The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut
October 5, 2013
Sept. 29, 2013
Sid came back from their win in Detroit to find me waiting for him in his bed. I had been thinking about it ever since I watched the game with Caeleigh the night before. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but lately I feel like a cat in heat. Probably just that new medicine.
“I could really get used to finding you in my bed,” Sid said slipping into bed next to me. He lay on his side admiring me for a few minutes.
“I’m not here to just sleep next to you,” I said trying to hurry things up a bit.
Sid laughed, “Oh I know why you’re here,” he said as he started to reach into the drawer of his nightstand for a condom, but I slapped his hand.
“No!” I said pretending to scold him. “Allergy? Remember?”
“That’s going to take a while to get used to,” he said as he rolled over next to me, “I mean, as a guy that’s something you worry about even before you start having sex. But now, this is like we’re in a committed relationship or something.”
“Yeah but we’re not.” I felt the need to remind him.
“In Detroit I woke up thinking that you were next to me for some reason,” he sighed and looked at me, “It was kind of nice.”
“Why? Was there some other girl in bed with you?” Why would he tell me this? We’re supposed to be having sex right now.
“What?” He looked offended, “No, I don’t do that.”
“I wouldn’t have a problem with you sleeping with other girls. I mean, you’re famous and girls seem to like you.”
He looked at me confused for a moment, “I know it’s not my business, but if I asked would you tell me if you were sleeping with anyone else? I mean, we’re having unprotected sex, we need to be careful about, you know, diseases and stuff.”
I laughed, “Oh Sid, we need to be careful about a lot of things now. But yeah, I would tell you if I was, just maybe not who.”
“Why? Would it be anyone I know?”
“Might be. Or maybe I’m sleeping with a girl and I don’t want you to know I’m bisexual.” I tried not to laugh, but his face was ridiculously cute. I have way to much fun messing with him.
“You’re-what?” He started laughing.
“I’m just kidding! I’m not bi, I am 100% interested in men,” he was actually giggling like a little boy now. Why are straight men so interested in lesbians? “Can we just have sex and not talk about stuff?” At least he wasn’t worrying about who I was sleeping with anymore.
I had to wait a few minutes for him to stop giggling, but we did finally have sex.
Things were a little different around Consol now that the pre-season games were over. Things were starting to get serious and the last few extra players were going to have to get cut. That lame construction that started a few weeks ago was supposed to be done by the start of the regular season, but due to some architectural miscalculations the ice girls’ new locker room would not have an entrance. (?) They somehow decided the only place structurally possible to put a door into it was through the guy’s locker room. Consol is a pretty new building so I don’t even know why they needed to make renovations. But because of this mishap, we were given official Penguins ice girl bathrobes (that have our names on them!) to wear between our locker room and showers so we don’t have to wear a towel.
I’m not sure, but I think this is going to lead to somewhere bad… or good?
Things were also starting to change around Crosby Castle (as I have named it, because it is the biggest house I have ever lived in)
Sid has become extra superstitious, and not just about stuff like his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He says we can only have sex when they win.
Their next game (and the first regular season game) is not until October 3rd!
This means I will be visiting Brandon a lot more…
…Which brings me to Friday.
I went home with Brandon after practice to see my cat but I ended up sleeping with him again…and then again on Saturday.
We hung out and talked most of Friday evening/night and we had a lot of fun. I feel like he and I are becoming good friends, but in a different way from Sid.
With Sid, I know he kind of likes me and he cares about me. I mean, he offered to buy me a car.
But with Brandon I don’t feel like I have to worry about him falling for me. He has a girlfriend who he loves a lot (even though that whole thing still confuses me) and he’s just looking for someone to spend time with while they’re apart.
I think it’s kind of cute actually.
Even if Brandon and I weren’t sleeping together we’d still be friends because of Pancake. She might be an old grumpy cat, but she gives me an excuse to visit Brandon without causing suspicion.
Looking back on the last few times I’ve slept with Brandon and Sid, I’ve concluded that sex with Brandon is much more physical and aggressive than with Sid.
Sid is much more intimate and careful, like he wants to take his time with me (except for that one time it was kind of fast…) and he’s worried I might break. It’s kind of sweet.
Like, today we just spent the morning watching movies and talking. I convinced him to watch Wuthering Heights with me. I told him it was for school (which it sort of is, I mostly wanted to see Tom Hardy).
“Wow, poor Heathcliff,” he said after the movie ended.
“I know, right?” I agreed with him, “Cathy was such a bitch to him I don’t know why he still loved her.”
“No, I could understand that,” he said suddenly looking kind of sad, “But she didn’t have to marry that other guy.”
“I’m surprised you actually paid attention to the whole movie,” I laughed and wrapped my arms around him. “That’s really cute,” I added giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“My parents are coming to visit this week,” he said reading his email on his phone, “They say they’ll be here Wednesday through Sunday, so they can see our first two games.”
“That’s cool,” I paused, “do they know I live here?”
“Yeah, of course,” he said continuing to read his email. “Why would that be a problem?”
“I don’t know, it just kind of a weird situation.” Does he not actually see what is wrong with this? “You’re parents might think I’m trying to take advantage of you or something.”
Sid laughed, “I’m not a little girl, how exactly are you going to take advantage of me?”
“No, I’m not going to rape you,” I replied laughing, “I mean of your money and status and kindness. It could easily seem like I persuaded you into letting me live here.”
“No,” Sid said more seriously, “I know you’re not like that, and so do they. You were so sweet and adorable, and when you needed a place to stay how could I not ask you to live here.” He sighed and added with a shrug, “And I didn’t want to live here alone any more. Even with all of the furniture and stuff it was too empty and lonely. You make waking up in the morning so much more fun.”
He smiled at me with such genuine happiness that I could actually feel it. But there was something missing in his soft brown eyes, something that told me there was one more thing he needed to be truly happy.
And I knew exactly what it was. But I wasn’t ready to give it to him.
(No, I’m not talking about anal! You know what I mean.)
(Ugh, relationships are so gross)
So, now I need to prepare to meet his parents.
Just kill me now,
Oct. 5, 2013
Wow, Sid’s parents are super nice.
They arrived late Wednesday night, so I didn’t see them much then, but I talked to them for a while on Thursday before going to class.
Not once did I get the feeling that they secretly hated me or were suspicious of my motives with their son.
I didn’t see them again until the game.
After getting dressed and putting my skates on I walked up to the box to say hi to them before the game started.
“Wow, you walked all the way up here in your skates?” His mom remarked.
“I took the elevator, stairs are so hard in skates, especially with these skate guards,” I said pointing to my Penguin issued skate guards. “But I like to walk around in them to get them warmed up. We don’t get to skate very much before the game.”
His mom and I were chatting about Sid’s weird antics when they came out for warm up.
“There he is,” his dad pointed to him. They both smiled and looked so proud.
“This must be so weird for you, seeing your son out there. Do you ever get used to it?” I asked.
“It’s not as strange as it used to be, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” His mom replied. “Especially seeing him on tv, that’s the strangest thing.”
I watched the first few minutes of the game with them until I had to join the other ice girls.
“Good luck skating at intermission, Sid said you’re an excellent skater,” his mom said with a smile.
“Thank you,” I said as I left. I couldn’t believe how nice his parents were being to me. I practically have puck bunny written all over me; I’m an ice girl, I have student loans to pay off, and I apparently like having sex with hockey players.
The rest of the game went well, I didn’t mess up while skating during intermission, and the Pens ended up winning 3-0! I waited for Sid outside of the locker room.
“We have a problem,” I said as he approached me.
“What’s wrong?” He asked looking concerned.
“You’re parents are at your house, how are we supposed to have sex?” I asked as we started walking toward the parking lot
“Shhh why are you talking about that so loudly,” he said covering my mouth and dragging me into the nearest room.
“I’m just saying, that with your superstitions and all, that might be a problem,” I looked up at him, his hair still drying after his shower.
He thought about it for a minute before responding, “Damn you’re right, they’ll be here until Sunday. I didn’t think of that.”
I could tell he was very conflicted. “What if we did it here?”
“What? No, no I would get fired, or you would or something bad would happen. No, that’s not happening.” He looked embarrassed just talking about it.
“Oh really?” I asked seductively as I started to unzip my jacket to reveal I was not wearing a shirt or bra underneath it.
“Stop that,” he said pulling the zipper up.
“Nope,” I whispered as I caressed his collarbone with my lips. I reached behind me to unzip my skirt and pulled it up to show him I wasn’t wearing anything under that either.
“Oh my God, please no, don’t do this to me,” he was barely resisting anymore. I continued to kiss him and slowly started to unzip his pants. He locked the door (which we were leaning against) and turned me around so I was facing away from him. “Okay, but we have to be fast,” he said pushing me over a table.
As we were getting dressed again I opted to put the rest of my clothes on this time. I’m glad I did, because his parents were waiting for us when we got home.
“We just wanted to congratulate you on your first win of the season,” his mom said giving him a hug.
“Nice goal, Sid,” His dad added.
“And you,” she said to me, “are much too good a figure skater to be an ice girl. That was a nice song you guys skated to.” (I’m so glad Kate decided against skating to ‘Blurred Lines’ on opening night.)
“Thank you,” I said blushing.
“We are heading off to bed now, much too late for us old people,” his mom said as they left.
“Your parents are so nice,” I said to Sid after they left.
The next day I did not feel well at all. This new medicine is really hard to get used to.
Sid and his parents were out for the morning, so I had the house to myself. By the time they returned I had already left for school (which sucked). I was so tired and felt sick.
When I came home Sid and his parents were just sitting down to dinner. I was talked into joining them (and I was hungry) even though I didn’t feel well.
I spent most of dinner nodding and smiling, until I just completely spaced out.
“And what about you Emme, what do your parents do?” I hadn’t been listening to the conversation as closely as I should have so I have no idea why they asked me that.
“My mom is an elementary school teacher, and um, my dad used to do construction,” I replied and then looked down at my plate.
“He used to? Is he retired?” Sid asked.
“No, my parents aren’t old enough to be retired,” I laughed tiredly, “no he um, he passed away about four years ago.”
“Oh honey I’m so sorry,” his mom said rubbing my back as she gave Sid a look that said ‘why’d you ask her about her dead father.’
(Sid’s face, btw, was priceless! He looked so sorry and sad and I could tell he regretted it)
“Yeah, it was right before I went to college, so it was pretty hard at the time, but I’m better now, I’ve gotten over it,” I paused, “we were never really that close.”
“Who wants dessert? I made raspberry pie,” his mom said walking to the kitchen to get the pie.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know about your father.” Sid said reaching his hand across the table for mine.
I took his hand briefly then let go, “It’s okay, really, it was a long time ago and I’m over it.”
After pie I found an excuse to leave and hide in my room. I buried myself in Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey.
Today went much better. No one asked about dead relatives, and I didn’t feel sick all the time.
The Pens beat the Sabres 4-1!
So tired now.
It’s was nice to meet Sid’s parents. They leave tomorrow morning, but I plan on sleeping in.
Edit: I accidentally deleted this story when I was trying to fix a spelling error in the title so I'm reposting all of the chapters. And I changed my user name, so don't be surprised.