The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut
Septermber 13, 2013
Sept. 9, 2013
I slept until 11:30 yesterday! Sid finally woke me up because he was worried I was dead. He doesn’t know me very well; I could sleep until 1 or 2 if I had the chance. I offered to make him lunch as I made myself breakfast, but he was getting lunch with some of the guys later.
“Want to come?” I couldn’t tell if he actually wanted me to come or if he was just being polite, but I declined. I needed some time away from hockey players (especially after what Carli told me last night).
Caeleigh texted me around 2 to tell me she and Geno had not had sex. I knew they wouldn’t, it was just a movie date, but she liked to be hopeful. So cute.
She and Geno were going to the Pittsburgh Zoo today and she wanted me to tag along because Geno was bringing Nealer (whom he calls ‘Lazy’ for some reason).
Caeleigh got mad because I called Nealsy Geno’s boyfriend. After some persuasion (which included pictures of cute animals at the zoo) I reluctantly agreed to go.
I ended up having a lot more fun than I thought I would. The animals were so cute!
You know what else is cute? James Neal.
I know, I said I needed to stay away from hockey players.
But, he bought me ice cream. And he said I looked nice (again, very thankful for the new clothes Caeleigh and I bought). And he and I sort of got stuck together whenever Geno and Caeleigh left to do something cute like taking their pictures with the monkeys, or trying to kiss the dolphins.
“So, you’re living with Sid now?” He asked trying to make conversation.
“Not with him, just in his house, that he also lives in.” I laughed at my stupid explanation. “His house is so big that I could actually avoid seeing him, or even knowing he was home.”
“I’ve never seen his house, but I know it’s big.”
“I’m trying to talk him into having a housewarming party and invite the team, but you know how Sid is. Actually,” I added, “you probably know him better than I do.”
He smiled, “I don’t know, he’s never asked me to live with him.”
“I don’t ‘live with him’ I just-” I hit him playfully, “You know what I mean.” I looked around for Caeleigh and Geno. They were holding hands looking at the lions. Geno really wanted to pet them but the zookeepers wouldn’t let him.
At the penguin habitat they tried to find a penguin that matched each of their teammates. It was going well until the Tanger penguin started humping the Flower penguin. I knew they were close, being French and all, but this was a little too much.
It grossed me and Nealsy out, but it somehow made Geno and Caeleigh want to get dinner, so they left to eat and James took me home.
“Hey, you get to see Sid’s house now,” I said as I punched in the gate code.
“Wow, this is much bigger in person,” James commented as he got out of his car. I noticed Sid’s car was not home yet, so I sent him a text explaining that James was here. Sid was playing golf with his line mates Kuni and Duper and Flower (I don’t think I will look at him the same after the penguin situation) and he wouldn’t be back for dinner.
As I gave James a tour of the house he seemed genuinely impressed with my interior design skills.
“And, this is my bedroom,” I said quickly opening the door and closing it again, but before I could close it all the way he pushed the door back open.
“You have a nice room,” he said walking in and sitting on my bed. “Wow, this bed is very soft.” He leaned back against my pillows and patted the bed next to him. “You should join me, it’s really comfortable.”
“Thanks, but I know how my own bed feels.” I said sarcastically with a smirk.
“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat? I think we have food or something,” I offered, trying to get him out of my bedroom.
“I’d love a beer. What does Sid have?”
“Actually, he has like a pub in his basement. It’s wicked cool,” I added with a smile.
James stopped following me and stared at me, “Wicked?” He asked.
“Yeah, wicked, like, ‘There’s a wicked stahm coming’” I said in my best Massachusetts accent. “It’s a New England thing.”
“Uh oh, you’re not a Bruins fan are you?” James asked as they walked to the basement.
“Not really, I was never into hockey until college, and then I only followed my school’s team because I was an ice girl.”
“Wow, you did this in college too? I didn’t know college teams had ice girls. Guess I should have gone to college.” He added with a smile.
“What would you have studied if you had gone?” I asked, even though I knew most college athletes studied stuff like business administration.
“I have no idea, maybe English?”
“Really? I was an English major!” I was so excited!
“Yeah, I liked English in high school, I always liked reading and stuff.”
“That is so cool.” I replied, still smiling.
“Yeah? Is it ‘wicked’ cool?” he asked mockingly.
“No, it’s not wicked cool, just kind of cool.” I teased, leading him into Sid’s pub.
“Wow, this looks just like a real pub. Do these work?” He asked checking out the beer taps.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they do, try it out.” I said as I handed him a pint glass with the Pens logo on it.
A couple of pints later James and I had tried each tap. James thought Sid had a nice selection of beers, however I did not know anything about it so I just smiled. As I stood up when I heard Sid come home, I realized I should have had something to eat before drinking.
“Wow I’m a little bit dizzy,” I said holding my arms out. James wrapped his arms around me and guided me toward the stairs.
“Let’s get you upstairs and find some food.”
I let James push me around like a little kid, which was pretty fun, until we came around the corner and saw Sid had some guests over.
Immediately standing up and stepping a little further away from James, I looked up at Sid the way a kid does when she’s done something wrong.
“Hello Mario.” James said waving. “I was just heading out, it’s nice to see you Sid.” James left me to deal with Sid on my own. (Jerk). “Nice pub by the way,” he added as he left.
“Mario, this is the girl I was telling you about.” Sid said to his guest. “Emme,” he said to me with a stern look in his eyes, “this is Mario Lemieux, owner of the Penguins.”
(Fuck, great way to make a first impression) “Nice to meet you.” I said shaking his hand and trying not to look too tipsy.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. Sid says you’re a very good figure skater.”
I blushed at his compliment and decided to smile instead of saying something stupid.
Dinner with the Lemieuxs was interesting. I tried to keep my mouth shut and be polite. After dinner Sid apologized for not warning me that they were coming over, but he ran into Mario at the golf course and made last minute plans.
“He just wanted to see my new house, that’s all. And then his wife suggested she bring dinner over and by then it was too late to call you.” He looked genuinely sorry about putting me in that situation, so I couldn’t help but smile. “I also didn’t expect to find you getting drunk with Nealer.” He added with a laugh.
“I’m sorry, that was kind of rude. He just wanted to see the house, and we didn’t actually have anything else to drink in the house except beer,” I bit my lip a little hoping he wouldn’t get mad at me.
“We need to go grocery shopping.” He said wrapping his arm around my shoulders and guiding me out of the kitchen. “You, need to go to bed. Good night Emme.” (I’m not sure, but he might have kissed my hair).
“Night Sid,” I called as I stumbled up stairs.
For many reasons I was dreading going to Consol the next day. I was really tired, my head hurt from drinking, I didn’t really want to see Nealsy, I was worried I might run into Mario, but mostly I wanted to avoid Brandon.
I got to the ice later than I should have and I took extra long putting on my skates hoping the guys would be gone by the time I finished.
However, by the time I was retying my skates for the third time, someone sat down next to me. I tried to keep my head down and pretend I hadn’t noticed, but he started talking anyway.
“I wanted to talk to you before I left today, we left things kind of…” he trailed off not finishing his thought because I knew what he meant.
I sat up and looked at him. “I’m still not sure what’s going on. I don’t get the weird ‘open relationship’ thing, or how you and your girlfriend could be okay with that.”
“She thought it would be…interesting or something to try,” he paused, but I could tell where he was going.
“Oh, I see, she wanted to try it,” I tried to sound sympathetic, and I put my hand on his arm. I could tell he was feeling really conflicted about his situation. “So, has she, um, been with anyone else?”
“I don’t know, we decided talking about it wouldn’t be a good idea unless something happened.” He looked pretty sad, so I gave him a hug. I could also tell he didn’t want to elaborate on what ‘something happening’ would be.
“I hadn’t thought of actually doing anything, but then you kissed me and I thought, why not?”
“But why was her picture turned around on your night stand?” That part still confused me.
“Because I missed her, and seeing her every time I fell asleep only reminded me that she was far away, and possibly with another guy.” Brandon ran his hands through his hair and sat up, “I try not to think about it too much.”
“I’m sorry, that’s a hard situation to be in,” I said giving him a hug and getting up. “I should probably be on the ice right now, but I’ll see you around.”
Practice and school went by much better knowing that Brandon wasn’t a cheating douche.
Sid noticed I was a bit happier at dinner and I told him I was just in a good mood (I obviously didn’t tell him why) and actually had fun doing my homework. That might also be because my homework includes reading Jane Austen.
PS: Brandon just texted me! It said “Pancake misses you. you should visit her”
Oh really Brandon, Pancake misses me?
Actually, I do miss my cat.
I should visit her. (And Brandon)
Sept. 12, 2013
I ended up visiting Pancake (and Brandon) on Tuesday after class. I had a lot of homework to do so we just hung out. Instead of re-reading Pride and Prejudice for the third or fourth time, I decided to watch the movie (Colin Firth version, as much as I like the new one, Colin Firth will always be Mr. Darcy to me) and Brandon hadn’t seen either one so he didn’t care.
Pancake even sat with us for a while, and we had popcorn. We avoided wine this time, seeing as it did not end well the last time we had some.
I forgot how long this movie was, and I ended up falling asleep. Brandon was apparently very interested in finding out if Elizabeth and Darcy ever got together, so he stayed awake for the whole thing.
He woke me up when it ended and asked if I wanted him to drive me home, or if I wanted to stay there. I didn’t feel like moving, so I just curled up on his couch and fell back asleep. At some point Pancake sat with me, and that was nice. I really wish Sid wasn’t so superstitious about cats.
Brandon drove me home Wednesday morning before he went to practice. Ice girls had the day off, but me, Caeleigh, Ashlyn and a few other girls had yoga in the afternoon so I decided to catch up on some cleaning and laundry.
When I got back from yoga I didn’t expect Sid to be home. I was still wearing my yoga clothes and my hair was a wreck.
He didn’t seem to care, but I was a little embarrassed at first. We spent the rest of the day putting the rest of his new furniture and stuff away. By the time we finished it was almost 9 and I was getting tired. It didn’t help that we had been drinking one (or two?) of the many bottles of wine he had received as housewarming presents.
We sat on the couch looking around at the rest of the room triumphantly.
“This looks really good, I can’t believe that this is my house, and these are my things,” he said looking very proud/happy with his life.
“I really like this couch,” I said trying to squish further into it. “I feel like I could fall asleep here.”
“I heard you slept on a couch last night,” he looked like he was waiting for an explanation.
“Yeah, I had to watch a movie for school and it was much longer than I thought. And I got to sleep with my cat, I miss that.” Picked up one of his decorative pillows and hugged it.
“Is Pancake happy at Brandon’s?” Sid asked.
“Yeah, she seems to like him, which is unusual.” I laughed at how unpleasant Pancake normally was. “And he doesn’t mind taking care of her, so that’s nice.”
Sid shrugged, “I don’t really feel bad about it then,” he said with that crooked smile.
I laughed and hit him with the pillow, which sparked a brief pillow fight. It stopped when I leaned over him and kissed his soft lips. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until his hand started to brush through my hair. I dropped the pillow and brought both hands up to his chest and grabbed onto his shirt. I leaned back and pulled him on top of me. He leaned over me, too far away for me to kiss but close enough that I could look into his light brown eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something, trying to make up his mind.
“Sid?” I asked after a few seconds, not sure what he wanted to do.
“Your bedroom or mine?” He whispered; he looked very different from the sweet Sid I had been chatting with a few minutes ago. Now he looked like the sexy Sid that wanted to plow me until I was screaming his name.
“I don’t care,” I was a little shocked, but something in his tone really turned me on.
He wrapped his arms around me and carried me up to his bedroom (because it was closer). I pulled of my yoga clothes and struggled out of my tight sports bra before helping him unbutton his shirt.
He laid me on the bed and looked into my eyes as if to make sure I wanted this.
“Fuck me hard,” I replied.
And he did.
That’s all I’ll say.
Sept. 13, 2013
I am actually starting to gross myself out. Why can’t I just leave boys alone?
What am I turning into?
Why did I do that?!
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.