I thanked Beatrice, who had to go back to work. I was pretty excited, so I sat down in front of a delicate Agnes Martin painting, which balanced on the border between painting and pattern, until I calmed down. An internship at this huge, gorgeous museum? That would be incredible, but the logistics were almost impossible. Anyway, why was I even considering this? It was one thing to visit Jake for a weekend, and another to come here for three months. I stared at the painting, and then I remembered that Martin had grown up in Vancouver and then moved to the United States. Was that prophetic in some way?
37. Games People Play
After a day spent alone, loving the museum and hating the L.A. transit system, I was quite excited to get to the hockey game. I went to the washroom at the arena, and I got changed into my jersey dress and the boots that Jake had insisted I wear. As I fixed up my makeup, I started getting hassled.
“Oh my God, what have you done to that jersey?” This woman with a purple Kings jersey and jeans was looking closely at me. “And it’s autographed by Jake Cookson too! Are you insane?” she screeched. Other women started coming over and looking at me.
“I made it into a dress,” I replied calmly as I glossed my lips in the mirror.
“Well it looks ridiculous,” she informed me. “An autographed jersey is sacred.”
“You look like a desperate puck bunny,” another woman chimed in. “And I’ll tell you, Jake Cookson would never have anything to do with a girl like you.”
I briefly considered showing her the hickey on my inner thigh, but unless I also had Jake’s dental records and some CSI-type technology, that would not be proof. Seeing as I was surrounded by large and scary members of the Jersey Preservation Society, I decided to keep my smart mouth shut, for now. But as I walked out the door, I turned and declared, “It was a game-worn jersey too!” And then watched the door swing closed on their horrified faces.
Attending a game alone was not much fun. After I joked around with the guy beside me, his girlfriend suggested that I get my own date next time and made him switch seats with her. I didn’t even know if I was sitting near any of the Kings’s girlfriends since I had never met any of them, but nobody in my immediate vicinity had the glossy good looks I assumed a hockey girlfriend would have. Come to think of it, neither did I, which only made me feel worse.
When the Kings won the game, perversely I felt sorry for the Canucks. I guess I was just in one of those moods. Being alone all day in a new place did not agree with me; I had so much news to share, I was bubbling over with excitement.
I found my way to the family lounge, where Jake had told me to wait after the game. When I walked in, I could have sworn that the room went silent for a moment. Not only was I a complete stranger, but I was the only one in the room over the age of ten wearing a player jersey. Not to mention that it was a strategically altered jersey. If I hadn’t just spent five minutes convincing the security guard that I belonged in the lounge, I would have walked right out.
“Are you Jake’s girlfriend?” This tall blonde came up to me in the family lounge and started interrogating me without even an introduction. Because of the jersey dress, there was no denying who I was here with.
“I’m a friend of Jake’s,” I replied politely. I wasn’t his girlfriend yet. Well, maybe, but I didn’t want to assume anything.
“Yeah, I figured that if Jake actually had a girlfriend, I would have heard about it.” And then she walked away as abruptly as she came up.
A runaway young boy was headed towards the door when someone called out, “Stop him!”
I grabbed the kid and swung him high in the air, so he didn’t start crying or anything. He laughed, and I put him down as his mom came over and thanked me. She had a toddler on one hip and grabbed her son by the hand. She looked preppy, with straight blonde hair, a hairband and minimal makeup.
“I’m Anne,” she said, giving me a onceover and clearly not approving of the boots or the dress. “I’m married to Billy, the captain.” I nodded, though in truth I still didn’t have any of the team straight except Jake, Luke, and Ryan. “So, are you Jake’s girlfriend?”
That must be the million-dollar question tonight. “I’m a friend of Jake’s,” I said again, but Anne shook her head at that answer.
“Not to be too blunt, but I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one,” she told me flatly.
“Excuse me?”
“Jake. From what I can see, he’s not the settling-down type.” Her son ran off again, so we ended the conversation on that happy note. I sat down in a corner chair and tried to make myself invisible. While I had been longing to chat to someone, now I only wished I was alone again.
Jake
Sometimes, being part of a team was like living in a gossipy family. I hadn’t said a word about Frankie to anyone but my roommates, and they wouldn’t blab. Maybe it was because I had to get a ticket for her or something, but by the time I got to the dressing room that night, everyone knew that I had a girl at the game.
“You want to put some money up, Cookie? So we’ll get a win and impress your girlfriend?” asked Mally.
“A girlfriend? No fucking way that Romeo has a girlfriend,” chimed in Duper.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I mumbled, and I tried to ignore them, but ended up putting some major bucks on the board. Of course, seeing me play hockey well made Frankie hot, so it was a win/win. But now everyone wanted to see her.
“Judging from the pucks he usually fucks, I’m not expecting much,” said Lovey.
“You have to fly girls down here to get laid?” D.J. asked when he found out Frankie was from Vancouver. Dean Jones was a huge patriot. “What’s wrong with American girls? Like girls in L.A. aren’t hot enough for you? In fact, I’m pretty sure they won some survey for best looking in the world.”
Well, once he saw her he’d get it, but no point arguing. He continued beaking me, “Oh, probably American girls won’t give you the time of day.”
“That’s not what your sister said,” I told him.
“I don’t have a sister, dickhead,” D.J. replied.
Well, in my experience American girls liked hockey players as much as Canadian girls.
I don’t know if it was the money I put up or because we wanted revenge from last year’s playoffs, but we beat the Canucks 4-1 and it felt great. Now to pick up something to eat and take Frankie home and really celebrate. For some reason, I wanted to keep her away from the guys, to protect her in some way, and I tried to get ready quickly.
Jake was one of the first guys into the lounge, and he whisked me off to the car. When we were inside, he leaned over and gave me a wet kiss. Then he pulled out of the parking lot.
“How was the game for you? Big win, eh? You getting hot for me now?”
“Jake, you’re so crass. But yeah, a little.”
“Great, let’s go then. We can pick up something to eat on the way home.”
“Oh.” I had kind of expected that we were going out with his friends or something. “Don’t you guys go out after a game?”
“Well, the married guys usually go home after home games. Some of the single guys go out to eat.” He hesitated, “But it’s no big deal.”
I sighed. “Jake, I mean, of all the time we’ve spent together this weekend, we’ve spent most of it having sex.”
“So? It’s been great sex.”
“Yes, but I like to go out to nice restaurants and meet people, too. It’s like you’re ashamed of me.”
“Oh Frankie, I’m so not ashamed of you. The guys are just assholes sometimes, and I don’t want you to have to hang out with them.”
Was I someone he didn’t want to introduce around? All summer it was totally different, but here in L.A., it seemed like things were completely warped. It had been a long day and not the best evening. Maybe it would be better if we just went home. “All right,” I agreed.
We stopped at a light and Jake was looking over at me with a half-smile on his face. “Look Frankie, we’ve got an
other game tomorrow night, so I need to get some sleep.” He ran a finger up my leg, pushing the jersey dress up my thigh. “Fuck, are you wearing stockings? Oh man….” He swallowed hard. “Uh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I want to get to bed early, so we can have our fun and still get some shut-eye. Tomorrow night we’ll go out with the guys after the game, whatever you like.” He leaned over and kissed me until the light changed, and we accelerated away.
“So Frankie, do you have one of those garter things holding up those stockings?”
“You’re just going to have to find out for yourself,” I teased him.
He grinned back at me. “Oh, I will. I have plans for you, little Frankie.”
38. These Boots Are Made For…
Jake
I could hardly stop myself from jumping Frankie in the car. Not only was she wearing her high black boots, but she was wearing stockings too! It was like she knew exactly how to turn me on.
“So, Link and Domer are out with the guys now, so it’ll be just the two of us for a while,” I told her when we got home. I wanted Frankie to feel totally relaxed.
She smiled innocently at me, not getting it. “Okay, great. So, do you want to eat sushi at the dining room table or in the living room?” She motioned towards the big container of sushi we had taken out.
“How about we fuck once first, then eat. It’s not like it’s gonna get cold.” I started kissing her neck and feeling her up.
“Jake, stop,” she said, trying to push my hands away. “Aren’t you hungry after your game?”
“I was hungry… until I found out you were wearing these,” I snuck my hand up her jersey and onto her bare thigh above the stocking. I looked down, “Hey, what’s holding them up?” I pulled the jersey up and saw only skin.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Magic.”
I laughed and kissed her. “I told you how good you look in my jersey, right?”
“You may have mentioned it… good thing too, because I keep getting told off by all the other hockey fans for ‘wrecking’ it.”
“Are they nuts? All jerseys should look like this,” I said, as I starting easing it off her. “Of course, they’d also need to have this perfect body in them.”
“Jake, here in the living room? Shouldn’t we go to your room?”
“Sure, babe, we will. But let’s start here.” I swept the crap off the coffee table and I turned back to Frankie. I slowly pulled the jersey up over her head. She had on a purple bra and panty set.
“Man, you’ve got great underwear.” I cupped her tits in my hands.
“It’s my lucky Kings underwear,” she said, giggling. “I bought it this week.”
“And it worked… we won! Now I’m the lucky King who gets to strip them off you.” I reached back and undid the lacy bra. Her big tits sprang free, and she moved her hands up to cover herself. “No Frankie, don’t hide that beautiful bod from me.” I pulled her hands down to her side, and she looked away from me. She was kind of hung up about being naked; she was fine in the dark, but she hated having all the lights on. I pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. She bent down to unzip her boots.
“No babe, keep those on. I’ve been thinking about fucking you in those boots all week.”
“Oh, so that’s why you told me what to wear. I was wondering when you became Joe Fashion.”
I couldn’t stop staring. Her high boots and stockings made the rest of her look more naked somehow. I lifted her up so she was standing on the coffee table in front of me.
“Jake … I can’t … I feel like I’m on display,” Frankie’s voice was pleading. Her hands came up jerkily, like she couldn’t stop them, to hide her body.
“Frankie, put your hands up, behind your head.” I spoke sternly to her and her eyes widened. “Do you not get how fucking hot you are?”
She slowly put her hands behind her head and linked her fingers and then her whole sexy body was on display, with her tits jutting out and her legs slightly spread; she was teetering a little in those boots.
“Now turn around,” I told her, motioning with my hand. She looked a little panicked, but to be honest that was just making me hornier. She turned slowly, revealing her great ass, and I had a major hard-on just thinking about everything I wanted to do to her. When her back was to me, she turned her head around and over her shoulder watched me checking her out.
“Damn!” she said suddenly. “I cannot do this.” And she crouched down to reach for her clothes on the floor.
I was faster than her though, and I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the couch. Her back was to me, and her bare ass was wriggling on my lap, rubbing against my hard cock through my pants. I spoke right into her ear. “Yeah, you can. What is it with you Frankie? Don’t you want to have some fun?
“Fun? It’s not fun, it’s embarrassing!”
She tried to get away from me, but I had one hand wrapped around her waist and the other firmly squeezing one tit, and I kept her there.
“You’re sexy, you’re hot, accept it. Because right now you’re going to be my little playmate.”
“What? Forget it, Jake, I’m not into your stupid games.”
“I don’t mind you bossing me around, but when it comes to sex, I’m the boss, Frankie.”
And I put her over my knees and smacked her ass.
“Ow, stop it Jake.” She was wriggling with her tits pressed into my thighs, but Frankie was tiny and not that strong. No matter how much she insulted my fitness, I was way stronger than her. I kept spanking her until her ass was bright red, and then I put my hand between her legs and put a finger up inside her. She was real wet and she might deny it, but she was getting turned on. I lifted her up and took her to my bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed. She watched me, her eyes wide and dark.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I told her. She lay on my bed, all naked on top and all leather on the bottom.
I yanked open the bedside drawer and pulled out a few condoms, some lube and some massage oil. Frankie still didn’t say a word. I poured a line of oil between her breasts, watching it pool there.
“Rub it in, Frankie,” I said softly to her. She hesitated, and I leaned down and kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “Do it, or I’ll have to spank you some more.”
She didn’t reply or smile, she just reached both hands up and started massaging the oil into her breasts, making slow circles and then finally moving to her nipples and rubbing them and then pinching them up into high points. She was so fucking hot, and I could tell she was getting into it too, she was breathing faster and rubbing her thighs together.
“Can I fuck your tits?” I asked her, and she just looked up at me and then held them together. I got on top of her and starting thrusting my cock between her big mounds. It felt great, all slick and soft, and she lifted her head so that when I thrust out the top she could lick and suck at the tip of my cock. It was like Frankie never wanted to do anything at first, but once you got her started she was so into everything. I could easily have kept going and come all over her, but I decided to hold off for now.
I poured some more oil on her tummy, and she obediently rubbed it down, spreading her legs and touching herself. Now her body was shiny everywhere and her pussy was making these sloppy wet noises. She rubbed her clit, and started moaning softly, and closed her eyes. I held my cock in my hand and started stroking it slow, getting off on watching her.
“Frankie, you’re so hot.” She looked up at me, her eyes all liquid. “Come for me.”
She shook her head. “I wanna come with you in me. Please, Jake.”
I smiled at her, “Okay, babe, but I want you to talk to me.”
She looked puzzled for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, like a play-by-play.”
I spread her legs and flicked my thumb across her clit a few times, watching her arch her back in response. I put on a condom and grabbed her ankles, pushing them towards her head. Her tits and pussy stuck out from between the black leather boots; I was ready
to blow just looking at her.
I put the tip of my cock into her. She felt all slick, and she started wriggling as soon as she felt me inside, as much as she could since I had her pinned to the bed. “Deeper, Jake… I want you,” she begged. I drove into her, thrusting in and out. It felt so fucking amazing.
“Unnh!” Frankie cried out. “Feels good, so good, your hard cock inside me.”
I kept pumping her fast and then slow, and she kept telling me how much she loved it. “God Jake, I’m gonna come… I’m coming.” She tensed her body up and pushed against me, and then went limp on the bed. But it wasn’t resting time yet. I pulled out of her and turned her over, lifting her still reddened ass into the air until she got onto her hands and knees, and started giving it to her doggy style. I liked the angle, the way my cock hit different parts of her, and Frankie liked it too.
“Oh my God! So good, so full… ooh!” She stopped talking and just grunted with each thrust. I reached down and grabbed her swaying tits, squeezing them and using them to leverage her little body further onto my cock. I found it a turn-on that she was small; I could move her around on me, and it felt like I was really spearing her deep.
“Oh, Jake… so good… the best.” She pushed her ass up against me, and her little asshole seemed to be winking up at me. I lubed my finger and started easing it in.
“Don’t, unh, what are you doing?”
“Relax, it’s just my finger.” For now.
“God, is nothing off limits for you?”
Before she could get really mad, I put my other hand underneath and started stroking her clit. Frankie’s clit seemed to swell up the more we fucked, and she started moaning right away. “Oh God, I’m coming… oh….”
Her pussy started spasming and gripping my cock, and her whole body was thrashing and trembling so hard that I couldn’t hold back either, and I started to come. It felt so fucking good, and as my cock emptied itself, I collapsed on top of Frankie on the bed. After a few minutes I rolled off her and we just lay there for a few minutes. Then she reached down and unzipped the boots, and pulled them off. But she left the stockings on, I guess she already got how my mind worked. She moved over and snuggled up next to me.
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