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What I’ed hockey hooker Whatever, it’s only for tonight I’ned—and excited—as I try to slip my hand past his belt and into his pants

“We could go to the bedroorated down the back of my jammie bottoms

“The couch is good”

“The bed’s more comfortable” His lips move up my neck to my chin

I’ I won’t say no to him I’ve seen Alex play hockey; he has incredible stamina The point is moot, but the denial makes my failed attempt at resistance seem less offensive

He kisses u the clasp on his belt, I slip it through the buckle

He rips s around his waist, I hurry to free a hand from his pants and clutch his shoulder

This is really happening Like, for real At twenty-two, I’ht stand With a hockey player, no less So ment Oh well, nobody’s perfect

Alex sets e of the bed and flicks on the lanifies the dips and curves of his body, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the bruise below his left eye

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”

“I know” My voice tre

I’ve always been a serialuntil the requisite fifth date or beyond to let a guy into my pants It eliminated most potential uy, I’d see where things went Sometimes there were repeat performances, sometimes there weren’t