Breaking the Ice
Quatre
“Guys this is Melissa” Dan Bylsma said standing behind the woman in the chestnut, fringe boots. It was her first time meeting the team and she was sweating bullets. She stood uncomfortably with her arms crossed defensively over her plain white t-shirt. She gave an awkward smile and tiny wave and was greeted by a low mumble of Hello’s.
“Oh, you’re not shy!” Dan said nudging her forward into the room. She took a small, stumbling step and cleared her throat nervously.
Paul Martin, whose stall was at the end of the room, turned his head sideways and gawked at her plump ass in her dark, skin-tight, Levi jeggings. Dan turned around and slapped him in the back of the head and gave him a more than stern look. The tension was high in the room. Most of the guys hadn’t voiced that they had a problem with having a female teammate, but nobody knew what to say. Sensing the awkwardness Matt Cooke spoke up.
“Are you a lesbian?”
“No.” Melissa laughed. Everybody let out a sigh of relief.
“Sit. Talk” Geno smiled widely, patting her stall. She walked around the Penguins logo on the carpet and had a seat, relaxing. Dan silently exited the room and let the teammates get to know Melissa.
“So where are you from?” newcomer himself, Tanner Glass asked.
“All over, but long story short, I’m from Texas.” She smiled.
“You have boyfriend?” Geno asked scratching his neck.
“Geno, no” James Neal grunted from a few stalls down.
“No, not like that.” He defended himself.
“It’s okay. I’m single” she smiled.
“You’re a dog Geno.” James laughed.
“What? Me better than you, Lazy.”
After a while Melissa started feeling more and more comfortable around the guys. They felt the same around her. By the time they got into the swing of the season she felt like family. Bylsma was protective, sort of like her second Dad. Dupuis was like her third dad. Although not that much older than her, he tended to look out for her in a way that nobody else really did.
After she was called up Bylsma took her on a weekend fishing trip. They had a couple off days in a row and he wanted to make sure she knew she was welcome. And needed. He drove them up to Erie, PA and spent a long time getting to know her. He made it very clear if any of the guys gave her a hard time she should talk to him. Mellissa while confident was very modest. She suggested that she didn’t want special treatment, but Bylsma didn’t care. He and Ray Shero came to an agreement that if any Penguins player was inappropriate to her they would be scratched for the next three games. To her it sounded so harsh and she didn’t want to be a troublemaker on the team. She was already underneath a microscope and didn’t want to do anything to take away from team. Dan urged her to just be honest and she agreed. On the trip Dan was truly surprised she could fish. She said she’d been with her dad on numerous occasions, but he was shocked that she didn’t need his help. The two had a casual BBQ dinner on the pier and talked some strategy for the next game against the Philadelphia Flyers. He couldn’t help but notice the amount of food she’d eaten, but he didn’t want to offend her by mentioning it. She insisted on driving the 6 hours back to Pittsburgh and they parted ways, only to see each other the next day before the game. Some suggested that the talk helped her gain confidence on the squad and she racked up 4 points in the game.
James and I snuck upstairs after a half an hour or so of dancing. I pushed open my bedroom door and he hurried in. Before it was even completely shut his hands were all over me. He pulled me into his body for a deep kiss while his fingers played with the tight denim fabric at my hips. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. In one smooth movement he picked me up by my waist and turned us around until my back was on the door. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he went for my neck. With both hands cupping my ass, holding me up, he kissed and suckled the most sensitive parts of my neck before moving to my collar bone. I laughed softly as his tongue tickled my skin. I leaned down to kiss him and he tugged gently on my bottom lip with his teeth, making me moan. Almost instantly I felt him, hard on my inner thigh. We were soon on the bed after hastily removing our clothes. I was on my back as he stood, towering over me. I looked at him up and down and he was somehow different than the man I usually saw in the locker room. He stared at my breasts for a long time. I’m sure he’s seen them, perhaps in the showers or some side boob while I changed, but this time without fear of offending me.
“James….” I whined with urgency, wanting to feel his touch again. He placed his hands on my ribcage and slowly traced upwards, massaging my breasts. Pulling back he ran his fingers down my hips and thighs, stopping at my knees. He was hard and much larger than I thought. I gawked at it and he raised my legs to his sides. He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss before pushing forward, driving to the hilt.
I let out a loud moan as he filled me. He groaned at the feeling and stayed still for a moment. One he regained his composure he swung his hips back and forth at a painfully slow pace. He kissed me so powerfully I couldn’t help but grind my hips further into him. James let out a guttural growl and I kissed softly at his freshly shaven jawline. I teased him even more by nibbling at his earlobe. He wanted to explode and I knew it. I pulled back and grabbed the sides of his face. His eyes were dark and intense.
“Fuck me” I whispered staring straight at him. He leaned back and put both hands on my hips. James plowed home. I yelped at first, not really expecting it, but I should have. I couln’t hold back my moaning. I stared up at him and tried to take a mental snapshot of how he looked. His arms tight, holding me in place. Abdominal muscles contracting, tilting his hips into me. Forehead slicked with sweat and a few strands of the most perfect brown hair stuck to it. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but he was screwing them shut.
I screamed as he began fucking me deeper. My hands searched for something, anything to hold on to. I grasped the sheets, but they offered nothing. I could feel a spark within me close to lighting. Opening my eyes I noticed the strain on his face. He was nearly there. With one draw backwards he pulled almost completely out. With his right hand he licked his thumb and began massaging my clit with it. Nearly jumping off the bed, my back arched forcing my mound further into his hand. With one fell swoop he pushed balls deep inside me and gently flicked my clit upwards. My orgasm ripped through my body and I could barely breathe. A few thrusts later he came, digging his fingers into my hips. I could almost feel the bruises forming.
He pulled out and looked at me. Instantaneously we started giggling at each other like we had just shared an inside joke. We weren’t drunk anymore. We weren’t that drunk to begin with.
“You headed out Sid?” Pascal asked Sidney as he grabbed his coat from the coat hanger in Melissa’s large foyer. The buzz of the music was a little quieter, feet removed from the living room.
“Yeah, we’ve got practice tomorrow. I know it’s optional, but I’ll be there.” He said pulling his grey beanie over his head.
“You okay to drive?” Duper insisted. He knew Sid wasn’t drunk. He was just upset.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow” Sid said quietly before leaving.
I woke up with my head on James’ chest. Apparently we cuddled together all night. He cleared his throat and looked down at me.
“Hey” I said weakly.
“Morning.” he smiled, kissing my forehead. I tried not to blush or make a stupid, embarrassed face, but I have trouble hiding how I really feel.
“Shit we have practice.” I said beginning to get up.
“It’s optional.” He said sleepily pulling me back in and giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
I leaned up and kissed his lips gently.
“Want breakfast?” I asked him.
“Yes please” He grinned.
When Melissa walked into the locker rom for morning skate the day after her awkward talk with Sidney she was greeted normally by everyone except him. He kept to himself and didn’t utter a word to her. She brushed it off until she looked up and caught him staring at her.
“What?” she finally asked, staring back at him.
“Nothing.” He scoffed.
“Do you have a problem with me, Crosby?” she asked leaning back into her stall and crossing her arms.
“No. I just have a problem with you being a fucking whore.”
The whole room stopped.
A thick fog of tension filled the room. The jaws of a few guys dropped and there was a roar of “woahs”.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Oh, you’re not shy!” Dan said nudging her forward into the room. She took a small, stumbling step and cleared her throat nervously.
Paul Martin, whose stall was at the end of the room, turned his head sideways and gawked at her plump ass in her dark, skin-tight, Levi jeggings. Dan turned around and slapped him in the back of the head and gave him a more than stern look. The tension was high in the room. Most of the guys hadn’t voiced that they had a problem with having a female teammate, but nobody knew what to say. Sensing the awkwardness Matt Cooke spoke up.
“Are you a lesbian?”
“No.” Melissa laughed. Everybody let out a sigh of relief.
“Sit. Talk” Geno smiled widely, patting her stall. She walked around the Penguins logo on the carpet and had a seat, relaxing. Dan silently exited the room and let the teammates get to know Melissa.
“So where are you from?” newcomer himself, Tanner Glass asked.
“All over, but long story short, I’m from Texas.” She smiled.
“You have boyfriend?” Geno asked scratching his neck.
“Geno, no” James Neal grunted from a few stalls down.
“No, not like that.” He defended himself.
“It’s okay. I’m single” she smiled.
“You’re a dog Geno.” James laughed.
“What? Me better than you, Lazy.”
After a while Melissa started feeling more and more comfortable around the guys. They felt the same around her. By the time they got into the swing of the season she felt like family. Bylsma was protective, sort of like her second Dad. Dupuis was like her third dad. Although not that much older than her, he tended to look out for her in a way that nobody else really did.
After she was called up Bylsma took her on a weekend fishing trip. They had a couple off days in a row and he wanted to make sure she knew she was welcome. And needed. He drove them up to Erie, PA and spent a long time getting to know her. He made it very clear if any of the guys gave her a hard time she should talk to him. Mellissa while confident was very modest. She suggested that she didn’t want special treatment, but Bylsma didn’t care. He and Ray Shero came to an agreement that if any Penguins player was inappropriate to her they would be scratched for the next three games. To her it sounded so harsh and she didn’t want to be a troublemaker on the team. She was already underneath a microscope and didn’t want to do anything to take away from team. Dan urged her to just be honest and she agreed. On the trip Dan was truly surprised she could fish. She said she’d been with her dad on numerous occasions, but he was shocked that she didn’t need his help. The two had a casual BBQ dinner on the pier and talked some strategy for the next game against the Philadelphia Flyers. He couldn’t help but notice the amount of food she’d eaten, but he didn’t want to offend her by mentioning it. She insisted on driving the 6 hours back to Pittsburgh and they parted ways, only to see each other the next day before the game. Some suggested that the talk helped her gain confidence on the squad and she racked up 4 points in the game.
James and I snuck upstairs after a half an hour or so of dancing. I pushed open my bedroom door and he hurried in. Before it was even completely shut his hands were all over me. He pulled me into his body for a deep kiss while his fingers played with the tight denim fabric at my hips. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. In one smooth movement he picked me up by my waist and turned us around until my back was on the door. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he went for my neck. With both hands cupping my ass, holding me up, he kissed and suckled the most sensitive parts of my neck before moving to my collar bone. I laughed softly as his tongue tickled my skin. I leaned down to kiss him and he tugged gently on my bottom lip with his teeth, making me moan. Almost instantly I felt him, hard on my inner thigh. We were soon on the bed after hastily removing our clothes. I was on my back as he stood, towering over me. I looked at him up and down and he was somehow different than the man I usually saw in the locker room. He stared at my breasts for a long time. I’m sure he’s seen them, perhaps in the showers or some side boob while I changed, but this time without fear of offending me.
“James….” I whined with urgency, wanting to feel his touch again. He placed his hands on my ribcage and slowly traced upwards, massaging my breasts. Pulling back he ran his fingers down my hips and thighs, stopping at my knees. He was hard and much larger than I thought. I gawked at it and he raised my legs to his sides. He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss before pushing forward, driving to the hilt.
I let out a loud moan as he filled me. He groaned at the feeling and stayed still for a moment. One he regained his composure he swung his hips back and forth at a painfully slow pace. He kissed me so powerfully I couldn’t help but grind my hips further into him. James let out a guttural growl and I kissed softly at his freshly shaven jawline. I teased him even more by nibbling at his earlobe. He wanted to explode and I knew it. I pulled back and grabbed the sides of his face. His eyes were dark and intense.
“Fuck me” I whispered staring straight at him. He leaned back and put both hands on my hips. James plowed home. I yelped at first, not really expecting it, but I should have. I couln’t hold back my moaning. I stared up at him and tried to take a mental snapshot of how he looked. His arms tight, holding me in place. Abdominal muscles contracting, tilting his hips into me. Forehead slicked with sweat and a few strands of the most perfect brown hair stuck to it. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but he was screwing them shut.
I screamed as he began fucking me deeper. My hands searched for something, anything to hold on to. I grasped the sheets, but they offered nothing. I could feel a spark within me close to lighting. Opening my eyes I noticed the strain on his face. He was nearly there. With one draw backwards he pulled almost completely out. With his right hand he licked his thumb and began massaging my clit with it. Nearly jumping off the bed, my back arched forcing my mound further into his hand. With one fell swoop he pushed balls deep inside me and gently flicked my clit upwards. My orgasm ripped through my body and I could barely breathe. A few thrusts later he came, digging his fingers into my hips. I could almost feel the bruises forming.
He pulled out and looked at me. Instantaneously we started giggling at each other like we had just shared an inside joke. We weren’t drunk anymore. We weren’t that drunk to begin with.
“You headed out Sid?” Pascal asked Sidney as he grabbed his coat from the coat hanger in Melissa’s large foyer. The buzz of the music was a little quieter, feet removed from the living room.
“Yeah, we’ve got practice tomorrow. I know it’s optional, but I’ll be there.” He said pulling his grey beanie over his head.
“You okay to drive?” Duper insisted. He knew Sid wasn’t drunk. He was just upset.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow” Sid said quietly before leaving.
I woke up with my head on James’ chest. Apparently we cuddled together all night. He cleared his throat and looked down at me.
“Hey” I said weakly.
“Morning.” he smiled, kissing my forehead. I tried not to blush or make a stupid, embarrassed face, but I have trouble hiding how I really feel.
“Shit we have practice.” I said beginning to get up.
“It’s optional.” He said sleepily pulling me back in and giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
I leaned up and kissed his lips gently.
“Want breakfast?” I asked him.
“Yes please” He grinned.
When Melissa walked into the locker rom for morning skate the day after her awkward talk with Sidney she was greeted normally by everyone except him. He kept to himself and didn’t utter a word to her. She brushed it off until she looked up and caught him staring at her.
“What?” she finally asked, staring back at him.
“Nothing.” He scoffed.
“Do you have a problem with me, Crosby?” she asked leaning back into her stall and crossing her arms.
“No. I just have a problem with you being a fucking whore.”
The whole room stopped.
A thick fog of tension filled the room. The jaws of a few guys dropped and there was a roar of “woahs”.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Notes
what do you guys think??
7/26/13