by Claire Adams
“I heard that you’re a Greek man,” Dad said, while we waited for the hostess to seat us. Johnny nodded.
“Phi Kappa Alpha, pledged my freshman year.” Dad grinned.
“If the Phi Kappa guys are anything like what they were when I was in school, I’m surprised you’ve got the time to come to dinner with us.” Johnny laughed.
“I got special dispensation; after all, with someone as great as Becky, how could I possibly put a party over anything she wanted me to do?”
The hostess came back and led us to my parents’ preferred table, and I felt only the slightest of flutters deep down as we all sat down. Would Johnny know the right moves? He took the napkin and unfolded it, placing it immediately in his lap even as he listened to something Dad was saying about his favorite prank that he had pulled. I kept having little flickers of concern, but Johnny was more than polite, he was totally charming, and I started to relax as the waiter came and took our orders; Johnny knew what he wanted from the menu and knew how to order it.
For the special occasion, my parents insisted that Johnny and I should have wine—at least a glass—even though I was underage. No one at the club really cared; as long as I wasn’t getting drunk and driving as an underage adult, there would never be any consequences, and Johnny was of age. Johnny said he’d rather not take any chances, and I tried not to beam at the right answer that left him so easily. I tried not to jump in and answer for him, but Johnny seemed to have a handle on the conversation; Dad mentioned that he loved hockey—something that shocked me. I had never known that Dad even had any interest in hockey at all. I fleetingly wished that he could have given me at least a little education on the sport; it would have done me good in dating Johnny. I saw Mom frown. “It’s such a violent sport, and so many of the players seem so—so ill-bred.” I closed my eyes, embarrassed.
“I’ve always been passionate about hockey,” Johnny said, reaching under the table to give my hand a squeeze. He barely glanced at me, a look of reassurance in his eyes. “It kept me on the straight and narrow through high school, and even more importantly, it brought me a scholarship to college.” I smiled, relieved at the fact that Johnny was able to express himself so well, that he was able to keep up his politeness even when Mom was being a jerk.
The food came in courses, and Johnny ate cleanly and politely, answering questions about the frat life, about his position on the team, about his studies. I managed to chime in from time to time, keeping up my end of the conversation, but I knew that the real point of the evening was for my parents to get to know Johnny and to make their judgments about him. I smiled over and over again, looking at Dad and Mom, looking at Johnny, looking around the room. It was obvious to me that Dad at least was in favor of Johnny.
Before dessert, I stood and excused myself; I didn’t really have to go to the restroom, but I needed a moment to myself. Mom raised an eyebrow, but by that point I was confident that Johnny could handle anything that they threw his way. I walked away from the table and towards the bathroom I knew almost as well as my bathroom at home.
I used the facilities and washed my hands, blotting at my makeup and reapplying my lipstick. I was so glad that Johnny was doing so well with my parents; even if my mom was being rude to him, she had to admit that he had good manners and that he was gorgeous to look at. I took a deep breath and stole a few more moments of relative quiet; no one was in the restroom, and I knew that I’d have to put on my best smile as soon as I walked out of there. I thought about Johnny’s big truck out there in the parking lot, about the way he handled himself; I hadn’t had to tell him about which fork to use, or what to do with his utensils when he was done. He hadn’t made the mistake of looking irresponsible by drinking and driving, he had hit all the right notes with my dad, and everything was right with the world around me.
I stepped out of the bathroom finally and saw Johnny standing a few feet away, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I told them that I actually needed to use the facilities too,” he said, coming towards me quickly. There was no one in the hallway, and as he moved in to kiss me, I felt my heart beating faster. One of the waiters, one of the club members, could come along at any moment and see Johnny with his arms wrapped around me, his lips sealed to mine. He deepened the kiss, his hands starting to wander along my curves—nothing that he wouldn’t do in the middle of the quad on campus, but enough to make my body heat up all over.
He broke away from my lips, both of us breathing heavy. “Where can we go?” Johnny asked me, his voice low, tense with desire. I looked around. There was a coatroom nearby; I had actually worked it as my first summer job when I was 15—I knew there would be no one in there. I took Johnny by the hand and led him through the hall quickly. If anyone who worked at the club saw us, they’d know what we were up to immediately, and they’d probably throw us out.
As soon as Johnny saw the sign on the half-open door, he grinned. “Perfect.” He pulled me in with him and I shut the door behind us, tingling all over at the naughtiness of what I knew we were going to do. I’d known a couple of boys who brought girls into the cloakroom before; most of them had gotten caught, and their parents had been shamed for weeks for the fact that their sons couldn’t manage proper decorum. It was even worse for the girls who let themselves be talked into going in there—they were labeled as sluts, shunned by the hoity-toity club members.
Johnny pushed me up against the door, pressing his hips against mine, pinning me there as he kissed me again, touching me all over. “I’ve been distracted all night, seeing you in that dress, thinking about what you look like underneath it,” he murmured against my lips. He cupped my breasts, giving them a squeeze through the fabric, and I moaned, my pussy already starting to get wet as he dipped his head to kiss and nip along the column of my throat.
“My—my parents love you,” I said, my breath hitching in my chest as Johnny nuzzled against the tops of my breasts, kissing along my cleavage. It wasn’t a very revealing dress—I knew my parents would have been appalled if I had chosen something that was too short, or with a neckline too low—but it was enough that Johnny could slip one hand down the front and tease my nipple with his fingers, or reach up underneath the hem and start stroking me through my panties.
“How much would they love me if they knew I was about to screw your brains out in a closet?” He asked, chuckling.
“Probably not very much,” I said. Johnny laughed again, kissing me on the lips while his hands slipped my panties down underneath my dress. I reached down and found the ridge of his erection at the front of his dress pants, rubbing him up and down through the fabric. The idea of having sex with him right here, with everyone my parents cared about only a few yards away from us, was so incredibly thrilling that for a moment I almost wanted to get caught. It would serve my mom right, after she’d been so snotty to Johnny about playing hockey.
Johnny moaned against my neck as we both touched each other, getting hotter and hotter by the minute, more and more turned on. He pulled me away from the closed door and turned me around, pushing me up against the wall. “We’ll have to be fast,” he said, panting as he pulled my hips back. He lifted my skirt up over the curve of my ass, and I heard his zipper in the close quiet of the coat closet as he tugged it down. “I just wish I could get you fully naked. God, Becky; you’re so fucking hot.” Johnny reached up between my legs and started fingering me, rubbing my clit with one finger while two others plunged deep inside of me, making me moan and push my hips back to get better contact.
I barely held myself up against the wall as I felt him guiding his hot, hard cock up against me, rubbing along my slick folds, teasing me from behind. I had never had sex like this—never in public—and I had always been too scared to try it from behind. Johnny thrust into me hard and fast, filling me up in one quick movement, and I let out a groan as his heat pushed into me, deep inside, deeper than I’d ever taken him before. I found myself instinctively pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning louder, panting,
as he pounded into me, harder and faster with every movement of our bodies together. I could feel the cold air brushing against my ass and thighs, feel his pants tickling the backs of my knees, I could hear the slapping, wet sounds of our bodies moving together and both of our louder and louder moans as we got more and more turned on.
One of Johnny’s hands gripped my hip tightly, while the other one reached up to play with my breasts, squeezing and teasing them through the fabric of my clothes. I cried out in pleasure as he reached around to play with my clit, hammering into me, his cock rubbing against my g-spot with almost every thrust of his hips. In moments I was coming, gasping and crying out, not even caring if anyone heard me, almost wishing that they could. I felt Johnny’s body tense up, his hands tightening on me, and then I felt the flood of heat and stickiness as he reached his own orgasm, shooting deep inside of me as the waves of pleasure washed through me over and over again.
We only took a couple of moments to catch our breath, and I took a mirror out of someone’s purse in the coat room, checking to make sure my makeup wasn’t too smudged. Johnny snatched someone’s handkerchief and wiped the lipstick off of his face where I had kissed him, giving me a mischievous grin as we both composed ourselves. I pulled up my panties, but I could still feel the wet stickiness, the oozing slippery feeling of his come and my fluids mingling, almost dripping out of me to soak my panties.
I told Johnny to let me go back to the table first and then come back after me; my parents greeted me as if they had no clue what had happened, as if they didn’t even suspect anything could possibly be amiss. I wondered to myself if any of the staff at the country club had heard us screwing like teenagers in the coat room—but if they had, we’d surely have been interrupted. Johnny came back to the table and through the rest of the dinner, we exchanged knowing glances, and I felt my cheeks heating up every time I shifted on the chair and felt the wet feeling between my legs, the little bit of soreness deep in my hips. I was happier than I had been in years.
Chapter Ten
Finally, we were on our way back to the dorms, driving away from the country club and my oblivious parents in Johnny’s car. I was so relieved that he had done so well with them, that my parents couldn’t possibly have very much to say against him. Apart from the fact that he screwed you silly in the coatroom, I thought, grinning to myself. But my parents didn’t know that. It seemed like for the first time, I could have what I wanted and make my parents happy all at the same time. “So what gives; how are you able to keep your cool when people are being so rude to you?”
Johnny laughed. “Your mom, you mean?” I nodded. “She’s entitled to her opinion about hockey. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before, and besides—lots of guys in hockey are big, dumb idiots missing half their teeth.” I chuckled. “I know she’s worried about you and wants what’s best for you, so it’s not like I can take offense. Besides, your dad’s a Sens fan. All it will take to get in his good graces for good is a few comped tickets to some of our games.”
“You know, I had no idea at all that he liked hockey. He never mentioned it, and I guess he must have watched the games on his own.” Johnny gave me a playful look.
“So where did you pick up your great love of hockey from then?” he asked me. I blushed.
“Okay, so I might have lied a little about how much I love it. But when a hot guy asks you if you like the sport they play, any girl with half a brain would say yes.” Johnny laughed out loud, throwing his head back.
“I knew it! I knew you were lying about how much you love hockey. Does your roomie even know anything about it?” I chuckled.
“We were looking everything up on Google at the last game,” I admitted, hanging my head in pretend shame. “But I did learn what your position is and why it’s so important. In fact, I believe that I am going to buy myself a Steel jersey and wear it around campus.” Johnny laughed again, shaking his head.
“If you want one, I have extras. I’ll give you one. That’s better than buying it anyway; you’ll have one of the only real ones on campus.”
We made our way back to the college, talking about the dinner; Johnny mentioned that the only time he had ever eaten so well in his life was right before prom, and that my parents could invite him to dinner any time, and he’d put off any responsibility to have the perk of being able to get filet mignon for nothing. He told me about his training diet, which I had kind of noticed when we’d had dinner together the other night, and from the few times I’d seen him eating—it was serious business, keeping a team of hockey players in shape, something I hadn’t considered.
Our conversation started to wander back to our relationship, and I found myself smiling as Johnny told me that he was really glad he’d come to meet my parents, not just for the free meal, but to show me that he was actually serious about me. “I know you were nervous about asking me,” he said, giving me a little smile, “but it’s a good thing overall.”
“Well we’ve only seen each other a couple of times. I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of…relationship leech or something, latching onto you and trying to make you commit after only one real date.” Johnny snorted.
“From the first time I saw you, I wanted you to be my girlfriend,” he told me, merging onto the interstate highway that would bring us back to campus. “If you hadn’t gotten lost the first day of classes, I would have found a way to talk to you again.” I felt tingly all over, warm, and more comfortable than I ever had with Johnny before. “Do you have any idea how special you are, Becky?” I shrugged.
“I’m really not that special. Just another cute upper-class brat who’s trying to get away from her parents.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “You’re not just cute and you’re not a brat. You’re sweet and beautiful and funny. You’re learning about hockey just so you can be involved in that part of my life.” Johnny shook his head, smiling the same way I was sure I was smiling. “I never thought in a million years I’d meet a girl like you in college. I figured I’d have to wait until after I graduated and date like a thousand girls to find someone like you.” I blushed.
“Well, we were both really lucky I backed into you then, weren’t we?” Johnny grinned.
“I might have helped that along a little bit,” he admitted. “I saw you—just for a second—and when you went to put away your tray, I made sure to get as close behind you as possible, so at least you’d end up running into me somehow.” I laughed.
“And here I thought it was the stupidest kind of random chance! Have you been stalking me, Johnny Steel?” Johnny shrugged.
“Not stalking. I just kind of…tried to put myself in your way a little bit. I’m lucky you didn’t find me completely repulsive when you found out I was a hockey player.” He reached out and took my hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “You know, in all seriousness, I’ve kind of started thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.” My eyes widened. This was way more serious than I had even started to think.
“Oh, yeah? Like you off playing away games for some pro team like the Preds while I stay at home with the kids, polishing your trophies?” Johnny shook his head.
“I know you want to have a career. If you weren’t that kind of woman, I don’t think I’d like you as much. All the girls going to school to get their ‘Mrs.’ degree kind of turn me off.” He gave my hand another quick squeeze, changing lanes to get into one a little less busy and speeding up. “If we do find a way to stay together, and if everything works out between us, I’d want us to be equals, always.” I smiled to myself, starting to picture it in my head. Johnny, either playing hockey or going into a career; me working as a teacher, or joining Greenpeace and doing my part. It was a pretty picture in my mind, and it took me through the rest of the drive home, happy and pleased with the fact that Johnny had picked me out of all of the girls at the school.
Later that night, back in the dorms, I lay curled up in my bed, wishing that I’d had the nerve to bring Johnny with me or to g
o back to the frat house with him. Georgia had fallen asleep in the common area, sprawled on the couch watching TV, and I’d gotten out of my clothes and taken a quick shower to get all the product out of my hair and makeup off of my face before turning in.
In spite of the fact that everything was going so well, I couldn’t sleep. There was something tugging at the back of my mind, something about Johnny. He was almost too good to be true. The fact that he already thought he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me was thrilling—but it also made me nervous. I thought about what he had said; about the fact that he had mentioned wanting to find a way for us to stay together. There was something about that that bugged me, though I couldn’t exactly think of why. He’s an upperclassman, I told myself in the darkness. Of course he’s going to be worried; he’s graduating much sooner than you are, and that would make it harder to be together. Out of nowhere, somehow, the story of Claire White flickered through my mind.
There was only one thing for it; obviously, Johnny didn’t want to talk about it. I’d have to do some digging on my own. I got up, slipping out of my bed. I wished that I hadn’t left my laptop in the common area—but I would just have to be careful not to wake Gigi up. I padded into the living room as quietly as I could and felt around near the chair I’d been using earlier in the day until my hands landed on the laptop. I opened it up carefully, cringing and looking over at Georgia; she didn’t wake up, even when the tone chimed in the air. I opened up a browser and searched for Claire White.
I found an article referencing her suicide, and followed it to a memorial page dedicated to her. It was such a shame, I thought, looking at the pictures of her. She had seemed so happy. I read through the comments, trying to find some hint of why the nasty redhead would have mentioned Johnny—it was a tragedy for him, wasn’t it? To lose a girl he loved? I frowned as I saw one comment talking about “those boys who hurt Claire” and how it was a good thing that there were charges coming against them. What boys? If Johnny was her boyfriend, how could anyone else have been involved? I kept scanning and finally my gaze fell on a mention of Johnny’s name. The comment was by an anonymous person, and I shivered as I read it. “It’s a good thing those others are facing jail time, but I can’t believe Johnny Steel got off scot free. What he put that girl through wasn’t love, and he should be right in that jail with the rest of them.”