Chan was lying on my chest on her white leather couch, we were watching some movie. She leaned up and kissed my cheek.
"You want to go upstairs?" I asked with a hint of longing in my voice.
"Apparently you do," she responded, poking me and laughing. I liked that she felt comfortable making fun of the situation, and I reached out to take her hand. In bed, we lay so close our foreheads were almost touching.
"I know I'm not the one to initiate things, but I really do like having sex with you," she said.
"Good," I said, kissing her lips. I smiled. I wanted her to feel as comfortable around me as I felt around her. "Do you think we could try some things tonight?"
"Depends what you have in mind," she replied. Her tone was lighthearted, but there was just a bit of worry in there. "I'm not sure I can do everything you want me to do."
"Will you get on top of me?" I asked. She looked away.
"I don't like it," she said. "I don't like being looked at. I feel awkward."
"Hey, we don't have to. We could do some other things first and see?" She turned over and snuggled against me so we were spooning. I could feel her body relaxing in my arms. Her soft skin was getting warmer. I put my hand on her hip. I had always wanted to do it like this, but I felt like the sluts from school weren't worthy. But I wanted to, with Chan.
"Do you want it?" I whispered, pressing my cock against her. She arched her back and stuck her ass out, pressing it against my body even harder. "Is that a yes?" She still didn't say anything. "Say yes ..." I shoved the tip of my cock against her pussy, about to enter. She made a soft noise.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good girl," I whispered in her ear, rubbing my stubble against her neck. I pressed into her and she gasped as I slowly slid inside. I grabbed hold of her hip and began to give it to her, nice and slow. I kissed the back of her neck and she fell back into me even more. I grabbed her tit, pulling her against me. She reached down to get herself off. I guided her leg over mine to give her more room.
"One day, I'm going to do that for you," I whispered, watching her intently. "If you'll let me." I kept an even pace until she said 'okay.'
"Stop?"
"No, I'm almost done," she gasped. "Go hard." I gave her a few good pumps and felt her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. I kissed her and held her for a moment while she caught her breath.
"Will you try?" I asked, rolling onto my back.
"I'm still nervous," she admitted.
"It's okay, we're just trying. If you don't like it, you stop and get down. I promise I won't be disappointed or anything."
It was hard for her, I could tell. I wanted her to feel sexy, I wished she could see herself the way I do. She seemed almost afraid to even try. I held her hands and she slowly bobbed back and forth. Then I saw something change on her face.
"Oh," she said. "It feels like something is happening." She continued riding me and without using her hands, came hard. She seemed embarrassed. "That has never happened before." She buried her face in my chest and her hot breath against my skin warmed me from the inside.
"It's okay, you don't have to be shy. I really, really liked it," I said.
"Will you go on top now?" she asked. "I like the view...."
I watched her tits bounce as I thrusted my cock hard into her. She lay beneath me, alternately watching my strokes and looking into my eyes. I was almost done, so I asked, "where do you want me to cum?"
She looked downward and back up at me.
"Again?" I asked. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"It's fine," she said. "I just like when you do it, it feels so good." She gasped as I filled her up.
"Oh," she whispered and closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt for once like this was someone who wasn't going to let me go. My throat got caught up and I buried my face in her hair.
"I love you, Chantelle," I whispered.
"I love you, too, Matt," she whispered back. She said it. She loves me. I kissed her.
For those few seconds, everything was good. Nothing else mattered because someone loved me. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had said that to me. Other than Mrs. Murphy, I wasn't sure anyone ever had loved me. I had some family out in Calgary, my dad's family. I met them once when I was 11. He had a sister who was much older, she was married and had some kids about ten years older than me. She was a nice lady, but I never saw her again after that.
In the morning, I had to bail on my bacon and eggs fantasy. "Gotta work," I said, kissing her goodbye. I grabbed my bike and headed to the shop for a thrilling day of skate sharpening. Chris came by to get me to do his wheels before our game that night.
"Buds, where have you been?" he asked, dropping his skates down on the counter.
"Sorry, man, I'm kind of all over the place right now, shit's fucked up."
"Is it your dad?" he asked. Chris had been around long enough, he knew what my dad was like. I tried to shelter him from it, so he wouldn't know how bad it really was, but if he was noticing, that wasn't good.
"Yeah, I don't really know what's going on there. He isn't speaking to me, I said some shit to him I probably shouldn't have."
"Well, hey, if you want to come crash at my place tonight after the game, you can," he said. I felt a bit better knowing my buddy was looking out for me.
"Nah man, all good. I haven't really been home much anyway." Although. I hadn't made any arrangements to go back to Chan's tonight after hockey. She wasn't really one for making arrangements.
"You still with Chan?"
"Something like that," I replied with a shrug. "She's cool. She thinks I should go talk to my old man, but I don't know how much good that's going to do."
"He ignores you for days at a time, it's not like the guy is up for Father of the Year, but maybe you should talk to him. What did you say that was so bad, anyway?
"I told him he's jealous of me because I got over my mom leaving us and he didn't. Oh, and that he's a shitty parent. Basically everything that would hurt him."
"Shit, man, that's no good. I mean, maybe it's true, but you can't say shit like that sometimes you gotta keep that under wraps."
I turned to the machine and watched the sparks fly off the blades of his skates. The whir always calmed me. I made sure to do his edges the way he liked, and passed the skates back to him.
"Thanks buds, you want my dad to come pick you up before the game? I'll bring you some pasta and chicken?"
When Chris's dad came to get me, I threw my bike and my hockey bag in the bed of his truck, and hopped in. Chris's mom had packed me a pasta and chicken, my favourite pre-game meal.
"Hey Matt, haven't seen you in a while," said Chris's dad.
"Yeah, been really busy. I'm trying to get a scholarship, so been studying a lot, joined the yearbook, working ..." falling in love with a girl I have no future with? You know, the usual.
"Well, hopefully you've still got enough time to score a few points," he replied with a laugh. Sean's dad had moved around some of the lines at practice this week, and I was on a new combo with one of the captains. I had also been playing on the second powerplay unit, which was awesome. Coach wasn't a big X's and O's guy, so we had freedom to do different things. Plus, Sean's dad had known us since we were in Tyke, so he and the other coach gave us lots of creative licence. Tonight's game was against one of our rival teams, and the boys were all really fired up.
I whipped out my phone. Chan had messaged me. "Good luck at your game tonight." She didn't usually do shit like that. Sure the sluts at school did, but it was mostly annoying. When Chan did it, I liked it.
"Thanks – getting some PP time. Hope to score one," was my response.
And I did. Was a total garbage goal, but I just kept hacking away at a loose puck until it went in. The new line was working out great. I picked up another assist on a late PP, and I was feeling great.
After the game I checked my phone to text Chan and tell her the good news.
"That's awesome, Matty. Proud of ya. Gonna be caught up at work pretty late tonight. Sorry :("
"No worries, let me know when you're free," I said. "Going out wtb."
"What does that mean?" she asked. Oh, Chan.
"With the boys. Hockey thing."