Page 1 of Tempting the Goalie
PROLOGUE
Luc
I’m leavingthe gym after a Sunday morning workout. The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and life is good. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take it out to see 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.
Her name rings a bell.The chick I gave my number to last Thursday. She was pretty with her long red hair. I normally didn’t dig redheads, but I could use a good tumble in the sheets.
Me:Do you have a friend who wants to join?
Lately I’ve had an affinity for threesomes. I can’t explain why, but my regular hookups became boring. I suddenly needed more. I don’t know if it’s because the last girl I slept with gotattached 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 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 who 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. It’s all impersonal, so no chance anyone can fall in love.
I know what you’re thinking, I must be a cold-hearted prick. 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 why because they are all happy and their girlfriends are all smoking hot, good 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. Luckily, I decided to shower at the gym. I put Jane’s address into Waze and arrive on her street four minutes later. I text her from outside.
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, which 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. Everyone knows I have a very handsome salary waiting on me.
I head toward the front door as it opens. Jane is hiding behind the door, her long red 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’s Sasha?”
“Waiting for us in my room,” she replies.
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 tan-skinned 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. 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 also impersonal. I know people can getinto threesome committed relationships, but 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.
