Hockey Is My Boyfriend: Part Two (11 page)

J
immy

“
W
hen are
we going to get there?” asked Kelly for about the tenth time. She reminded me of a little kid, except when I looked at her. She was wearing some long shorts and an orange t-shirt, but mainly it was her face. When I left her a week ago, she had looked stressed. Now she looked happy and relaxed, like when I first saw her at the airport.

“The best thing would be to stop halfway—which would be around Rivière-du-Loup. There’s a campsite right on the St. Lawrence River that’s nice.”

“We’ve passed a hundred campsites that looked nice,” Kelly pouted. But I was determined to get at least 400k into our trip, and more would be better.

I had really been looking forward to this road trip with her, but now there was some kind of tension between us and we weren’t talking much. It was my fault for bringing up the whole photo issue right off; I should have waited. As for Riley, I promised not to lay a finger on him, but there were other ways. Our hockey community was pretty small, and what goes around comes around. He certainly wasn’t a guy who should be coaching kids again.

Of course, I was a little nervous about what things would be like once we did stop. Kelly had become an obsession for me, and I’d been thinking about her the whole time we were apart. She was so different from any other girl I’d ever met.

My mother wasn’t too impressed when I told her I was taking off for three days to drive to Montreal.

“Jimmy, you’ve been going full out this summer, what with the draft and rookie camp. Don’t you think driving twenty hours in three days is a little too much? If you want to spend time with the girl, have her over to the house for the weekend. She can take the bus home, and you won’t end up exhausted.”

Yeah, but having Kelly to our house meant she’d be sleeping in the guest room. The point of us being together was being alone. We’d already spent too much time together with no privacy. And I wasn’t too sure about introducing Kelly to my parents right now. My mother wasn’t happy when she found out about the online photos, and she’d prejudged Kelly. I told her we were only kissing, but she was a teacher so she saw through half-truths easily.

“You can’t be relaxing because you got drafted high,” she scolded me. “Now’s the time to work harder than ever, not spend your time foolin’ around.”

“Aggie, ease up on the boy,” my dad said. “He’s eighteen. T’would be a bigger worry if he didn’t have some pretty girls on the side. What does she look like, Jim?”

“She’s beautiful, Dad. And she loves hockey as much as I do.”

He had laughed at that and joked my mom into leaving me alone. But that night, she’d come to my room and given me a whole lecture on not getting girls into trouble. Here I was getting lectured on birth control, and the only reason we hadn’t had sex was because we didn’t have condoms. I now had 72 condoms in the truck. That was probably too many, but I got a 24 pack of one kind, and then I went back and got two other types in case Kelly preferred a certain kind. No way I was ever going to be unprepared again.

Kelly slid over next to me again. “Hey you,” I said to her, and she beamed up at me. She looked so beautiful when she smiled.

“I was looking at the map, Jimmy. And I found a nice campsite on a tiny lake, right here.” She opened the map towards me.

I looked down. “Yeah, I think I’ve been there before. You can go swimming. But it’s before Rivière-du-Loup. In fact, it’s coming up soon.”

Kelly leaned against me. “I like swimming in a lake.”

“But we’re not halfway yet.”

“We’re almost halfway.” She put her hand on my thigh and started casually tracing circles on it. “I could drive tomorrow if you’re getting tired.”

“Have you ever driven a truck before?”

She shook her head. “It can’t be that different from a car.”

“It is.” Her hand circling kept going higher and higher. I shifted around a little. “Ah, Kelly, I’m trying to drive here.”

“Oh sorry. Am I distracting you?” She took the map in both hands and studied it some more.

I swallowed. “Okay, I guess we could stop there.”

“Great.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I can hardly wait.”

We were lucky enough to get a site that was set back in the trees and private. It was a long hike from the truck, but Kelly was happy to carry her share of the gear.

“It’s beautiful here,” she said. “And it’s so nice to be out in the fresh air.”

She helped me pitch the tent, and then we brought more stuff from the truck.“Are you hungry? My mom packed us some sandwiches and snacks.” I looked inside the cooler; it was filled with enough food for three days. Mom was thrifty and believed eating out was a waste. I was more like my dad, who didn’t mind spending on a good meal.

“No, not hungry right now,” Kelly replied.

I was nervous. We were finally alone, but I didn’t want to jump right into anything. “You want to go for a swim?”

Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I feel a little sticky.”

She reached into her knapsack and pulled out the navy swimsuit she wore for camp.

“What happened to the other one?” I asked. “You know, the little one?”

Kelly laughed and dug further into her pack, pulling out the colourful bits of fabric I remembered so well. “I never wear bikinis, but April made me buy this one.”

“Good for April,” I said. This was perfect. Kelly had looked so hot in her bikini, and now we’d get a do-over of that night. Nobody to spy on us and lots of condoms. The way things should have been in the first place. I left the tent and went to the washroom to get changed.

We went for a swim. The water was cold and the bugs were bad, so we were back in the tent in no time.

“So, alone at last,” Kelly said.

We were both sitting on our sleeping bags in our bathing suits and damp t-shirts. The tent was sweaty inside. Kelly reached out and laid her hand on my chest. I felt a surge of joy at her touch. After thinking about Kelly for so long, here she was, for real. She was my girlfriend, and we could do whatever we wanted—whatever I wanted. I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her towards me. She closed her eyes and I kissed her. Her lips were surprisingly cold, and I wondered if she was chilled after our swim.

I broke off the kiss to ask, “Are you warm enough?”

She opened her dark eyes, and they crinkled in the corners as she smiled. “Why don’t you warm me up?”

I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her. I probed her mouth with my tongue and rubbed my hands all over her. Her body felt so good, even through the t-shirt, both soft and firm. I pulled off her damp t-shirt and then mine.

“Your body is so nice, Jimmy,” she said. She ran her hands over my chest, bent her head down and sucked on my nipple. It felt weird at first until it started sending these prickly sensations through me. She started licking and kissing me everywhere: my shoulders, my arms, my chest, and then she started moving down my stomach. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to do stuff to her too.

“Stop, Kelly. It’s my turn.” I pulled her back up and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. Then I undid her bikini top and got to see her tits again. I took one in each hand and circled my fingers around them. Kelly groaned and leaned her head back. It was like she was offering her tits to me, so I tongued her in the same way she did to me, licking and sucking. Her nipples got hard and pointy and a little darker. I pushed in the nubs with my thumb and Kelly started grinding herself into me. I could feel her wetness on my stomach even through her bathing suit. I undid the little ties on the sides of her bikini bottoms. They slid off and she was naked. As I was looking at her, she squirmed away from me, then reached down and pulled off my swim shorts. My cock was already hard, but once she started stroking it, it rose up almost against my stomach. It was painfully erect.

“Mmmm, your skin is giving off so much heat,” Kelly said. “Feels amazing.” She pushed me down onto the sleeping bag, and I pulled her on top of me. I squeezed her ass in both hands, and she sighed.

“Let’s get ready,” Kelly urged me. She got off me, and I reached into my bag for the condoms.

“What kind do you like?” I spread the three different kinds out in my hand.

“Uh, I don’t care. The kind that works.” Kelly sounded a little frustrated. She grabbed the closest packet out of my hand, opened it up, and slid it on my cock quickly. She was pretty expert and that worried me.

Kelly rolled back onto me and kissed me. I responded automatically, but I felt nervous. Kelly had had steady boyfriends before, so she probably knew a lot about sex. What if I blew it and she never wanted to do it with me again? Maybe it would be better to tell her the truth now. Yeah, that was what I should do.

I stopped kissing her. “Wait.”

“Wha’ is it?” Kelly sounded like I just woke her up.

“I gotta tell you, I haven’t done this before.” Okay, there it was: the truth. But she still didn’t get it. Kelly seemed to be totally out of it. “

“What do you mean, in a tent?” she asked.

“No, I mean, uh, had relations.”

“What? I don’t get it.”

“Kelly, I’m a virgin.”

She muttered something that sounded like “holy shit,” and squinted at me. “But Jimmy, at the camp, you told me you weren’t.”

Yeah, good point. “I was worried you might change your mind about me, if you knew. You already think I’m too young.”

“Is this like a religious thing?”

What did she mean, like being Catholic? Well, strictly speaking premarital sex was wrong, but everyone did it.

“No. I just never met the right girl. You.”

Kelly closed both her eyes and let out a little puff of breath. What an idiot, I should not have said anything. I was cursing myself for blowing this perfect moment. And what was she thinking?

She started to laugh. Oh man, was she laughing at me? That totally sucked. I was a kid in her eyes again. I tried to roll away, but she grabbed me by the arms and pulled me back.

“Jimmy, I am totally honoured and happy I get to be your first. I hope to make it—” she started giggling again, “a wonderful experience.” Now she was laughing uncontrollably. “And I’ll be gentle.”

I was totally bugged. What was so funny anyway? I started to feel angry. “Stop laughing at me!” I said to her.

She looked down at me with this weird look in her eyes; she seemed to be taunting me somehow. “Make me.”

My head was spinning with anger. I felt like I was out of my body, watching someone else. I pushed her down on the sleeping bag and covered her mouth with mine, trying to keep her from laughing. I stuck my tongue in her mouth hard, like I wanted to stick my cock in her. I held her arms down and kissed her mouth, her neck, and then sucked roughly at her tits. She arched her back and tried to pull her arms away, but I was too strong and so she relaxed into everything. I kissed down her stomach and then started licking her pussy and her clit, the way we did before. Her laughing stopped completely and changed suddenly to a heavy and uneven breathing.

“Oh God, Jimmy,” she cried out. “Please…”

Did she mean please stop or please go? I didn’t care. I wanted her so badly. Everything seemed to be blurring around us. I pulled her legs farther apart, and put my hand between them and spread her. She was soaking wet and so ready for me. I grasped my cock in one hand, and she held herself completely still and open for me. Kelly was watching me, her eyes only half open. Her expression was tentative, like she didn’t know what I would do next. I put my cock in her, a little at first, and then I plunged as far as I could go. She didn’t laugh then, she groaned loudly as I pushed in and out. I was still angry, but every stroke inside her felt better and better. I could feel her muscles tensing around me, and she was making these crazy noises and she started muttering something.

I leaned in and heard her say, “Oh fuck, yeah. It’s so fucking good.”

I was making her feel good; I was doing her, and she loved it. I wanted to come, but I wanted it to last forever too, because each stroke was feeling better than the last. I went into her slow and then fast, and then I went faster and faster. Then I came in the most incredible rush.

I
was lying
with my head on Jimmy’s smooth, firm chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around me. We were both naked, but we didn’t need covers because Jimmy’s body was giving off a ton of heat. He was literally hot, ha ha.

Two different emotions were running through my body: satisfaction and guilt. I had just had a really great orgasm. But on the road to achieving said orgasm, I had been a huge bitch. I had deliberately pushed Jimmy’s buttons until he got upset, and angry sex resulted. It wasn’t that I had anything against virgins, but when he started acting all nervous and inexperienced, that was a huge turnoff. I knew he was too young, and he was proving me right. Seriously, I was trying to figure out how I could get my clothes back on, get out of this tent, and back to civilization.

But—seeing as I didn’t have the keys, didn’t want to steal his truck, and didn’t want to scar him for life—I was stuck in the tent and had to make the best of it. I found the whole situation ridiculous. How could Jimmy be a virgin? Surely I wasn’t the first person to notice how extremely attractive he was. My nervous habit of giggling kicked in, and Jimmy’s irritated reaction had triggered everything else that happened. Jimmy was unbelievably competitive, and his pride overcame his nervousness.

The sex had been incredible, but now I felt guilty. Maybe he wanted his first time to be all sweet and nice. So I decided to make it up to him on the second round.

He was lying on his back with his eyes closed and a big smile. Maybe the first time wasn’t that bad for him. I leaned over and laid a series of kisses across his chest. His pecs were amazing. I moved onto his tiny nipples and started to suck gently on them, running my hands across his shoulders and up his neck at the same time. His nipples got all hard, and he shivered a bit. His eyes were wide open now, and he was watching me. He looked like he was waiting for me to say something. Oops.

“Jimmy, that was awesome.”

“Yeah?”

“Really great. I hope, um, I didn’t make you do it in a way you didn’t want to.”

“No, it was good. Real good.” He stroked my hair. “Was it good for you, Kelly? Sounded like you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh I did. Lots. Felt so good to have you inside me. We had to wait so long.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t have to wait anymore.” He discarded the old condom and wiped himself off with a baby wipe from his perfectly organized knapsack. I looked down and saw his cock was completely reloaded.

“Holy doodle. Are you hard again already?” I asked. I guessed it was either my innate sexiness or the fact he was eighteen.

“Yup,” Jimmy said proudly.

He pulled me on top of him. We were kissing, and I was rubbing up on him, feeling his body with mine. He felt so firm and solid, like his flesh was made of something denser than normal humans. We started rolling around on top of the sleeping bags, the whole time with our lips linked in this wet, messy way. I pulled my mouth off his and whispered, “I want to ride your amazing body.”

“Yeah, do it.” Jimmy’s low voice cracked with desire.

He lay back, and I started kissing my way down his flat abs. His hard cock was kind of waving around. Watch out, you could take an eye out with that thing. I found a new condom and put it on him. He sure had a lot of condoms in his pack.

I ran my hands down his huge quads, and then putting a leg over his hips, hovered over him and grasped his rigid cock and put the tip into me. Jimmy was lying there, watching me with his body tensed. I lowered my hips and he raised his, and we met in the middle. His cock plunging into me felt so fucking amazing. It had been too long without sex, and I was coming alive. I rode him hard with uneven strokes, loving the sensations. He was watching me the whole time, watching my face and my body.

“Kelly, oh man, that feels so good.” He reached up and cupped both my breasts.I kept going, relishing the amazing sensations. His cock was super-hard inside me and hitting all the right spots.

I took one of his hands and moved it down towards my clit. He started stroking it with his forefinger—a bit too much pressure—but he was watching my face and he went gentler. Obviously a fast learner. It felt just right, and I breathed in sharply.

“Yes... oh yeah.”

Then he moved his hand away and grabbed me by the waist. He flipped me under him without missing a stroke, and he started doing the work: plunging his cock deep into me and then pulling out almost fully. He moved his hand down and rubbed my clit again. Oh yes. Then he reached back and cupped my ass, pushing us even closer together. And he kept pumping rhythmically into me. My body was automatically responding to his, moving to his strokes, arching whenever he pushed in and collapsing when he pulled back out. He grabbed one of my ankles and pulled it up, giving him even more access and hitting different places inside me. Pushing down against me, he kissed me, our mouths open and hot together. It was like we were joined everywhere.

“It’s so good,” he panted.

“Fuck, yeah.”

He kept thrusting into me, and ran his hands over me, one squeezing my breast and the other lifting my ass, pushing me even harder into him. As his pelvic bone hit my clit, I started to come.

“Oh God!” I was coming in a huge burst. Felt so good, so incredible.

I lost the plot for a bit but when I came to, Jimmy was pulling me up, so I was sitting on his lap and he was still stroking steadily into me, moving me up and down on his rigid cock. This position was great, as my clit was getting stimulated constantly, and he kept fucking me like some out-of-control Energizer Bunny. I reached out to pull his head closer, and he leaned down and started sucking on my nipple. I was coming again, and this time it was even bigger.

“Fuck, Jimmy. It’s good. It’s soooo good, unnnhh.” It was a fucking tidal wave, and it was hard to tell when one orgasm ended and the next one started.

Oh man, I didn’t have a stopwatch, but I was pretty sure this was the longest I had ever had sex. It was fucking incredible. When he finally came, we were doing it missionary. His eyes closed and his face tensed up, and then he froze for a moment and came silently. I was watching him closely though, and I could tell it was good for him. Real good.

That first night, we didn’t leave the tent except when nature called. I know we slept, but I wasn’t sure exactly how long or when. Making love to Jimmy was unbelievable—hotter than my dreams and my dreams had been incredible. It was like a real life demonstration of something I had learned in kinesiology about certain individuals having more stamina and greater capacity for recovery. And who would have more stamina than an elite athlete? Fucking amazing.

What he lacked in experience, he made up in experimentation. It was like he had saved up all these ideas about sex, and now he wanted to try them out, like any athletic endeavour. And I had won the role of luckiest guinea pig in the world.

It was different from sex with Phil or J.P., both guys who had been around the block and knew what they wanted. With Jimmy, sex was more like playtime. It might sound perverted, but it was like we were two kids: fooling around and trying stuff out with no inhibitions. We could tell each other whatever we wanted, and nothing was too much or too embarrassing.

The tent was a like a little petri dish of us. We were maintaining basic hygiene, but we smelled like ourselves, a mix of sweat and hormones. And the smell of Jimmy was incredibly sexy to me, like those sex pheromones that animals exude. If you tied a blindfold on me, I could have found him in a dark room. And once I had him in a dark room… well. I was totally in thrall to his body. I wanted him constantly. And I felt guilty; I barely knew anything personal about him, but I knew every place he liked to be kissed or licked.

Someday, I’d like to have one of those normal lives where you get to have sex once a night, every night. My sex life was more like a camel at the oasis: drink up because you don’t know when the next oasis is going to be.

Having sex with Jimmy changed the way I thought about him. I was really into him now, and I totally wished our circumstances were different.