#6

*** Ugh! Blogger still hates me =( I can't use italics at home apparently so... you'll have to guess when Kaner is talking in his head lol. Hopefully it's not too hard to follow! ***

“Don’t mock me Sharpe! This is serious!” I whispered angrily into the phone as I hid in the bathroom.

“Man, clam down, it’s not that big of deal… shit happens.” He replied back, unable to keep the smile out of his voice. “And hey, the boys think it’s great.”

“Ugh! You told them… why would you tell them?” I put my face in my hands and moaned, just friggin brilliant.

“Well she’s you’re almost-girlfriend; the first one you’ve had like… ever, so I figured we could celebrate.”

“Celebrate?! Sharpe I’ve known her for two days…” I looked around the bathroom at all the chick stuff on the counters, “two days… and her shit is EVERYWHERE!”

“Meh, what can you do… at least she’s hot. When are you gonna make it official?”

“Huh? What do you mean official? She’s basically moved in!”

“Yah but, you have to make it official or they get cranky… trust me I know.” I sighed and shook my head, never again was I going out to a bar…

I pushed myself off the ledge of the tub to pace around the bathroom. After spending several minutes debating internally on what to do, I came to one conclusion. “This is your fault!” I jabbed.

“Woah, what? How do you figure that one?” Sharpe said defensively, taking on a serious tone for the first time in the conversation.

“If you didn’t bring that other girl over none of this would have happened… you owe me!” It makes sense to me… that’s all that really matters.

“I didn’t make you bang her man, that was all you… and if I may, judging by the sounds I heard; you’re welcome.”

“Fuck!”

“Holy intense batman… just chill out. You’re gonna give yourself a brain aneurism or something.” I took a deep breath and sat back down. I knew Alyssa was probably wondering where I was, but at this particular moment, I was too much of a coward to leave the safety of my porcelain domain. “Look, just ask her… it won’t be too bad. Trust me man, they’ll be no getting rid of this one now… not if she has shit there. That’s how they operate; puck bunnies are like herpies… they never really leave.”

I got up and crossed the bathroom pulling the door open. “Hey…Alyssa!”

“Wait… what are you-”

“Yah?” Alyssa cut Sharpe off as she came around the corner.

“Do you ah… wanna be my girlfriend?” God I’m a fag.

She gave me a huge grin. “Yes!”

Now what? “Ah. Ok. Cool.” I closed the bathroom door in her face and sat back down on the side of the tub.

“What the hell did you just do?” Sharpe yelled at me.

“I asked her out like you said to!”

“And where is she now?”

“I don’t know… I closed the door…”

A deep exhale came over the line. “You’re an idiot. I’ll get the boys together… meet me for lunch at 1... usual; take the future Mrs. Kaner with ya.”

“Ugh!” Was my last response before he hung up on me.




Over the course of two hours, Alyssa had completely lost her mind. After getting off the phone with Sharpe I had taken a long shower; by the time I got out Alyssa already had friends over helping her unpack.
She had apparently also called everyone she knew and informed them of our ‘official’ relationship; and wasted no time in telling me I was going to dinner with her parents on Monday.

Alyssa’s friends; Monica, Robin and Emily, bounced excitedly in the back of my Hummer as we drove to the restaurant to meet the team; apparently her friends were now part of the package. I hadn’t planned on taking them with us, but Alyssa had insisted and from the amount of cleavage bouncing along with them, I was sure the guys wouldn‘t mind.
Alyssa yapped happily beside me about… ahh something… I looked over at her and then looked back at the road, she took no notice of the fact I wasn’t listening.

Sharpe, Burish, Tazer, Samantha, Soupy and a few of the other boys were already there when we arrived.
Samantha gave me a warm smile and waved as she saw me approach. The rest of the table began to chuckle at the red-head with the death grip on me.

“Hey guys, this is Alyssa… and her friends. These are my team-mates…” I sat down giving Sharpe a shrug, which he retorted with a laugh.

Lunch was uneventful. Alyssa sat beside me, fawning the whole time; as annoying as it was at first, it was nice to have someone there for me. Her friends seemed to enjoy themselves too; and judging by the nods the boys were giving me, they were satisfied that I had taken them along.
We had a game at 7, so we didn’t stay too long; heading to our respective homes for pre-game ’naps’. However, Alyssa’s friends opted to leave with some of my team-mates instead of with us; so I wasn’t sure how much napping would actually happen.


When I opened my apartment door, the first thing I noticed was the mounds of new crap I had acquired. I had to laugh at her eagerness to move in, it was kind of flattering.
Obviously in a normal relationship it didn’t work like this. Alyssa was already head-over-heels and it wasn’t because I was a great lay; even though I was. I wasn’t naive. I was a hockey player, a fairly wealthy one at that, and she wanted a piece of it. The worse part was that I couldn’t even make myself care. She was pretty, fairly charming, and I knew she’d do everything to make this work. Not like I had anything else on the go, I decided as I headed into the bedroom for my nap.

I was stretched out on the bed, trying to fall asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. I looked up and saw Alyssa in the doorway; an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep yet…”

“Good.” She breathed an audible sigh of relief and stared at me for a minute. “Would it be alright if I lied with you?” She asked, self-consciously wrapping her arms around herself. I smiled and nodded, rolling over to accommodate her better.
She crawled up beside me, nuzzling in close. I kissed the top of her head, then her lips. The kiss became deeper as she moved over until she was startling me. I began to pull at her clothing, but she stopped me.

I pulled my hands behind my head and chuckled. “I thought I was suppose to be resting…?” She smiled coyly, swaying her hips back and forth on top of me.

“Mmm… was, but you seemed to have woken up too much now.” I laughed and tried to remove her shirt once again, unsuccessfully.

She swatted my hand away for the third time and leaned down to my ear, “You rest then babe…” she whispered.
She undid my zipper and pulled my jeans and boxers free, sliding back up until she was level with my thighs. She gave me a mischievous grin before she leaned down and took me into her mouth.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched her for a few minutes before I flopped back down with an audible moan. I put my hands over my face and grinned as she began to quicken her pace.

I still didn’t know enough about Alyssa to be able to tell what her deal was. Whether she was just that into having a hockey player for a boyfriend that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep me happy; or if she was just a very manipulative, talented whore.
Whatever the reason, as I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and felt myself climax, I didn’t really care.