Waiting for Superman

Patrick called after the game that night, on his way home and I let him in on what happened.

"Thats great!" he said "I finally get to meet one of your friends."

"Yea I'm excited! I think you'll like her,"

"If she's anything like you I know I will. I gotta go, but I should be home early tomorrow morning. Love you Kyls,"

"I love you too Patrick."

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

...

The next morning I woke up early, and got in the shower, I didn't have to work but I wanted to look good for Patrick coming home. I pulled on a rose colored bra, and lace panties, and over I put a pair of skinny jeans and a white v neck shirt. I brushed my long, blonde hair. I put on my usual light makeup. I fed Charlie and put on coffee. Now I just had to wait.

About fifteen minutes later Patrick came bursting through the door. I practically squealed before jumping into his arms. We both pulled in to a long, hard kiss with my legs wrapped around him.

"I missed you." I said pressing our foreheads together.

Charlie danced around our feet.

Patrick bent down to pat him. "Wow he got bigger." he said scratching his head.

"He better of he went through like three bags of food this week."

"Thats my boy" he said scratching his stomach. He stood up and pulled me close. "You know what else I missed" he said before picking me up and placing me on the island in the kitchen.
He pulled my white t shirt over my head and looked at my bra. "Twice without a sports bra we're on a roll eh?"
"Shut up," I laughed back. He pulled off my jeans and carried me over to the couch kissing me the whole way. I flipped over on top of him, "Bossy today are we?" he said looking up at me as I pulled off his t shirt and pants.

I slowly moving down his body kissing each crevice, until I got to his long,hard dick. I pulled it out of his boxers. I began to move it in and out of my mouth in long slow strokes. My tongue paid special attention with every stroke.

"Oh, fuck Kylie," he yelled. "Ohhhhhh"

I stroked up and down with my mouth until I could tell he was at the brink, I slid back up his rock hard body and met his lips. We kissed are and he switched me underneath him, him slid down my body practically ripping my bra off me in the process. He pulled my pink panties off and began licking every part of my vagina. My hands clutched his curly, blonde hair. My moans grew louder and louder.

"Fuck me Patrick" I practically screamed.

"What was that?" He said smirking,

I smiled at him "Fuck me now please." I whispered in his ear.

And with that he began to enter me, god he was huge. His dick moved in and out of me pumping as hard as he could. After a few strong pumps, I felt myself come to the edge. The pleasure spewed into my body and I felt Patrick collapse next to me.

He pulled the blanket that was strewn over the side of the couch on top of us. His strong arm was wrapped around me just under my breast.

"So where did you learn that?" he asked looking at me surprised.

"I have my ways Kane" I said pulling at a blonde curl.

"Oh really?" he said, wide eyed
"What are these mysterious ways I don't know about?" he asked

"keep going on road trips and you might find out."

we both laughed out loud.

...

The next day we decided to meet Kara at the airport. I hadn't seen her since I moved to Chicago almost four months ago.

When we saw each other it was like we were magnets the way we flew at each other.

"KYLIE!" She screamed hugging me. Kara was much alot taller than me at 5'7, she was stick skinny, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. I had the same petite, skinny frame, but somewhat shorter at 5'5. I had long, blonde hair and clear aqua eyes. We didn't look at all alike but we fit together like gloves.

"Patrick this is Kara, Kara this is Patrick." They quickly hugged and Patrick picked up her bags.

We spent the day helping Kara move into her apartment.
Most of her boxes had already arrived. Kara's apartment was one floor down at the end of the hall from Patrick and I. We both knew we would spending a lot of time together.
I was so happy to have a piece of home with me in Chicago.
...
The next day I had to work, I woke up showered pulled on a pair of white capris, wedged heels, and a lavender flowy top. I kissed Patrick goodbye and headed off to work. It was only a practice day for Patrick so he wouldn't have to be up for a few hours.

I was pleasantly surprised with my assignment when I got to work.

"MaCauley" My editor yelled into the press room, "My office please." The editor of the Chicago Tribune was a short, fat bald man who typically wasn't very happy.

"MaCauley I was pleasantly surprised with your last sports article. I think you might have something here. For you next assignment I want an editorial on the Blackhawks quest for the cup. I want direct quotes from players, and coaches, which I dont think will be too hard given you're current situation" he smirked. "Here's a pass anyway get down to the United Center and get all the info you can, most of this work should be out of office, so I don't want to see you in here unless its with the finished product."

"Thank you sir." I smiled.

"Go Hawks!" He added as I left the room.

Well looks like Patrick and I would be spending even more time together.

I got to the United Center around 10 am, the same time the Hawks would be arriving for practice.

I went straight to the training room, "Hey Kylie" Benny the trainer said "What can I do for you?"
"Hi, Benny well I have to right an editorial and..."
"Kyls, whats up" an mirage of players seemed to come out of nowhere, we exchanged high fives and I explained them.
A few minutes later Coach Quenneville seemed to appear out of nowhere, "Alright guys, lets get ready, leave Ms. MaCauley to her work."
They all cleared out of the training room, "Make us look good." Seabs yelled as he left.

"Kylie" Patrick said looking happily confused,
"Hey" I said nonchalantly

"Can't get enough of me can you?" he said coming over and kissing me on the cheek.

"Awwww" Shaw said popping his head in from the hall.

Patrick laughed.

"Ha ha." I laughed sarcastically, "Believe me this all work related otherwise I wouldn't be bothering you."

"You know you could never do that" he said hugging me lightly.

Patrick left to get ready for practice. As I walked down the hall leading to public ice entrance, I ran into Brandon Saad. He looked exhausted and seemed to be avoiding me.

"Brandon?" I asked "Are you okay?"

"Uh, um yea fine" he managed to stutter out.

I clearly wasn't convinced.

"Kylie, uh, when we were in California, uh" he stuttered again.

"Yea?" I said

"Uh a couple guys, we went to a bar and it was cool and all but Kaner and couple other guys were really drunk and a..." He trailed.

"Brandon tell me" I whispered, a glob building in my throat, tears forming in my eyes.

"Kaner hooked up with another girl." he spit out.

The tears ran, I wanted to throw up, I couldn't think, I couldn't feel, I just ran home as fast as I could. I wished all this was a dream, like my perfect eutopia hadnt just come crashing down, but no wish could fix this it was too real.

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