April 27, 2013- Ottawa

“While our season may be over, I’d like to take a moment to celebrate an important milestone tonight.” Philadelphia Flyers Captain Claude Giroux says, standing from his seat at the table and raising his glass. “Jason Akeson. First NHL game, first NHL shot, first NHL goal. And in his hometown, too. Hell of a way to introduce yourself to the league, buddy.”

The team raises their voices in cheers, and I smile, awkwardly. It honestly was a fluke, I think. Craig Anderson is such a good goalie and like Giroux said, it was literally my first NHL shot. I know I’ll probably be in Adirondak next year, only get a shot to come back to Philly if there are a couple injuries or whatever. But hey, it was an incredible experience. And we all need something to celebrate right now, instead of wallowing in the fact that we’re missing the playoffs. Everyone breaks off into their side conversations and I look down at my beer.

“So take your pick, man.” Brayden Schenn says, pulling his chair up next to me.
“What?”
“The bunnies.” He says, scanning the bar. “Take your pick and any one of us will be your wingmen for the night.”
“Oh, uh...” My face goes bright red. “No thanks.”
“Why not?” He laughs. “You’re single, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So go home with someone! Find a hot girl and make a weekend out of it.”

I fumble with my glass for a second, not sure if I should bring up my.... sexual status. Brayden looks at me, a huge smile on his face. I scan the room quickly, looking for a girl who might actually be a decent person. I spot one sitting at one of the tables on the other side of the room. She looks normal. Not at all like her plastic friends surrounding her. She’s wearing a simple dress that looks fantastic on her, but doesn’t seem over dressed for a bar. She’s nursing what looks like the same beer she’s had the entire night, and staring at the tv above the bar, actively watching the Toronto Blue Jays game.

“Her.” I nod.
Brayden looks over at the table.
“The hot blonde in the pink dress or the hot blonde in the red dress?” He asks.
“The brunette. In the green dress.” I clarify.
“Really?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I nod. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

I watch as he hops up from his chair and heads over to Matt Read. He says something to him, and the two of them turn over to me. He waves me over and I sigh, obeying.

“Schenner says you need our help.” Read says with a smile.
“Sure.” I don’t bother correcting him. He claps me on the shoulder.
“We’re pros at this, don’t worry. I mean hey, have you ever wondered how Rinny gets laid?”
I hear a yell of protest behind me and can’t help but smile. Sure enough, I feel the presence of two of my teammates on my back immediately. I turn to see Zac Rinaldo with an angry face, and Sean Couturier with a goofy grin.
“For your information, I can get girls all on my own.” Rinaldo says.
“Why are we discussing this?” Couturier asks.
“We’re getting Akeson here laid tonight, boys!” Read declares.

My four teammates cheer and I wish I could melt into the shadows. Schenn leads the way towards the table and I watch as my girl’s friends instantly perk up, aware of the NHL players coming their way. My girl doesn’t even notice as she’s too engrossed in the baseball game.

“Good evening, ladies!” Read says, instantly jumping on the first bottle blonde.
I watch as the rest of my squad executes a perfect deployment amongst the bimbos, leaving just me and the girl in the green dress left. I have to admit, the way this team works so well together is incredible. They have this down to a science. By now, my girl has noticed that they aren’t alone at their table anymore, and I see her roll her eyes.

“I’m sorry for my friends.” I say, standing next to her. “They can be a bit overbearing.”
“It’s exactly what my friends were hoping for.” She admits, turning her attention to me. “Hey, you’re that rookie that scored tonight.”
I’m taken aback for a moment. She recognizes me?
“Um, yeah.”
“That was pretty sick. They said it was your first NHL shot.”
“I think it was lucky.” I admit.
She smiles.
“A goal is a goal though, right? Too bad it had to be against my favorite team.”
“Well, it was against my favorite team too.” I say, returning her smile.
“Looks like we have something in common.” She laughs.

Suddenly the guys around me get really loud, and they decide to head to the dance floor with their girls. I hesitate, thinking about asking the girl in the green dress but realize I don’t even know her name.

“Maria.” She says, reading my mind and sticking out her hand.
“Jason.” I respond, taking it in mine. Instead of shaking, I bring her hand up to my lips and press a soft kiss to the back of it. She blushes.
“So tell me, Jason. What’s a guy like you doing talking to a girl like me?”

The music is blaring and I’m having a hard time hearing her.
“I’ll make you a deal. Come outside and walk around with me and I’ll tell you the answer.” I say, hoping it’s not too straight forward. She thinks for a second before grabbing her purse and jacket. I take her hand in mine and lead her to the door, catching the eye of my captain on the way. His face is priceless as he watches me leave with the girl I just met a couple minutes ago. He gives me a small smile and a wink when he recovers from his shock and I return the smile slightly.

“So.” She says once we get outside. “Why did your friends execute a perfectly planned diversion just to get you and me alone?”

Shit. Maybe she wasn’t as engrossed in the baseball game as I thought. I hesitate for a second, debating if I should deny or explain. She gives me a look and I know instantly she’s going to see right through my bullshit claims.

“Maria, I’m going to be honest with you.” I start. “They were trying to get you and me together because they decided I should get laid tonight.” Her eyebrows shoot up and the words are flowing out of my mouth before she has any time to object. “They told me to pick any girl in the bar and they’d help me get with her. I’m not really looking to get laid, so I just picked the girl who looked most down to earth and not plastic out of everyone. Someone who I thought I could probably have a decent conversation with, and not someone who I thought would just force me to have sex with them and then expect me to leave in the morning and that’s it. I’m not really into the one night stand thing, but I didn’t really have a choice. I understand if you want to just call it a night. I’ll walk you to your car or apartment or wherever so you get home safe and then leave, fully expecting nothing in return.”

I take a breath and look at her, hoping she doesn’t go crazy and slap me or something. To my surprise she just laughs and begins walking down the street.

“Well thank God for that! I was looking for a reason to get out of there anyway.”
“Oh?” I ask, following her.
“Yeah. Bars aren’t really my thing. So tell me, Mr. Hot-Shot NHL goal scorer. Why aren’t you looking for a one night stand? Isn’t that what you professional hockey players do?”
“Some are. But some aren’t. Most guys with serious girlfriends or wives are faithful.”
“But you don’t have either of those, I can tell.” She’s staring at me intently. “So why aren’t you interested?”
“I-” I blush, the alcohol feeling its way through my veins and to my brain. “I’m a virgin. I mean, I’ve done like other stuff. Fooling around and stuff. But I’ve never-um. I’ve never actually had sex with anyone.” I spit out. I feel my face instantly go bright red and groan, knowing I just spilled my biggest secret to a girl who I literally just met.

She’s quiet as we walk down the street. My brain is running a mile a minute, trying to think of a gentlemanly way out of this. Would it be inappropriate to shout April Fools! on one of the last days of the month? She stops in front of a building and pulls me towards the door, opening it with her key. I realize it’s her apartment building.

“You seem like a really sweet guy, Jason.” She says. Oh great, here it comes. The rejection speech. “That’s why I’m going to invite you up to my apartment.” My eyes go wide at the thought.

“Are you sure?” I ask, fully understanding the implications of her offer.
“Why not?” She smiles. “The last man I slept with was my abusive ex-boyfriend. I promise I’m not going to tell anyone. I just don’t really want him to be the last person to have me that way.”

I think about it for a second. I can’t imagine any man abusing the beautiful woman in front of me. No woman deserves that. But especially not Maria. And I always told myself that I would lose my virginity once I signed my first NHL contract. That happened two years ago, and I never made good on it. I just always got too nervous. At 22 years old, what woman is willing to teach a man how to fuck?

But then there’s Maria standing in front of me. She’s fully aware of my inexperience, and is still offering to take me upstairs.

“Okay.” I agree.

She smiles and leads me up the three flights of stairs to her door, where she quickly takes off her jacket and grabs my hand. I follow her down the hallway to her bedroom, noticing for the first time that her dress has a huge hole cut out of the back. Her skin is smooth and looks so soft. She stops just inside her bedroom door and turns to lock it. I take this moment to press my lips to the skin on her neck. She tastes like strawberries, and it’s as soft as I imagined. I press my lips farther down her neck, stopping where it meets her shoulder.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She hums.
“This, I have.” I respond, nervously. “It’s the other stuff.”
She turns and moves her hands to the side of her dress, unzipping it.
“Have you ever seen a woman naked?” She asks. I turn bright red.
“Um- not fully. But like. I’ve seen all the parts and stuff. Individually.”

She chuckles at my innocence and nods her head. Her hands move mine to my buttons and I take her hint, unbuttoning them as she slides off her dress and leggings. She isn’t wearing a bra, which leaves me staring at her naked chest. I pull my shirt tails out of my pants and let it fall to the floor. Her fingers brush at my pants, quickly unbuttoning them and drawing down the zipper. Each piece pops like a machine gun as it becomes undone, and I feel the slightly familiar rush of blood south. I slip out of my shoes and socks, and she drops my pants to the floor.

Her lips find my chest and her breasts brush against my stomach, causing my groin to groan. My fingers shake as I pull her panties down, admiring the feel of her hips beneath my touch. I bring her chin up and meet her lips with mine. I feel her push my boxer briefs to the floor and everything feels so surreal. It’s like an out of body experience. I’m actually standing in a bedroom completely naked with a woman in front of me. I’m suddenly aware of every flaw in my body.

Not that I’m self-conscious. I’m a professional hockey player. I know I’ve got a good, healthy body. And in the locker room, I’m fully confident in myself. But with Maria, I feel like there’s a possibility I’m just not good enough.

My brain goes completely blank when I feel her delicate fingers wrap around my girth, sliding her hand up and down slightly. She moans a little and whispers something about ‘big’, giving me confidence. I push her softly to the bed and when her knees hit the side, she climbs backwards on it. I follow, watching her reach for her bedside table. She pulls out a condom and rips it open with her teeth. Her fingers show me how to put it on, and I make note of every small detail for future reference.

Before I know it, I’m sheathed and she’s spread out beneath me.
“Always check with your finger to make sure the woman is wet.” She says. “It hurts like a bitch if she’s not.”
I run a shaky finger down her hip and between her folds, feeling the moisture between them. I bring my finger up to my lips, tasting her arousal. Her eyes go dark and based on the way she’s biting her bottom lip, I’m pretty sure I just did something right.

As inexperienced as I am, I’m not stupid. I know what comes next. I line myself up with her entrance and push slightly, separating her skin with my tip. I’m overwhelmed with the initial feeling of being inside her, and about half way in I have to stop so I don’t come right then and there. She’s so warm and it envelops me. Her muscles squeeze around me, putting pressure in all of the right places.

“God, you’re big Jason.” She breathes. “You’re always going to have to go slow at first, unless you have a woman who’s used to your size. Let them get used to it.”
“Sorry.” I say, realizing that she’s slightly uncomfortable.
“Don’t say sorry. Just give it a second and then push another inch.”

I do as she says and after an agonizing wait, I’m finally pressed fully into her. My balls clench and I hold my breath, trying hard not to come. The moment passes and I look into Maria’s eyes, asking her if she’s ready. She smiles and nods, and I begin moving my hips back and forth.

The feeling hits me instantly, and it’s one of the greatest things I think I’ve ever felt. It’s no wonder there are people who are addicted to this. I can feel a bead of sweat dripping down my face and try to ignore it. Maria moans softly, and my dick twitches painfully at the sound. It’s so sexy, I want to make her do it again.

“Go faster, Jason.” She moans.
I obey, and am rewarded with the sound again.
“I-I think I’m close.” I admit, sheepishly. It’s only been a couple minutes, and I know it takes longer for women than men. I have to get her off before I can come. That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.
“It’s okay. I figured as much.” She pants. “Don’t wait for me, you’ll rupture your balls or something. Just know that you’ll have to make it up to me later.” She winks.

My eyes go big and my hips start working on their own. Her shallow pants and small moans match my every thrust, and I can feel that I’m on the edge.
“Oh, Jason.” She moans.

That’s what puts me over the top and I feel myself break, hard. My vision goes fuzzy and my whole body quakes as I release my load. It’s easily the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. I hear a long moan, and it takes me a second to realize that it’s coming from me. I press my nose into Maria’s shoulder and let it all ride out.

When I come down from my high, I pull out and fall to the side of her drifting in and out of consciousness. I feel her fingers work on removing the condom and when they’re done, I grab her waist. My fingers slip between her lubricated folds and I begin moving them the way my ex-girlfriend used to like.

“Jason.” Maria squeaks.
“I’m about to pass out. It’s not fair to you that you just gave me the most intense orgasm ever and I give you nothing in return. I know how to do this, so let me take care of you and then we can pass out together.” I mumble.

Her body relaxes and soon enough I’m rewarded again with her soft moans. It takes me a couple minutes, but I finally feel her walls start to clench, giving me the sign that she’s almost there. I slip another finger in and she gasps. My thumb brushes at her clit and I press down, sending her soaring. She screams my name and claws at the back of my shoulder. It feels amazing, and if I wasn’t completely exhausted I would probably already be in the mood to feel it again.

My fingers slow, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.
“Damn.” She pants when she’s slowed down. “We’re going to work on building up your stamina. After that, you’re going to be a knock out.”
“Yeah?” I ask, groggily.
“Oh yeah. Sleep now. When we both wake up, we’re going again.”

A huge smile crosses my face and a weight is lifted off my shoulders. I’ve finally lost my virginity and, according to this completely random girl who has no reason to lie just to boost my ego, I’m pretty good at it.

Notes

Requested.

All I can think about is the picture of his naked butt.



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