The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut

Nov. 13, 2013

Dear Diary,

The Pens lost on Saturday, Sid returned grumpy and tired. I just wanted to cuddle with him, and he was okay with that, so we spent the night in each others arms, which was nice after not seeing him for a week.

The next day they had practice and Caeleigh and I skated a bit. Her black eye is almost better. I still feel really bad about it, but she’s been so nice about it. She keeps saying it’s her fault and she deserved it. (She kind of did though, but I still feel bad).

I’ve been so tired all week, I just want to sleep. But I have so much homework.

Sid said it was fine if Carli visited, but I wouldn’t get to introduce her to any of the guys. The team has been getting ready for their second game against the Flyers, which is tonight. Kate said we’re skating to ‘What does the Fox Say’ in hopes to confuse the opposition. We will be wearing cute fox ears and tails with our usual black and gold ice girl uniforms.

So, we’ll see if that works.

Sincerely,

Emme

Ps. It did not work, they won 2-1. Still no sex. Grrr.

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Oct. 16, 2013

Dear Diary,

Wow, I am in trouble. I am such a slut.

I knew Carli shouldn’t have visited.

When she got here the first thing she did was hug my boyfriend for an awkwardly long time.

Then she asked where all the hot hockey players were.

We went out for dinner, she and Caeleigh and Geno, and Sid and I. That went okay, except Carli had too much wine. She really tried hard not to hit on Geno, but she loved his accent. She learned a bit of Russian in school and tried to exchange a few words with him.

I had a tiny bit more to drink than I’m allowed to, a glass of wine and a shot of vodka (from Geno for my birthday).

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had much to drink lately, but my alcohol tolerance was super low.

I asked Sid if I was getting birthday sex later, and he said “not tonight. We lost to the Flyers last night, you know how it works.”

This made me super mad. Then I got more mad when he wanted to go home and be lame instead of going out with Carli and I.

As Carli and I rode to a club in a cab I called James Neal. I figured at least Carli could get lucky tonight even if I couldn’t. Nealsy was on his way to a party at this guy’s house and said we should meet him there so we did, even though I had no idea where we were going.

It was actually a pretty cool house up on this hill that sort of looked over the city. There were a lot of people there, most of them looked like hipsterish college students.

Upon entering the house, someone gave use each a joint. I hadn’t smoked weed for a few years so it took a while to get used to. We found James sitting around a hookah with a bunch of girls. (he was wearing those glasses he wears sometimes, super hot). Some of the girls left and Carli and I joined him. Carli and James were drinking, but I didn’t want to. I had to skate the next day (and James had to play, I don’t know why he was drinking so much).

A while later, I have no idea how much longer, we were pretty high. The three of us swam through the crowded house until we found a bedroom. We laid on the bed and watched the ceiling fan.

And then, I’m not sure how, but the three of us had sex.

I think it all started when James said something about finding our inner spirits.

I know at one point I was riding him while he was doing something to Carli, and she and I kissed a bit. (It was kind of weird).

And then he was on top of her, and giving me (another) amazing orgasm with his tongue.

We finally got home at 4 in the morning. I tried not to wake Sid up as Carli and I crawled into bed, not even bothering to change our clothes.

-

The next morning I woke up at 11 and threw up. I don’t think it was from drinking, but maybe a combination of that, getting high, and also the fact that I had a fucking threesome with James fucking Neal and Carli. I felt so guilty. (I still do) (I’m a horrible girlfriend)

I wandered down to the room Carli was in to see if she was okay.

She was ecstatic that she slept with an NHL hockey player. She was a little hung over, but still very excited.

I made her promise not to tell anyone, and then remembered that Sid and Neal were at practice together right now.

I texted him threatening to hit him if he even hinted to Sid that I had been a part of that last night.

He replied that he was ‘scared’ and said he wouldn’t mention it.

What have I done? Sid and I have been dating for barely a few weeks and I’ve already cheated on him.

I feel really bad, but I think it would break his heart if I told him.
(what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?)

At the game I told Carli to sit with the wags, I figured she’d be safe with them.

I saw James before the game and blushed. He laughed but kept walking. I found Brandon as he was putting his skates on in the locker room and sat down between him and Sid.

“Can I come over tomorrow before you leave for New Jersey?” I asked, knowing Sid was probably listening, “I’d like to visit my cat.”

“Of course, you always visit her while I’m away.” He said.

I turned to Sid, trying not to touch his stick. He’s very superstitious about people touching it before the game.

“Hey, I’m sorry I got so bitchy last night,” I said leaning toward him. “We just haven’t, you know, done anything in a while, and I thought that because it was my 23rd birthday you might change your mind, but I understand. But you’d better win tonight,” I added with a wink.

“I’ll try, that usually is our goal,” he said with a smile. “I have something for you, at home. For your birthday.”

“You mean the car wasn’t my birthday present?” I asked, a little surprised.

“No, that was mostly because you needed one,” he replied as he put his jersey on.

“Awesome, I’m looking forward to seeing what you got me,” I said kissing his cheek, “Good luck tonight, you’d better win!” I said as I left.

The Pens won 4-1, which meant I could finally get my birthday sex (from Sid).

We drove Carli to the airport and then went home.

Sid found the birthday present he’d hidden from me in the kitchen and gave it to me.
It was a little box wrapped in colorful paper with a ribbon, I’m not sure Sid wrapped it himself.

I opened the box to find a small black jewelry box inside. My heart started beating faster. This had better not be a ring. I know we’ve only been dating for a month, but this was Sid.

I carefully opened the lid, not wanting to see a shiny diamond ring in it (especially after seeing Marie’s ring) and sighed when I saw it was a pair of earrings. Diamond studs, something I’ve actually always wanted.

“How did you know I’ve always wanted a pair of diamond studs?” I asked him taking them out of the box.

“I don’t know, I noticed you don’t have many nice earrings, and I thought they’d look good on you.” He said smiling, “and they do.”

“Thank you,” I said putting in my other earring, and kissing him on the cheek.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and I can thank you some more,” I whispered in his ear.

Sid looked up at me with wide eyes and then smiled and picked me up and carried me to his bed.

Birthday sex was great, but I kept thinking of the night before. I tried so hard not to, but each time I came close to cuming I remembered how amazing Nealer’s tongue felt.

I slept curled up in Sid’s arms, sad that he had to leave tomorrow for a game in New Jersey. However that would give me some time to think about what had happened.

-

After breakfast this morning I drove over to Brandon’s. He was just finishing his breakfast when I arrived.

“I did something really bad,” I said sitting down next to him.

“Did you hit someone again?” He said laughing.

“No, I wish it was that.” I put my head on the table and covered it with my arms.

“Wow, what did you do?” He said trying to uncover my head.

“I had a threesome with James Neal,” I said, opening one eye so I could see his reaction.

He looked shocked and amused, “Wow, a threesome? With who?”

“My friend Carli,” I said sitting up, he was still grinning. “We went to this party and got stoned and I don’t even know what happened, but I feel so horrible about it now.”

He stared at me for a minute, trying to take in everything I said. “Was it at least worth it?”

“Oh my God yes, he is so skilled with his tongue, and I don’t know how he multitasks like that, I mean I’d be riding him and he’d be licking her and then he-”

Brandon stopped me, “Please I don’t need to know the details. I have to play a game with him in a few hours, and I don’t need to get distracted by his tongue.”

“Sorry, it’s just that it was so,” I trailed off, getting lost in thought.

I looked up at him, feeling turned on as I remembered what happened. “Fuck me.” I said

“What?” He asked.

I climbed over the table and onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him. “I said, fuck me,” I whispered seductively in his ear.

He pulled back and looked at me, “I’m sorry, but you want me to have sex with you after you got turned on thinking about a threesome you had with one of my teammates. And you’re dating another one of my teammates.”

“Yes,” I whispered and licked the tip of his nose, “I want you to make me cum like he did. Over, and over, and over again.” I said kissing his neck lower and lower.

He looked into my eyes for a moment trying to make up his mind, so I slowly licked my lips.

“Okay,” he said picking me up and carrying me to his room, “I haven’t had sex since the last time we did it like a month ago, and that thing you just did there with your lips, so hot.

He set me on his bed and I stood up and took my clothes off slowly, and then undressed him. He crawled on top of me and we had just started when I stopped him mid thrust.

“Slap me,” I demanded.

“What?” He looked skeptical.

“Slap me,” I repeated, “but not too hard, I don’t want it to leave a mark.”
(that would be hard to explain to Sid why there was a hand print on my face)

I closed my legs to keep him from continuing. “Not until you slap me.”

He looked into my eyes, thinking about it, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Me neither, but I want it. Slap me!”

And he did. Not too hard, but enough to make my face sting a bit. It was so hot. (and I still have no idea why)

We both didn’t last very long after that and came hard, panting.

“Why did you want me to slap you? I’ve never had a girl demand that before,” he said sitting up.

“I have no idea what’s gotten in to me but I can’t stop thinking about it and I know Sid won’t do it,” I replied resting my head on his chest. “He thinks I’m made of glass or something.”

“He’s supposed to be protective of you, he’s your boyfriend,” he replied stroking my hair.

I sat up and looked at him, “Brandon, I didn’t come over here to have sex with you. I actually wanted to talk about something.”

“What’s wrong?” He said turning to face me.

“Now that you’re not with Marie, and I know you just broke up, but I wanted to maybe talk about ‘us,’ whatever that is,” I stumbled, not sure how to say it.

He thought for a few minutes before responding, “I guess we’re like, friends with benefits.”

“Okay,” I agreed with him, “So, just friends, and nothing more.”

“Wait, did you want to-”

“No, no I just want to make sure we weren’t getting into anything that could get complicated,” I explained. “I’m really going to try hard with Sid, I still think he’s too nice for me, but I want it to work. However,”

I turned to look at Brandon, still naked but under the covers, “However I still like this,” I gestured to us in bed, post sex.

“I like that part too,” he said getting out of bed to get dressed. “I have to go soon or I’ll miss the plane. Are you going to stay here a bit to visit Pancake?”

I nodded and curled up to go back to sleep in his bed.

Which is where I am now, writing this.

The sad thing is that I was sort of hoping he would have said that he had some kind of feelings for me. Because I’m starting to think that I actually like him. Maybe it’s because he recently broke up with his girlfriend, but I don’t know.

But he and I can still have sex occasionally without ruining my relationship with Sid. (Right?)
As long as I keep those two parts of my life separate.

This is going to be hard. : (

Why are boys so cute?

Sincerely,

Emme

Ps. I still have no idea why I wanted him to slap me.
Cam and I did that once, but it was because I was so drunk my face was numb and I kept laughing because I thought it was funny that I couldn’t feel him hitting me.

Notes

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.