Page 74 of Grudge Puck
Yow. He gets me worked up.
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The next day he had his hockey game against Boston. I went to a sports bar and watched, just as I watched the next three games he played on the road.
He played a great game in all three zones. And I don't say that because I'm a hockey analyst or have an eye for the sport, nor could I even tell you what the 'three zones' are, exactly! But I say that because theannouncerskept repeating it all night long. They said they almost didn't even recognize him anymore.
Versus Boston, Beau scored the game-winning goal for the Blizzard. A couple hours after the game, Beau called me.
“Did you watch?” he asked, sounding chipper.
“Yes!” I told him. “You were a force out there, Beau! The announcers couldn't believe it! Where are you now?”
“Back at the hotel,” he answered.
“You're not going out tonight?”
“Pff, no. I told you, I'm done with that.” He paused. “So where areyou?”
“At my place.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked, and I could hear the sneaky smile that I knew was spreading across his cheeks.
“Beau!” I wailed playfully. But I lowered my voice and gave him his answer. “Just a t-shirt and panties. I'm already in bed.”
“Ooh. What kind of panties?”
I peeked down, modeling my panties as if he could somehow see. “Pink. It's a thong.”
He growled. “Wish I could see them on you.”
“You're going to ask me for a picture now, aren't you?” I teased.
“You know me so well.”
I faked a sigh. “Fine,Beau Bradford.”
I struck a pose, snapped a shot, and sent Beau his picture.
He liked it. A lot. I know because he kept telling me over the phone.
And the two of us got to talking about how we couldn't stop thinking about our little weekend tryst. That led to us talking about how we couldn't wait for the week to be up. Soon, we were talking about what we couldn't wait to do once we saw each other again.
And, before I knew it, the dirty talk had started.
That was thethirdtime Beau managed to get me to try something new. I always thought phone sex sounded so corny. I refused to believe that anyone actually had phone sex, besides the poor women that had to work those depressing hotline numbers.
But with Beau?
“I'm gonna come, Beau,” I panted into the phone, my toes curling. I rubbed my hardening clit in circles, picturing Beau, feeling him, tasting him. “Oh my God I'm coming!”
Beau timed his orgasm with mine. “Oh yeah,yeah!”
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Imagine five more days like that, and you get the picture.
Hockey-wise, Beau and the rest of the Blizzard were both doing excellently. I didn't miss a single second of any of their games. The announcers were nowreallystarting to take notice of the changes to Beau's approach. I even wrote down some of my favorite comments I heard on the broadcast:
