Phil Davidson
The day after our championship win, I was getting dressed and looking at the trophy in my room. It was pretty fucking big. Everyone on the team was getting a turn with it, and Coach Jerry had chosen me first. He said it was because of my hard work during the whole playoff run, but I thought Kelly should have gotten it since she scored the winning goal. I was getting ready to go for a run with her.
I liked Kelly—like, really liked her—and I had for a while.
Kelly and I had been friends since we were ten years old. I could remember the exact day we met. It was the first hockey practice of the new season. Parents were doing up skates, and everyone was joking around and getting caught up.
Then she walked into the dressing room, all alone. She was dragging an enormous hockey bag, and she stood in the doorway and looked at all of us.
“Hi, I’m Kelly Tanaka, and if you guys are Atom C3, then I’m on your team.”
She had a funny croaky voice. Her brown hair was short, and she was wearing a red t-shirt with a hockey logo and track pants. Some guys started moaning about having a girl on the team. But she laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’m really good.”
I couldn’t stop staring at her; she looked different from other girls. It was weird, but I remember thinking that she looked like sunshine. Maybe it was her energy or something.
I moved my stuff over to make a spot for her. She sat down and started talking hockey with me. Right off, she was the easiest person to talk to. Some of the parents offered to help her with her equipment, but she insisted could do it all herself.
“My mom has to look after my little brother, so she dropped me off,” she explained. And then she smiled at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back.
Once she got out on the ice, she was as good as she had said. She was a fast skater and she had some skills. After practice, she was really amped. Her face was red, she had helmet hair, and she was talking a mile a minute.
“Holy guacamole, you guys are really good. You’re way better than my team back in Ottawa. I bet we’re going to have a great season. Hey Phil, have you guys ever won anything—like a tournament or a championship?”
I shook my head. Our team was good, but we weren’t the best.
“My team came second last season. Sooooo close. Maybe this is our year, that would be cool, right?”
I nodded. It felt good to hear her say that we were a great team. I noticed most of the guys in the room were also listening to her but pretending not too. Later in the season, she got the nickname Sparky, because she was the team spark plug. She was this little Energizer bunny, working her ass off and encouraging everyone to play their best.
She was the last one to finish packing up her bag, but I wanted to keep hanging out with her.
“You want to come over now? We could play some road hockey,” I said.
“Wow, cool. I’d love to!” Kelly smiled at me again. And that was the start of our friendship.
I could also pinpoint the day I started liking Kelly for real.
It was a few months ago. For a while, I’d been noticing that she was developing physically, and I was changing too.
One day, we went for a long kayak ride. It started raining on the way back, and we were getting chilled. After we put the kayak away, we ran up to the deck, and jumped in our hot tub to warm up. She didn’t have her bathing suit, so she stripped down to her sports tank and borrowed a pair of running shorts from me.
“Holy doodle, this feels great.” Kelly sunk down into the water. “Really, it’s like everything good at once, we’re getting warm and the jets are massaging us.”
She fully immersed herself for a moment. Then she brought her head up and made this noise, almost a moan, and I got a hard-on. Her eyes were closed, and I really looked at her.
Lots of half-Asian girls are cute, but Kelly was all bright and energetic. When she talked, her whole face lit up. But now, when she was completely relaxed, she looked beautiful. Her face was kind of heart-shaped, with tanned skin, a few freckles, long eyelashes, and really full lips. And her body was hot, too. Kelly was strong; she went to the gym a lot, so she had great definition in her arms and legs. But she also had a tiny waist and this incredible ass.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. Luckily she had no clue what I was thinking, which was mainly about how I’d like to jump her, right there and then.
“Look,” Kelly pointed down. “Your shorts are all billowy in the water.”
For a moment, I thought she’d seen my hard-on, but she was pointing to the shorts that she was wearing. I really didn’t want to start staring at her crotch. I turned up the jets for camouflage and tried to think about something boring that would make my erection go down.
“Ouch, I’m a little sore. Paddling is a great arm workout, eh?” Kelly started doing shoulder rolls, which made her tits stick out.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on everything I’d been studying for my Socials test. British Columbia has a resource-based economy. Important industries include agriculture, logging—
My eyes flew open when I felt Kelly’s hand brush my forearm. “Jeez Phil, look at that big bruise you’ve got.” She leaned forward, and I could see down the front of her wet top. Concentrate, Davidson. Logging and… mining, fisheries.
Kelly kept talking. “That was from the game Thursday, wasn’t it? I saw that a-hole slash you. Don’t worry, I got him back. Just a little whack on the back of the leg, but he felt it.”
“Uh, thanks,” I said.
“Is everything okay?” Kelly asked. “You’re so quiet.”
“I dunno, I guess I’m a little tired.” How ironic was it that I couldn’t string two sentences together with the one person I’d always found it easiest to talk to?
“No way! You’re always the ultra-fit one, while I’m trying to keep up. Maybe I’m getting fitter.” She leaned back against the hot tub and closed her eyes again.
Fuck it. I gave up and just gazed at her. Even her arms looked hot, all defined with nice shoulders. As she breathed, I watched her tits rising and falling. Crap, my cock was getting so hard I was afraid it was going to breach the surface like an orca.
And ever since then, things had been like that. Kelly being all cute and sweet and having no idea how hot she was, and me being a total idiot.
I’d been holding myself back. I wanted to get with Kelly, but I didn’t know what she wanted. I knew she liked me, but I didn’t know if it was more than that. So I kept waiting for the exact right time to let her know how I felt.