Jimmy was getting nostalgic too. "We had a rink right in our backyard. My dad worked really hard to get it built up early each year. I stayed out on the ice all day on the weekends and right after school weekdays."

"Did you have boards?" I couldn't imagine having my own rink-that would have been heaven. Nobody else in my family even skated.

"Just edges, to keep the ice in. But we had boards behind the goals so you didn't lose the puck all the time." He smiled happily as he remembered. Although hockey was his job, he just loved playing. I felt the same way.

An out-of-control toddler skated right in front of us, and we had to stop sharply to avoid crashing into him. His apologetic dad came by and grabbed him, but I saw him taking off again as soon as his skates touched the ice.

"Were you like that?" I asked, pointing at the little guy.

"Maybe a little. I loved skating fast. Racing everyone."

"And I bet you hated losing races." I knew how crazily competitive he was, and that probably started early.

"I wouldn't know." Jimmy grinned cockily.

"Oh, you never lost." I smiled back at him. "But was it hard to find all those one-legged kids to race against?"

"Very funny, Kelly."

I reached up and grabbed his toque and took off.

"Let's see how you do against someone with two legs," I called over my shoulder. I had a head start and was going full tilt, but I had to deke around a lot of people. It didn't take him long to catch up, and he put both arms around me from behind and squeezed me tightly into him. I was giggling my head off, and Jimmy was laughing too. It felt so good to be outside skating together. He tried to get the toque back, but I stretched it out of his reach.

"What's the magic word?" I laughed and held my arm out.

Suddenly, he stopped and loosened his grip on me, his arms only encircling me gently. I turned to look at him and his eyes were dark and faraway.

"Kelly."

"Yes?" I asked. What was he thinking about now?

"No, I mean the magic word: it's Kelly." He looked at me solemnly. "You make everything so great, every dumb thing is magic because you're here." Then he looked down at the ice, like he was embarrassed to have said something so sentimental.

"Oh Jimmy, that's so sweet." I put the toque back on him and put my gloved hands on his cheeks. He kissed me passionately.

We'd definitely had some adjustments to living together. But despite the warnings of my friends and family, I had done the right thing. I felt this warmth and tenderness inside me. When we broke off the kiss, he looked down at me with tenderness in his expression.

"Jimmy, I love you so much. Getting back together with you was the best decision ever."

His eyes widened and then crinkled as he smiled broadly. "Oh wow, Kelly, you've never been the one to say, 'I love you' first. That's so great. I love you, too."

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and I rested my head against his solid chest. A few flakes of snow fell onto my cheek and melted like chilly tears of joy.

31.

Cloudy With A Chance of Showers

James

"You coming with us for dinner?"

J.J. grinned down at me, as I sat in my cubby. Did he not give a shit that we had lost?

"No. Not going."

"Suit yourself."

He left, and I looked down at the dressing room floor. "I don't deserve to go."

J.J. heard me and came back. "C'mon, Freeze, you can't take all the blame again. It's just one game, we'll get 'em next time!"

I shook my head. I was the captain, and it was my responsibility to lead the team. Even more so tonight, I had the game on my stick, and I hadn't made my shoot-out goal. Shit. I was going to have to put extra time in on my shooting drills tomorrow. Preparation was the key. I obviously hadn't been prepared enough for tonight, and that wouldn't happen again.

I took a long shower and then met up with Kelly in the lounge. She was the only one still there. She greeted me with a kiss, but I shook her off.

Kelly didn't say a word all the way home. One of the reasons I wanted to be together was that she was so positive and happy. Now I was bringing her down with me. I didn't deserve a girlfriend like her.

When we got home, I went to kitchen and poured myself a big bowl of cereal. While I was adding the milk, Kelly walked in.

"Sorry, I thought we were going out, so I didn't get anything ready. Would you like me to make you some dinner?" she offered.

I shook my head. Last night she cooked grilled chicken and potatoes. She set off the smoke detectors and when she was done, the chicken was burnt black on the outside and raw inside. How the hell did she even do that? The potatoes were rock hard and inedible. She should have been going to cooking school instead of broadcasting school. Maybe I did deserve a girlfriend like her.

I had another bowl of cereal, some fruit, a protein shake and a Power Bar. I still felt so frustrated and irritated, and I didn't know what to do. Maybe another shower would relax me enough to go to sleep.

Once I got in the shower, I realized that there wasn't any soap. Of course. Could nothing go right today?

"Kelly, can you get me some soap?" I called out.

A couple of minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open. As I turned, I saw Kelly. She must have been getting changed, since she was only wearing one of my white t-shirts.

She opened the glass shower door, and I reached out. "Oh, thanks-"

But instead of handing me the soap, she got into the shower and closed the door behind her.

"Here's your soap," she said.

The water was pouring down and making the t-shirt all see-through. It clung to her tits and I could see the outline of her big dark nipples. When I finally tore my eyes away, Kelly was watching me with a little smile. Her whole face was wet and her eyes had this teasing look in them. Fuck, she looked so hot in a bad girl way.

"Let me help you with the soap," she said.

She got behind me and put her arms around my waist. Her hands caressed my chest, then down my ribs, and rested on my stomach. I could feel her warm, wet body against my back and pushed my ass against her. Then she took the soap and soaped up my back, beginning at the shoulders. She pressed hard against my delts, pushing her thumbs into the muscle tissue and massaging the tension away. She soaped up her hands again and moved down my shoulder blades, along my spine and then to my lower back. More soap and then she sudsed up my ass, massaging that as well.

"You feel so good, so strong. I love your ass, Jimmy," she murmured. I started slightly as she pushed her hand into the groove between my ass cheeks. Then she stuck a soapy finger into my butthole. Shit. I was already hard, but my cock leaped up when I felt that. I moaned as she started soaping up my balls with her other hand. My legs were feeling a little weak, so I leaned both hands against the shower wall as she worked me over.

Kelly stopped, ducked under my arm, and knelt in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth, sucking it as I got harder and harder. I watched her doing this. I reached down and pushed back her hair so I could see her beautiful face. The water coursed down over her face-her cheeks swollen full with my cock, and her head rocked rhythmically as she blew me. Oh man, it felt so good. I let myself relax into the sensations of the warmth, the water, and the newness.

She reached back and played with my balls, then squeezed my ass cheeks, and inserted a finger up my ass again. Fuck, that sent me over the top. When I started to come, I pulled out and came on her tits and face. The shower washed away my come right away, but I was still so turned on by doing something different and kind of dirty.

I pulled her up and French-kissed her hard. "Kelly, you bad girl."

She giggled. "You feel better now, right?"

Yeah. I had pretty much forgotten about the game. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to Kelly the rest of the night.

Some of the guys on the team had been riding me about having a steady girlfriend at my age and all the stuff I was missing out on. But Kelly was really into sex, so I figured that I could get her to do more different stuff and then I'd have the best of both worlds. And with her already acting so hot, tonight would be a good night to start.

She came into the bedroom towelling dry her hair and wearing a robe. I was waiting in bed for her. I felt extra-excited.

"Hey, Kelly. Why don't you wear some of your new stuff?"

We had gone to that lingerie store J.J. told me about and had a great time. Kelly had modelled all these little see-through nighties and bras for me in a private room. She had looked so hot that I had ended up doing her right then and there, although we had to be very quiet. The salesladies didn't seem to mind since we bought almost everything. The store was probably used to that kind of thing.

"Which one?" She held up a black gown and a purple one.

"Wear that red one with the ribbons," I told her. It reminded me of the underwear she wore when we did it at the arena in Vancouver.

"The corset?" she asked and I nodded. I watched her wriggle into it, which was almost as good as getting to take it off her.

"Ugh, how am I supposed to tie it up in the back?" Kelly struggled to reach back, and I came to her rescue. The corset made her waist look tiny, and her hips and ass flared out the bottom. There were matching panties too. Her tits were all raised up and pushed out. I tightened up the ribbons in the back and then looked at her in the mirror. She looked flushed and beautiful. She hadn't come in the shower, so I knew she was horny. I reached around the front and cupped her tits in my hands.

"Oh, Jimmy," she breathed. I liked seeing my hands on her body. I alternated between squeezing her breasts and circling her tiny waist. Finally I pulled down the cups so her tits popped out. Her nipples were already tight little nibs. I pinched one in each hand and she dropped her head back against me and exhaled.

"Take off your panties."

"I just put them on," she protested, but she pulled them down anyway. Now she looked really hot with the corset around her waist and her ass sticking out. Kelly's ass was incredible, and with the mirror, I could see her front and back.

I caressed her ass cheeks, and she pushed her ass further out towards me. I spread her cheeks and let my cock nudge her little puckered opening. When I looked in the mirror her eyes were half-closed, her lips were parted. I could tell she wanted it bad.

"I liked what you did to me in the shower, baby."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'd like to do the same to you," I told her.

"Okay," she said, but I don't think she had any idea. I grabbed the lube that I had taken out of the drawer and opened the packaging. Then I started smearing it around her asshole and then up inside her. She tensed up a little. "Have you ever done it this way?" I asked her.

Kelly shook her head. I used my other hand to play with her clit, and she relaxed. I worked her asshole until she seemed to be enjoying it. I hadn't ever had anal sex before either but I'd done a lot of web research. The main thing was getting Kelly to relax, and she couldn't be more relaxed.

"Let's go to the bed." I guided her over and then went to the bathroom. I washed my hands and got a condom.

I turned Kelly on her side and got behind her.

"Stay relaxed, baby. If it hurts, I'll stop, okay?"

She nodded. It was weird that she wasn't saying anything. When we first had sex, she was more experienced, but now I was the one who knew more.

I applied a lot more lube until she was really slick. Then I put on the condom and lubed that as well. I stuck the tip inside, and it was really tight. Felt great.

"Breathe, Kelly. Relax." She exhaled, and I went a little deeper. It took ages to get in fully, but Kelly handled it. And it felt so tight and novel. Who knew you could have sex with the same person and have it feel so different?

I took only a few gentle strokes, because I could tell she wasn't totally comfortable. I kept playing with her clit and when she finally started to come, I thrust in once more and came too.

After I came back from getting rid of the condom and washing up, Kelly was lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. I cuddled her in my arms.

"How was that?" I asked her.

"It was okay. I like regular sex better."

"Well, that was only our first time. It'll feel better next time, and get easier. We can get some toys and get you more used to ass-play."

"Toys?" Kelly giggled. "Like Lego?"

"No, like sex toys."

"I know, Jimmy. I was only kidding."

She kissed me, turned over, and went to sleep. I stretched out on my side of the bed.

That was great. See, the guys were wrong. Kelly was so into sex that we could do whatever I could think up. Anything J.J. or Wheels bragged about, I could be doing the next night with my sexy girlfriend and not have to worry about stuff like STDs or psychotic stalkers. Truly the best of all worlds.

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