Hockey Is My Boyfriend: Part One (11 page)

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, a simile is another writer’s tool for description. Usually, there is an element of exaggeration. For example if ‘the man ate like a horse’ he does not literally chew hay with his mouth only.” Mr. Fox paused for laughter, but there was none; it was Friday afternoon, and half the class wasn’t even paying attention. He continued, “It triggers a mental image for the reader. If I say that ‘she was as skittish as a newborn calf,’ what image does that conjure in your mind?”

Kelly. That was the image in conjured in my mind. Skittish was the best word to describe how she had been acting lately. She was clearly avoiding being alone with me. Last night, she bolted from the car as soon as we pulled into her driveway, and she kept suggesting group stuff for our dates. When I put my arm around her on Saturday, she had actually flinched. I felt like I was making her nervous, but that seemed ridiculous.

It was like Kelly had all these rules in her head, but I had to figure them out. When I could hold her hand, kiss her, touch her. It was like walking through a minefield. To be honest, most chicks were the opposite. They liked to be the aggressor. I figured it was the new feminism or whatever, but I wasn’t complaining. Now things were flipped. I wanted to touch Kelly all the time, and she kept backing off.

We had been dating for almost two months now, and I thought I had been pretty patient about taking things slow. Last week was my birthday, and I was hoping that my birthday present was going to be… Kelly. But she handed me concert tickets instead. I really liked Sloan, but I liked Kelly a lot more. Yet, I got the feeling that Kelly wanted it too, but something was holding her back.

English was our last class, so we walked home together.

“I told you I’m going to Hoff’s for poker tonight, right?”

She nodded. Kelly never seemed to mind if I did my own thing, since she was pretty independent.

“What are you up to?” I asked.

“Not too much. I don’t have the car tonight because my parents are going out, so I might hit the gym and then call Charmaine. See if she wants to watch a movie together.”

“Wait, your parents are going out?”

She nodded.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Why? You’re busy.”

“Kelly, we never get to be alone. I’m cancelling Hoff and coming over after dinner.”

“But Phil, we won’t get to be alone. My brother’s home, and besides—” She scrunched her nose. “My dad said specifically that I wasn’t supposed to have you over when they weren’t there.”

I touched her soft cheek with the back of my hand. “Kel, he doesn’t have to know.”

“I guess. But I’ll have to convince my brother not to tell.”

After swimming practice, I showered, ate, and then walked over to Kelly’s place. Well, ran actually. She opened the door and looked pissed off.

“This has been a major negotiation. First, I had to walk down to Cho’s and get Roger junk food. Then I had to agree to mow the lawn for him this weekend.” She rolled her eyes. “And, finally, we both have to play Risk with him.”

Great, only the longest game known to man. I put my arms around her and hugged her. “Thanks for doing all this, Kel. I can help you with the lawn if you want.” I bent down and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and she tasted like minty toothpaste.

“You guys ready to play?”

Kelly pushed me away. “Oh hey, Roger. Yeah, we’re ready.”

He beamed. “I’ve got the game all set up in the family room.”

“Okay, we’ll be right in.” I held Kelly’s hand as she led the way into the kitchen. She opened the fridge. “You want a drink or something?”

I nodded, and she got a couple of Snapples out for us. We went to see Roger, who had the game completely set up with all the armies arranged in neat rows. He also had a big bowl beside him, with what looked like a nauseating mix of gummy bears and Doritos.

“Do I have to explain the game to you, Phil?” he asked seriously. Roger was a funny kid. He seemed way younger than Kelly, but there were only a few years between them. They looked alike with their dark brown hair and eyes, tanned skin, and slim builds, but they were completely different. He was into computer games, drawing manga, and model-building. Kelly was happiest when she was outside and doing something physical. Still, they seemed to get along fine, except maybe tonight.

“I know the rules, bud,” I told him.

We started choosing countries. I had a strategy in mind, and that was to do the opposite of what I’d normally do. I started by choosing random territories all over the board. Kelly concentrated on South America and Roger went for Australia. Then we started playing. Roger attacked both of us and won a stronghold in Australia and Asia. I mainly attacked Kelly and kept going until I had only a few soldiers left in most of my territories in North America. She gave me a funny look, and then started decimating me.

“Holy smokers, Phil. You should know better than that,” she told me. “A few more rolls, and I’m going to have all your cards.”

I got up and went towards the kitchen. “Kelly, can you give me a hand in here? Just for a sec.”

She nodded and followed me. “What’s up? Are you looking for something?”

I asked in a low voice, “What are you doing out there?”

“Winning at Risk! Something you seem to be unable to do.” She punctuated this with a fist pump.

“I’m trying to lose. And unless you want to spend all the time until your parents get home playing board games, maybe you should too.”

“Oh.”

Fifteen minutes later the game was over and Roger was gloating. “I think that’s only the second time I’ve beaten you, Kelly.” She didn’t look too happy since she was insanely competitive.

“You watching TV now, bud?” I asked him.

“No, I’m going to work on my Warhammer.” He pointed to a table of tiny figures, tiny paintbrushes, and tiny jars of paint. He sat down and was engrossed right away.

I took Kelly’s hand and led her up to her room. She looked a little nervous as I closed the door. We both sat down on the edge of her single bed. I put my arm around her, and I could feel the tension in her body.

“Kel, what’s wrong? You don’t have to be afraid, you can set the pace here.”

Kelly leaned her head against my shoulder. “I’m not scared, I’m worried.”

“You don’t have to be worried. When are your parents coming home?”

She looked down at her watch. “Not until eleven.”

“Relax.” I lifted up her chin and kissed her. Her kiss was tentative at first, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine. We fell onto the bed, making out.

I reached up to cup her tits, and Kelly responded big time. She moaned and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I thought she wanted to take things slow, but it sure didn’t feel like it.

I unbuttoned her sweater, and pulled it open. Then I reached under her t-shirt, only to find a tank top.

“Why do you wear so many clothes?” I asked, as I ran my hand under the tank and onto her bare stomach. It was like she had armour on, and underneath her skin was so soft.

“I don’t know. I don’t like to wear revealing stuff.” That was okay with me normally, but right now it was a little frustrating. She sat up and pulled off the last two tops, then lay back down beside me. Her bra was pink, which was so not Kelly that I smiled.

She smiled back at me. “Now you take off your shirt.”

I pulled off my t-shirt, and she ran her hands over my chest. “Very nice, Phil.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t my boyfriend then. Now I have to look at you sexually.”

I laughed. Kelly’s unpredictability was the best. I reached a hand back and undid her bra.

“Wow, you’re kind of expert at that,” she said, and she didn’t sound too happy. But I wasn’t totally listening because I was easing her bra off. Oh fuck, her tits were amazing. I’d imagined them before, but the reality was even better. Her tits were round and firm, and her dark nipples were pointing up at me. I reached out both hands up to cup them, feeling their soft weight.

I bent my head down and sucked on one nipple, while squeezing her other tit in my hand. Kelly arched her back, and murmured, “Oh yeah.” She started grinding her pelvis into mine. Not that I needed any encouragement, my cock had been rock-hard from the second we lay down on the bed. I kept sucking until both her nipples were hard little nubs, and then I cupped her tits, pulling out the nipples with my thumb and forefingers. Kelly loved that too, and she started rubbing herself against me even harder. “Oh Phil, fuck, that feels great.”

I let go to start taking off her jeans, but Kelly opened her eyes and said, “My turn.” She sat up and pushed me down onto the bed, then started tonguing my nipples, alternating between kissing and sucking. That felt great, but what was better was watching her do all this. Her long hair tickled my chest, and she was so beautiful. It was a dream come true.

She started working her way down my stomach, and ran her hand down over my jeans. My cock leaped up to greet her and she laughed. She sat up and her tits bobbled as she leaned forward to undo my belt and unzip my jeans. Her finger traced the line of hair down from my navel to the tops of my boxers. She stopped for an agonizing moment, and then smiled at me. In one swift movement, she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and freed my cock.

She took it in her hands, and started stroking it. Her touch was soft and tentative. Then she leaned over and kissed the tip. Oh yeah.

Kelly turned and saw me watching her.

“Do you want me to suck it?” she asked.

Was she fucking kidding me? That was only something I’d jerked off to for years. Fuck yes. “Uh, sure.”

I reached down and yanked off my jeans and underwear completely, then lay back down. I kept my head up so I could watch. Kelly bent her head down and began by licking up and down the length of my cock. When my cock was all wet, she wrapped her hand around it and started jerking it. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently. It felt so good, and then she sucked harder and I thought I’d lose my fucking mind.

Kelly kept sucking and jerking, varying the rhythm but gradually getting faster and faster. Oh man, it was incredible. She looked up at me, like she had a question. I hoped it was whether I wanted to come in her mouth, because I couldn’t hold off another second. I came hard, and all the energy drained out of me.

I collapsed back on the bed. Kelly wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and then laid her head on my chest. I liked the feeling of her soft hair on my skin. I wrapped my arms around her and we lay there for a while. I liked that we didn’t have to talk, we could relax and enjoy the moment.

A few minutes passed, and I felt ready to get back to it. I reached down and put one hand on Kelly’s ass. She raised her head and smiled. I hooked a finger down her jeans and felt her warm skin and silky panties.

Then the phone rang downstairs and she pushed me off her in a panic. “Oh my God. It’s so late. That must be my parents.”

It was only 10:30. “Well, don’t worry. If they’re calling they’re not home. And they can’t see you.” She hurried into her clothes, so I started getting dressed too.

“Kelly, telephone for you,” her brother called up.

“Phew. Not my parents.”

I shook my head. “You need a cell.”

She nodded. “Tell me about it.” Then, she went downstairs. I sat on the bed for a minute, wondering if she’d come right back up. Since I was thirsty, I decided to follow her down to the kitchen. Just before I went around the corner, I heard her lowered voice.

“Please, Nicklas, stop calling me. I’m really sorry, but I told you the truth and I wish you’d stop trying to second-guess me.”

There was a long pause, and then she spoke again. “No. That has nothing to do with it. It wouldn’t make any difference. Goodbye.”

I heard the click as she disconnected, and then she sighed. She walked out of the room and right into me.

“What wouldn’t make a difference?”

“Phil! Were you eavesdropping?”

“No. I came down to get a drink, and then… well, yeah, then I was eavesdropping. But I didn’t come down to spy on you or anything. Why is that douche still calling you?”

She made a face at me. “He still can’t believe I’d break up with him over a hockey game.”

I laughed. “Then he doesn’t know you very well. It’s your raison d’être.” But I realized that didn’t explain everything.

“So why does he think you broke up with him?”

Kelly started blushing. “Phil, do I ask you about your many millions of ex-girlfriends?”

“You can if you want.”

“I don’t want.” She got us both glasses of ice water.

“Tell me, Kel.”

She shook her head. “Why do you care?” Then she relented. “He thinks it’s because he pressured me too hard, to, well—you know. And he keeps telling me what a player you are, and that you’re going to hurt me.”

“So have I got this right—he knows you have a new boyfriend and he keeps calling you?”

“It’s not like he’s calling me every night. I think he calls when he’s been drinking a lot or something.”

“This is fucked. If you can’t get rid of him, I will. Give me his cell number.”

Kelly looked stressed. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “Don’t get upset, Phil. I’m not doing anything to encourage him. Maybe I could be ruder, but I feel sorry for him.”

“Aww, Kel.” I hugged her back. She felt so good against me. I was being a tool. “You’re too nice to be mean to anyone.”

“Kelly,” Roger called from the family room. “I think Mom and Dad are home.”

“Shit,” she said, looking around desperately. “I’m in such trouble.” Maybe she wanted me to sneak out the back door, but my shoes and hoody were still at the front door.

I grabbed her hand and we ran to the family room, threw ourselves on the couch and switched on the tiny television. Moments later, her parents walked in the front door and then into the room.

“Oh hi, uh, Mom and Dad. Jeez, you’re early. Did you have a good time? Everything’s fine here.” Kelly looked completely guilty and she needed to stop talking. She was pretty much the world’s worst liar. Next she’d probably offer to take a semen breathalyzer.