In addition to the mega-TV, they had a pool table and an air hockey table. Phil had a music corner for his two guitars and his retro Orange amp. Because of this sweet set-up, everyone came to Phil’s to hang out.
Phil was a pretty relaxed host, which was nice. His mom was scary though, and when I was younger I spent a lot of time worrying that she was going to yell at me. Having a giant German woman get mad at you was unnerving, although Phil never seemed to mind.
One lucky thing was that the stairs squeaked, so you actually had time to look around and see if you had forgotten to use a coaster or left crumbs on the couch before Greta entered the room. Once I had commented to Phil on how lucky he was that the stairs squeaked. He laughed and told me that he had gone to the sub-basement and fixed them to do that. Guess that was why he was going into engineering next year: better living through science. It did make me wonder what else Phil did in the basement that needed an early warning system, but I didn’t ask about that.
When I got finally to Phil’s, I was surprised that none of his buds were there watching the game.
“Where is everyone?”
“Homework,” Phil said, his eyes on the TV.
The score was 2-0 in favour of Chicago when I got there, and it was still the second period. Phil told me that it had been a penalty-filled game so far, and that’s why it was going on so long. Just after I got there, the Canucks scored their first goal. Then, they shifted into a smarter game, stopped taking penalties, and Chicago lacked the finish to put the game away. The Canucks tied up the game in the middle of the third, and then as part of a seemingly fateful comeback, scored in the OT. A very satisfying finish, and I felt really happy.
“The Blackhawks aren’t very good,” I commented, pulling on my hoody and looking for my shoes.
“Wait,” said Phil.
“It’s late, I’ve got to get going.”
“You’ve got spare in first block tomorrow,” he pointed out, which I had forgotten. We both had spare. He continued, “I’ve been thinking about your problem—with electricity.”
“It’s not really a problem; it’s actually kind of nice.” An understatement, as it was the energy fuelling the time I spent with Nicklas.
“Well, I think it is a problem. It used to be that you couldn’t stand Ericcson. Remember that game in Sechelt when the three of us were on the same line? Afterwards you said he was the biggest asshole ever and he wouldn’t know a pass if it up and bit his butt. You never liked playing on a line with him.”
Phil had an inconveniently good memory.
“He’s different now. He plays rep, and he’s better,” I lied. I hadn’t had a chance to watch Nicklas play yet, but he had to be better if he was on the triple-A team. “Plus, now I don’t have to play hockey with him.”
“All I’m saying is that if you feel something with a guy you don’t like, imagine how good it would be with a guy you did like.”
Phil had obviously spent a lot of time building up his case, and I could see where this was going.
“Like you, I suppose.”
He held his hands up in a “why not” motion.
I snorted loudly. “Give it up, Phil. I have a boyfriend, and I’m not about to test your theories.”
“Scared I might be right?” Then he made a chicken noise!
“I’m not afraid. What’s it going to take to shut you up?”
“A kiss.”
“Forget it.”
“Just one kiss, Kelly. If you don’t feel any of your electricity, then fine, I will drop this and not bug you about Nicklas any more.”
I considered this. It would be pretty sweet to have Phil get back to normal. Plus it would totally disprove his theory; I knew that what Nicklas and I had was special. And I had kissed Phil before and it wasn’t the same at all.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Phil sounded surprised that I had agreed.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but he leaned back. “You have to relax a little first,” he said.
“What? We haven’t got all night here.” I figured he was stalling.
“Then turn around, and take a deep breath.”
I did and then I felt his hands on my shoulders. He started massaging them, and digging his thumbs into my traps, where I got tight when I was stressed. It felt really good. I rolled my head back. Phil’s hands were nice and strong, and they kind of melted my tension away. No electricity though, I was so going to win this bet. I leaned back into his hands, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. Then he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck.
Wow! Not electricity, this was fireworks in my new black thong. I yelped. Phil turned my shoulders around, and kissed me on the mouth. His lips were hot and open and firm. I kissed him back, and things started melting inside me, not electricity but more like a volcano of hot liquid lava. Shit! Phil was right, but I didn’t have time to think about that now. We fell onto the giant couch, with me lying on top of him. His arms were holding me close, and now he was kissing all over my face and neck. I could feel his whole body under me: his strong chest, his flat stomach, and his firm thighs. And apparently the TV’s weren’t the only things that were huge at the Davidson’s house.
I was totally intertwined with Phil when we heard the stairs squeak. We both sat up and reverted to opposite ends of the couch, straightening out our clothes and smoothing our hair. For good measure, Phil stuck the chip bowl between us, and by the time Greta entered the room, it looked like any normal night with two old buddies.
She gave me a narrow look. “It is late, Kelly. Should you not be at home by now? The game is over, I think, yes?”
I nodded mutely and started to slip my jacket on.
“Phillip, no food on the couch.”
He smiled slightly, ate a couple of chips and then slowly put the bowl back on the table. I noticed that he had a pillow on his lap. That seemed like overkill since the sound of Greta’s voice was like a cold shower. I put on my shoes, escaped out the sliding doors, and ran all the way home.
I went right to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Phil was right: we had incredible chemistry. Or maybe I was turning into some kind of nympho? I had been out of control with Phil! If his mom hadn’t come down, I had no idea how far we would have gone. I was turning into the kind of person who wanted to have sex on the first date! Of course it wasn’t a date, and it wasn’t a first date since we had known each other forever, but not really in a sexual way. Crap, I wasn’t even making sense to myself.
Plus, hello! I had a boyfriend. Although when I started kissing Phil, I completely forgot everything else. If Nicklas had interrupted Phil and me, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t even have remembered his name. But now I was feeling totally guilty. Nicklas was a sweet guy, and he was my boyfriend. A boyfriend I was totally into, right? I knew that I shouldn’t have kissed Phil—that was dumb—but he dared me, and I fell for it. Now I was a cheater, and that felt terrible. I was a horrible person.
When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Phil. He was already so familiar to me. I knew the way his brown hair curled around his neck and ears when it got too long, I knew the long sinewy muscles of his arms and back, and even the little scars on his leg and shoulder from long ago accidents. And I knew all the expressions of his face: that scornful look when someone was bugging him, the way his hazel eyes clouded over when he was getting emotional about something, the way his lips curled before he was going to make a joke. I had never thought about how attractive he was before. I mean Phil was tall, like 6’2”, and he had this lean muscular look: broad shoulders from swimming, slim hips, big hockey thighs, and an amazing six-pack. He was cute too. All the girls at school agreed: he had been voted best looking for the yearbook.
And wow, Phil was such a good kisser. I knew he was experienced, but his lips were magical. And his hands—wherever they touched me, they sparked something inside me, like this achy emptiness that needed to be filled. This was a whole new side of Phil that I had never seen before, talents I
never knew he had. Man, I was getting hot just thinking about him. I had hung out with Phil for so long, and it was like I hardly knew him.
What was I going to do? I had no idea. I was so wired I couldn’t sleep for ages.
15
The Other Man
Phil
Even after getting cockblocked by my own mother, I felt happy. Finally, things were coming together for Kelly and me.
When Kelly started dating Nicklas Ericcson, I figured it would take her about a week to realize what a dick he was and turf him. But either he had reformed or—more likely—he had her conned, because they kept on going out.
So, I decided to take things into my own hands. It was only Kelly’s innocence that made her think he was so special. She never had any experience with guys before. If she wanted electricity, I could generate enough to light up the whole North Shore.
Making out with Kelly had been fucking incredible. She was even hotter and more into it than I could have imagined. In fact, it seemed like once we got started, she couldn’t stop. I knew we would be great together, and now that Kelly got that too we would finally go out. I could hardly wait to see her again.
I caught her before English the next morning. I had been hanging around in the hall waiting for her to show, and she tore in two minutes before class was going to start. She stopped up when she saw me, with a guilty expression.
“Hey, Phil,” she said softly.
“Kelly.” I got right to it. “So tell me, was there enough electricity for you last night?”
“Not electricity,” she said.
“No?” I asked, not believing her. You could tell by her face that she was pretty emotional.
“More like… lava, hot lava. It was different.”
“Different being better, right?”
“Well—” she paused, and a voice interrupted us.
“Ms. Tanaka, Mr. Davidson? Will you be joining us for class today?” It was Mr. Fox, our English teacher.
“Yeah, we’re coming,” I said. Kelly was blushing as if he knew what we were talking about. As we entered the classroom, I whispered in her ear, “We need to finish talking. Meet me at the caf door at lunch.” She nodded.
At noon, we left school property and walked out to a picnic table in Myrtle Park to talk undisturbed. Kelly pulled her lunch out of her knapsack, and I had bought some fries and a hamburger in the cafeteria.
“So last night was awesome, right?”
She nodded, but didn’t look up at me. Her hair fell around her face so I couldn’t read her expression. I moved closer and pushed her hair back. She looked up at me, her eyes wide.
“Phil, I’m still going out with Nicklas. Aren’t you going out with Anika?”
“Nope, we split.” About five seconds after I found out you were into dating, Kelly.
“I know that last night was—” She shook her head and didn’t finish the sentence. “But it’s all pretty confusing. Nicklas is a nice guy. It doesn’t feel right to dump him just because you came along.”
“I was actually here first. You were supposed to go out with me.”
“I know you think I owe you, but it’s not like you were waiting around for me. You’ve gone out with a lot of girls.”
“But you’re different, Kelly.”
“Yeah, I am different. I’m a cheater and a bad person.” She looked really upset, so I tried to put my arm around her. She shook me off. “Don’t, Phil. Please.”
It was so frustrating to be so close and not be able to break through to Kelly. “People break up all the time, it’s not a big deal.”
“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
“Please. We’re good together.” How could I convince her? “What we have is really special. I’ve never felt this way with any other girl before, ever.”
She looked up at me, wondering. Her face was so expressive, and I could see the conflict in her. “What we have is kind of scary,” she said. “It’s like falling into a big pit. I don’t feel like I have any control over myself when I’m with you.”
This was the best news I’d had in a while. I wanted her so bad, and she wanted me too. I pushed her a bit. “That’s what a real relationship should feel like. You can use my cell if you want to call Nicklas and give him the bad news. The sooner the better.”
Kelly’s brown eyes flashed. “You’re not the boss of me. I won’t dump Nicklas just to please you. Maybe I don’t want to be your flavour of the month.”
Shit, I had pressed her too hard. Kelly could be scarily stubborn, especially if she thought she was doing the right thing. And she was loyal to a fault.
I tried to backpedal. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to keep repeating that we’re different, but will you think about it? Please, Kel.”
Kelly started packing up her lunch. She stood up and spoke gently. “I’m so sorry, Phil. It’s all pretty confusing to me, and I really don’t know what the right thing to do is. But I do know that last night should not have happened, and I’m going to pretend it didn’t.”
“C’mon, last night was huge. You can’t pretend it away.”
“I can try,” Kelly said. She left, and I was alone. I hoped eventually she would be back, but how long would it take? I groaned out loud. We had been so close, and now—nada.
16
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
I felt terribly guilty. I was a cheater and a lousy girlfriend, and I wondered if I should break up with Nicklas. Not for Phil, but because Nicklas deserved better. Still, it seemed wrong to hurt him because I was an idiot. Maybe I could make things up to him by being nicer and not doing any more stupid things. I would forget everything that happened with Phil, and then Nicklas and I could go on like before.
But it wasn’t that easy to forget. Phil kept haunting my thoughts at the worst times, like when I was with Nicklas. And as I lay in bed at night, I remembered everything: making out with Phil on the couch, how great his body felt against mine, and his amazing kisses. Then I would mentally kick myself. Bad Kelly.
April wasn’t any help. I threw up a trial balloon as we walked home from school.
“I’m thinking about breaking up with Nicklas.”
“What? What did he do?” Her imagination cranked into high gear. “Did he cheat on you? Sit on your cat? Throw up on you at a party?”
“No, no, and euw. He didn’t do anything. I just thought, you know, maybe it was time.” I wasn’t going to tell her that I was the cheater.
“So, you want to leave the normal life and return to boy-hating?”
“I never hated boys! Just because I wasn’t dating? Who hangs out with guys more than me?”
April did a dramatic eye-roll in answer to that. But now that I played hockey with girls, I actually didn’t hang out with guys so much.
“You’re crazy, Kelly. It’s your first relationship, so you don’t get that these things have ups and downs. You guys are perfect. You both love hockey, and you look great together. And don’t forget the electricity.”
Easy for her to say, since she didn’t know about the lava.
Phil had backed off, but I couldn’t trust myself to be alone with him anymore. In class, I caught him looking at me with half-closed eyes, and those looks alone made me feel hot inside. But now we were in limbo: we couldn’t be friends and we couldn’t be in a relationship, and so we were nothing.
Besides, April was right: Nicklas was a really nice boyfriend. And we still had electricity. After a party at his friend Matt’s in West Van, we were in our usual spot: the back seat of the Volvo. We had both taken off our clothes on top and our jeans were unzipped. We were making out skin-to-skin, which felt so good. Nicklas suddenly stopped and reached for his jacket.
“I have something for you.”
“Really, what is it?”
He handed me a little package. “It’s a present. We’ve been going out two months now.” Wow, he kept track of that stuff? Personally, I had no clue.
I opened it up. It was a lit
tle silver locket on a long chain. He put it on me, and it hung down between my breasts. He opened it up, and there was a tiny picture of him in it. So sweet.
He cupped my breasts, looked at the locket and said, “Just the place I’d like to spend all my time—between your gorgeous little tits.”
A compliment I guess, but I could have done without the word “little.” I didn’t have huge breasts, but they were normal. It was weird, but despite all my insecurities about dating and clothes, I felt comfortable with my body. I knew I was in good shape, so I never stressed like my friends did.
We made out some more, and Nicklas slid his jeans down and popped his cock out. He started pushing my head down towards it. Panic! I really didn’t know what to do here. I mean, I had seen some porn, but that was hardly educational. I stalled by licking my way down his flat belly. I could see his cock looming out of the side of my vision. I started out by kissing it from the base up to the tip and then licking it like ice cream—if ice cream was shaped like a hot dog. This seemed to make him happy because he was moaning and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be most sensitive around the tip, so I let my tongue explore there.
After a few minutes of teasing, he moaned, “Suck it, baby.” Okay, direction was good. I could use direction. I was pretty sure that I couldn’t deep throat him. I mean, I had trouble when the dentist wanted to work on my molars. But the head—sure.
I took it in my mouth, got it wet and sucked on it. Nicklas seemed to really like this, and he started moving and thrusting upwards. I held on to the base of his cock with my hand and starting pulling at it, like when I jerked him off. It didn’t take long before he was thrusting really fast, and then he screamed, “Fuck, yes, I’m coming,” and came in my mouth. It tasted weird and kind of bitter. I guessed I had to swallow it; I didn’t know what else I could do. I also thought—too late—that we should have had a sex health talk before I did this. I was so bad at this stuff. Afterwards, Nicklas was lying there, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. As usual he looked beautiful.
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