Growing up with the Sitter

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Oh my,” she said softly, and gripped my cock through the thin cotton of my underwear. “Oh my,” she repeated.

  I groaned softly from her touch, and part of me told my brain I should put an end to this now. Because if she continued touching me this way, I was soon going to reach the point where I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself.

  Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of my boxers and she stretched it outwards. This gave my cock enough room to get free, and it sprang to vertical, sticking up out of my underwear in a rigid curve.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered softly, and curled her hand around the middle of the shaft. Her fingers looked tiny in comparison, and didn’t come close to reaching all the way around.

  I groaned again as I thought about who was touching me like this. Little Sarah from next door? It seemed impossible, yet here she was.

  “I need to taste you,” she whispered urgently, then bent her head down into my lap. I grunted as I felt her tongue flick over the slitted hole at the tip.

  “Oh yeah,” I breathed.

  I needed to stop this right now.

  Then her mouth closed over my swollen cockhead, and all thoughts of ending this with Sarah vanished as I felt the exquisite pleasure flow through me. I stared down raptly at the incongruous sight of the girl who I knew as my next-door neighbor for most of my life stretching her lips around the knob of my cock.

  She used her tongue on the sensitive underside as she held her mouth still, and I groaned softly from the sensation. When she turned her pretty green eyes up to me and watched as she sucked, it was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen.

  Then she began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down the top few inches of my erection. Her glistening saliva coated my skin as her tight mouth bumped over the prominent ridge, back and forth, sending jolts of ecstasy through my body. All the while she kept her tongue moving, licking over that most sensitive spot.

  “Oh god,” I grunted, and she smiled around my shaft as she continued to stare up at me. I guess she finally realized I wasn’t going to stop her, but the truth was I’d made that decision the instant her lips touched my cock.

  Or maybe it was when I first saw her at my door earlier tonight. Perhaps I knew at that very moment that we were going to end up like this. Professional hockey players are presented with many opportunities to sample beautiful young women, and I admit I’d taken my fair share of tastes. But when I saw Sarah for the first time in three years standing next to her mother on my doorstep, I knew she was more beautiful and sexy than all of them.

  She lengthened her strokes, taking me deep until my spongy knob lodged against the back of her throat, then all the way back up until just her lips were touching the very tip. Up and down, up and down, she sucked me slowly but urgently, keeping her mouth tight as it glided over my iron-hard shaft.

  My mind went back to that night seven years ago, when it was Rachel on the floor between my knees. I glanced up at the stairs, half expecting to see eleven-year-old Sarah peeking through the railings at us. In my mind I could almost see her, her wide, green eyes staring down at the mysteries she was seeing.

  And now here she was, completing the circle and taking Rachel’s place in this little tableau. It was so surreal, I wondered if I was dreaming all of it.

  She must’ve noticed where I was looking, because she slid her mouth off the end of my dick and smiled up at me.

  “Is she watching?” she asked with a grin. “That nosey little girl?”

  I looked up again, then back down at her beautiful face as I smiled. “No, we’re in the clear.”

  She giggled softly. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

  “If I knew how good it felt, I would’ve been dreaming about it too.”

  She laughed again and flicked her tongue over the tip of my dick. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  “What about you?”

  She shook her head. “Tonight is all about this. Making my fantasy come true.”

  “I could return the favor.”

  “Next time,” she said, then lowered her face back onto my jutting dick, resuming her motion.

  I groaned as I thought about what she’d just said. “Next time.” Did that mean she wanted more than just this one intimate encounter with me? I wasn’t sure why, but the thought of that made me happy.

  I continued to stare down at her, enjoying the dual pleasure of her touch combined with the sight of her pretty face. My pleasure was rising by the moment, drawn from my depths by her magical mouth. I knew that if she kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before I was doing what she asked me to do – filling her mouth with a load of my seed.

  A faint squeal from the television drew my attention, and I looked up to see that Tyler and I were still catching football in his backyard, but now a third person had joined us – five-year-old Sarah. She was running back and forth between us, trying to get the ball, and we were playing keep-away.

  We were both laughing at her, making fun of her feeble attempts to get the ball, but I noticed she was laughing too, enjoying the attention she was getting from the two older boys in her life. She looked so happy, and smiled so wide as she ran back and forth, her red hair flowing behind her.

  And so pretty too. How could I have missed that? It was like she was hidden in plain sight, right under my nose the entire time. Yes, she’d changed since then, but the beautiful woman she’d transformed into had always been there right below the surface.

  I looked between the girl on the screen, and the one kneeling between my legs, taking in their similarities and differences. One thing they had in common was their happiness with what they were doing. Whether it was five-year-old Sarah chasing the ball, or eighteen-year-old Sarah sliding her lips up and down my cock, she was happy doing it. And I got the feeling I had something to do with that.

  How could I have been so blind?

  I groaned as I felt the pleasure nearing the breaking point. Sarah’s mouth was relentless, gripping me tightly as she slurped over my skin. This was obviously not her first time doing this, but I didn’t want to contemplate that – the thought of her doing this with some other guy. For some reason, I experienced jealousy over a woman who I’d only considered a friend until a few hours ago.

  “Oh yeah,” I grunted. “Almost there.”

  She closed her eyes and focused, using all of her skills to give me pleasure. I moved my hands to her head, taking two fistfuls of her hair and causing her to moan around my dick. But I continued to let her set the pace, pushing me closer and closer to the point of no return.

  That knot of pressure twisted and tightened inside of me, gathering strength for the coming explosion. I began to pant, the world beginning to go away as the pleasure neared critical mass. All that mattered was Sarah’s mouth on me, and even if her mother came downstairs at this moment, we wouldn’t be able to stop.

  “Oh yeah, yeah, ohhh, ohhh.” I felt myself teetering on the edge of the abyss, time seeming to stop for a moment.

  Then my climax exploded through me, causing me to grunt as my body jerked. My cock pulsed with a powerful throb, and then rocketed the first jet of cum against Sarah’s throat.

  I groaned and thrashed, barely remembering her parents were just upstairs so I had to stifle my cries. My body bucked and I gripped her hair even tighter as my cock continued to spurt rapid-fire salvos of my seed against her throat.

  She held me deep, her throat working as she swallowed what I was giving her. It was such a beautiful sight, seeing her familiar and pretty face so placid and content, her eyes closed as my balls pumped their load into her mouth.

  It seemed to go on and on, my ab muscles rippling as my orgasm raged. Just as the last soft spurt of my seed oozed onto her tongue, she cried out softly and began to shudder.

  I tilted my head and looked down, and saw that her jeans were open and unzipped, and her hand was down in her panties. She’d been rubbing herself the whole time, and h
ad waited for me to climax before she did.

  She moaned and panted, her face twisting into a grimace of pleasure as her orgasm rolled. I released her hair from my grip and used my fingers to comb it, gently caressing her as she twitched and groaned from her pleasure.

  Finally, it was over, and she used the last of her strength to climb up into my lap, allowing her limp body to relax against me. She nuzzled her face against my chest and closed her eyes, both of us recuperating from our exertions.

  After a few minutes, I spoke.

  “I would have done that for you.”

  “Mmm,” she said, mumbling with her eyes still closed. “That was part of it. I touched myself so many times while thinking of doing that to you, it just felt natural.”

  “God, you’re so sexy.”

  She snuggled closer to me. “I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”

  I tightened my arm around her. “Me neither. Tomorrow night, after the game. I want you to come to my house.”

  She nodded. “It’s a date.”

  Chapter 10

  NHL players are required to show up early on the day of a home game, and with the Avalanche we were supposed to be there two hours before puck drop. But today the NHL Network had requested a dual interview with Tyler and me, so I got there a half-hour before I had to.

  I’d gotten Lori out of my house that morning, calling her a cab and giving the driver a hundred dollars and telling him to take her wherever she wanted to go. I was sad to see Tobias leaving, but when I tried to give him a hug goodbye, Lori pulled him away from me. He was crying as they drove away, and Lori gave me the finger through the cab’s window.

  I felt bad for the kid, but a sense of relief washed over me as the cab disappeared around a corner.

  When I got to the Pepsi Center, the arena where the Avalanche play, the folks from the NHL Network were waiting for me. The interviewer was Traci McFaddon, the same woman who’d hit on both Tyler and me. This should be interesting.

  We went to the press room, where they’d set up three tall director’s chairs, one each for Tyler and me, with Traci’s in the middle. Tyler was already seated in his, so I walked to mine and sat down.

  I leaned towards him and offered him a fist bump.

  “Hey, dude,” I said, “that was a great dinner last night. We have to do that more often.”

  To my surprise, he didn’t even look at me, let alone return my bump.

  I felt a small twist in my gut. Something was wrong.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  He continued to ignore me, staring straight ahead.

  “Tyler?”

  Traci came over to stand in front of us, smiling wide with impossibly white teeth.

  “You guys ready to do this?” she asked.

  We both nodded.

  “Here’s what I want to talk about,” she said. “We obviously want to play up the angle of you two growing up as friends, and now playing for different teams. I want to explore what goes through your head when you’re on the ice against each other. This will be recorded and shown in the pre-game.”

  We both nodded again. I glanced over at Tyler and saw he was staring at Traci and ignoring me. My stomach twisted again.

  Traci turned back to her camera guy. “You ready?”

  When he gave her a thumbs up, she took her seat in the chair between us. As the cameraman counted down, she looked at both of us, then said in a low voice, “Damn, this is just like my fantasy, being between you two.”

  I lifted an eyebrow in her direction as the cameraman reached zero and pointed a finger at her. She then began her opening spiel, setting up the interview for her viewers. When she was done with that, she turned to me.

  “So, Luke, what’s it like to play against your best friend at this level?”

  “Fun,” I replied. “We’ve played together so much, we pretty much know what the other is going to do. So that adds another level to the game, because he knows what I’m going to do also. But in the end, the goal is to win. We both know that. It’s our jobs, and our friendship has to take a backseat to that, at least temporarily.”

  Traci gave me a smile, then turned to Tyler. “Tyler, how do you feel about that?”

  Tyler stared unsmiling at the camera for a moment, then said, “I’m a professional hockey player. The only friends I have are my teammates. Anyone on the other team is my enemy.”

  Traci seemed slightly surprised by this answer, as was I.

  “But what about your friendship with Luke? Growing up with him? Doesn’t that give you any conflicting emotions when you play against him?”

  Tyler shook his head. “Not at all. It’s my job to beat him, and nothing else matters. Besides, lifelong friendships aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”

  “What do you mean by that?” Traci asked.

  Tyler shrugged. “Just that. I’ve discovered that you can never really know someone, and if you trust them too much, they disappoint you.”

  “Are you talking specifically about Luke?”

  He glanced at me and looked away. “I’d rather not get into any details. Let’s just say I’m really looking forward to being on the ice with my friend tonight.”

  Traci turned back to me with a gleam in her eye. It was obvious she knew she was onto a story here.

  “Luke, how do you react to that?”

  I managed to force a smile. “Like I said, it’s going to be fun.”

  “Is there something going on between you two you’d like to share?”

  I shrugged, feigning ignorance. “Tyler’s my best friend, and always will be.”

  She turned back to Tyler. “How about you? Anything you’d like to share?”

  He turned his head and met my gaze with a cold one. “Like I said, I’ll do my talking on the ice.”

  “And there you have it,” Traci said, speaking to the camera. “Is something going on between these two rising stars we don’t know about? I’m not sure, but I’m definitely not going to miss this game. I have a feeling something very interesting is going to happen.”

  After a few seconds, the cameraman said, “That’s a wrap. Good one, Traci.” He turned the camera away and began fiddling with it.

  Traci looked at both of us. “Camera’s off, guys. Anything you want to talk about?”

  “Nope,” Tyler said.

  “Not me,” I added.

  “Maybe after the game you two would like to come to my hotel room for some personal therapy. Looks like you both could use it.”

  “Fuck this,” Tyler said, and got up and walked off.

  Traci turned to me. “He’s obviously upset about something. Do you know what it is?”

  “Not a clue,” I lied.

  “The offer for some therapy in my hotel room is still on the table.”

  I gotta go,” I said, and stood, then walked away.

  Chapter 11

  During warmups, each team stays on their end of the ice participating in warmup drills. First, we skated in a circle from behind our net out to the center line. The other team was doing the same thing, so I passed Tyler a few times but he refused to look at me. I wanted to talk to him before the game started.

  I got my chance during goalie warmups, where we formed two lines, taking turns skating in on the goalie with the puck and taking a shot. After I took my shot and went to the end of the other line, Tyler was there at the end of his line, just across center ice.

  I skated to him and stopped right in front of him.

  “What’s going on?” I said, keeping my voice low because I knew there were parabolic microphones in the stands, capable of picking up sounds from the game.

  He stared at me, but didn’t reply.

  “This is about Sarah, isn’t it?”

  I saw the anger fill his face. “Of course it’s about Sarah, you fucking idiot.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  “She didn’t tell me anything. Lori called me and told me what happened. How she came downstairs an
d found you two with your tongues in each other’s mouths and your hands in each other’s pants.”

  “That fucking bitch,” I muttered.

  “So you’re not denying it? I asked Sarah about it, and she told me to mind my own fucking business.”

  “No, I’m not denying it.” Actually, I was a bit relieved that he just knew about us making out, and not the blowjob that came later.

  “Fucking asshole,” he spat. “That’s my fucking sister, not some hockey whore.”

  “I know that,” I said. “If you’d just give me a chance to explain.”

  “There’s no explanation, Luke. You crossed a line. We’re not friends anymore.”

  “Tyler, please.”

  “Hey, Stratton! What the fuck are you doing?”

  I turned to see our captain, Gabriel Landeskog, glaring at me.

  “You’re on this team. Get the fuck over here!”

  I turned back to Tyler. “We’ll talk more after the game.”

  “Fuck you,” Tyler replied. “And watch your back.”

  “Do you want to spend the game on the fucking bench?” Landeskog shouted. “I said get over here!”

  I skated back to my captain. “Sorry,” I said.

  He leaned out as I skated by, putting his shoulder into mine and almost knocking me off balance.

  “Get your fucking head in the game, rookie. Head in the game.”

  I got back in line, taking a few more shots on our goalie. As we did our final few laps before heading back into the dressing room, I glanced up into the stands where the seats I’d gotten for my parents and the Cains were. Dad and Mom were sitting next to Mr. and Mrs. Cain, with Sarah in the aisle seat. She was looking at me with concern in her eyes, and I quickly looked away.

  In the locker room, Coach Bednar asked me to step into his office.

  “You having a problem, Stratton?” he asked as I closed the door.

  “No, Coach.”

  “McFaddon showed me the interview you and Cain did. Asked me if I had a comment on it.”