Phil
Since I was still on Calgary time, I slept in. Kelly had slipped a note under the door saying that she had gone for a workout but would be back around 11:00. That gave me time to take a shower and wake up fully.
The shower was across the hall, and when I came out, Kelly and Kiana were standing in front of my door and knocking.
“Looking for me?”
“Oh, there you are,” Kelly whirled around. “I thought you must be the soundest sleeper who—” Her eyes widened. “Um, shouldn’t you be more, uh, dressed?”
I had a towel wrapped my waist. “I figured nobody was around.”
“It’s okay,” said Kiana with a grin. “Just us, and we don’t mind. In fact, you can go around like that all the time if that’s more comfortable for you.”
“I mind,” Kelly said, keeping her eyes averted. “You should get dressed so we can go out for lunch. I want to take a nap before the game.”
“Yes, boss,” I said. I went in the room and closed the door, but I could still hear Kiana’s voice.
“Oh my God, Kelly. You let that body sleep alone? Are you crazy? I have never seen a six-pack like that in real life. And his chest is, uh, I don’t even have words. Mmmmhmmm.”
“He’s my ex-boyfriend. That means we don’t….” Kelly’s voice faded as they walked down the hall.
Once again I kicked myself. If I were still Kelly’s boyfriend, I wouldn’t be sleeping in old Joel’s room. I would have been in her bed where I belonged. Kelly and I had come a long way in less than 24 hours, but we weren’t back to where we used to be. It was a back and forth process, I’d feel like we were getting closer and then Kelly would push me away. However, I was a patient guy. Look how long I’d waited to go out with Kelly in the first place.
I felt a lot better already. Knowing Kelly wasn’t mad at me anymore was a big relief. Whatever else might happen, now I’d be able to call her and talk. I really missed sharing shit with her.
We went to lunch with Kiana, so Kelly and I didn’t get a chance to talk about any important stuff. Kelly went back to take a nap, and I went out to meet a friend for coffee. I wandered around the downtown; it crackled with energy and a sense of fun. Maybe the better idea would have been for me to go to McGill. The campus was integrated with the city in a completely unique way.
By the time I got to the rink, it was almost game time but there were hardly any people there. Kiana was sitting in the middle of the stands. She waved, and I went over.
“Hey Phil. I figured you’d be here earlier. Did you come to the rink with Kelly?”
“Nope. She said she had her own routine and I would interfere with it. I haven’t seen her since lunch.”
Kiana widened her eyes at that, but it didn’t bother me, I knew Kelly took game prep seriously.
Kiana rubbed her gloved hands together. It was cold in the arena without a crowd. “I came to one preseason game, and it was great. Kelly’s such a good player. And last time there was almost a fight! Well, a shoving match anyway.”
I watched Kelly skating around the ice during the warm-up. It reminded me of our years playing together. I was signed up to play intramural, but what Kelly was doing was the real deal and I felt proud of her. She said she was on the fourth line, which probably meant she wasn’t getting a ton of ice time, but she was only in first year.
Once the game got going, McGill was clearly a stronger team than Concordia. Her team took a two-goal lead, and then Kelly started getting more shifts. Maybe the coach was trying to figure out what he had in the new players. Kelly thrived on more minutes. I knew what that was like; if you don’t play enough you can’t get your rhythm going. In the middle of the third period, Kelly set up this sweet goal.
“That’s Deidre,” Kiana told me, pointing to the girl who scored the goal. “She’s a good friend of Kelly’s. They like to play on the same line.”
“Kelly’s always been a great playmaker.” I liked seeing the life that Kelly had already built up here. I knew she was worried about coming to a new place, but she had made good friends already. I felt even more justified about what I had done, but that wasn’t going to cut me any slack with Kelly.
I turned to watch the play and noticed Kiana was staring at me. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she squinted at me.
“You cheated on her, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“Ugh. Kelly’s a bit of a mystery. We’re good friends, but she never even mentioned an ex-boyfriend, much less one that—” She broke off the sentence and shook her head. “I mean, here you are and you’re being all adorable, so it’s obvious that you want to get back together. I thought Kelly wasn’t into dating, but maybe the guys here aren’t meeting her high standards.” Kiana tapped her forefinger on her chin and seemed to be doing some serious thinking. “And she’s usually so nice, but when she saw you—wow. I’ve never seen Kelly so p.o.’d before!”
I didn’t say a word. It was clear that Kiana could have a conversation all by herself. But it was a relief to hear that Kelly hadn’t been dating anyone else.
She scowled at me. “You’re not going to help, are you? Well, if you did cheat on her, you’re a jerk.”
“I would never cheat on Kelly,” I said firmly. Why was this even an issue? In some ways, that was the whole point of our breakup. We would go our own ways and still be friends until the time we could get back together. I knew Kelly was upset about the way things went down, but I would still stand behind my intentions.
At home, it was my older brother Ray was the one who screwed up first, and I watched and learned. So when he had a cup of eggnog poured over him during a Christmas Eve party, I got the visual lesson that staying with your high school girlfriend when you went away to university was a bad idea. Ray said that if he and Viv had split up when he left, maybe they could have stayed friends. He also told me that university was a great time, and I should be free to enjoy it. But everyone was different, and I should have figured that out too.
The Martlets ended up winning 4-1, and Kiana showed me the hallway where I could meet Kelly afterwards.
“Are you going to wait for her too?” I wondered.
“Ordinarily, I would stay to say congrats on a great game. But I think Kelly will be one of the last people out, so you can pass on the message for me. I’ve still got tons of work to do.”
Just then Kelly emerged. Her face was all shiny and glowing. Her expression put me right back into the dressing room after a win. She’d always get all excited and chat nonstop about the game.
“You’re early,” Kiana said.
Kelly nodded. “Well, I knew that Phil—I mean, you guys would be here waiting.”
Kiana laughed. “Yeah, right. Congrats on a great game.”
“Thanks! Two games, two assists. I’m officially a point-a-game player in the regular season,” she declared.
“Like that’s going to last,” called out a girl with a ball cap as she walked by.
Kelly laughed and made a hand gesture. We walked back to the residence with Kiana.
“We’re going out to dinner, you coming?” Kelly asked her.
Kiana shook her head. “Too much stuff to finish. Your game was my break. See you later.” She winked at Kelly. “Have fun.”
I followed Kelly into her room. She had that great afterglow she always got after a game. I leaned against her desk as she zipped around the room, putting away gear and getting her shower stuff ready.
“I feel like we’re really starting to gel,” she said. “It’s all about tendencies, right? You have to know where people are going to be on the ice. There’s vision, but there’s also familiarity. We play a system, but everyone is going to cheat the system in some way and if you can anticipate that—wow, it’s like having an extra gear!”
“Yeah, it seemed like Concordia was a half-step behind,” I agreed, and Kelly nodded vigourously.
“I know. You should have seen us in September. Everyone came to the first practice ready to go. No slackers here. I’m so glad I trained hard all summer.”
“You did work hard,” I agreed. “I’ve never seen you put in so much gym time.”
“Well, I prefer to be outside in the summer, but it was worth it.” She pulled up her sleeve, and flexed her upper arm. “Best arm strength, ever. I can feel the difference in my shot. And Coach Mike is working on technical stuff with me. He’s amazing; he’s such a high level coach. The very first practice, he watched me for two minutes and—” Then she looked up at me with her brow furrowed, “Oh sorry. Am I going on too much?”
I laughed. “Are you kidding me? Your enthusiasm is one of the best things about you. Don’t ever change!”
Kelly giggled and spontaneously hugged me. “Thanks!”
I automatically put my arms around her and pulled her close. Of course, the familiar pressure of her body against mine was making me feel more than friendly.
Kelly looked up at me and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
I kept one arm locked around her, and reached out to stroke her collarbone above the V in her t-shirt. “It’s okay. We could celebrate your good game.”
Kelly shivered. “No, Phil. Not a good idea.” But her voice was soft and her hips swayed closer to me.
“Kelly, it can be any way you want. We can get back together for tonight or for real. I’ve missed you. Let me show you how much.”
“It’s not a good time. I’m all sweaty,” she protested.
I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “You smell good to me. Really good.” Her skin was slightly sticky and her familiar scent was making me hard. My cock strained towards her. I let one hand drift down to her ass and pulled her into me. When she felt my hard-on, she exhaled loudly.
“We should talk about this first,” Kelly said, shaking her head.
But one of our best ways of communicating was without words.
I raised her chin and kissed her. Her lips were soft but she kept her mouth firmly closed. Her body was stiff with tension.
“Please, Kel,” I breathed into her. “Let’s be together again.” I found the little sensitive place on the back of neck and kissed it. I knew her body so well.
She groaned. “Oh fuck. This is such a bad idea.” But she began to kiss me back. Her kiss was timid at first. Then she kissed me with her mouth soft and open for my tongue to enter. So familiar and so sweet.
When I stopped to pull up her t-shirt, she let out a huge sigh. “What is wrong with me?” she asked, almost too low for me to hear.
“Nothing. There’s not one thing wrong with you,” I told her. She was fucking perfect. I pulled the t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra underneath. I kissed along the line of her chin, nipping her ear, then making my way down her neck. I licked the warm moist place between her tits and heard Kelly exhale. Her body was relaxing now, and I had to support her as she arched towards me, offering her tits to my mouth. I gently bit her nipple through the thick fabric. I felt it harden, and then I pulled the bra up so both her tits were exposed. I sucked away at each sweet nipple until they were tight, wet points.
“Oh man,” Kelly said. She reached down and pulled off the sports top herself. I fell to my knees, kissing a trail down to her belly to the top of her yoga pants. They pulled down easily, and I hooked my thumbs into her panties and pulled them down too. Her skin was warm and slightly moist from her exertion. I kept moving down as I kissed her, going directly to her centre. I blew softly on her pussy hair, and she wriggled as my breath tickled her. I parted her folds and started lapping at her clit.
“Oh yeah,” Kelly said. She tried to spread her legs more, but her clothes were preventing her and she teetered a little. I stood, picked her up, and laid her across the bed. She kicked off her pants, and spread her legs wide apart.
“God, Phil—more. I want more,” she begged.
I knelt on the floor between her legs and went at her again, sucking hard on her clit until I felt it swelling up in my mouth. Kelly let out a little cry of pleasure. I stopped and used my fingers to play with her clit so I could watch her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, and her face was tensed. “Oh yes—yes! Oh my God, feels so good,” she panted. I loved to see her like this, getting off on my touch. Each motion of my fingers set off a reaction in her—her whole body writhing and jerking as I rubbed her wet and swollen clit.
“Did you miss this, Kel?” I asked as I relentlessly worked her.
“Unnnh,” she groaned. “Fuck, yes!” My dirty girl. I plunged a finger inside her and starting tonguing her clit again. She started to come right away, lifting her hips to meet my mouth and tensing her thighs. It was like she was making up for all the sex we had missed by having this huge orgasm.
Every familiar noise she made was turning me on more and more. My cock was rock hard and I could not wait to fuck her. Once she collapsed on the bed and whimpered, I figured she was done and repositioned her properly on the bed.
“Are you still on birth control, Kel?” I had a condom on me, but I hoped we could do without it.
She blinked dazedly and nodded. I moved between her legs, and she put a hand on my chest.
“Wait, Phil. Have you… um… are you still healthy?”
“Healthy? Yeah, of course.” My cock was aching and I wanted to do this now.
She was fully conscious now and staring at me. “No. I mean have you slept with someone else since I last saw you?”
“No, Kelly, I haven’t. Christ, I’ve spent the last two months trying to reach you. Do you think I’m out there fucking randoms at night and then pleading to get back with you the next day?”
I sounded angrier than I’d intended, but I couldn’t believe she was asking me this.
Kelly reached up and caressed my cheek. “Phil, I’m so sorry, really. I trust you.” She kissed me sweetly on the lips. She paused, and for a moment I thought she was going to say something else. Instead she put her hand between us and positioned my cock, putting the tip inside her.
“Fuck me, Davidson.”
She gave me a look that was pure lust, and I forgot all about my irritation and worries. I thrust fully into Kelly and pulled out slowly. She raised her hips and spread legs wider, meeting my every stroke with her own motions. She was watching me now, and making all the little moves she knew I liked. That’s why our sex was so damn good; we had this unreal physical connection.
Kelly gently rotated her hips as I plunged in, and I groaned out loud at the sensation. She laughed. “You like that?”
I wasn’t going to be the only one to lose control here. I grabbed her ankles and pulled them up to my chest, so I was fucking her tight and deep. My cock was rock hard as I pounded into her, but Kelly just took it all. She grunted each time I bottomed out, and I watched her—eyes closed, head back, tits jumping with every stroke. Our bodies smacked together and came apart with an intensity that was almost primal. She was glistening with sweat, even her hair was damp, and I was sweating too. I could not remember fucking her this hard before, but tonight had a special urgency. Like it was the only way I could communicate with her, to show her how much I still loved her. She wouldn’t listen, but she could feel everything.
“Unnnnh,” she cried out loudly. Kelly was beyond her little mews and grunts now. She was almost out of it, her whole body wriggling with pleasure as my cock drilled her rhythmically. She was building up to a big climax, and I was determined she was going to come before me; I wanted to feel her little spasms all around my cock. I let go of one ankle and her leg flopped out, like she was made of rubber. I reached down and gently pinched her clit.
“Oh fuck! God, Phil, I’m coming.” She let out a little scream, and I could feel the tremors going through her. Her whole body bowed out and then relaxed completely. I pushed in a few last strokes and then I came too. Exhausted, we both flopped down on her single bed, arms and legs entwined.
After a few minutes, Kelly poked her head up and kissed me on the armpit.
Reflexively I brought my arm down. “Tickles,” I told her.
“Sorry,” she laughed. “I wanted to kiss you, and it was the closest part to me.”
“Too bad you weren’t lower down.”
“Yeah, right. That was the most intense sex we’ve ever had. I couldn’t go again, and I’m sure you can’t get it up either.”
I traced her mouth with my forefinger. “Your kisses could bring my cock back to life.” Well, maybe not right away, but it would sure feel good while she tried.
“No. I’m wiped.” She fell back onto her pillow. “Augh. Also starved. I wish food would appear magically in my room.”
“Can’t we order pizza or something?”
“We still need to get dressed. Unless you want to pay the pizza guy while you’re naked.”
“I want to stay here in bed with you,” I declared firmly. I wanted to sleep with Kelly, hold her all night, and wake up with her.
She smiled. “How can I deny anything to the guy who just gave me the orgasm of the century? Your tongue should be labelled a dangerous weapon.”
I stuck it out at her, and she laughed loudly.
She untangled herself from me, got up, and pulled a white terry robe on. “Okay, this is what’s going to happen. We will order in. I will go downstairs and pick it up. You can stay here—naked.” She ran a hand down my stomach and winked at me. “Then I will eat pizza off those abs.”
I laughed. “Treating me like a sex object again, Sparky?”
“You love it,” she said.
Maybe. But I only liked being Kelly’s sex object.
Kelly
I was absolutely starving, and Phil knew better than to attempt a real conversation until my blood sugar levels were back up. Still, I was dreading having to talk about any relationship stuff.
“Pretty sure that was the best pizza I’ve ever eaten,” Phil said. He was uncharacteristically cheerful. He had pulled on his jeans, but he still looked hot.
“It’s certainly the best pizza I’ve eaten off a naked man,” I joked.
“You make it sound like there have been others.”
“What can I say? Montreal is a very sexy place.”
Phil kissed me. “Sure, now that I’m here.” He ran a hand over my stomach, and I burped.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said. My tummy felt really full now, and I didn’t feel like having sex right away. “I think I’d like to take a shower now.”
“Me too,” Phil declared.
“Well, good thing there are multiple showers.”
“I want to take a shower with you.”
“Phil! You can’t do that.”
“Why not? Kiana’s the only one around. She won’t mind, especially if I come out in a towel afterwards.”
“Oh man, you heard us talking this morning?” I couldn’t help but giggle as I tried to remember what else we had said. “Well, just a shower, okay? We can come back here afterwards to fool around.”
“Yes ma’am. Unless you drop the soap. That ass is way too tempting.”
And soap was kind of slippery, wasn’t it?
“So, now what?” I wondered after our shower. I figured that the options were more sex or sleeping, and I was good with either one.
Phil dropped his towel, which poor Kiana hadn’t gotten a chance to see, and got into my bed. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me after him. “Cuddling time,” he declared.
“Did you just say cuddling? I think you’ll have to give up your man card now.” I snuggled up against him and wriggled out of my robe.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t tell Hoff. And now I want to talk.” He laughed. “What the fuck have you done to me, Kel?”
I giggled and kissed him. I figured the only reason he wanted to talk was that he had exhausted himself in the shower. “Okay, but I want to get to sleep soon. I have another game tomorrow.” I checked my bedside clock and it wasn’t even eleven yet. And right now I felt pretty spectacular.
Phil didn’t waste any time. “Kel, it’s fucking incredible being here with you. I want us to go out again.”
“What? No way. What happened to Mr. Long-distance-never-works?”
“He was an idiot who didn’t know what it was like to be without you.”
“No, I think he was right.” I wriggled out of arms and propped myself up on one elbow. This didn’t seem like a cuddling sort of discussion. “We’re too busy. We can’t be dating again.”
“Why not? I’m not saying we need to visit each other every weekend. We can stay in touch by email or phone. We’re going to be talking anyway. You know, for emotional support… and maybe phone sex?” He grinned and ran his hand up my side, tickling me. I laughed and dropped back beside him.
“You perv. That’s all you want—sex.”
“Unlike you, right?” he teased. I had to admit that having sex with Phil was making me feel fantastic, but it wasn’t a good enough reason to get back together.
“Seriously, Phil, I kind of like being on my own. When Donna dropped me off here, I realized I didn’t know a single soul in the whole residence. It was scary. Of course, once Orientation started, I met Kiana, and her friend, Jen. Then hockey practice began and everything started falling into place.”
“Aww, Kel. I wish I could have been there for you. I would have told you that you weren’t alone. I felt the same way. You know, in high school, we were on top of everything, and then you get to university and it’s so much bigger.”
“Yeah, but—” I searched for the right words. The best part was doing something difficult, and getting through to the other side. “Ever since I’ve known you, Phil, you’ve tried to protect me. It’s better for me to learn how to protect myself.” I mimed a fake punch towards his chest, and he caught my fist in his hand.
“Yeah, great fucking job I did of protecting you. I’m the one who ends up hurting you. What an asshole.”
I shrugged. “It’s not like I could go through life without getting hurt.”
Phil put one arm around me and held my hand. “I wish you could. You’re so sweet, Kel.” He shook his head. “I can’t describe what it is about you that is so special. It’s like optimism or positivity… I don’t know. Whatever, it’s beautiful. And anyone who wrecks that needs an ass-kicking. Please Kel, let’s get back together.”
I wriggled away and got off the bed. “Phil. Everything you said before was right. We need to go our own ways and do our own thing.” I turned to face him. “And tell the truth, don’t you want to go out with other girls?”
Phil dropped his gaze. “I thought I did. But now I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too. But we’ve already done the hard part of breaking up. It was great that you came here, and I’m happy we’re friends again.” I glanced down at Phil’s semi-hard cock, which was nudging me. This still seemed like the wrong conversation to be having naked. “Maybe more than friends,” I giggled. “But I agree with Old Phil, not being together is the right thing for now.”
“So, we’ll get back together next summer?” Phil asked.
“Stop, Phil. We went through this promise crap before. We’re not going out now, and there are no guarantees for the future.”
Phil shook his head. “That’s fucked. We were meant to be together.”
I didn’t answer him. Maybe he was right, but I wasn’t making any commitments. Phil was used to getting his own way, but even in a few weeks I had become a more independent person.
Phil wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me into him. “Aww, Kel. I hear you. So we’ll do things your way. For now.”
I laughed. I was stubborn, but so was Phil. He kissed and leaned his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Kel.”
Suddenly I felt panic shoot through my body. Those words seem to trigger something in me. A fear that if I told Phil I loved him, he would hurt me again. I also felt like I had spent so much time and energy trying not to be in love with Phil, that to relent now would undo everything. It was completely ridiculous, yet also made perfect sense. I had given in to Phil in so many ways in the past two days, but I wasn’t budging on what was really important to me.
I kissed Phil, and whispered, “Everything’s been great. Let’s not wreck it.”
Phil didn’t say anything for a long minute. Finally I felt his body relax again.
“Okay. But we will be together again.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked, and Phil laughed. Whatever. I had a game tomorrow. With Phil’s arms wrapped tightly around me, I drifted off to sleep.
The End