How The Cookie Crumbles

by Ting, Melanie

  Jake

  I knew something was up with Frankie the moment I saw her. For starters she wouldn’t look me in the eye, and she was always a straight shooter. She was nervous and started accidentally saying all these suggestive things. When I touched her on the arm, she reacted like I’d electrocuted her or something, which was weird.

  Domer and I were talking about our road trip, when I noticed that Frankie was staring at me. I wasn’t the most observant guy in the world, but I knew that look. She wanted me bad. Finally!

  I moved a little closer to her, and she practically plastered herself against the back wall. So I spread out my legs until our thighs were touching, then I put my arm on the back of the seating, innocently brushing my hand against her bare shoulder. She took a deep breath in, and I saw her nipples harden under her dress. Shit, I needed to take advantage of this situation.

  “We better get going, man,” Domer said, looking at the time.

  “Okay,” Frankie said, “You guys can grab a cab and be back downtown in under ten minutes.”

  “What about you and Bianca?” I asked her.

  “We don’t live too far, we can either walk or get a cab.” Frankie tried to see outside. “Depends on the weather.” Typical Vancouver, it had been raining off and on all day.

  “Why don’t we all get in the cab, and we’ll drop you ladies first,” Domer suggested, always the gentleman. Frankie was shaking her head while Bianca was nodding. What was Frankie so scared of?

  The restaurant called a cab for us and we took off for their apartment, which was in a little low rise building not far away.

  “I’ll walk them up to the door,” I told Domer as I got out. He gave me a pained look. “Don’t worry, I won’t take long.”

  Bianca already had the front door unlocked and said a quick goodbye before she disappeared up the stairs. Frankie held the door with one foot, and turned and spoke formally, “Thanks so much for the game and dinner. Great to see you and good luck with the rest of the road trip.” Then she gave me a brief hug and turned to open the door.

  When I kept standing there, she turned back and spoke nervously. “Um, bye Jake, you can go now.”

  “Frankie, do you really want your neighbours to see what’s going to happen next?”

  “What’s going to happen next?” she asked nervously.

  I pushed her inside the dim lobby, and closed the door. Then I grabbed her and kissed her hard, pulling her body towards me. Her soft breasts and firm thighs were pressed against me, and I squeezed her ass with one hand and put the other one on her back, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back, like she couldn’t get enough of me.

  “Want you, Jake,” she whispered in my ear.

  Like I hadn’t been waiting months to hear those words, but her timing sucked. “Want you too, Frankie. But you know, I’ve got to get back now and I need a lot of time for everything I’ve got planned for you. So I’ll come back here, late tonight, okay?”

  “But… won’t you get in trouble?”

  Like I gave a shit about that. “Relax, Frankie, you’re too worried all the time.”

  She stuck out her lower lip, and I sucked on it. “Promise, baby, it’ll be worth it,” I whispered to her, and she nodded. I kissed her once more and then sprinted back to the cab.

  32. Christmas

  Jake

  Back at the hotel, I had one more hurdle to clear. Coach Sherman had a kinda unofficial curfew going, mainly to set a good example for the year. Breaking the curfew on the first night of the season was a big risk, but getting with Frankie was not something I was passing up.

  I went to Mally’s room to ask him for advice. “I wanna go out tonight, y’know, after curfew.”

  He looked over at me, “What are you talking about?”

  “I want to meet someone. So… do you think they’ll do a room check or just call around?”

  “Oh man, Cookie, it’s the beginning of the season! We’ve just played one game, and we’ve got an early flight tomorrow. Can you not keep it in your pants for one night? We’ll be home in two days, and you can find all the pussy you want then!”

  “She’s not like that, she’s someone special. And she lives here.”

  “Well that’s even better, a real girlfriend will understand that you need to put the team first. She can come and visit you in L.A.”

  It was hard to explain what a head case Frankie was. If I blew her off when she was in the mood, I might not get another crack at her. And besides, I wanted to do this. A lot.

  “Look, what’s the big deal? I’ll be fine for the Calgary game.”

  “Christ, Cookie, why don’t you bring her up to your room? That’s a lot safer and then at least you’ll be in bed at curfew.” He frowned, “If not sleeping.”

  I shook my head. I didn’t want Frankie to meet the team that way because I didn’t want everybody talking shit about her. I finally wore Mally down.

  “As long as you can get back before breakfast, you should be okay. Pack up your gear, have it ready to go, and I’ll call if anything happens.” He gave me a worried look. “Coach will be pretty pissed if you get caught though, are you sure it’s worth it?”

  I nodded. I picked up my phone and there was already a text from Frankie. Please tell me that you’re medically good to go! Yeah, that was more like the Frankie I knew. I texted her back that we just had team physicals and I was fine, and I’d be there soon. I went back to my room, packed, showered, and got dressed. I had to wear a suit for the plane tomorrow, so I put my suit back on with a fresh shirt. I figured I’d blend in better in the morning. The hotel phone rang, and it was our assistant coach checking in on me. Five minutes later, I was in a cab to Frankie’s place, feeling pretty excited.

  I texted her when I got there and she came down to get me. Unfortunately she had changed out of those boots, but she looked great anyway. She was wearing jeans, a white sweater that had bows down the front and something lacy under that. She was acting nervous again. She murmured hello and then took me upstairs to her apartment. I watched her ass wiggle in front of me as we went up the stairs. Man, she was hot.

  “We’ll have to be quiet, I think Bianca’s asleep. Lauren’s not home yet though,” she whispered to me when we got in the apartment. Usually she was so self-confident, but now she seemed really shy. Rex came right up and rubbed against me, and I patted him on the head.

  “Um, do you want something to drink?” she asked me.

  “Sure, I’ll have a Diet Coke if you have one.”

  “Jake! As if I would have soft drinks in my fridge.” She was kind of a food Nazi. She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her. She looked into the fridge and kept talking to me, “I have mineral water, fruit juice or beer.” She was bent over and I came up behind her and pulled her ass towards me.

  She spun around to face me, and I kept my hands on her hips, bringing her real close.

  “Oh, Jake….” she looked up at me and then at my mouth. Then she went up on her toes, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me with her eyes closed. She kissed me really hard and pressed her body against mine. It was like she was someone totally different from the Frankie I knew in the summer: this Frankie was someone who was horny and into sex and into me. When I cupped her ass, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held onto her and she directed me into her bedroom. We were kissing the whole time, and I was getting really excited.

  I was torn between ripping her clothes off and taking it slow, since I had waited so fucking long for this. I looked down at the little ties on her top and I wanted to unwrap her like a Christmas present.

  I laid her down gently on the bed, and took off my jacket. Frankie was watching me with wide eyes. When I came close, she pulled me down on top of her urgently. She reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt and then unbuckling my belt. I helped, yanking my clothes off and throwing them on the floor. I undid the ties on her sweater and each one revealed more of her: a red lace bra, he
r narrow waist, her deep belly button. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down; she was wearing little red lace panties that matched. Nice. Frankie was watching me look at her, and I grinned at her.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I told her. She smiled, then wriggled out from under me, squirmed completely out of her jeans, and then lay back down beside me. As I kissed her, I reached around and got her bra undone. I pulled off her bra and her tits were amazing: big, soft, and natural, with pink nipples. I had waited so long to get my hands on these puppies. I took one in each hand and then bent my head down and started sucking on her tits and she took a sharp breath in. She was a lot more into sex than I thought she’d be. She arched her back and pushed her tits deeper into my mouth. I kept sucking at her and squeezing her tits hard, and she was starting to moan. After I got her nipples all hard and sticking out, I ran my hands down her sides, putting my hands around her waist. She giggled when I touched her tummy, and I lifted her on top of me. I could grab her ass now and feel her tits mashed up against me. She was kissing me and running her hands through my hair. It all felt great.

  She pulled down my boxer briefs, and took them right off. Then she straddled my thighs and ran her hands up me, stopping to play with my nipples. I saw her checking me out, and it made me grin.

  “Do you like Mr. Whitesnake?”

  “Oh my God, did you just call your penis by a name?”

  “Yeah. What’s the big deal?”

  She rolled off me and started laughing hysterically. “Oh Jake, how can I treat you like a man, when you act like a boy?” She kept laughing and curled up into a ball. Man, everything had been going so well. What was the big deal; didn’t most guys have a name for their penis? It was like a good friend.

  Frankie straightened out her body and lay face-up beside me. She looked hot with just her panties on, her tiny waist, and her nipples all hard and pointing straight up. Her eyes were closed, and she started talking, half to herself, but it was all about me.

  “You looked so good on the ice tonight, I loved the way you ran the power play, changing it up all the time… your point shot… so hard and fast… and on net.”

  “Frankie, are you talking dirty about hockey?”

  She was one weird chick. Good thing she was hot or she wouldn’t be getting any.

  “Yeah, when I saw you play tonight, it really turned me on.”

  “Are you kidding? That’s why you’ve been hot for me all night, because I had a good game?”

  She kept her eyes closed, and said in a low voice, “Not a good game, you had a great game. You were the best damn player on the ice. And you were so into it.” Then she slowly ran her tongue over her lips. Mr. Whitesnake liked that.

  What the fuck? Well, I had wanted her for a long time, so whatever floated her boat. I leaned over and started sucking her nipples again and dipped my fingers into her panties.

  “Did you see when I painted the boards with Kesler?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Oh man, that was awesome. Your hip check is… the best,” Frankie replied. She was totally wet down there, and I pulled down her panties. Just as I imagined, she was trimmed in a very modest way. She lifted up her hips, and I pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. She reached over to turn off the lamp, but I stopped her.

  “Whatcha doing, babe?” I asked, running my hands down her back and squeezing her ass.

  “Oh, it’s kind of bright in here. It’s more romantic if I turn the lights down,” she explained.

  I didn’t want to blow things again so I let her do it, but I figured it would be way better to see every part of her incredible bod. I wanted to do this for so long, and I wanted to enjoy every minute. But she just dimmed them, so I could still see okay.

  “You’ve got a great ass,” I told her. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide. I kissed her on the back and she smiled at me. Then I leaned down and kissed, then bit her ass gently. I reached between her legs and pushed my finger up into her.

  She arched her back and bent her head back and whispered, “Feels so good.”

  It sure did. She was hot and wet and tight, even with just one finger in her. I took out my finger, and turned her over and had a good look. Very pretty. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she cried out. I smiled and kept touching her, then I lay on the bed beside her and leaned down and kissed her.

  “Are you ready for Mr. Whitesnake, baby?”

  Frankie’s legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up and look at me.

  “Let’s get one thing straight. If Mr. Whitesnake would like to be inside any part of me, he is going to have to change his name to cock, or penis or Jake’s dick. Because I cannot have sex with a guy who acts like some adolescent hoser.”

  I pushed her onto her side, reached down and started spreading her ass cheeks wide.

  “Jake, are you listening to me? Um, what are you doing?” She sounded a little breathless, like I was getting her excited. In some ways, Frankie was a dirty little girl. But in other ways, she was way too uptight.

  “I’m just trying to find the big stick that I know is up here.”

  “Oh, screw off!”

  “C’mon Frankie, just relax. Did I get mad when I found out that you have to replay my highlight reel before you can get wet? No, I just go with it.”

  Frankie started getting mad, she turned and tried to push me away. Like that was going to happen. I straddled her, bent down, and kissed her. She was pummelling her fists against my chest but it didn’t hurt at all.

  “Jake, you drive me crazy… you’re such an idiot!”

  “You drive me crazy too, Frankie. But in a good way, you’re so hot.” I held her shoulders down and I kept kissing her, her face, her neck, the tops of her big tits. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you? Ever since the day I first saw you. And even more this summer, seeing you in those workout outfits and in your swimsuit, every time I hung out with you.”

  I put one of my legs between hers, and then both, and pushed her thighs apart. She arched her back and twisted around a bit, but I was pretty sure she wanted it too. But maybe I should check, “It’s okay, right Frankie?”

  “Oh yeah, okay… yes.” That seemed pretty certain. I reached over and grabbed my jacket and took out a condom.

  I opened her up and entered her. She was hot and juicy, and she flexed all her muscles around me as I slowly pushed inside. It felt good, really fucking good. At first I just gave it to her slowly, but she was really moving and thrusting against me.

  “Go harder, Jake,” she begged me breathlessly. And so I went harder and faster. Frankie really liked it when I pulled out almost the whole way and then thrust back in all the way. At first we just did it on the bed, but then I moved her around a bit, pulling her to the edge of the bed and holding her knees wide apart so I was deeper inside her. I fucked her faster and I liked watching her, her soft flesh moving with each thrust, her eyes closed and her lips open and panting. I kept going at her. It felt so good and when Frankie came she kept it all in, biting her lip and then crying out softly. I liked the feeling of her spasming around my cock, and I held back a bit, grabbing her knees and pushing them up, so I could pound her deep until she came again and squeezed me hard inside her. But she was still so quiet, holding everything inside, and I wanted to make her lose it. I pulled out and she sighed a little, her eyes tightly closed.

  Now it was time to fuck her the way I had imagined doing it ever since I first saw her. I lay down beside her on the bed, and kissed her, and then I rolled onto my back with my cock standing straight up.

  “I’ve been doing all the work, babe. Now it’s your turn.”

  She smiled a little, and climbed over me, a little shakily, spreading her pussy lips and slowly sinking down on me. Then she started to ride me slowly, moving her body up almost to the point where I thought I’d fall out of her and then down all the way so I was deep, deep inside of her. Again I could see her biting her lip as she fucked me, breathing hard but not saying anything. Di
dn’t she ever let go? Everything felt great, but I wanted more from her. I grabbed her above the hips and started moving her body faster, spearing her with my cock and forcing the pace. She started to gasp and breathe loudly and unevenly, moaning each time I bottomed out in her.

  As she pounded up and down on my cock, not only did it feel fantastic, but it looked fucking awesome. Her head was back and her tits were flying.

  “Go babe, I love to see your tits bounce.” I told her, and she gave me a surprised look, like she just woke up.

  “God, Jake,” she panted, “You’re so….” I thrust hard into her and she lost her train of thought, crying out. After a few minutes of going hard at her, she was totally out of control. She was screaming out, calling my name, begging me to stop and then to go, and finally just groaning. She was as hot as I knew she’d be, and she was totally turning me on. When I finally came, I thrust hard a few more times, tensed, and then let go of Frankie, and she collapsed on top of me. Mostly it was pretty easy to get chicks, but with Frankie I had waited so long that it felt special, more like a victory to do her.

  33. A Close Shave

  Jake

  “Wow,” said Frankie, “You’re really good in bed.”

  She had rolled off me and was staring up at the ceiling. She was a hot mess, with tangled hair and a sweaty sheen all over her body.

  “Thanks for sounding so surprised.” Actually I was surprised at what a sex maniac she was, that was pretty unexpected, but good unexpected. “I think I told you all summer I was good.”

  “Guys always say that, and they’re usually exaggerating,” she scoffed. Then she turned to look at me, “But you actually don’t brag, do you?”

  “Not really. So now when I suggest stuff, you should do it.”

  “Maybe.”

  She moved over and nestled in next to me, pulling a sheet over us. I cradled her in my arms, and I kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose. She put her head on my chest. “ Well, I should have guessed you could go long. You do have a lot of endurance out there.” Frankie sounded very matter-of-fact.