Page 39 of What If I Knew You

She could tell anyone and it would kill me.

I’d be the embarrassment of the team for sure. Coach would bench me immediately and I’ve only just gotten started. I have so far to go with the Anaheim Stars.

But at least when Corri turned around and saw me she didn’t gasp and say,“Oh My God, you’re Bodhi Roche, the rich pro hockey player!”

I’ll count myself very lucky that she doesn’t recognize me.

I wonder if I should have her sign an NDA.

But how would I do that without revealing who I am?

And if I tell her, she could refuse to sign and walk away and then tell the world.

I guess I’m in this now for better or worse.

Maybe it’s not so bad.

She seems pretty easy going.

And she didn’t talk sports at all when I told her what I do.

I have to keep myself from chuckling when I glance at her because she probably doesn’t know shit about hockey. She probably works all day as a nurse and then spends her evenings shopping online or hanging out with friends. Nothing about her screams sports fan.

Thank God.

“So, now that we’ve gotten the kissing part out of the way,” she begins, “maybe we should talk about what else you want to, you know, try. Or learn. Or practice. Or whatever.”

“You mean like, a list?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “Let’s make a list. That will keep us on track.”

She pulls her phone from her purse and opens an app. “So, what comes to mind when you think about your experience or rather, what you want to experience?”

“Umm, well.” I glance around quickly to make sure nobody could be listening to our conversation. Even still, I lower my voice to a soft murmur. “I want to feel comfortable pleasuring the woman I’m with so I guess I need to learn how to touch her?”

Corri nods. “Yes. For sure. There’s a fine line between flirty touching and touching that means a whole lot more. In fact, if it’s okay with you, maybe we should start out with something easy like touching. I can show you what most women like in terms of, you know, genital touching…”

Fuck, she just said genital touching.

“Finger stimulation…”

Fucking finger stimulation

“And how to bring her to orgasm.”

Orgasm.

She said orgasm.

And I’m sitting here nodding like we’re discussing hockey stats in a press conference.

How is this even happening right now?

“Yeah.” I nod, trying fucking hard not to move my head too eagerly. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

She grazes her thumbs across her phone murmuring words like touching, fingers, and orgasm. “Okay. What else? What about oral?”

Jesus Christ.

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