Excerpt from Tempting the Goalie
Prologue
Luc
I’m leaving the gym after a Sunday morning workout when I get a text from an unknown sender.
648-258-7890: Do you want to come over?
Me: Who is this?
648-258-7890: Jane from your Media and Society class.
Now I remember her. The chick I gave my number to last Thursday. She was pretty with her long red hair. I normally didn’t dig red heads, but I could use a good tumble in the sheets.
Me: Do you have a friend that’s wants to join?
Lately I’ve had an affinity for threesomes. I can’t explain it but my regular hookups became boring. I suddenly needed more. I don’t know if it’s because the last girl I slept with got attached after three rounds in the sack. I’m not a relationship guy so that shit scared the crap out of me. I also didn’t return her feelings, so I felt bad that she developed feelings for me.
648-258-7890: Sasha is over. She’s in our class too. She saw you speaking with me the other day and she was interested in you.
Bingo.
Perfect.
I don’t know this Sasha but two chicks waiting on me causes excitement to run through my veins. It’s a feeling I lost when Jennifer or was it Marley? Damn what was the name of the girl that caught feelings? Anyway, after that horrific episode when she told me she wanted to take things to the next level I started to branch out. Sometimes it’s been two girls and sometimes I’ve shared girls with my teammates. I’m not into guys but I find it hot to watch other people fucking. It’s live porn. It’s also impersonal so no chance anyone can fall in love. Especially when we change partners all the time.
I know what you’re thinking I must be a cold-hearted bastard. I’m not. I love my good friends at the hockey house, and we are always there for each other. Lately they’ve all been falling in love. Watching my friends fall so hard has made me feel like running in the other direction. I can’t explain it either because they are all happy and their girlfriends are all smoking hot and nice people. None of what I’m feeling is logical, but life doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes we just need to go with what we are feeling and right now I’m big on sexual experimentation.
Jane gives me her address and I hop into my beat-up Toyota Corolla that still has my Quebec license plate. Her place is just a few minutes away from campus. Lucky, I decided to shower at the gym. I put Jane’s address into Waze and arrive on her street four minutes later.
Me: I’m here.
I wait in the car and check my hair in the mirror. It’s still wet from my shower. I’ve got the typical hockey player haircut. Mediumish long hair with a middle part that I tuck behind my ears. I pop a breath mint into my mouth and leave my car. Girls on campus don’t care that I drive a shit box because I have one year left of school before I draft to the NHL where I will have a very handsome salary waiting on me.
I head toward the front door as it opens. Jane is hiding behind the door her red long hair hanging over one shoulder.
I enter.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” I say to her. She wraps her arms around me and begins to kiss me. This is perfect. Let’s just get right to it. I break the kiss, “Where is Sasha?”
“Waiting for us in my room,” she says.
Jane is only wearing a pink bra and matching panties. Her skin is a creamy white and her breasts are full. She takes my hand and guides me to her room where a tanned skin girl is lying on the bed in a black bra and panties. Her eyes are dark like night and her body is slim and long.
“Hi Luc. You remember me?” she asks. Her English is broken. I’m guessing her accent is Russian because I have played hockey with a lot of Russian players.
“Yes,” I lie. Never seen her before.
She smiles.
“I hope my bed will be big enough for the three of us,” Jane purrs.
“Looks good to me.” It’s a double mattress. At six foot four and two hundred and fifteen pounds I am a big guy but for what I have planned we will make space.
I kick off my slides and head onto the middle of the bed. Each girl curls up beside me. When I start kissing Jane, Sasha begins rubbing my cock. Having all these hands involved is distracting. To me it feels good but impersonal too. I know people can get into threesome committed relationships but any commitment in any definition of relationship is something I am allergic to.
Before I know it the girls have stripped me bare. I have a finger in Sasha’s pussy as my tongue mingles with Jane’s.
When Jane attempts to give me a blow job I stop her. I need as much fuel as possible to pleasure two girls. I tell Sasha to move up the bed as I shift down. She starts riding my face as I lick her pussy. Meanwhile I have my finger inside Jane as I tweak one of her nipples. With my other hand I reach up and tweak Sasha’s nipple. With both girls primed and ready I ask Jane to bring a condom. She puts it on me and begins to ride me as I lick the hell out of Sasha’s pussy. She’s the first to go off. Jane falls after her and I am not far behind. We all catch our breath. The girls decide to smoke a joint while I check my messages and head to the washroom to discard the condom. I leave my phone behind. When I get back I take a quick peak to see a text from my best friend Elisabeth who I nicknamed Lili when we were five.
Lili: Did you see the news?
I don’t know what she is talking about, but I’ll check it soon when I don’t have my hands so full. The girls pull me back into bed and my phone drops. I get sucked back into a world of ecstasy. A world where life is easy and I forget all my problems.