Page 20 of Give Me a Chance
My two nights with Natalie were by far the most adventurous experiences of my life. And they were the best experiences. Maybe it’s not about her. Maybe the chemistry was partly the product of the adventure aspect.
Maybe I should explore more. Or ask Connor to take me to the club. Maybe I should’ve taken up Lucy on her offer.
Sitting on my couch, I try to imagine what it would be like. I imagine that sweet smile as she sits and grinds herself on my lap. She’s soft and feminine, molds perfectly to my touch.
But my mind isn’t having it. When I pick up my gaze from where we’re connected, dark eyes surrounded by a wild mane stare back at me with a smile the furthest thing from sweet. Instead of soft curves, Natalie’s toned body circles on my lap. She isn’t tentative or kind, she’s a lioness ready to eat me alive. I’m painfully hard, so I continue the fantasy taking my cock out of my pants. My hand starts pumping it, and I imagine her pussy in its place. Sooner than I’m proud to admit, warm liquid drips on my hand and stomach.
I clean myself up in the downstairs bathroom and head upstairs for a shower. This house is one of my proudest possessions. It’s a perfect family home, in a safe neighborhood with excellent schools. I bought it four years ago, hoping it would be full by now. But no, I’m still the only one here.
Arriving at the rink,all ten of my 6-year-old hockey students are here and ready to practice. Six little boys and four little girls have been working alongside me for over a year now, and they’re showing tremendous progress.
“Good evening, my favorite boys and girls! Ready for some hockey?” They cheer, thrilled when I use my announcer’s voice.
“Let’s start with some Sharks and Minnows while I prep the equipment. Elsie, you’re the shark.” Elsie is a bright-eyed, dark-skinned little girl who could barely stand on her skates a year ago. Now, she’s the fastest one in the group. She makes a quick work of catching the minnows while I bring in everything we’ll need for the practice.
I set up the cones for the relay race. Five cones in two rows for the two groups I split them in. It’s one of their favorite activities. They get super competitive, and, most times, I have to give the losing team a chance for a rematch.
With the sound of my whistle, Eric and Tommy start leading the puck around the cones. Eric doesn’t lose focus for a second, and it’s obvious he had some extra practice with his dad, finishing way before Tommy. Tommy’s team doesn’t give up, sending Elsie next. She quickly catches up to Sofia, taking the lead for her team. It’s neck and neck till the last second, but Eric’s team is victorious in the end. They celebrate like they’re in the NHL, which never gets old.
“Great job, guys! That’s it for today!” I yell out after we close off the practice with some free puck play. I give each of the kids a high five on their way out. Eric waits last in line to exit. He never rushes to exit the ice. He would probably live on it if possible.
“Hi,” Rina says as I step out, giving me a funny look. She helps Eric untie his skates before he leaves to the locker room.
“What’s the look?” I ask, suspicious.
“What look?”
“She told you.” It clicks. “Natalie told you.”
“Umm . . . yeah, she did. It explains a lot.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Does it? Because I don’t have a clue what’s going on half of the time.” She winces slightly.
“I can understand that. Look, Natalie is my best friend. I love her to death. I also love you, so I think you deserve to know I think it would be a bad idea. Natalie’s weird about this stuff. She refuses anything serious, and I’m sure she has her reasons. I don’t want you to get hurt in the process.”
“Yeah, I got that. But thanks, anyway.” She gives me a sad smile before she follows Eric to the locker room.
I don’t know why what she said rubbed me the wrong way, but it did. Is everyone worried she’s going to hurt me?
I know I’m more romantic than the average male, but I’m not fucking fragile.
Why does Rina even think I’m interested in Natalie enough for her to hurt me?
I mean, the sex was great, but our values and goals are vastly different. And I was never one to be led by my dick.
I domy best to keep my head down in the office the next few days. Not because I’m trying to hide, but because I’m trying to avoid the bright supernova blinding me. Still, glimpses of olive skin and curly hair wreak havoc on my peripheral vision.
She’s a magnet to the people around her. They gravitate towards her effortlessly, hanging on to every word she says. It’s who she is. Which only makes my task of ignoring her harder.
On Wednesday, I ignore the way her purple blouse reveals her collarbone.
On Thursday, I ignore the sound of her laughter, and I definitely don’t wonder what made her laugh.
On Friday, I ignore hearing her moan taking the first sip of her morning coffee.
By Saturday, I’m ready for a Natalie cleanse.
So, I call up Noah and Connor to meet me for drinks. We meet in a sports bar downtown, and within five minutes, it’s clear my wishes won’t be answered. A college basketball game is playing on the giant TV screens, but Connor has a smirk on his face, meaning he came here for the tea, not the sports.
