by R. S. Owl
“Right, me too, I mean, no, I need to go as well, hockey to play and all that,” I babble with all the strength I can muster. I roll over to my hockey shorts which are bunched up on the floor and try to put them on as gracefully as I can. One leg wobbles while the other is hovering over my shorts leg. I feel Taylor’s hand land on my arm, keeping me upright.
He leans into my ear. “I don’t mind, I’ve been ogling you for months.” He has a deep husk to his voice that makes it sound like he’s just woken up from a nap. I’d love to nap with him. Jeez Frankie, quit daydreaming.
I stare at his gorgeous, chiselled face, not quite believing what I’ve heard. “Oh, so you’re a perv, are you?”
“Takes one to know one.”
All I can do is stick my tongue out at him like a petulant schoolgirl. He grins back like one too, at least.
“Thanks,” I mutter when both of my legs are back in my shorts.
“You can thank me later.” He grabs his shampoo bottle from the table opposite the shower door. That must have been what he left the shower for in the first place. He walks away from me and whilst I’m sad the penis is out of view, I’m met with the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. Perfect enough for me to lean slightly as he leaves my sight.
I need to get a grip. Of that ass.
CHAPTER 6
Frankie
I leave his office and skate as quickly as I can through the groups of players to get back to my team. I’m pretty sure my face is as red as it is after a game, but the breeze I feel against my skin as I skate along helps cool me down. Can’t say it’s working in my pants, though. I see Brooke’s bright red hair standing out from everyone else’s, clashing against the red of our hockey shirts. She spots me and waves me over frantically.
“Damn, Franks, where have you been?” She searches my face before squinting her eyes at me. “Looking a bit rosy there, girl...” She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at me.
“I, um, well, yeah–um.” I start explaining, at least I think that’s what I was doing, when Leah skates over telling us to get onto the rink.
“Don’t think you’ve got out of this, missy!” Brooke jabs her finger at my boob, right in the nip.
“Ahh, ya bitch,” I hiss at her while I rub my nipple. She smacks my ass as she skates past me. So damn handsy.
***
They played hard, but we played harder and brought the bronze home for our team. My thoughts constantly returned to Taylor’s mouth…and his beautiful cock, which made it hard to concentrate on the game, but I’m so proud that my girls handled it. The look on those boys’ faces makes the struggle worth it, even if it was just a fun tournament.
Taylor’s team is up next I’m half concentrating on celebrating bronze with the girls; the other half of me is anxious for Taylor. I don’t know why but I really want him to win. How can I feel so anxious for someone I barely know? Maybe it’s because he kisses like a fucking pro. I’m so involved in the game that I don’t realise half of our team has left.
Brooke walks up to me as I’m removing my elbow and knee pads, to hand me my bronze medal. “They said we could have these now, because some of the girls had to hit the road.”
“Awesome,” I say, taking it off her and placing it over my head. “Check us out, we have medals!” I laugh before turning my attention back to Taylor, I mean, the game. They’re currently tied five to five and only have four minutes to go.
I hear Brooke in my ear again. “You know, if I was a smart and observant woman, I would guess that there’s a particular player on that rink whose office you came out of earlier, who you can’t take your eyes off of.” She nudges my shoulder with hers.
I shove her back in jest. “I guess you’re not a smart, observant woman then.” I side eye her while she sits smugly waiting for me to fold. It doesn’t take long. “Okay fine, something happened.”
She bounces up and down in her seat while finger-jabbing me in the arm. “I knew it. I knew it!”
Her bouncing is stopped by a roar of cheers coming from the rink. I look over at the scoreboard to see that Taylor’s team just scored with only two minutes to go. I grab Brooke’s thigh and grip it while I watch the clock count down. There is so much activity going on by the other side’s goal. The goalie is doing his best to defend, keeping out all attempts. The clock counts down further, flying past the last minute and leaving a matter of seconds.
I hear a roar as the puck is flung towards the goalie, but there are too many people in the way to see what happens. Was that a goal? I spot Taylor toward the edge of the rink with his hands on his helmet. Everyone is looking at the ref waiting to hear if it was a goal. Nobody seems sure. The goalie remains where he was with his hand still over the puck. It’s on the line.
CHAPTER 7
Taylor
I hear the ref announce it’s not a goal and all the tension leaves my body. Only twenty seconds left and then we’re the winners. I should be the winner; I own the damn rink. I look over to Frankie. She’s sitting next to Brooke with her hand on her thigh. I think back to that day when I accidentally walked in on them in the shower. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I’m fucking glad they didn’t see me.
It was late on a Friday night after their training session. I thought they’d all gone home so I went to lock up the changing rooms. When I went to the women’s one, I could hear the shower going but the light was off. There was just a small beam of light seeping in from the joins in the plasterboard. I didn’t have to enter the room far before I could see a girl leaning back against shower wall, just out of the water’s stream. Kneeling down beneath her was the unmistakable bright red hair of Brooke.
I know I should have left, but you find me a man who would have left straight away. I bet you can’t.
I stayed just long enough to hear Frankie’s moans as she got closer to the edge. Then I stayed a bit longer. Her hands were in Brooke’s hair and she was grinding against her face. I could just make out the curves to her waist and the roundness of her breasts. One of her hands went up to pinch her nipple as her head fell back against the wall. My dick was getting harder by the second. Frankie closed her eyes as her moans increased.
I heard Brooke say, “Look at me when you come, Frankie,” before going back down on her. That's how I learned Frankie’s name. It was that image that stayed in my head every night when I went to sleep for the last four months. The look on Frankie’s face when she came. I’d always assumed she was gay after that, and I’d managed to avoid her while the guilt of my peeping weighed on me. Until today. When I felt her staring at me. I felt that connection with her. I knew that she wanted me to kiss her as much as I did.
My thoughts are snapped away from Frankie as the whistle blows and my team all skate together to bump fists and celebrate. This tournament was just a bit of fun, a way to bring all the teams together. A friendly competition. But I’m still stoked we won. That gives me bragging rights until the next tournament. My gaze finds its way back to Frankie who’s smiling like she just won too.
CHAPTER 8
Frankie
Our eyes are locked through the Perspex. He’s smiling a genuine happy smile, as am I. Why I’m happy he won, I don’t know. I should be butt hurt that it wasn’t me. But I find that I care about his happiness. Which is totally out of character for me. I know exactly where he’s going to go after he’s done celebrating, and I’m going to beat him there.
I turn to Brooke, who’s sitting with her head resting on her palms, propping her elbows up on her thighs. “I know what you’re about to say.” She laughs. “Go get him. I’ll see you later. You big slutbag.”
I poke her boob and laugh at her insult. She knows me so well. I go to kiss her on the cheek and at the last minute she turns her head so I end up planting it on her lips. She’s a sneaky fuck. As pay back, I follow up the quick kiss with an even quicker lick, to which she recoils.
“Met your match, biatch,” I say as I wave goodbye.
I saunter off, as much
as you can saunter when you’re on wheels, towards his office. I look over to the rink as I pass; Taylor has his eye on me and I throw him a wink.
As I enter his office, I peel off my shirt first and let it drop to the floor. I step a bit further and drop my shorts, leaving them where they fall. Then I quickly untie my skates and leave them in the middle of the room. Finally, I take my socks off, followed by my bra and pants, which I leave right by the door to the shower.
As I enter the shower room, I can see that the rest of us players have been slumming it. This is a pretty decent set up with nice tiling and an actual shower door. I let the water run for a bit while I remove the hairband holding up my long brown hair. I’m filled with anticipation knowing that any minute he may come in and catch me in his bathroom.
The thought of him touching me again has my nipples standing erect.
With the shower as warm as my burning loins, I step into the stream and begin to wet my hair. I see his shampoo still sitting on the side from earlier. Taking the bottle, I pour some out into my hand and proceed to lather my hair and body. I take extra time on my breasts, massaging the foam against my nipples, imagining Taylor is in here with me. I start to move my lathered hand down past my stomach, just as I see the door open through the steamed-up glass.
I bring my finger up to the shower door and spell ‘Hi’ backwards on it. I hear him say “Hi” back through the glass. I bring my finger up again and spell ‘Coming in?’ backwards. I don’t hear him say anything, but the door opens. I hold my breath as I’m met by those gorgeous blues. I run my eyes down his perfect body. His cock is growing by the second and I go to meet his eyes again only to find they’re trained on my body. I run my hands over my nipples again and he moans as he pushes his way into the cubicle.
CHAPTER 9
Taylor
The sight of her, soapy—touching her breasts, in my shower, is almost too much to bear. I’m hard in an instant and still reeling from the win. I feel like I’ve won twice having this gorgeous woman in my shower. Her legs are perfection, strong thighs from rollerblading and beautifully toned calves nipping in to kissable ankles. I can’t believe how much I’ve lucked out. From seeing her in the shower with Brooke all those months ago to having her myself, in my own shower now.
I move up to her and take her hands in mine, moving them above her head as I lean in to her face. I run my nose along her jaw and place a kiss right next to her ear.
“I feel like I’ve won twice today, Frankie. What did I do to deserve this?”
“Well, it turns out you’ve been hiding some amazing facilities.” She sighs as I place sweet kisses just below her jaw.
“You haven’t even experienced the best part of my facilities yet, sweetheart.” I take her wet nipple into my mouth and let my cock slide against her hip as I move against her.
“Mmmm, God that’s good,” she breathes out.
“It’s about to get much better, Frankie.” I slide my hand down to her folds.
“Damn, I love how you say my name,” she confesses while my finger moves lower. She twists against me, trying to get me there faster, but I’m determined to tease her.
“I love how you say my name.” I take her bottom lip between my teeth and tug it slightly before releasing it. “I can’t wait to hear you say it while you’re coming.”
At my words, she leans forward to take my mouth in a heart-racing kiss. I release her hands so she can touch me again. She wants me. Wants this. Wants us. But not for as long as I have.
CHAPTER 10
Frankie
I’m so consumed by him and nothing about this feels wrong. It’s not the first time I’ve been quick to bed someone, but this time feels different. For a start, it’s in a shower, but that’s not what I mean. This isn’t a one and done thing. At least, I hope it’s not.
I pause our kiss for a second to just look into his eyes. They’re filled with pure, crazy lust. A mirror of my own. I go to kiss him again, nibbling on his perfectly full bottom lip while he grabs my ass and pulls me close. I push him back against the shower wall and trail kisses down his neck, meeting the start of his tattoo on his shoulder and running the tip of my tongue along the edge.
I continue my exploration down his body, running my fingers down his abs and sweeping my tongue up his hip bone. He puts his fingers in my hair as I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it. That little bead of excitement is back and I slowly lick it away, meeting his eyes as I do.
“Frankie...” he groans in warning.
I place a kiss on the tip of his swollen head, dying to have it in my mouth. Just as I go to take it, he pulls me back up and turns me so my back is against the wall instead.
“Next time, sweetheart,” he explains before kissing me again. Hard.
His hand glides down to my folds, his finger teasing my entrance, collecting my wetness before swiping over my clit. I gasp at the intensity of it. He runs circles over and over my clit, getting me right to the point of ecstasy before going back to my entrance. He dips a finger inside and I lift my leg to wrap around his hip, giving him better access. He repeats his assault, teasing my clit to the brink of release before returning to my pussy. His fingers are magic.
He works my clit again, frustrating me by the way he takes away my orgasm at the last moment. This time though, instead of moving his fingers to my pussy, he holds my leg over his hip with one hand, while the other positions his cock at my entrance. We both look down as he teases, readying me for it. Our eyes meet and he searches my face as though seeking confirmation.
“Fuck me, Taylor,” I say while our eyes remain locked.
He doesn’t look away; he just slams his cock inside me. I cry out at the sheer pleasure of it. He fills me completely. He rams into me, his movements precise and dedicated. Every thrust hitting my clit, teasing out the orgasm he’d kept from me earlier.
He kisses me again before lifting me up and pinning me against the wall. His cock never leaves me. He resumes grinding into me, his rhythm slowed and his eyelids hooded. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him to me as he rubs hard against me. I’m so close. He bites my neck as I moan into his ear.
“Jesus Christ, Taylor, this is so good,” I say on a breath, biting his earlobe after.
“Your pussy is amazing. It’s so fucking tight.” He pulls back to look down at where we meet. His voice is so husky. I could listen to his sex voice all day.
He suddenly pulls out of me, spinning me round and bringing my hands up to slap them against the wall.
“Stick your ass out.”
I do as he says. I’d probably do anything he says right now. He slips his cock back in with ease and starts pounding me harder than ever before.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat on a chant. I move my hand down to my clit and start rubbing in circles. Taylor picks up his pace, thrusting faster to meet my building orgasm.
The trembles start and I release a string of moans as the intensity of my orgasm increases.
“That’s right, Frankie, come for me.” Taylor nips at my ear.
“Fuck, Taylor!” I nearly shout as my orgasm reaches its peak. It’s the most intense one I’ve had, and it continues to jolt me as Taylor keeps thrusting into me.
“Shit, Frankie.” Taylor grunts behind me as he withdraws and comes all over my ass. I can feel the warmth of it tingling against my skin. The sound of his moans while he’s coming are so hot they alone could get me off.
We stand there for a while, his forehead leaning against my back, my temple leaning against the shower wall. Just breathing in sync with each other.
He leans up and turns me round, pushing the hair off my face and pulling me in for a kiss.
“Is this an odd time to ask if you’d like to go on a date with me?” He places another kiss on my lips.
I chuckle. “No, I love being asked on dates while I’m naked. But you don’t have to do that, if you just feel you have to.”
“I do feel I have to. I feel like if I don’t get to see yo
u again, hear you laugh for me, banter with you when we’re not on the rink, feel your eyes on me when you think I’m not looking, that I won’t sleep properly again.”
I look at him, confused by what he’s saying.
“I know this sounds like a stalker thing to say, but you’ve been the highlight of my week, every week for the past four months.”
“But I never see you when I’m here.”
“I know. I keep out of the way, but I always see you.”
He kisses me again, taking my face in both of his hands.
“Well it looks like it’s been a good day for you. A gold medal, sex, and now a date.”
EPILOGUE
Taylor
It’s been exactly one year since I saw Frankie in the showers at the rink. One year since my fascination started. One year that I’ve been in love with her.
She moved in two months ago and it’s been a bit of a non-stop fuck-fest since. She leaves hair all over the floor and can’t wash up to save her life, but she’s still the perfect woman for me.
So today I’ve got a surprise for her. Something she’s told me she’s always wanted. It took some arranging and luckily Brooke agreed to help.
I’ve taken Frankie out for dinner by the harbour. She has no idea what tonight is for me. She’s being her gorgeous self, completely unsuspecting.
When we finish and we’re in the car, I start driving in the direction of the rink.