I groaned as my alarm went off. Tired eyes barely opening as I lazily reached over to shut off the high pitched shrill, before it woke up the rest of my quadmates. I yawned and stretched as I looked at the clock.
4:30.
Good. I’d actually waken up. I quietly slipped out of bed, pulling off my shirt and shorts in the dark, knowing they were all asleep. I got my underwear, tights and long sleeved shirt that I had prepared last night.
I was determined to get a head start. Honestly yesterday’s practice had been embarrassing. Nobody was mean, but also nobody seemed to expect much from me. At one part, I wondered which would hurt the most. The meanness or the pity.
The pity. Truly the pity.
Was I really the worst skater on the team? Did it matter if I was on the best team, if I myself was mediocre?
I had to get my shit together.
And to be honest, I’d stopped practicing like I used to. I’m serious, I’d been on the verge of calling it quits this summer, until that phone call.
I quickly tied my shoes and rushed to the mirror. I splashed cold water on my face to bring some life to my face. I applied toner and brushed my teeth quickly. Remembering I was going to sweat, I reached for my glycolic acid and rubbed it under my arms. I’d stopped wearing deodorant 2 years ago. Trust me, I’m no hippie child. But when I tell you that glycolic acid, you know the toner you use for your face works as a deodorant, you’re just going to have to try it to find out. Besides, I was a naturally sweaty person. I sweat all the time. I still sweat, but don’t smell like sweat. If you still smell like sweat, trust and believe it’s your clothes. Washed in baking soda was my mother’s tried and true method. Anyways enough of the hygiene lesson. I needed to get on my skating lesson.
I was sure to be the only person up in the ice rink at this time. No pressure to look nice for anybody. But this was also the perk of living on campus as much as I wanted to take Kelly’s offer to move into her apartment. I didn’t have a car, so this 5 minute walk to the ice rink was going to be super convenient. Also my card swiped. Well all official skaters cards swiped as it was a deal the coaches made with the school.
But from what I heard, nobody took the opportunity to practice at ridiculous hours, at least not without any upcoming competitions.
This was the perfect time for me.
Practice without the pressure of performing.
My ass was getting sloppy.
I knew I was.
I couldn’t keep embarrassing myself like this. Nope. Do better. This was for the people.
I admit I was a little disappointed to not be alone when I entered the rink and saw the lights were on. The sound of skates on ice, let me know another person was there.
Maybe I wasn’t the only person that had to get my shit together. Surely they wouldn’t mind sharing the rink.
I lifted my chin up confidently and put a smile on my face as I sat on the bench to put on my skates.
His back was to me as I was tying my laces, so don’t blame me for being slow to notice. I was admiring his form, his speed, his accuracy as he was putting puck after puck into the goal. He’d placed several pucks at different distances and angles and was doing some sort of drill.
He hadn’t heard me coming in, nor did he know I was watching him. He only wore his skates, sweats, long sleeve shirts and gloves. His growing hair was pulled away from his face with a headband.
My heart raced, I couldn’t help it. Being in his presence was intimidating but exhilarating if it made sense. Like you knew you were in the midst of somebody great.
I carefully walked up to the rink and paused for a second. He still hadn’t turned to notice anybody else was around. He skated backwards around the cones he’d set up as he captured all his pucks, lining them up again.
I didn’t want to interrupt, and it felt like I was intruding.
It really did.
The only part of Gunnar I was familiar with was him hot and horny as he brought me to ecstasy. Even watching him play with his team. I’d only attended that one friendly match. It wasn’t the same. This was more private. This wasn’t him putting on a show for an audience or even for me.
He looked back, turned, and looked back again as if realizing that somebody was in fact at the sideline. Gunnar held his stick in both hands as he glided over to me. I straightened up and put a smile on my face.
“Hey.” He nodded.
“Hey.” I replied.
He didn’t ask but cocked his head questioningly.
“I uhm…came to practice…” I explained nodding at the rink. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
He nodded again. “Yeah, you need to practice.” He stated factly and skated away without a backwards glance.
My mouth dropped. Really? Like no joking? No smile? He’s just gonna…I sighed and closed my eyes as I got on the ice and slowly did my laps. Warming my body up.
“Don’t come on this side. I don’t want to accidentally hit you with the puck.”
I quickly moved back and went back to the other half. Well I didn’t know what I thought this was going to be, but he wasn’t paying me no mind. I was looking much more at him than he was looking at me.
Was I getting shy?
I sighed and stood on my half. No time to get self conscious. Practice.
Back to the basics.
I closed my eyes and brought my hand up. I turned off my hearing aid. Arms out, I pulled my arms and legs in at the same time, quickly snapping a spin and landing perfectly. I put my hand up as I got ready to perform two more waltz to backspin to get my body in the rthymn. To be honest, in a pair all I had to really do as a woman was a double axel. I didn’t really need to do a triple, that was mostly for guys.
But imagine how unique our routine could be if I could land it. Especially if I practiced it and we both nailed it. Otto could do it. I could truly make him happy if I could.
Feeling satisfied with my movements, I easily transition into a waltz jump loop jump combo. I know this would help me with the extra air time I would need for the axel.
After several combos I brought my left leg out to do my back spin jump out. It always made me smile because it made me feel like a spinning top. I skated around and did a couple more back spin when I heard distant noises. I turned and noticed Gunnar waving his hockey stick to get my attention.
I slowed down and turned my hearing aid back on. “Hey.” I acknowledged him breathlessly as I skated a little closer to him.
“Pull you ankles, knees and arms even tighter.” He nodded.
“What?” I asked slightly confused.
“That back spin.” He nodded. “It’s good, but you can get tighter. Keep your arms slightly over your right side.”
I stared at him blankly and he shrugged and turned back around, skating to the goal post on the other side.
I looked at my arms and then back at him. What did he know about figure skating…but like….his advice was very…coach like. His correction sounded very similar to my old coach, may she rest in peace.
I pulled my leg out and spun, pulling in my ankles, knees and arms closer in than I did before, moving my arms slightly over my right. I could feel the extra momentum before I jumped and kicked my leg back. I could feel the difference.
I gasped and turned to him, but he was holding his stick and watching me.
He gave me a slight nod and turned back around.
Oh my…
I did a couple more back spin jump out, feeling a smile come to my face as I felt the extra half spin. Satisfied I moved around into a couple waltz jumps.
“Bigger.”
I turned my head to Gunnar and did another jump.
“Bigger.” He instructed again.
I jumped again.
“Bigger.”
I spun and jumped again.
“Bigger.”
I groaned and came to a stop. “I am jumping bigger.” I stated matter-of-factly
“You’re taller with longer legs.” He stated. “Stop jumping as if you’re only 5’2.”
With that he turned, spun and shot the puck right into the goal.
I stared at him, my heart racing, not at his goal but at his earlier comment. It stung. I swallowed hard and crossed my arms over my chest.
He looked back at me and chuckled. “Did I hurt your feelings?”
I lifted my head and turned away from, arms out I redid my waltz jump.
“Bigger.”
“Shut-up!” I told him in frustration as I came to a stop.
To my surprise he laughed as he gathered up the scattered pucks.
Jerk.
I moved gracefully around my area, getting on a nice steady edge, my arms and hips squared, my knees back, my arms back and jumped outside of my imaginary circle.
“Would look better if your air position was tighter and your knee higher.”
I spun around and turned to him.
He smiled. “What?” He asked as he skated over. To my surprise he circled me teasingly. “The deaf girl can’t handle constructive criticism?”
I clenched my jaws and put my arms around my chest. “You do it.”
“Do what?” he chuckled. “A double or a triple?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he for real? Did he think it was that easy? I scoffed.
He extended his stick to me. “I’m a bit rusty.” He grinned.
I snatched his stick out of his hand, which only seemed to amuse him. I watched as he skated backwards, seemingly warming his body. He spread his arms out, sped up, hit the toe pick, arms in tight, knee high as he spun an effortless double.
My mouth dropped as I held his hockey stick.
He shook his head. “Hold up, I can get a triple. It’s been a while.”
I watched in shock as he did two more doubles, did one slow walk through, before jumping off and hitting a triple. He landed, leg out a satisfied smile on his face, as he skated up to me.
He extended his hand for his hockey stick, but I held on to it tightly, and exhaled.
My pride didn’t come in the way of common sense. I knew when I’d been humbled. I exhaled loudly again.
“I’m sorry.” I lowered my gaze, unable to look him in the eyes even though to be honest. It didn’t seem like he was gloating.
When he made no movements, I lifted my head up to him watching me intensely, his hand still extended for his hockey stick. I quickly gave it back to him.
“How do you…how do you know how to do that?” I asked. “That’s not just a simple skill, like it needs to be taught and learned…explicitly.”
He looked me over for a bit longer and then sighed loudly and looked up. “Mom wanted a figure skater, dad wanted a hockey player, and I wanted them not to get a divorce.” He stated.
I blinked slowly as my lips parted at his nonchalant revelation in which I knew held a lot more depth and meaning than he was letting on.
“Oh.” I whispered.
He grinned. “3 days of figure skating, 3 days of hockey and rest on Sundays.”
I nodded slowly and he chuckled.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He skated around me. “I thought you out of all people would hate to be pitied.”
My head snapped up to him as I spun to follow his movements. “Did they end up getting a divorce?”
He grinned and put his arms out gracefully. “On my 16th fucking birthday.” He took some very nice big crossovers, stepped into the middle of his circle, arms and chest upright, left leg out as he centered himself with a few rotations, slowly pulled in his arms and legs at the same time, left foot off the ice as he did a perfect one foot spin.
These scars ran deep, even through his smile. “Who did you choose?”
He skated up to me and chuckled. “You mean who left?”
I swallowed hard, I knew my eyes were big as I looked up at him. He playfully patted my face with his huge hockey gloves. “Come on, let’s see what you got now.”
I looked at him sheepishly as I skated slowly. “So…try to pull my arms in tighter?”
“Surprised your partner didn’t tell you that.”
“We haven’t skated together since auditions.”
“Maybe he pities you.”
“You know what?” I spun around to him in annoyance.
He stared at me innocently. “Bring that knee up higher. Use your height.”
I rolled my eyes, but took his advice.
“Higher.”
I tried again.
“Your free leg is too slow.”
I jumped again.
“Hit that toe pick.”
I took a deep breath and went full speed into the jump. My heart raced as I pushed my free leg back and landed smoothly on my right foot, gliding backwards.
“Pretty. You follow instructions well.”
I stopped and looked up at him, my heart racing. I didn’t need to ask him. I felt it. I felt it. I hadn’t done a triple in 2 years, which I considered my prime year.
“Again.”
I didn’t hesitate or talk back as I put my hands out and skated, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
“See if you can get a little more speed.”
I sped up.
**
He didn’t ask me to, but I waited for him outside the supply room as he put the equipments away. It was 6:15. Just enough time to get ready for the day without having to rush. I haven’t felt this good about a practice session since the days I truly wanted to become a world renowned figure skater.
Gunnar came out the supply room and I jumped up. If he was surprised to see me waiting for him, he gave no indications as he adjusted his duffle bag, held on to the strap, paused momentarily by my side and kept walking. “You need a ride?”
I shook my head. “I live on east campus. It’s like a 6 minute walk.”
“I can get you there in 3.” He replied.
I walked by his side. “Thanks.”
“For?” He asked as we stepped through the automatic double doors.
“Practice.”
He nodded.
“Do you practice every morning?”
He stopped and turned to me. “Why? You want to come every morning?”
I shrugged. “Maybe like twice a week.”
“Twice a week?” He asked arching an eyebrow at me. “Why don’t you just not come at all?”
My mouth dropped. “I—-well—-four times.”
He chuckled. “I guess if you’re satisfied being average.”
I grabbed his arm as he kept walking. He didn’t slow down, but neither did he pull his arm away.
“Do you practice everyday?”
“And rest on Sundays.” He finished.
I held on to him as I stared at him in awe.
He looked down at me and laughed. “Why do you look so shocked?” He asked. “Name one great athlete who only practices twice a week….”
“I mean…like I practice everyday with…the team and…”
He nodded. “Yeah that’s good…if you like being average.”
“Okay, okay I get it…”
“Do you?” He turned to me.
I released him. “It’s not like I’m trying to be the best goddamn skater in the world, I just….”
“So stop skating.” He ordered.
The rest of my words dropped from my mind at his simple response.
“If you don’t want to be the best, what’s the point?” he asked. “Find something else you want to be the best at, and stop wasting your time.”
“There’s more to life than——“
“Skating?” He finished and shrugged. “Yeah, of course there is…” he smirked at me. “But that’s what mediocre people say.”
I clamped my mouth shut as we got to his truck. He put his bag in the back and nodded at me. “You want the ride?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You think I’m that bad?” I asked seriously. Not realizing how desperately I wanted his honest opinion.
He looked me over and shrugged. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
I lowered my gaze and took a deep breath.
“You getting in?”
I shook my head. “I think I’ll walk.”
“Did I hurt your feelings?” He asked leaning against his truck. I looked up at his serious expression and slowly shook my head.
“Good.” He replied. “What are feelings when you got talent?” He shrugged and opened his door. “Bye Blaise.”
I nodded as he started his car and then rolled down the window.
“Give me your number.”
“What?” I asked caught off guard.
“Your number.” He repeated. “Give it to me.”
I scoffed and put my hands on my hips. “Is that how you ask a girl for her number?”
He had the audacity to pause for a couple seconds, which made the situation more absurd to me.
“Please.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and then shook my head. “That’s not how you ask.”
He held my gaze for a couple seconds as he stared at me as he leaned over his window.
“You’ve seriously never asked a girl for their number?” I asked in annoyance as I crossed my arms over my chest. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “There’s no way that’s true.” I sucked my teeth at him. “You’re just being an ass.”
Gunnar picked up his phone resting in his cup holder and extended it out to me. “Give me your number…please.”
“It’s not give me your number.” I chastised him as I snatched his phone from his hand. “It’s can I have your number please.”
“I know I can have it.” He responded. “It’s a matter of will you give it.”
I looked up at him and held his phone in annoyance. “Do you want the number or not?”
He smiled charmingly at me.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t deny the giddiness creeping in the pits of my stomach. “What do you want it for?” I asked as I put my number and my name and then extended it to him. “A booty call?”
He smirked. “A wake up call.” He replied, putting his phone down on the passenger seat.
I scoffed and narrowed my eyes at him. “Yeah right.”
He chuckled. “So why ask if you know?” He questioned lightly and put his hands on the steering wheel.
I rolled my eyes and turned around.
“What you don’t want to?” he called out.
“Whatever.” I replied back as I kept walking.
He drove his car by me and waved. I smiled and waved back as he left the parking lot.
**
-Hey, what u doing
-Homework. This sounds like a booty call, text, whatever
-it is
-wow.you’re not subtle at all
-want me to be?
-naw it’s fine. i like knowing what im getting myself into
-u wanna cum over? or want me to cum pick u up?
-cum pick me up
-after homework or now?
-give me 20 min
-ok.what building r u?
-east23
-ok
**
I ran my fingers through his soft hair as my eyes rolled back. I tried to control my breathing as my toes curled. My soft breathless whimpers filled his apartment, as I rolled my hips against his face.
The sounds of his confident slow licks and sucking was a the background music in my ears. His sounds were driving me wild. My moans became more pronounced as he brought me closer and closer to my peak. His wet tongue lapped up my swollen numb, before he pulled it into his mouth. I threw my head back he did it again. Digging his tongue between my lower lips and trailing it back up slowly, before going back and forth. I gasped and rotated my hips, to apply more pressure.
I opened my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip as I looked down at him on his knees by his bed, his face between my thighs, his hand inside his boxers. Slowly jerking himself off.
The sight did something to me as I trembled. My fingers digging into his hair as I felt my juices spilling forth. That only caused him to suck it into his mouth with more enthusiasm. My wetness making the noise from his licking even more pronounced.
Oh I was right there. I sucked in air as my eyes squeezed shut, my hips rubbing against his face as I rode out my orgasm.
Gunnar groaned against me as he quickly stood up. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I did to see him shove his boxers down, grab himself and urgently enter me with a satisfied groan. He wiped my wetness from his mouth as he rammed inside me. Closing his eyes, he put his hands on either side of me as he pumped away with loud satisfied moans. I grabbed his waist and felt myself throbbing as he sped up his hip movements.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I swallowed hard in between my panting. Gunnar laid on top of me, cupped my ass and fucked me faster. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck as we both cried out. Another orgasm hit me as he drained himself inside me, jerking and moaning as my walls squeezed around him.
We both took a moment to calm down after the spasms passed through us. He lifted himself but I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in place.
He looked down at me for a couple seconds, before rotating his hips and pumping inside me a couple more times.
I closed my eyes and moaned, reliving the feeling of him filling me.
I smiled as tremors passed through me, giving me gentle wave after wave of pleasure. And kudos to Gunnar for not stopping. He wasn’t flaccid, but he wasn’t as hard as he was when he’d first entered me.
Satisfied at my maximized pleasure, I opened my eyes.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I didn’t think he would have simply been watching me, get off on him. I giggled softly and bit down on my bottom lip.
Gunnar’s mouth went up into a tilted soft smile. “Did you like it?” His hips slowly came to a stop but he didn’t pull out of me.
I nodded
“Say yes.”
“Yes.” I whispered without hesitation, feeling something inside me come forth.
Gunnar clenched his jaws and inhaled sharply. He gripped my ass and gave a couple hard thrusts inside me, before panting loudly and hanging his head. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
I blinked in surprise. He liked that…shit…I liked that.
**
“Thank you.” I took the mango chili LMNT drink he gave me. “You’re so healthy.” I chuckled. “You’re the only college person I know who doesn’t have alcohol in their place.”
He sat next to me an chuckled. “I could get us alcohol if you want.” He put his arm around the couch.
I shook my head and drank the refreshing electrolyte drink. “No, this is better.” I looked up at the T.V. Screen and chuckled. “I can’t remember the last time I watched cartoons.” I admitted.
I felt Gunnar’s hand land softly on my shoulder. I turned my head to him and smiled.
“Did you finish your homework?”
“Yes.”
He smirked as his fingers caressed my shoulder. “Say yes Gunnar.”
I looked at him and chuckled. “Yes, Gunnar…” I replied mockingly.
“Good.” He replied softly. His fingers sent the most pleasant of sensations down my arm as he kept lightly caressing it. “How about you say it again…a little more submissive.”
I cocked my head to the side and stared at him. Why was his voice…why was my body reacting to him in this way? Who was he to boss me around? But then again…why did it spark something in me? He didn’t say anything, not stopping his caressing, not pressuring me, nor repeating himself. He simply watched me, as if testing…waiting, on my reaction.
I swallowed hard. Feeling tingles run through my fingers and toes. “Yes Gunnar.”
I noticed when his breathing grew slightly more shallow. His bottom lip trembled before he swallowed hard and licked it. His gaze unwavering as he held my stare.
What the fuck was going on? Also…what the fuck was I anticipating.
He moved his fingers up my arm, over my shoulder and into my hair.
“Say…”
My heart raced as I waited for his instructions.
“Yes, Master…”
My mouth opened. It was at the tip of my tongue. I think what scared me most was how desperately I wanted to say it.
“I should go.” I whispered quickly and shot up off the couch. His hand dropped from around me. “I uhm…I’m going to go.”
Gunnar nodded and stood up. “I’ll drop——“
“No.” I said quickly as I shook my head and grabbed my purse. “I want to go…by myself….bye.” I don’t think I’d ever ran so fast out of a person’s house. Grateful, he also didn’t follow me. I only took deep breaths when the elevator door closed.
“What the fuck…” I breathed out loudly as I put my hand over my heart. “What was that? No…no don’t even get involved with that type of shit Blaise…master? What the fuck?” I groaned as I closed my eyes. What was I most confused about? The fact that he said it, or the fact that I wanted to say it?
**
Of course I didn’t go the next morning to early morning practice. I wasn’t going to subject myself to that. What the hell type of situation did he want us to be in. And so confidently? Like that the fuck? Is that what they did in Iceland? My ancestors did not fight for their freedom for this shit. Fuck that. White man Master/slave dynamic was so out of pocket. So never anything I would ever participate it. Nothing I would ever want to do. Why did he think that was something I would like huh? Did I look like I just went around worshipping the ground of white folks? Did he think it was okay cause I was a fucking minority? Fucking racist ass piece of shit….and everything else I told myself, just to push away the lingering desire to call him Master and see what he would do.
Blaise…stop.
He didn’t text or call, neither did I. I passed him in the hallway without acknowledging. He didn’t chase me down. I mean…I don’t know. He needed to apologize. An apology was in order. I for hell was not going to go up to him. Fuck that. He was the one acting so out of order. Fucking Icelanders. I saw him talking to Zoe again as we got ready for afternoon practice. I could have been projecting, but I thought I saw him reach out for me.
I ignored him.
I am not that type of person.
“Damn love, that triple was clean!” Otto shook my shoulder as I came off the ice. “That’s insane, have you been practicing?”
I nodded as I looked around the rink, knowing for a fact that he wasn’t there. I dropped down and untied my shoes
“When?” He asked as he put his arm around me. “Blaise, you looked so fucking good out there today.”
I grinned as Kelly hopped on over. Already had gotten off the ice 5 minutes prior. I put my skates in my bag and put on my slides.
“Okay bitch we’re going to a party tonight.”
“What party?” Otto asked as he held me tighter.
Kelly rolled her eyes at him. “A party hosted by a friend, besides you can’t go. Aren’t you flying out with mommy dearest in two hours, to see Mr. Fancy specialized doctor man.”
I chuckled as Otto groaned.
Kelly snatched my hand and pulled me from him. “Besides my girl’s been uptight all day, we need to get her some dick.”
“What?” Otto’s eyes widened.
“What?” I screeched to Kelly in disbelief.
She laughed her maniac laughter and tugged me. “Come on, you gotta come shop in my closet. We need to go get dinner and then get ready. BYE OTTO!”
“By—-Bye!” I waved to Otto.
“Wait…” Otto called out, but his pleas landed on deaf ears.
**
“Okay but why do you think it’s racist?” Kelly asked as she popped her gum and put the one sleeved black dress against me.
“Kelly because…”
“Okay minus the whole American slavery thing.” She said. “I’m like put that aside, did it feel racist…did it feel like….” She trailed off.
“Like he wanted to call me nigger?”
“Yeah.” She nodded as she put the dress on her bed and opened her shoe closet.
I sighed and sat on her bed. “I mean…no…not really…no…”
“Didn’t think so.” She sang. “What if he just likes that shit. It’s pretty popular now you know. People love the Master/slave dynamic in the bedroom.”
I bit down on my bottom lip. “Yeah…but I don’t think…it’s not for me.”
“Okay boo. Like you don’t have to. I’m sure he’ll be fine with it. Use your fucking words. Instead of just hightailing your ass out of there.” She lifted up 6-inch heels.
“Absolutely not.” I shook my head at her. She pouted and put it away.
I groaned and fell back on her bed. “I just should not even have anything more to do with him.”
“I think you’re just scared because he triggered something inside you.” Kelly snickered. “Go be his fucking slave.”
“Kelly…” I sat up and arched an eyebrow at her.
She turned and made a heart with her fingers. “Fine, whatever, tell him no.” She shrugged and pulled her shirt off. Her perky breasts spilling forth. “Help me find something to wear, because I’m trying to be somebody’s fucking slave tonight.”
I laughed at my friend and went to her closet. “Why are you so into this party?”
“Jorge’s hosting it.”
I turned to her, my mouth dropped open. “Kelly!”
“Please!” She begged as she pulled off her tights. “I need to be there. I need to show my face.”
“Gunnar will probably be there.”
“Probably.” She agreed as she picked up a mini light blue dress. “but this isn’t about Gunnar.” She pleaded. “This is about Jorge Hernandez refusing to take me out the friendzone.”
I gasped and turned to my best friend who’d never ever been friendzoned in her life. “Wait what? I thought you said you were tutoring him.”
“I am.” She sighed heavily. “I literally am, and that’s it….”
I laughed and she pushed me. “Don’t laugh! I’m so confused.”
“Good, let somebody humble your ass.”
She told me to go fuck myself in sign language and I laughed and picked up her pink miniskirt and white top set. “Wear this, pink is your color.”
She pouted as I held it against her. “I hope pink is his color.”
I nodded.
“Because it’s the color of my pussy.”
“You’re a vulgar little girl.” I told her.
**
I’d never been to Jorge Hernandez’s house parties, but apparently it was by invite only. It wasn’t the big fancy house parties that those rich kids put on.
No Jorge was more from my neck of the woods. Middle class, suburban life. Playing on a full scholarship, while I was skating on a scholarship too. But his was more talent related. I swear mine was because of my….’disability.’
Anyway, Jorge’s party was exactly what I remembered high school parties. In somebody’s house. Which he shared with 2 other hockey players. A nice 2 floor house with three bedrooms and a huge ass basement where they held their party.
It felt nice being let in at the door. It felt even nicer being greeted by name.
“Sup Blaise.”
I nodded back at him with a smile as Kelly stood sweetly by my side. She opted for her pink heels, while I opted for my black sambas with the tightly fitted black dress. I don’t know how Kelly did it. She was a different breed. I could not do heels. I already had weak ankles as it was.
As if I had a radar for him, I had already spotted Gunnar by a beer pong table with a couple of friends. He hadn’t seen me, yet my heart raced. I felt hot, wanting a drink by not wanting to go by him. Not wanting to go by him, but wanting to go by him. I wanted to show off how well this dress looked on my body caused it sure hugged in all the right places. I wanted him to stare at my ass in it. I wanted him to leave me the fuck alone and have nothing to do with me.
“Drinks?”
I nodded enthusiastically as Kelly clasped her hands with mine. I didn’t know what she was nervous about. Was she sure Jorge didn’t like her. He might have given her a high five just like me, but his eyes didn’t linger on my dress like it had lingered on her outfit. It might have been a brief 5 seconds. But it was 5 seconds that I peeped.
“Hey can you get these ladies a drink!” Jorge called out as he ushered us through the living room.
Of course that caused people at the dining table playing beer pong to look up. And by people, I mean Gunnar, and by Gunnar, I’m not actually quite sure because I looked up after playing like I didn’t see him, to him not at all looking in my direction but laughing and continuing the game.
Did he really not realize I was here?
Did he not care?
Well neither did I.
I so didn’t care.
I held my head high and walked to the makeshift bar by the kitchen. We could hear the soft music playing downstairs in the basement. I could feel the bass through my body and smiled.
“Anything special for you pretty ladies?” Kris the bartender asked as she moved her head also to the music.
“Surprise us.” I said.
She grinned. “You’re Blaise right?” She asked.
I stared at her in surprise. “Yeah…how..”
She winked at me. And pointed to her, turning it slightly so I could see. We made eye contact and our smile grew.
“Do you like the implant?” I asked her.
She nodded. “I like bartending. I like clubs and loud music, so it was a must. Especially if I want to hear people’s orders while I’m making drinks.”
I nodded in understanding.
“How are you doing at the parties?” She asked.
I giggled and showed my fingers. “It’s turned all the way down. I just lip read mostly.” I admitted.
Kris laughed. “I feel that.”
Kelly smiled at me and nudged me knowingly. She knew I always felt a little something warm, when I met somebody else who was hard of hearing. She nodded at me and motioned to Kris, who was preparing the prettiest drinks, I’d ever seen.
“Hey we should stay in contact.” I said pulling out my phone.
“Girl, I’m so glad you said that.” Kris grinned. “I’ve been secretly creeping on you, ever since I heard you joined the team, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured or——“
“Absolutely not.” I shook my head and handed her my phone. “It’s always an honor.”
Kris beamed as she put her number in my phone. “Mind if I call myself and save your number?”
“Go ahead.” I encouraged her.
“Oh…here he comes….” Kelly whispered clearing her throat.
“What?”
I felt a soft touch on my lower back, and a presence as somebody brushed against me. “Excuse me ladies.”
That intoxicating smell, that height, the familiarity. The deep voice.
“Kris, can we get two beers.”
“Two beers.” Kris replied as she handed me my phone. She turned and grabbed two bottles behind her and handed it to Gunnar.
I didn’t look up at him, as I pretended to be completely occupied with my phone.
He also didn’t say anything, but thank Kris, take the beers and go.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath the entire time, until his presence left.
“Here you go ladies.”
We thanked Kris, took our drinks and turned around. I finally looked to Kelly who was looking up at me with a smirk.
“Was it awkward?” I whispered.
She shook her head. “Although he was looking at you the entire time you kept staring at your phone.”
My heart jumped. “Was he?”
She nodded. “And he looked back at your ass, when he left.”
I smiled and feeling myself, I sipped on the drink, the same time as Kelly.
“Yo what the fuck is this?” I asked, taking a huge gulp of the most delicious type of liquor I’d ever tasted.
“I know right!” Kelly grinned as she inhaled her drink.
It didn’t take much for us to get tipsy. That one drink did it. It truly did. And then we had another. And then we were down in the basement with the low lights dancing stupidly with one another. And then dancing with other people.
These were what college nights were made of. Partying, drinking with friends, dancing. Grinding on a complete stranger. I mean, I was grinding on a complete stranger for a good minute until I felt firmer hands around my waist. The scent of an ever so familiar cologne, that I could make out in this dark and warm basement. Even among the sweats and array of smells, I could make his scent out like it was ingrained in my DNA.
It was Kelly’s wide eye confirmation and her moving further away that sealed the deal for me.
I didn’t turn around and I didn’t need to. We were in the middle of the dance floor, and now we weren’t. We were against a wall. He was against a wall I should say. Because my back was bent, my ass was winding, my hands on my knees. The slow wind to the music in the background, made sure that I felt him pressing it back on me. His hands held my hips possessively. Was it dancing? Was it fucking with clothes on?
All I knew is he slipped his hand up my dress and growled in my ear. “You don’t have anything on?”
I moaned as he slid two fingers through my already wet lower lips. I straightened up slightly and pulled my dress down, although anybody who cared to look could obviously see his hands up my dress. But I was glad nobody cared. Nobody gave a fuck as they grinded and made out with their own partner. I pressed against him as he finger fucked me. I tried to control my breathing as I held on to his waist.
“Want me to make you cum in front of everybody?” Gunnar whispered against my left ear.
I squeezed my thighs together and swallowed hard. My toes curling in my shoes as I rubbed my ass against his thickness.
“Want me to fuck you here?” He asked.
I gasped as he lifted my dress, feeling, the breeze, I knew my bare ass was exposed. I gripped the hem of my dress and quickly shoved it down as I looked around.
Listen wasn’t nobody paying a damn mind, besides it was too dark. He slipped his fingers out of me, and to my fucking surprise stuck two fingers in my mouth. Wet, Warm and, slightly salty. Could be from me, could be from his fingers. But I sucked on.
I felt his other hand moving on my ass, and then he moved me back for a little bit, breaking contact. I protested slightly, but I could feel his hand move.
What was he doing?
I turned but slipped his fingers out of my mouth and gripped my neck tightly as with his other hand he lifted my ass, and then I felt him press himself against me. This time no clothing barrier.
“Gunn—-“
He clamped his hand over my mouth, right as he slipped inside me from behind. I was so fucking glad, he covered my mouth, because I gasped. Feeling his dick enter me, caused my juices to drip like never before. He held me close as he fucked me slowly, pressing his lips against my ear.
My pussy was trembling as I looked around the dancing body in the dark room. This felt so good. This felt too good. I gripped his thigh and squeezed my legs together as the couple next to me turned, I quickly lowered my dress as best as I could. I didn’t know if they could see—-
“You want them to know.” He whispered in my ear.
I shook my head and swallowed hard as he resumed moving against me.
“Should I fuck you louder?”
I shook my head.
“Say yes Master.” He thrusted inside me.
I put my hand over my mouth as I came hard. I pressed against him and he held me as my body, melted against him.
“ Fuck.” He whispered. I felt his movement behind us as he slipped out of me, and adjusted his pants. He pulled my dress down lower and took my hand, yanking me through the crowded basement.
“I think they were fucking.” The girl that was next to me whispered to her boyfriend. I read her lips, we made eye contact. Her eyes widened, but then she gave me the biggest smile and turned to her man. “Fuck me.”
Gunnar barely had the bathroom door locked before he grabbed me and crashed me to him. I tried to climb him as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He kissed me hard and turned me around to face the bathroom mirror. He put my hands on the edge of the sink, lifted up my dress, pulled himself out and rammed inside my still very wet and eager pussy.
I cried out and he moaned loudly as he quickened the pace. He hit the right spot over and over again.
“I need this.” He whispered.
I gripped the edge of the sink as he thrusted inside me. His eyes met mine through the mirror as he moved his hands up my body to grip my neck tightly. He pressed his face against the side of my head.
I parted my mouth as I panted loudly…a little too loudly. He was fucking me so good. Fuck! He brought his other hand further up to cover my mouth. I could still hear the music vibrating outside the bathroom door.
“Ssshhhh…” He whispered as he held our gaze through the mirror.
I nodded in understanding. Swallowed hard through his partial block on my throat.
He liked my response. I could see the sparkle in his light eyes.
“Blaise….” He whispered against my left ear, our eyes still locked on each other as he pounded his dick inside me. “I want to own you.”
I shook my head.
“No?” He whispered, digging further into me.
My mouth trembled against his hand as I felt my wetness slip down my thighs. I shook my head again as I looked at him.
“Turn up your hearing aid.” He ordered.
My hand shook as it went up to my right ear.
“Listen to me fuck you.” He bent me over the sink and pounded relentlessly into me.
I gasped loudly, panting and moving with him uncontrollably. I was there…I was almost there. Just a couple more….
I turned around in shock as he pulled out of me. “Wha—-what—-“
“I gotta go.” He zipped up his pants and held my gaze. “Don’t finish yourself off.” He ordered. “It won’t be as satisfying. Come to me when you’re ready.”
I swallowed hard in frustration but also horniness. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
“You could.” He answered. “Or you could do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I’m not playing this game with you.”
He smirked. “Fine.”
“Gun—-Gunnar.” I swallowed back my curse in frustration as I he walked out the bathroom. I gasped in disbelief. I put my hand behind between my legs and closed my eyes as I rubbed myself, trying to pick back up where he left off.
I cried out in frustration as I dropped my hand and gripped the sink. “What the fuck.” I angrily turned off my hearing aid, as I came back down from my high. My orgasm, now nonexistent.
I turned to the door. “I’m not playing your little sick game!” I called out to nobody in particular.
The door opened and the intruder and I looked at each other wide eyed, both startled.
“Uh….” The guy holding his crotch pointed to the toilet. “You done…or…”
I nodded and gave him a sheepish smile as I walked out the bathroom.
Fucking Gunnar.
*Preview*
“There it is ladies and gentlemen!”
“A clean effortless goal!”
“Gunnar Mangnusson proving once again that this is his house.”
“He’s been unstoppable today Chuck.”
“Wait…what this is new…he just threw his stick…..MAGNUSSON SURPRISING THE FANS WITH A FLAWLESSLY EXECUTED TRIPLE AXEL!”
“THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!”