Chapter 19 Trapped By Penises
TRAPPED BY PENISES
Against my better judgment, and encouraged by my supposed best friend, I hung awkwardly around the tunnel, avoiding eye contact with the players as they walked past, while wondering what the hell I was even doing there.
Hanging out here like some groupie, waiting to catch a glimpse of a hockey player I’d spent a night with before he ran out on me. It was beyond embarrassing.
After a few minutes, I changed my mind and decided to leave. Perhaps I could even make it home in time for ‘Bride Or Die’, my latest dating show obsession. I’d just begun to make strides toward the exit sign when a familiar voice made me freeze.
“Hey, wait, is that Lucy, the Love Guru?”
The familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. I closed my eyes in agony, wishing I’d been just a little quicker in my escape. Slowly, I turned around, and there was Randy. Stood in his sweats, his hair still wet, a hockey bag slung over one shoulder, he looked annoyingly good.
“Hey, Randall,” I tried to say as coolly as I could.
“Lucy? What are you doing here?”
“Just. Um, thought I’d say hi. See how you were doing.”
Randall’s eyebrows moved higher up his forehead, and a coy smile spread across his lips.
“Is that right?”
I was so close to escaping this. I knew it was a bad idea. But I also felt something else, and that something else was shy and weak in his presence.
“Come with me.” He said and motioned with his head back in the direction he had just come from.
His words took me back to the last time he had said them, back at his villa in Mexico, his hand outstretched toward me. It was a moment I’d recalled frequently in both pleasure and agony over the weeks that had followed.
I followed Randy silently, both embarrassed and cursing myself for getting trapped like this, before he held open the door to a wide doorway for me.
“So, this is it. Our inner sanctuary.”
I stepped under his arm and into the empty locker room. Looking around, it made me think of a kid’s playroom. The sticks, abandoned tape, and training jerseys on the ground, all scattered around like toys for big men to play with.
“So, I guess I missed all the hot naked men slapping each other with wet towels?” I joked.
“Not all of them,” Randall replied with a cheeky glint in his eye.
I began to smile before stopping myself, and instead looked back at him seriously, remembering I wasn’t here for a tour. I had to know what had happened that night.
“Randall, where did you go? I turned up that night, and you were just… Gone.”
He looked bashful and uncomfortable all of a sudden, his gaze leaving me and turning to the floor.
“I want to apologise, Lucy. I mean, I wanted to apologise. Things got a little out of control.”
“You know, I wasn’t expecting much from you. But, still, that stung.”
“Yeah,” Randy blushed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
“So look. That night. Jimmy, my agent, turned up. The man’s kind of a marvel, I have no idea how he found me out there.
Anyway, I suppose word had gotten out, and apparently some reporters were heading over to find me.
He told me to leave with him and get out of there before there was a big fuss. ”
“I guess that explains why you disappeared so quickly.”
“Yeah. Well, someone must have let the cat out of the bag.” He looked at me, watching for my reaction.
“Wait! You think I told someone you were there?”
“I don’t know, Lucy. It’s usually how it goes. I get it, but I didn’t like the idea it had come from you. Y’know, after everything.”
“So you just assumed?”
“I didn’t even have your number. What was I supposed to do? When I got back to the city, I thought about looking you up, but I didn’t know where to start, and how could I really know?”
“For what it’s worth, it didn’t come from me.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
Randall’s hand rippled across his jaw, watching my features and considering whether it was true. Then, a look of acceptance told me he had decided it might as well be.
“I thought about you a lot, Lucy. I wanted to trust you. It was… Those few days… It was a terrible time, but then you came along. You were the only good thing that happened. You’re different.
In a good way. But also, that last night together, before you left, you made it pretty clear that it didn’t mean much to you.
It was just a bit of fun, like you said.
Perhaps I felt differently about it, though, to be honest.”
I blushed as I remembered what I’d said to him. It had felt cruel back then, but I’d never had the chance to put it right.
“I thought about you too, Randall. I mean, it’s ridiculous, but it hurt me more than I’d like to admit when you just disappeared on me.”
“You didn’t deserve that.” He said, shaking his head ruefully.
“No, I didn’t! And it meant that I never got the chance to apologize to you either. I was wrong. What I said wasn’t what I felt. I just felt like I had to protect myself from getting hurt by you. You don’t have a great track record, remember?”
Randall took a step closer to me, and I felt a familiar pang of excitement.
Mixed with my anger and confusion, it was strangely intoxicating.
There was no denying it. Whatever I felt about Randy and his actions, my body had very different feelings toward him.
It stirred, softened, and melted in his presence.
Randall just stared at me, unwavering. A moment where the room stayed the same, but inside we were both changing, our feelings becoming something else, reflected back into each other’s widening eyes.
It was something we had experienced before, and we wanted more of.
There were no words. We both could feel it.
“Fuck. I’m going to kiss you now.” He finally said.
My eyes simmered as I looked into his.
“Then do it already.”
His lips pressed against mine, and suddenly the world melted away into nothing but that moment.
His hands came and met my hips, pulling my body tightly against his.
All my conflicting feelings turned into desire as our hands reached out to touch each other, our mouths embracing and sharp explosions erupting inside.
As we broke away from each other, our breath was hot and heavy with excitement.
I turned my head and pulled away from him.
“You think I’d just get it on with you, just like that?”
Part of me wanted him to keep going, but I was still angry and frustrated, still trying to rationalize and validate my feelings.
Randall looked down at his fingers, as if there was some unusual piece of dirt under his nails. Then he looked at me again, his head cocked in his more usual and confident manner, and those piercing blue eyes, flat and hypnotic, set their stare on me again.
“Well. Wouldn’t you?”
Fuck.
All my rational thoughts said, no. But my body had different ideas. All it wanted was him. The expression on his face told me he was feeling the same, that he would happily answer those deep wells of desire in me.
Fuck.
As his hands slipped across my hips again and pulled me to him, we couldn’t take our eyes from each other. There was fire and fury in them. Our animal sides were now running the show, and a show was what we craved as our fingers entwined, dancing with each other’s.
From outside the room, there was the sound of a door swinging open and Randall jumped, snapping us both out of the moment.
“Shit! Quick, hide!”
“What?”
“Coach doesn’t let girls in here. Please!”
The fear in his face told me it wasn’t a question, and I quickly scanned the dressing room, but there was nowhere to go in time. In a flash, Randy flung open the locker behind me and ushered me in before I could even think twice about it.
Through the three ventilation grills in the locker door, I watched as Coach Brady strode into the room.
“Randy?”
“Hey, coach. I… Er, forgot my watch.” Randy’s voice sounded trapped and uncertain. God, he really was a terrible liar.
Coach Brady might have been rapidly expanding around his belly with gray wisps of hair tucked under his baseball cap, but his size and authoritative demeanor made him imposing as he looked sternly across at Randy. Then he pointed one finger at him.
“I think I found it for you, Randy. It’s right there on your wrist.”
Oh,” Randy said, in half-hearted surprise. “Yeah. I mean, I got it just now. From the locker!”
Randy’s eyes flickered nervously to the locker that I was hiding in as I watched and tried not to make a sound.
Coach Brady continued to stare at Randy, slowly considering what was going on, then, after a moment, decided it wasn’t really something he cared about either way.
“Okay, Randy. Well, time to go. I’ve got the U team seniors in for night practice. You gotta get out of here.“
“That’s tonight?”
“Uh-huh. Once a year, they come in for some pro-level training.”
“Hey. Maybe I could help?”
“That’s a definite no. You get a puck or a stick in the face from one of these amateurs, then I’ve gotta explain why you’re out of the team on Saturday. Now get lost, Randy. I wanna get this over and get home.”
“Okkkay.”
Randy wavered there for a minute under the increasingly impatient gaze of the coach.
“It’s that way, Randy,” Brady told him when he didn’t move, extending his arm toward the door, and I watched anxiously as Randy left.
He’s not actually going to leave me here!? Ew, and what is so gross and sticky in here?
I rubbed whatever awful, slimy thing that was on my hand onto my dress in the dark lower reaches of the locker, as the coach called out in the opposite direction to the one Randall had just departed from.
“Okay, punks, get in here and get geared up. Time to show you how we do it in the pros!”
Suddenly, a rush of boisterous bucks from the U team came streaming in, chattering and throwing their hockey bags down on the benches while I froze in the dark confines of the sticky locker.
Crap.
Then, as I watched them through the locker grill, they started to undress.
Oh. Double crap.
They were so close that I held my breath in case they could hear me.
But with all the noise and chatter, surely they wouldn’t be able to?
What if one of them opened the locker and found me in there, though?
My heart pounded in my chest at the idea, sounding like an insistently loud drum thumping in my ears.
Maybe I could just open the locker door and run out of there before they had a chance to realize what was happening? I couldn’t just stay there in that locker as… They…
My eyes widened and I had to clasp my mouth with both hands as through my the slits in the locker door, a unspeakably long, dangling, piece of manhood appeared in view.
Bobbing happily in the locker room light, suddenly there was another one on the other side, and then another, this time more bushy and curled up like a snail, then another.
Everywhere I looked, more seemed to be appearing.
My thoughts of escape were now meaningless.
Oh. My. Fucking. God… I’ve literally been trapped by penises.
I jumped at the familiar sound of my phone pinging. My handbag was still there on the bench in the dressing room, drawing attention from the closest man, just inches away from my hiding place. His back was turned toward me, showing off his taut bare butt.
I knew that was it, I was rumbled. The locker door would be pulled open, and they would find me, hiding there, spying on their naked bodies.
By pure mercy, he was suddenly hit on the back of the head with a roll of tape by one of his compatriots, bringing a howl of laughter from several others, and distracting him as he went to throw it back. All I could do was watch fearfully through the fingers over my eyes, wishing I could disappear.
It felt like an eternity of holding my breath before the players finally began to leave the locker room. Barely a second had passed after the last of them had left, and I seized my chance to rush out of the locker, grab my bag, and then run like crazy toward safety.
Still reeling from my close call of–in all probability–being arrested and branded as some kind of peeping-tom or pervert, I stumbled gratefully outside in a daze, only to find Randall leaning on the side of his black pick-up, waiting for me.
He jumped to his feet as he saw me stagger outside, wide-eyed.
“Lucy! I’m so sorry!”
“Randall,” I murmured hazily back at him. “I’ve just seen more cocks in the last twenty minutes than I previously had in the entirety of my life.”
He tried to keep a straight face, but the smile kept bouncing back, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he burst into howling laughter.
“I mean… You didn’t have to look.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye.
I turned bright red. For some reason, that hadn’t occurred to me.