of the many car accidents that occurred daily in the crazy French driving
city. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some cars turned around, which
allowed me to move closer to the culprit of the clog up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took about 10 minutes for the
rubber-neckers to drive past the scene of the accident and by the time I got up
there, the police and ambulance had already arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A
black Jeep Wrangler had seemingly lost control and ran into the fire
hydrant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The damage didn’t look too
terrible, but the person who I assumed to be the driver was standing there with
tears streaming down her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wasn’t
until I saw the bright colored, plaid, rainboots that I realized it was my
run-away girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly put on my
turn-signal and pulled into a drive-way across from the accident scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I-I
d-d-don’t want the ambulance,” I sobbed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was now pouring down rain and I could feel it soaking through my
wool-pea-coat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The feeling of doom now
felt 100 times heavier and colder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
just want to go home and hit the replay button on this whole d-d-day,” I continued
as the stern looking police officer just stood there when his arms crossed in
front of him, glaring at me like I was some sort of psychopath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Granted, the way I was crying hysterically
when he pulled up, I’m sure it did look like there was some sort of mental
instability going on, but that was completely beside the point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Do
you have anyone to take you home?” he asked with a thick French-laced voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
looked over at the Jeep and back at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You don’t think it’s drivable?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
raised his eyes brows and left out a sadistic laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Non, sweetheart, it is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> drivable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The airbag is
deployed and both of your front tires are flat…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
started patting my pockets for my phone, but it was then that I realized it was
probably somewhere in the passenger compartment of the Jeep, since I put it on
the charger before I left the work parking lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Um…I don’t really have…” I began until a familiar voice interrupted my
string of confused words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Are
you okay…?” my brown eyed bread squasher asked, reaching out to put a large
hand on my shoulder, looking worried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“And
you are…?” the police officer began to interrogate until a look of surprise
seemed to come across his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“He’s…”
I began, but realized I didn’t even know his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Carey,”
he said, reaching out to shake the now stunned police officer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked over at Carey and he looked over at
me, winked and turned back to the officer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
officer just rolled his eyes and nodded as my eyes about popped out of my
head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well look at that, Mr. Price has
impeccable timing, Miss Greth,” the officer stuttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Carey,</i>”
he said like he was meeting his idol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You can take your upset girlfriend home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The tow truck will be here shortly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Will
she receive her citation in the mail?” Carey asked firmly, giving the officer a
stare down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Or is there anything we can
maybe work out instead?” he seemed to hint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The next words out of his mouth were French and I was completely
clueless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
officer’s face brightened and he nodded his head, quickly writing down what
looked to be his address and handed it enthusiastically over to Carey.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“But…”
I began, but Carey gave me a warning look and asked gently, “Let’s get the
stuff out of your Jeep and into my truck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Okay, hunnie??”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
nodded and bit the inside of my cheek to keep any change of emotion off my
face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart was beating like I had
just run a 2 minute mile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My mind was
whirling from all the thoughts that were racing on through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was confused and thrilled all at the same
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I needed to rescuer, but with how
bad everything was going today, I wasn’t too sure I wanted him to be around for
what might happen next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a
dangerous choice on his part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Obviously
I had pissed off someone to deserve a day like this…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sure you’re okay?” Carey asked quietly when we got over to the back of my Jeep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yeah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m just more angry than anything at this
point in time,” I admitted with a sigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“It’s been a reeeaaallly bad day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This
comment made him chuckle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So these last
several minutes weren’t the beginning?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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laughed too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No, afraid not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
when is my citation coming?” I asked quietly, despite the fact the officer was
several feet away talking to the tow-truck operator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“It’s
all taken care of,” Carey said quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“But
what did you say to him in French?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
looked up at me, smirked and in a flash, grabbed everything, including my purse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I attempting to at least grab my purse, but
he turned, pursed pouty lips, furrowed his brow and shook his head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Get whatever else you need, I got this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My truck is the black Ford sitting over
there,” he nodded to the truck sitting with its blinkers on in someone’s
driveway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
think the officer wanted a few other items…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Take
your time,” he smiled reassuringly, sending a shiver through me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a friendly innocence in his look
before he turned and walked across the street with all my stuff in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
watched him get across the street safely and then went to work at getting my
paperwork and keys for the officer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of
course when I handed the keys over to the still star-struck officer, I never
even thought about the fact of my house keys being on the same ring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-42064686401062110922011-11-30T16:05:00.001-05:002011-12-31T14:50:27.640-05:00Picture Perfect - Ryan KeslerDue to some illness, I haven't been able to really write any new material... however, I always have a few things in my archives, so I figured I'd give ya'll all a little to read to maybe hold you over for a bit... This was actually a short-story challenge that I wrote for the FantasyFic Board during the All-Star Game... It was going to be a couple parts, but I haven't gotten that far with it. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“This
glamour shots thing is not my deal,” Toews complained as he Sharp sat outside
in the hallway waiting their turn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“All
it does is give the fan girls another reason to make stupid blogs about us or
make up embarrassing posters to hold up during warm-ups,” he continued as he
fidgeted in his seat like he had sat in a pile of fire ants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Really
Tazer? Would you like some cheese with that wine or am I going to have to hit
you over the fucking head?” Sharp hissed at his captain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I figured you’d be a little more comfortable
with these things by now, with you being the Chicago Playgirl cover-boy and
such now a days.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh
please!” Jonathan cracked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Whatever
Mister Victoria Secret,” he said in a low mocking tone as he did that funky
eyebrow move that Patrick had seen at least a million times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Just because you like being a pretty boy,
doesn’t mean everyone likes to play that role.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Hey,
whatever gets more hot chicks to the game,” Sharpie said as he leaned back in
his chair, putting his arms behind him to support his head like a pillow
against the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only thing he
found nerve racking was the sitting and waiting part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He actually enjoyed being in front of the
camera and enjoyed the swooning from the girls even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wasn’t always the player type, but after being
best friends with Adam Burish, the biggest player on the team for a couple
years, and seeing all the tail it got him, he couldn’t help but partake in some
of the buffet being served when you were a hot hockey playing commodity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If that meant smiling for the cameras to get
an extra piece of ass, then so be it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sure, he was just newly married, but he wasn’t faithful during the 7
years they dated, so what would make him change now, especially with his star
shining as bright as it was right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
was about to close his eyes when Ryan Kesler can strutting out of the photo
room with the grin the size of Canada on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Next
thing Sharpie heard was his name being called by an all too familiar angelic
sounding British accent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Patrick heard Tazer
choke on his water as a long legged blonde in 3 inch, black satin heels leaned
up against the door with a large, professional camera in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ryan
couldn’t believe his luck when he walked into the small room to find that he
was all alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>According to the schedule
on the door, he was the first photo-shoot appointment for the day and it seemed
that he had arrived 30 minutes before he was actually scheduled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Damn
agent always screwing up times, especially since I could have gotten an extra
hour of sleep this morning,” </i>he thought to himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ryan was walking around the set that had
already been assembled and wasn’t surprised by the cheesy backgrounds hanging
from the ceiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">At least it isn’t as bad as the ice blocks we had to stand behind for
the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region>
Olympic Hockey shoot.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
left out a loud laugh, as he thought about having to stand with a fake icicle
in his hand and stabbing the air with it as the flaming photographer kept
calling out about how sexy he looked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
only hoped today was not going to be like that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not that he wasn’t comfortable in front of
the camera, especially after the underwear shoot he was still taking a ribbing
for from his teammates and rivals, but he was definitely a hockey player and
not a model.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first couple shoots he partook
in he had found himself cracking up each time the photographer would give him
pose commands, of course he was young at that time and the last thing he
thought he would have to do was to smile for the cover of a magazine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Ah,
now this is quite the surprise,” she drew out in a sexy British accent that
made him quickly turn on his heal to search for the lips that housed that
voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead all he found was bright
lights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He quickly put his hands up in
front of eyes to block out the glaring and called out, “And I’m fairly sure you
are trying to blind me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Her
laughter rang like a bell as it bounced off the walls of the small room and he
instantly felt electricity course over his skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Glad to see my first project is already
perfectly made-up,” she purred.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ryan
finally found her silhouette standing against the back wall but as his eyes
began to adjust to the light he was once again blinded by the flash of the
camera.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With only seconds in between
each flash he had been able to piece together a tall, slender outline that
looked svelte in a form fitting skirt-suit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was fairly sure she was wearing black, but he was unable to tell
because everything looked dark but the flash of the bulbs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Open
your shirt, Mr. Kesler,” she commanded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
found it a little odd that she didn’t introduce herself before the shoot like
every other photographer had done over the years, but something in his pants
told him to just go with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He began
unbuttoning his shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Slower,”
she drew out, like she was being turned on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In fact he was pretty sure something changed in her voice, hell any man
with any experience with women could have heard the desire in her voice from a
million miles away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And like any
hot-blooded male, he was turned on by the prospect of revving her up even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Like
this?” he asked curiously as he counted 10 seconds in between each button he
undid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Perfect,”
she breathed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soon the seductive sounds
of Stateless began filling the room, but not in an over powering sense, just
enough to cover the white noise of the make-shift studio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t even dare to look up as he heard
her heels click across the cement floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He used his attuned peripheral vision to take in her perfectly silky
smooth toned calf muscles, even noting a small fire-fly tattoo on the inside of
her right ankle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was now that he was
able to see that her suit was black with thin white pin-stripes, accenting her
perfect hour-glass form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ventured a
guess that she didn’t have a shirt on under the suit-coat which made his mind
instantly melt into a pile of goo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Look
up at me,” she said almost too quiet for him to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
did as he was told, but he was slightly disappointed that her large camera
blocked out her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I love how your
hair always looks like you just got done having sex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tell me, Mr. Kesler, do you have sex often?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">On
any other given day he would have busted up laughing at the forward question,
but he could have sworn she was asking him if he would have sex with her just
in the way she spoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yes,” he heard
himself say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The word shocked him
because it wasn’t true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a married
man, he didn’t have near the amount of sex he wished he had, but he took that
aggression and put it into his game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
was going to take back his answer but was stopped when she commanded, “Take off
your shirt.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like a whipped man, he
obeyed as he felt his erection getting larger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
couldn’t believe her luck when she found that he was assigned to her and then
to find that he was the first one she would be photographing, well let’s just
say she couldn’t help but call his agent and ask him to tell Ryan to meet
earlier than his scheduled time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
wanted as much time in the world to seduce him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Some
would probably think shame on her for mixing business and pleasure, but who
could blame her if they saw how beautiful these men were; add in their sexual
drive and her own sexual drive?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, it
was a win-win situation as she saw it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Cassandra
had won award after award for her photos, mainly for how comfortable her
specimen’s looked in the portraits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of
course no one seemed to point out it was only her male portraits that received
these awards, but that’s what made her even more proud of her work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ryan
Kesler, forward of the Vancouver Canucks, an underrated player but Cassandra
was hell bent in proving to herself that he wasn’t going to be underrated as he
pounded into her on the set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was
pleasantly surprised that he was rising to the tasks she was setting out for
him, but it just proved her point that all men found a British accent sexy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
couldn’t help but gasp as he let his shirt fall to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was absolutely gorgeous, a far cry from
what he looked like during his first few seasons in the NHL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gone was the scrawny teenager, now he had
grown into a perfectly sculpted man. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
first time she had seen the billboard of him in just his gitch, she ended up
rear-ending some poor old guy in front of her in downtown <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Vancouver</st1:city></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
body was piece of art.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His chiseled pecs
and rock hard six pack made it hard for Cassandra to take a full breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The defined indents above his hip bones made
her see the bright lights one sees right before they are ready to pass over
into the other-world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“So
you like what you see?” he asked as his beautiful smile reached his eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He
must have heard my sharp intake of a breath,” </i>she cursed herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Beautiful,”
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
think it’s your turn,” he said smoothly, reaching out to tug at the corner of
her coat as she snapped another picture of his charming face, his sex tousled
hair shining in the light of the flash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Oh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yes,
I think it’s only fair,” he laughed easily, obviously becoming more comfortable
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
nodded as she kept hold of the camera with one hand so that she could snap more
pictures of his expression as she unbuttoned her suit jacket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His photogenic expressions didn’t let her
down as she slowly taunted him with the 4 large buttons that had kept her
covered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He groaned out loud as she
turned her back towards him as she shrugged out of the jacket, hanging it on
the lighting-rack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She quickly turned
her head back towards him and snapped another picture of his lust laden face,
smiling to herself as she took note of the obvious erection he was now sporting
through his black suit pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For shits
and giggles she bent down, pushing her ass up in the air as she pressed her
breasts against her knees and took a picture of him looking up from between her
legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gasped when she saw him take a
quick step towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Before
she was standing up straight once again, he had a rough, warm palm flattened on
her back, pushing her back down while he ground the length of his cock against
her ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gasped, setting her camera
safely on the floor as she knew things were about to get crazy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Once
she bent over, Ryan knew he was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her perfectly round ass with the black stretchy polyester mix hugging it
made him through any inhibitions out the non-existent window of the little
room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
bent down over top of her, pushing his restrained cock even harder against her
supple ass and reached his long arms down to thread his fingers through her
length of stick straight blonde hair, pulling her up towards me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She stood up until against the length of his
body, allowing him to roughly pull her against him, biting her neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Yes,
Ryan!” She cried out as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her perky tits and
pinching at her erect nipples that were covered with a thin layer of black lace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then reached down, pulled up her skirt and
practically blew his load when his probing fingers found she wasn’t wearing any
underwear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Naughty
girl,” he moaned heavily into her ear as she began breathing heavily while
melting back against him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m going to
make you sorry for not wearing any panties, you English slut.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Mmm,”
she moaned as his calloused fingers pumped into her dripping wet pussy, milking
her as he stroked her core.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Take
off your bra off,” he commanded her, making it obvious that he was now in
control of her, his natural leadership skills putting him in charge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
watched in anticipation as she freed her heavy breasts and nipped happily at
her ear as she raised her arms up over her head, wrapping her arms around her
neck so that his chin rested on her collarbone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">His
ground his dick once more against her ass and she responded by pushing back,
creating more friction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His finger
mastery soon had her panting his name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He plucked her g-spot as his other hand tweaked her clit, melting her
like hot butter when she hit the top of the mountain, leaving out nothing but a
whimper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He licked her juices off her
fingers as she still hung from his neck, trying to regain her composure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She tasted like a sweet peach and he couldn’t
help but let out an, “Mmm,” in satisfaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Let
me taste,” she asked sedately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ryan
obliged her as he groaned out-loud as she ran her tongue down the length of his
fingers before taking them fully into her mouth, moaning as she went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was all it took for him to quickly undo
his pants, pushing them and his boxers down to the floor, allowing him to
easily step out of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He
quickly looked around and led Cassandra over to the medieval looking couch that
was placed in the middle of the set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ryan sat down and relaxed against the back of the couch, keeping his
legs apart so that the blonde beauty could get the best access possible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before allowing her to take him, he twisted
her around, unzipping her skirt so that she was completely naked, save for her
black high-heels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ran his hands down
her smooth skin, his mouth watering as her pussy glistened in the bright
lights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was at the perfect height
for him to lean forward and draw his tongue across her pink nether lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gasped and pouted as he took just one
more lick before leaning back onto the couch again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was about to tell her to get on her knees,
but instead she surprised him by squatting between his legs so that her bum
just barely staying off the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Cassandra
was always one to use leverage to her advantage, something that kneeling never
gave her enough of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this position she
was able to bounce up and down as she took Ryan’s long, thick member into her
mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a trick she found easier
while wearing heels and it seemed the guys always found it a bigger
turn-on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ryan fell right into that
category as he reached down to hold her heavily bouncing tits, crying out
incoherent words as she blew him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With
the amount of sexy foreplay and with how hard he was in her mouth, she knew he
wasn’t going to last more than a few minutes with her oral charms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She licked him like a juicy lollipop, then
taking him as deep into her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
gagged when he lift his hips to hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t
mind, moaning in ecstasy when he did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She worked him like this until she felt couldn’t go any farther without actually
bringing him to the end, finishing sucking him off as she pulled her lips to
the tip and then off, making a loud <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">POP</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
left out a crazed giggle as she moved up over top of him, biting and sucking at
his stomach and chest, eventually capturing his lips with hers for their first
real kiss of the encounter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kiss was
filled with heat and passion, both competing for the unknown that comes about
when two lustful bodies come together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>During the kiss, Cassandra crawled up on the couch and was straddling by
the time they parted to catch a breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Before Ryan could speak, she corkscrewed her folds down over his length,
causing them to cry out in unison as they came together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ryan threw his head back as he took a hold of
her hips and guided her up and down as she rode him uninhibitedly, her tits
bouncing so heavy that they slapped against her skin when she her clit hit the
base of his cock and her ass hit his thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her walls had begun to tighten around him when he suddenly lifted her up,
pulling her off of his stick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Turn
around,” Ryan growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She
did was she was told, taking the same position she was in but modifying it so
that she was facing away from him and he was giving it to her in a what felt
like a tsunami hitting her shoreline, completely wreaking havoc on everything
he touched inside of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She yelled out
his name as he slapped her ass, leaving red welts behind and making her slam
down harder along his length.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It
became a fact that they would come together as he reached around to flick her
pleasure button.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As soon as she broke
the wave, she felt him pour deep inside of her as he let out a deep groan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Fuck,”
they breathed out together, both panting in beat to the tune by Sneaker Pimps
that was now filtering through the speakers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Well, you can line that up
as the best photo shoot I’ve ever done,” </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ryan quietly to himself as Cassandra handed him her business
card after they finished getting dressed and took a few more pictures to finish
out the shoot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“If
you ever need anymore professional shots for an ad or something, don’t hesitate
to give me a call,” she winked at him as he pulled her in for one last kiss and
a squeeze of her ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“How
about I just call you when I want to get off just from hearing your voice?” he
joked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Thanks for the memorable shoot,
Cassandra,” he whispered huskily into her ear before releasing her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He enjoyed how her name just rolled off the
tongue and was left wishing he had known it before he pounded deep into
her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smiled as he walked towards the
door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He suddenly stopped and turned
before opening it and said, “Make sure you throw Sharp off his game, he’s on
the opposite team,” he grinned before turning and walking out the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“This
is going to be one hell of a day,” Cassandra whispered to herself as she picked
up her camera and sauntered over to the open doorway, eyeing up the all too
familiar green-eyed Blackhawk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What is it with the <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Thunder Bay</st1:place></st1:city> boys with beautiful eyes? I just
can’t help myself.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-1118758954656177462011-11-09T16:53:00.001-05:002011-12-31T14:50:55.107-05:00After Hours - Patrick Kaleta<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; clear: both; color: black; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/normal Georgia; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 10px; orphans: 2; padding: 15px 0px 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't think you want to go there," I snapped as soon as I felt his hand on my waist. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"I'm not amused with your antics at the moment."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Not amused with my antics? <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Why, your eyes have definitely said otherwise," he breathed hotly into my ear, effectively sending shivers through my whole body, despite it being almost 100 degrees in the sweat laden bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The place was packed, especially since it had quickly gotten around that some of the Sabres were gracing the place with their presence after the game 3 win against the Flyers.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You must have my eyes confused with another pair," I growled before pushing myself away from him and attempting to get myself behind the bar once more. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough because now both of his hands grabbed firmly onto my waist, pulling me back against his solid body.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You're the only one in the place clad in orange and black," he laughed tightly.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I like to be different."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I think you just don't know what's good for you."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, then I'm sure it will be easy enough for you to leave me go and look around for some chick clad in blue and gold who knows more than me," I spit. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This time I was able to push his hands off of me for good and walk away, feeling his eyes bore holes into the back of me while I found myself pushing away the thoughts of how I was already feeling moisture pool in my panties.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jacey was the owner of a tiny sports bar that sat right across the street from the arena. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She bought it about 3 years ago, right after I was promoted to the big leagues.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> It quickly became a hot spot for us guys and the die-hard fans. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She had gone to college here in <st1><st1>Buffalo</st1></st1><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and decided to put her marketing degree to good use by buying a rat-skellar type bar and turning it into something lucrative.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">The reason we frequented the place was for the simple fact that Jacey had no shame in supporting her hometown team, the Flyers. It became a running joke between her and my teammates that we would get her to come over to the dark-side, but it was obviously a losing battle. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Jacey was born and bread in Philly. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She was very adamant about only rooting for her teams, even if it meant she would lose customers. <o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Many of my teammates have hit on her. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She had become like a legend in the locker room, where tall-tales were often told about how someone got with her, but everyone knew they were only tall-tales and no one, except for Derek Roy, had actually gotten past first base with her over 2 years ago. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She was a cock-block and I had it bad for her.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Come on Jacey, I need a beer," I whined while standing at the bar with Gaustad and Grier, watching her wait on every other patron in the house. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"We can go somewhere else you know!"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then fucking go!" she snarled with a smile that said she would be with us in under a minute.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I still don't understand why we put ourselves through the torture," Paul sighed as the 3 of us leaned over the bar to get a good view of her ass while she walked to the other end to give someone the mix drink she had just made. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Her Claude Giroux shir-zee clung tightly to her top-heavy tits and her Levi's were slung low on her hips, hugging them like they were enjoying every minute of touching her skin. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"We could go anywhere in the city right now and get served before we even walk in the place."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But we don't because she's fucking hot and we can't get enough of that ass," Mike groaned, fake biting his fist.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I couldn't say anything because my tongue was lying on the bar, waiting for me to roll it back up into my mouth. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Somehow I picked it back up before she finally came over to wait on us.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So what can I get you goons?" she asked playfully.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Miller Light, I'm trying to watch my figure," I snorted.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You might want to drink something that will actually pack on some weight because you are gonna need it when you go back on the ice for game 4. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I have a feeling your head is going to get pounded in."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You are lucky you are a girl," I leaned across the bar and growled.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Its soo classy of you to open the bench door for Zhe when he gets slammed against the boards," she threw back.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"He looked like he needed a seat," I chuckled along with the guys.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"And what is your excuse,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><st1><st1>Roy</st1></st1>?"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Excuse for what?" he asked, pushing himself between me and Grier.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why the hell aren't you out there playing yet?" she chirped with a sweet smile, reminding me that he had her once and could probably have her again if he played his cards right. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Jealousy boiled up inside of me.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll hopefully be back soon," he said with a wink. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Can I please have a Molson, Jace?" he asked politely.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sure," she nodded as she pulled up a pilsner glass and instantly began tapping his beer.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What the fuck?! <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Why does he get special treatment?!" I exclaimed yelled loudly, causing a few of the people around us to look over.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Because he's injured and you played like a goon tonight," she stated in a matter of fact tone as she slammed Derek's beer down on the bar.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This is bullshit," I sat back in the barstool and crossed my arms in front of me.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Dude, the pouting child thing does absolutely nothing for you," Roy toasted me with his beer before he pushed himself back out into the crowd, leaving Gaustad and Grier snickering on either side of me.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You know it's rude to stalk people, Kaleta," I called out behind me as I locked up the bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Plus, I'm sure you realize I carry a gun just in case someone like you is waiting for me to leave," I informed him while I still had my back towards him and moved my jacket back so that he could see the butt of the gun sticking out from the top of my jeans. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"I don't miss."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I left out a woosh of air when he pushed me roughly against the glass door, face planting me into it. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"I don't miss with my gun either," he growled heavily into my ear, sending the shivers through my body again. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I've pushed him away from me since day one, despite my hormones incessantly screaming every time he was near. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I knew he wanted me; it wasn't hard to figure out when he wore his heart on his sleeve. <o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What do you want, Kaleta? <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>You know I don't go past enemy lines."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Oh, but I have a feeling you do…" he said lustfully as I felt his big hand snake around me and cup my breast.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What do you think you have that the others don't?" I asked through me teeth, biting back a moan when his other hand snaked down between my legs and ground at my cleft.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm bigger than<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><st1><st1>Roy</st1></st1>," was all he said.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"How would I know that?"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I know you've let him fuck you," he said in a voice that dripped of jealousy.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"So what if I did?"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Then you play a dirty card," he growled, his playoff scruff chafing the skin of my neck. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I sucked in a breath as his hand left between my legs and slid up to the waistband of my jeans. In a blink of an eye he was shoving his cold hand down into my pants and dipping his fingers into my heat.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Fuuuuck," I cried out from the mixture of cold and heat that was happening in my jeans.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Open the door," Patrick commanded, his calloused finger flicking my clit.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Somehow I was able to get the key into the lock and turned it. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He pulled his hand out of my pants and pulled me backwards to allow room for the door to swing open towards us. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>As soon as we were back inside the warm, alcohol stenched bar, he slammed the door behind him and set the dead-bolt, the sound of it echoing into the room.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I attempted to slow my breathing, but I had no chance before he stripped my coat off of me and pushed me into the room. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I almost tripped and fell on my face, but his strong hands grabbed at my waist and spun me around to face him. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The look in his eyes was a mixture of danger and lust. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I almost left out a moan.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">My cold hand down her pants reminded me how fire and ice this could all turn out to be. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I carefully pulled her Glock 9MM from her pants, unloaded it and laid it gently on the corner of the bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She was laughing lightly until I reached down and ripped her shirt up over her head. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"First thing is first," I growled while depositing her shirt onto the dirty ground. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Trash belongs on the floor." <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This remark garnered a sexy scowl from her. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Her hair was falling out of its holder, allowing errant pieces to touch her neck and shoulders. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She stood defiantly with her arms at her sides, despite being in just her bra and jeans. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Her body was tight and I couldn't help but unleash an evil laugh while reaching out to pull her to me. I was hungry to taste her lips. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Roughly, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I was slightly surprised by the fact that she didn't resist, instead her arms wrapped around my neck. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Easily she pulled off my toque and threaded her fingers in my hair, holding me closer to her.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">She tasted like a wildfire in the heat of the summer, spreading the scalding temperatures through my blood stream as we battled for domination. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>When attempting to gain entrance to her mouth, she bit my lip and sucked hard on it. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I left out a surprised yelp when her one hand slid down between us and grabbed firmly onto my throbbing cock, like she was checking out what she would be getting.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Is it big enough for you?" I asked in a growl before pulling back and quickly unbuttoning my dress pants to shove her hand down my boxers.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't care how big it is, I just want to know if you can actually use it," she hissed before kissing me again, this time she allowed me to probe her mouth with my tongue. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She began stroking my length, somehow making me harder than I was before. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I moaned. Running a finger and knuckle up and down my cock, squeezing firmly for some added pleasure, soon had me fucking her hand. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>All the while we were still locked together by the lips. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>A couple more strokes and I couldn't take it anymore. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I pushed her away from me and pushed her down onto her knees. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She twisted out of my grip and held up a finger for me to wait. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I held my breath in anticipation as I watched her loosen my tie, pull it up over my head and then place it around her own neck. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands up and down my chest a few times before I grabbed the tie and pulled her to me for one more kiss.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Since you're so good at hurling insults with that mouth, let's see how dirty you can really be with it," I said in a low tone, coaxing her down to her knees once again. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This time she followed my lead and clawed my pants down to my ankles, allowing my dick to pop out at a tension.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">She took it into her hand, leaned over it and spit on it, working the moisture in with her hand. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I almost lost it when she looked up at me with her large chocolate brown eyes. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I had seen that look in my fantasy dreams more than once and I couldn't believe that it was finally be real this time. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I left out a low moan when her lips pressed down onto the head of my cock and then down over the shaft. Lacing my fingers through her thick, light brown hair, I coaxed her to completely take me. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I pulled her hair taught when I felt the tip hit the back of her throat before she pulled back and did it again. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Soon she was screwing me with her mouth and hand, purring as she worked.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">In a few minutes I was seeing stars while fucking her mouth. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Being the intent lover I knew she'd be; she was aware that I was standing on the edge. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Soon I felt her hand cup my balls and give them a gentle tug, causing me to let loose in her mouth. Surprisingly she never gagged as my jizz hit the back of her throat with some force. Instead, she drank it down and was licking her lips when I helped her up off the floor.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wanted to hate him, I was so annoyed with how he treated my team on the ice and how cocky he was off the ice, but he had me so turned on with his actions that I couldn't help but fall for his whims.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Even though I would be hard pressed to admit it, Patrick was always a favorite of mine. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was right; he constantly caught my eye when he was at the bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I loved his rough-neck attitude and his chisled facial features. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was also right that I had been with<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><st1><st1>Roy</st1></st1>. That had been 2 years ago.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 8 years at the time and he caught me in a soft spot. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He had been an awesome lover, but I liked my men with more muscle, someone that could dominate me and make me feel safe in his arms. Getting involved with Kaleta like this was probably playing with fire because I did have more feelings for him than I left on, but it was only going to make the action between us that much better.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I squeaked when he picked me up and placed me up on the bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Leaning back on the palms of my hands, I swung my feet back and forth, waiting for his next move.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You expecting to get service?" I joked with my usual attitude.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">He left out a laugh before working at my jeans. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Obviously I'm just going to have to take that service thing in my own hands since you insist on ignoring me when I'm standing at the bar anyway," he smiled playfully before he pulled off my jeans.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I laughed at his remark. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was right, I played him, but he was too easy and obviously kept coming back for more. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>My laughter stopped when he threw my legs up onto his shoulders and pushed his face between my legs. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His playoff beard chafing between my legs was reminder that he was still in the midst of a war, like he was a warrior just taking a break between battles. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Once he pulled me to the edge of the bar, I leaned back onto my elbows and allowed myself to relax to enjoy his devious project.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Fuck Kaleta! <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Is that all the better you can do?!" I chirped. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was in the middle of lightly tracing my clit with his tongue. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Despite sending shivers through my body, I wanted more and I knew chirping him would get me that and more.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">He pulled back, looked up at me, the dim night-light illuminated my juices that were already all over his mouth and chin. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He snickered and shook his head, "You're going to be sorry woman."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">A moment later he was back between my legs and I suddenly found myself holding tightly onto the edge of the bar, sucking in a breath each time he sucked hard on my clit. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Fuuuccckkkk," was all I could say this time. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>A few moments after that, I was rocking against his face as I came hard. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Before I could even catch my breath he was jamming his fingers into me while sucking on my hardened nipples. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Thank God he had his other arm around me, because I am 100% sure I would have convulsed onto the floor when I hit the next plateau he served me.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">She had me for the fool I was. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She knew exactly what to say to me to get her way and I fell for it every time, willingly. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>When she came the second time, I was already hard and ready to be deep inside of her.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Roughly, I pulled her off the bar and carried her over to one of the tables in the back of the bar. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>A loud crashing sound echoed in the empty room when I cleared the chairs off the table and onto the floor. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She was cursing me about breaking her furniture, but I wanted her mad, it made me believe she was going to be an even better fuck if she was angry.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Break my fucking chairs Kaleta, and I'll be hoping Richie breaks your fucking head when he slams you into the boards next game," she snapped.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll buy you new fucking chairs," I growled back. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Along with a whole new bar with a better color scheme…"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Fuck your blue and gold."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Ah, but you want me and that makes you a turn-coat, Jacey," I smiled.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"You wish…" she began right as I slammed my thick length into her, not giving her warm cunt time to stretch because I had my mind made up that I wanted her to feel all of me all at once. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She finished her sentence with, "Oh fuck yea, Patrick."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Keeping myself in between her warm folds, I leaned down, pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She bit my lip and drew some blood, but it only made me kiss her harder before I pushed her backwards again so that she was laid out on the table below me. Grabbing onto her large, beautiful tits, I began pounding mercilessly into her. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>With every hit she was crying out with a sob that could have mistakenly been taken that she was in pain. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>However, the wicked smile on her face told me she was loving every minute of the sexual abuse. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>"Christ, Kaleta…" she breathed out, "Didn't you hit hard enough out on the ice tonight?"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'm trying to fuck the Philly filth out of ya," I chirped.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Never," she said through her teeth.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's alright, you'll always know you've had the best of<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><st1><st1>Buffalo</st1></st1>, baby."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">She tried to glare at me, but when I hit her g-spot, causing her to cry, "Fuck! Kaleta!"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before she could come and pull me over the edge with her, I pulled out and flipped her around so that her ass was towards me and she was on her hands and knees on the table. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I couldn't help but bring a heavy hand down on her ass cheek, creating a nice reverberating sound in the room. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>She turned her head to look at me and I just laughed manically.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I couldn't even think. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was good, too good. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I knew I was going to find walking to be a challenge by tomorrow morning. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was using every beautiful muscle in his body to make me cry out his name. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>There was no way I could deny him.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">His kid smile. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His playful chirping. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was the whole package of an agitator who used it to his advantage on and off the ice. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Tonight I was his opponent and I was at his mercy.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I collapsed into a pile of goo on the table when I felt his length press back into from behind. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The feeling of his long, thick cock was never ending pleasure, couple in his large fingers reaching around to toy with my clit, I was sure to see the bright lights.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Fuck, Jace. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I'm going to come in your tight little pussy…"<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Stake your claim Kaleta," I whined, already hitting the top with his last powerful thrust. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His name came out of my mouth like I was an opera singer because as soon as my orgasm ripped through me, he pinched both of my nipples and added just another level to the whole painful, pleasure experience.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">He too cried out my name and muffled some of his yell while biting my back. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Not only will I be walking funny, but now I'll have bruises from him too.</i><o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">When we both gained our composure, he helped me off the table and pulled me against him, lightly biting my neck this time.<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"This won't get you your drinks any quicker, ya know."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll just make sure I come back after-hours more often. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I hear the owner enjoys serving the enemy on a one-to-one basis."<o></o></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>HockeyFireChickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091285029672917458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324672359094415093.post-7543995676059131812011-11-08T15:27:00.002-05:002011-12-31T14:51:15.115-05:00Help Me Remember - Mike Richards One-Shot<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">I know that
you're leavin'<br />
As soon as the sun<br />
Comes through the window<br />
There's no talking this over<br />
The damage is done<br />
There's just too much hurt<br />
Too much to forgive<br />
Oh, but we both know<br />
We weren’t always like this<br />
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Help me remember<br />
The way that we used to be<br />
When nothin' else mattered<br />
"cause you were lovin' me<br />
Just for the night, one last time<br />
One more good memory<br />
When I look back<br />
That's what I wanna see<br />
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Oh, help me remember<br />
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Those days that were so good<br />
Those nights that we held<br />
Held on forever<br />
When we weren't pretenders<br />
We were as real as we felt<br />
Oh, I don't want to fight anymore<br />
Don't want the last thing I hear tonight<br />
To be a slammin' door<br />
Baby, let it be like before<br />
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This could be the last time<br />
I look in your eyes<br />
-- <b>Rascal Flatts</b></span><b><span style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She walked into the house and slammed the door behind
her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I flinched as the sound
reverberated throughout the empty building that used to be a home for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So much had changed since the first time I carried her
through that door, with her legs wrapped around my waist, kissing passionately
and barely making it to the dining room table where I ripped her shirt to
shreds and laid kisses over her lace covered breasts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We couldn’t get enough of each other that first year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll never forget coming home from an away
trip and practically racing home so that I could get upstairs to our bedroom
and make love to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smell of her
was everywhere throughout the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Whether it was her shower gel in the bathroom, or the fragrance of
freshly baked chocolate chip cookies; it always made me smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Things between us had been magical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We met at a charity event.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was working with the Children’s Hospital
in Philly and had been one of the coordinators for the event.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had an open skate with several of the children
who were healthy enough to be out of the confines of the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darcy was the one who introduced me to the
two kids I would have skating on either side of me for the hour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She was petite, with long, stick straight blonde hair and
bright blue eyes that shined like diamonds in the ocean when she smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our eyes connected when she introduced
herself to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I had to have her
when her hand touched mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As much as I
enjoyed skating with the kids, the event couldn’t be over fast enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now, I was just willing time to slow down to a caterpillar
crawl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tomorrow morning was going to be
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The bomb was dropped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was moving to LA and wanted me to come along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course the decision was on me, but I felt
the pressure with every look he gave me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our relationship had been a whirlwind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The soft spoken captain had swept me off my
feet, but I had decided that I was not meant to be his Cinderella.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a career that I had worked too hard to
just give up and move on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, there
were hospitals like CHOP, out in LA, but my heart was carved in Philly and it
was where I was meant to stay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My family
was here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My life was here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart was going to LA, but with everything
else in this world, you move on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My friends said I was crazy for telling him no.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“But you won’t need a job…” my best friend Katy exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You two are perfect together; he’s your soul mate,” my
older, over dramatic sister, Tessa cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But they were wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I needed my job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was my job
that made me the person I had become today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I refused to be degraded to just a hockey wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He was not my soul mate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He was just someone who reminded me why I was never going to get
married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew from a young age that I
would be a single woman until the day I died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was never one for long term commitment and neither was he.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just like the majority of his teammates, he
couldn’t keep it in his pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, I
knew that I was the one who meant something to him, but each time it was
degrading, despite the sorrowful declarations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some might say I was the one playing with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, he knew from day one that I was not
going to be the one to take the plunge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I warned him not to fall in love with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He never listened and it seems my heart never
got the memo either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Philly’s party boys are moving on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My heart broke into a million pieces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fairy tale was over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was never going to have it all, but
tonight, we were going to make sure we crammed forever into the next several
hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“How was your day?” I asked her quietly as she moved into
the kitchen, laying a fresh load of Italian bread and a bottle of wine on the
counter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had promised myself that I
would act like nothing was going to be different tomorrow; that I was getting
on the plane and would be returning after another long road trip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She leaned stiffly into me, kissed me cooly on the cheek and
immediately pulled away like I had some sort of disease. “We
just received a new grant to re-do the family wing of the hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some anonymous donor…” she faded off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I dared to look, I found her eyes
curiously staring at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh, that was nice,” I mumbled, quickly looking away from
her suddenly feeling the need to stir the pasta that I had already begun
preparing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I froze when I felt her small hand wrap firmly around my
bicep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was a strong, muscular man, but
this fragile woman could stop me in my tracks every time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The monetary donation was the least I could do after the
last several weeks of hell I had put her through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all my incessant begging and
selfishness, it seemed to be the right thing to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt like it was a truce, a gift to say, “I
will support you in your decision.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
had ruined our last few weeks together by arguing constantly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also ruined it by not always being
faithful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had changed my ways, but it
had already taken its toll and rightfully so, she was never able to fully trust
me enough to tell me she loved me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Slamming doors, loud arguments, tears, and silent treatments had become
the sounds that filled the home as soon as I asked her to move to LA with
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tonight was going to be the end of
that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We needed to go back to the beginning;
we needed to have a good memory to part on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Thank you Mike,” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I turned to her and looked into her bright blue eyes I had
been captivated by over a year ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
wanted to say that I loved her and beg for the millionth time for her to come
with me, but instead I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked searchingly into my eyes
and parted her lips right before I crashed mine onto them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her lips were as familiar as the feel of your favorite
childhood blanket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They molded to mine
and predicted every movement, orchestrating the kiss to progress into something
deeper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I heard her shut off the stove
before I picked her up into my arms and carried her up to the bedroom that
would be ours for one last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
early evening sun still poured through the blinds, casting romantic shadows
over the bed when I laid her on it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That familiar burn instantly came back as I crawled
backwards towards the center of the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The hungry look in his eye made me shiver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That look hadn’t been there for some time;
life had gotten in the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I bit back a groan when he crossed his arms in front of him
while reaching for the bottom hem of his dark grey, form-fitting t-shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he pulled it up over his head, his arms
were flexing, showing the strength I had become accustomed to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His abdomen was taught and I fought back the
urge to just reach out and run my fingertips over the indentations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was all man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was no pansy-ass paper pusher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His body was a machine that was built to do
work on the ice and throw iron hits on anyone that dared to come close.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though, tonight, his body was made for loving
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">His jeans rested right on his hips, his boxers hugging about
an inch above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I rested back onto my
elbows and watched the show.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His hair
was at my favorite length, the thick curls just coming into prominence,
accentuated by a little gel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always
had a roguish look about him, today that was highlighted by the fact that he
hadn’t shaved in a couple days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was
exactly how I would remember him when I looked back to this night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Darcy, you’re licking your lips,” he smiled coyly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I’m hungry,” I said in low tones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He threw his head back and laughed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>God, I’ve missed that laugh the last few
weeks.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had both been hurting. No
one wanted to remember that this affected both of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I squeaked in surprise when his large hands wrapped around
my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed towards him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My pencil skirt shimmied up my thighs,
exposing the fact that I was barely wearing enough material to be considered
underwear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He bent my legs so that my feet
rested on the bed and I was spread-eagle for him, leaving me in the vulnerable
position he so enjoyed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He made a low noise before reaching out with a hand and
cupping my already wet sex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I jumped,
despite already knowing what he was going to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did it every time, like it was his calling
card in bed and every time it began with me letting out a long moan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His thumb gently rubbed circles over my clit,
as if he tuning me up to put me in the right frame of mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I was already there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My breaths shortened and he pushed two large
fingers into my core.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I gasped when he
began pumping them in and out of me and soon I was crying out and fisting my
hands into the comforter as I allowed the orgasm to roll over me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I opened my eyes to look at him, I couldn’t help but
smile, knowing it was only the first of many for the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He smiled back and unbuttoned his jeans,
allowing them to just fall to the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was obvious he too was ready for a long night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She was like a Stradivarius Violin; handcrafted and tuned to
perfection with my hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her voice was
music to my ears when she came at the work of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I reached down and grabbed her wrists,
pulling her up, off the bed and pulled her against me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sighed and pulled herself into me, holding
tightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her scent brought a haze to my head;
I was going to miss this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her hands slid
down my back before coming to rest on my ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She squeezed firmly and began laying kisses on my chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hissed when she bit one of my nipples, but
she knew I loved it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After kissing every
inch of my torso, she stretched back up and silently begged me to kiss her on
the lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The kiss was demanding, easily deepening with every stroke
of the tongue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hands were woven into
her hair and her nails were dragging lazily up and down my back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The urgency to be slow was there, but our
bodies were pushing forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just like I
had done the first time we made love, I ripped the thin material of her shirt
and threw it onto the floor with my jeans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was not about to part from her lips at the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With an easy flick of the fingers, her bra
was next and with a shake of the hips, she was completely naked against me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was to the point that I wanted to pick her up and throw
her on the bed, but she got out from my grip and suddenly dropped to her
knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No way was I in the right mind to
argue with what she was promising to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Slowly, she rolled down my boxers, by sliding her long,
perfectly manicured fingers underneath the waistband and pulling it slowly over
my aching length.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hungry smile that
crossed her lips when it stood freely at a tension, made me groan in
anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Threading my fingers into her hair, I pulled her towards the
prize she had uncovered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She laughed
lightly, wrapped her hand around my dick and firmly ran it up and down a few
times before taking it into her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She immediately moaned, almost sending me through the roof.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darcy never had a problem with blowing me, in
fact she made it known several times it was her favorite thing to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>No guy could argue with that when she was
as good as her.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a few times of
slowly taking in the full length of me, she pulled back, spit on my dick for
extra lubricant and set a pace with her mouth and hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Up and down her head moved as her hand
spiraled around my thick length.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
noises of our enjoyment echoed in the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Within a short-time I was crying out my warning, despite knowing she
would take every drop in her pretty mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Before she got up off the floor, she smacked her lips and winked at me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I helped her up and playfully threw her onto
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was definitely going to miss sucking him off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had always tasted so good and I never got
tired of hearing him groan and grunt when made him feel good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A squeak escaped my mouth when he pounced me onto the
bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always had fun in the bedroom;
there was never a dull moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even
tonight, with the pending morning light goodbye, we still laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Don’t ever grow up,” I giggled in between kisses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His warm body was straddled over top of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Don’t ever stop smiling,” he growled into my ear, making me
screech from the feeling of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried
pushing him off of me, but he wouldn’t budge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Try all you want Darcy, but I don’t plan being farther than a few
inches from you at a time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I bit my lip and suddenly found myself mentally yelling at
the tears that were threatening to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This was quickly becoming more emotional than I ever thought it would
be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mike must have noted this though
because he began lightly tickling me and soon had his head buried between my
thighs, giving my mind something else to focus on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He was a master with his tongue and he knew it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I threw my head back onto the bed and sucked
in a breath as he twirled a circular pattern around my already sensitive
pleasure button.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hands buried into
his hair, but no guiding was necessary for this veteran.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Long laps alternating with gentle sucking,
and I was calling out his name in a matter of moments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the second orgasm, I was pulling myself
away from him, afraid I would lose consciousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Honestly Mike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
can’t take anymore…” I panted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You’re no fun, baby,” he chuckled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Your screams never told me that you wanted
me to stop,” he continued, my favorite lisp seeming even more noticeable with
his swollen lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I reached up and grabbed onto his arms, pulling him down on
top of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I want you inside of me,
Richards,” I begged into his ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
want you to remind me of all the good times we’ve had together over this past
year and everything I’ll be missing.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At
that I gently bit him on the neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He effortlessly picked me up and switched positions so that
he was lying on the bed and I was straddled on top of him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I braced myself on his chest before screwing
myself down over his dick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stared
silently at each other as my muscles stretched for him for one of the last
times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I loved her on top of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>My hands would always cradle her c-cup orbs as she bounced up and
down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her long, blonde hair was almost
always a mess at this point, giving her my favorite just woke-up look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We mumbled incoherent words when I bottomed
out inside of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This act had everything to do with us and nothing to do with
all the other things that had happened in the last year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was all about the pleasure and nothing to
do with the pain we had experienced before and the pain we were probably going
to endure once the sun came up tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Every time she moved down, I thrust up and soon she was
coming once again, crying out my name loudly, as if it was meant to be a
reminder to herself that it would be the last time she would be doing so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t think about how much I didn’t want
this to end, because she felt too good to think about reality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her muscles began to tighten and if I wasn’t
careful, we were going to come too soon. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly pulled her off of me and flipped
back down onto the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She crawled into the middle of the bed once again, giving me
the familiar look of, <i>“You know what I want.”</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t say know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I positioned myself between her legs and put
them on my shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before entering
her, I kissed her toes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She squeaked in
delight when I leaned down overtop of her, bringing her knees flat against her
chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I entered her again, her
fingers dug deep into my back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would
have a reminder of that for the next couple days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darcy was flexible and in this position she
said it was a guarantee to hit her g-spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was also a guarantee that she would begin the string of profanity laced
cries, designed to make me go hard and fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Mike, fuck me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hate
fuck me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want you to remind me what
I’ll be missing by not coming out to LA with you,” she growled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You will fucking miss me,” I clenched my jaw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No one else will make you feel the way I do,
Darcy.” I continued, practically spitting into her ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You fucking love me, but you just won’t
admit it because I ruined it by being with a few others,” I spouted honestly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well, now you don’t have to worry about me anymore,” she
cried as I pounded deeply into her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You
will have more than enough girls in your bed to help you forget about me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And every time they cry out my name, I’ll still be wishing
it was you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was soft on my part to
say that, but I could only speak the truth at this moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fuck Darcy, don’t leave me in the morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“And you call me selfish, Richards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You have your dream, let me have mine,” she
spouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“You got yours when I fucked you for the first time,” I
whispered as she began to come hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
shivered and left out a whimper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You
love me Darcy,” I pushed, barely able to finish the sentence as my bright
lights of my own orgasm began to overtake me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Mike!” she cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Say it, girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I love you!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He got me to say the words I had swore I’d never say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact he got me to yell them several more
times throughout the night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sighed as
I thought about all the anger, love and sweat that consumed the dark
hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His arm wrapped possessively
around my waist as we lay spooned together in the middle of the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I reluctantly opened my eyes to find that the
sunshine was beginning to enter the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today was the day everything would change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last night was the night I would always remember.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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