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Jordie would spend the next two years doing two things that he loved very much: playing hockey and fucking pretty girls.

After Giselle left, there was Sara with the doe-eyes and enthusiastic mouth that first invited him home with her and then boggled his mind with the best blow job of his young life. Sara lasted longer than some of the others, over a month. But still, even her bubbly personality and perky breasts weren’t enough to keep him enthralled for very long.

After that came Brittany who managed to stick for a few weeks. Then, Jordie went a little crazy and started collecting conquests the way some men collect baseball cards. Even though they meant little to him, we shall in the very least mark their place in history via this list. One following one right after another Jordie spend private, personal time with Jessica, Kelly, Michaela, Courtney, Becca (not to be confused with Becky who was a fling several months after Becca was discarded), Abby, Bailey, Madison, Taylor, Alyssa, Piper, Rachel, Victoria, Valerie, Wendy, Cadance, Dahlia, Dakota, Gabrielle, Serena, Liz and later Lizzy, Imogen, Katie, Leslie, Ashley, Maria, Natalia, Sylvia, Natasha, Janelle, Renee, Maya, Gia, Lindsay, Simone, Tina, Kia, Sugar (yes, a stripper), Amanda, Carla, Keisha, Bree, Angel, Megan, Cecilia, Iman, Erica, Elena, Clarissia, Cheyenne, Allie, Tamara, Ruth, Gloria, Brianna, Erin, Theresa, Arial, Natalie, Marissa, Lynette, Maggie, Jeanette, and Jodi.

There was also a few “relationships” that went on for a week or so, the French beauty Angelique, the German tourist Griselda, his neighbor Amelia, and even his coach’s daughter Susanne.

It’s amazing the man found time to play hockey at all. Then again, he was doing very little besides these two things, so when he wasn’t at the rink, he was chasing girls, kissing girls, or rutting against them on any available surface he could find.

The one thing he wasn’t doing was going home. He avoided Victoria like the plague, making his parents, Jamie, and his sister come to wherever he was for Christmas. And that was the only time he saw them all year.

Aside from the issues with all the casual sex he was having, he knew he was engaging in the inherently dangerous and damaging behavior of alienating his family. Perhaps what made the whole situation even more pitiable is that his family offered nothing but love and encouragement. His mother masked her own hurt feelings and always remained cheerfully positive. Maybe she didn’t understand exactly why he wouldn’t come home, but she knew that he needed some space right now, so she gave it to him.

This isn’t to say that Jordie was moping about and pining over Emma. Oh, no, he kept all his promises to Giselle, including following her directive that he keep smiling. Jordie was certainly trying to avoid Emma who still lived in Victoria, but he also didn’t want to go home because, quite frankly, he was having quite a lot of fun living his playboy lifestyle. And as any woman can tell you, when boys think they’ve become men, there is no talking sense into them. Which is why his mother probably made the wisest choice by letting her son sow his wild oats in the manner he chose.

Eventually, however, Jordie reached an impasse and suffered the second most disappointing day of his life. He was in a lonely hotel room when he called his mother with the news.

“I didn’t get drafted.”

It had never been a sure thing and he had been preparing himself for the worst, but the reality of it still stung. Jamie had been drafted at eighteen and yet at twenty-one, even with all his experience, Jordie, it appeared, was not to be awarded the same honor.

His mother, as usual, always had something positive to say. “That’s okay, sweetie. Just because you didn’t get drafted doesn’t mean you won’t play in the NHL. Everyone has their own path. Yours is steady and true, just as Jamie’s is.”

How many times had she told him this and why was it more annoying every time she said it? He sighed and tried not to take his frustration out on her. He knew she meant well and only said it out of love for him. “I know. It’s just -”

“Disappointing. You don’t need to tell me, I feel it to. You just have to keep working hard, like you have been. I believe in you, we all do.”

At those specific words he fingered the note Giselle had left him and that now resided in the frame of his full length mirror. He smiled thinking about her and wondered where she was and what she was doing. It had been years since he had seen her, but he could still conjure the sound of her laugh and the way she made him feel carefree and light at a time when he had been despondent and weak.

He missed her in a way, but knew he was keeping her spirit alive in his life by enjoying himself whenever possible. The lightness she had left him with still lingered. He was no longer the boy who mourned his lost love; he was a man who embraced his life and all its pleasures. And he was indeed having fun, he reminded himself, draft day disappointment aside.

“Jordie?”

“Yeah, ma, I’m here.”

“You know I don’t like to interfere with your life too much, but…can I ask you for something?”

“Of course, anything.”

“Will you please come home? Please?”

He held back another sigh and closed his eyes as if he could avoid this conversation by doing so. “Ma…”

“Yes, I know, it’s not cool for young men to come back and live with their parents, but just hear me out. It’s summer and there’s no hockey for you to play. Right now you don’t even have a team. Why don’t you come home, be settled for a bit, and think about what you want to do next. Your brother and sister will be coming home as well. And it’s…” She paused and for a moment Jordie thought she might be near tears, which almost broke his heart. “It’s been so long, Jordie, so terribly long since I’ve had you all here. Will you please do this for me?”

She made a good point, an excellent point. There was nothing for him to do now except enjoy the summer and wait for training camps to start so he could try out for teams and hopefully find a place somewhere. And she was right, he had been gone long enough and for no good reason. There was nothing stopping him from going home and right now it sounded like the best place to be. Emma be damned, he wanted to see his mother. He’d never say it, but he missed her, nagging and all. Plus, there were bound to be plenty of girls he could enjoy some time with as well.

Always looking for new hunting grounds, he agreed. “All right, ma, you win. I’ll come home.”

And so he packed everything he owned in two suitcases and a backpack and he went home for the first time years. His mother was openly sobbing when he came in the door and he shared an eyeroll with his dad over her shoulder as he hugged her.

“Jesus, you’d think I just came home from war.”

The small woman who was his mother smacked his arm before dabbing away her tears. “You ingrate.” But then she cooed and hugged him again. “I just missed you. My baby boy.”

He was certainly not her little boy anymore. He towered over her in height and width, but to all mothers their sons will perpetually be small and helpless creatures in need of motherly love and care. When she finally let him go, he hugged his father briefly, who was always the much more austere and stern of the two parents.

“Good to see you, son. Jamie’ll be home next week. Jenny the week after. They’ll be glad to see you.”

Jordie nodded his approval, wondering why he had stayed away for so long. “Nice to have everyone back, yeah?”

His mother answered, “And about time. Now, put your stuff in your room. I need you to help me in the kitchen.”

Dutiful Jordie did as he was asked and continued to do so for the next several weeks. Jamie and Jenny were both shocked, but very glad to see Jordie home for the summer and the three of them spent most of their time hanging out together, getting to know each other as adults. They had always been close as children, but hockey and college (and Jordie’s roguish ways) had kept them in separate cities for the last couple of years. Finally together for a extensive period of time, they became inseparable, forging even stronger bonds of friendships that went beyond blood connections and relied on pure affection to facilitate their closeness.

One hot day in late July, Jordie was at the grocery store for beer and various other snacks for a picnic the Benn siblings had planned for that day. He was in line, minding his own business, when someone decided to needle him a little.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Has the prodigal son returned?”

He turned to face the women in line behind him, squinting at her face, knowing he should recognize her, but not quite getting there. “Oh, hey…hi.”

She smiled smugly. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

Feeling embarrassed now he stuttered, “Uh, yeah, I do. Um…Kara…?”

“Kelsey.”

Ah, yes, that was it. Now he remembered little Kelsey who was usually hanging around somewhere. “Right, right, sorry, Kelsey. You were…two years behind me, Jamie’s class. You guys did that science fair project together.”

“We sure did. Won third place, too. Proudest moment of my high school life.”

He laughed at her sarcasm and took the time to really look at her. Little Kelsey had grown up…and had a very nice rack that she displayed perfectly in a tight, low cut v-neck top. His gaze returned to her smiling mouth and he then met her eyes.

“You look good, Kelsey.”

She gave him a grin that said she knew she did, but was going to feign humility so as not to erase the compliment. “Thank you. I had heard you were back in town, but I’m glad I got to see you with my own two eyes.” Here, she treated him equally, eyeing up his bulky frame and nodding in approval. He wasn’t exactly sweet Jordie from down the block anymore either. “You’ve grown up.”

“Yeah, it happens to the best of us.”

“Thank God.”

Jordie smirked in agreement and his eyes drifted down to her cleavage again. Kelsey felt vindicated, as well as thankful she had worn this particular shirt today.

She nodded towards his arm full of groceries. “Big plans for your afternoon?”

“Just hanging with Jamie and Jenny. You should come.” The Benns tended to keep their gatherings private, not because they didn’t all have many friends in the area, but simply because they wanted to maximize their time together. And Jordie wasn’t even sure why he invited Kelsey, other than feeling like he really wanted to see her again.

Luckily, she declined. “I can’t. I’m going to see my grandfather. But there’s a party tonight, over at Lou’s parent’s place on the lake. You can come to that and we can hang out. Talk…whatever.”

Her smile was back, telling him that ‘whatever’ certainly might include night time activities often performed in the nude and in the dark. He hesitated in spite of himself. A lot of people from their neighborhood still knew each other, and that included Emma. He had avoided her thus far and wasn’t looking forward to any situation that might bring them together.

Kelsey added casually in the ensuing silence, “Emma won’t be there.”

He frowned slightly. “How did you know?”

“Sorry, Jordie, but everyone knows what she did when you left. I assume you’re looking to avoid a confrontation with her.”

He nodded and laughed a little. “Everyone, huh? Probably explains the weird looks of pity I get sometimes around town.”

Kelsey chuckled and watched Jordie put his items on the belt since his turn at the checkout was up. “So…you wanna come tonight?”

As his items were being scanned, he turned and bent towards Kelsey’s ear, whispering suggestively, “Do you want to come tonight?”

Kelsey gasped against his neck and he smiled, considered the fact that he would never, ever get tired of hearing a woman make a sound of surprised pleasure. Also, definitely smiling at the fact that he could make this happen with very little effort. Rake that he was, he was very confident in his flirtation and love making skills and moments like this only fueled his arrogance.

Her warm hand rested against his massive chest as he pulled back, telling her, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll come tonight. But only after you.”

Kelsey was back to biting her lip and suppressing another smile. “You remember where Lou’s place is?”

“I remember.”

She stroked his arm gently meeting his eyes in a sweet, but suggestive glare. “Good. I’ll see you tonight then.”

A slow smile bloomed on his scruffy face. Oh, yeah. It was good to be home.

Lou’s parents had had a house on the lake for as long as Jordie could remember and since they rarely used it (and also let their children run wild) it had become Victoria’s de facto party house, and still apparently was. Except now, with everyone being mostly grown up (at least in age, if not maturity), they could buy their own booze legally.

It was well past dark when Jordie finally arrived at the house and damn near midnight, but that only meant the party was just starting to get good. His picnic lunch had turned into a family dinner that had itself turned into an intense game of Monopoly. While he had been impatient to get away and see Kelsey, his mother’s sweet smile directed at him across the coffee table had kept him firmly present in action of the game.

Although now…now he ready for some much less wholesome activities. He used his big body to push his way through the house that was stuffed to the brim with sweaty bodies in varying states of inebriation. He snagged a beer in the kitchen and quickly jutted out the back door, if only for a breath of smoke-free air. Taking a deep drink of the sour liquid, he looked around the backyard that seemed to be deserted.

“Hey! You came.”

He followed the voice off the back porch and onto the darkness of the lawn where he found Kelsey laying on her back staring up at him. Well, that didn’t take long, he thought. The noise from the party was still vibrating the house and echoing out into the night, but they were alone out here and the night air was cool, refreshing.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Still…I wasn’t sure you were serious. You’ve stayed away a long time. I thought maybe you were avoiding everyone in Victoria.”

Jordie sat down cross-legged on the grass near her head, setting his beer on the other side of him. “I’m not avoiding anyone.” Kelsey snorted and then covered her mouth to hide a smile. Jordie gave up the facade. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Maybe Emma, but no one else.”

Rolling onto her stomach, Kelsey propped her chin up on his knee and looked up him with pretty, wide eyes. “It’s really good to see you, Jordie.”

He purposefully brushed her cheek with his fingers as he went to tuck a strand of reddish brown hair behind her ear. “You, too. What have you been up to?”

“You know, just work mostly. I took over managing the bowling alley. Very glamorous, I know, you’re jealous.”

He chuckled quietly. “Hey, man, it pays the bills. You’ll get no judgment from me.”

This made her smile. “I know you’ve been playing hockey, good hockey from what I hear. But anything else of note?”

He ran through the short list of what he’d been doing and the long list of who he’d been doing and then answered. “Nothing of note.”

“Well…I guess we’re all caught up, then. You wanna go in? I hear there’s a beer pong tournament going on upstairs.”

He shook his head and looked out towards the lake that was merely a blotch of darkness against the slightly lighter horizon. “I didn’t really come here for drinking games, Kels.”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, Kelsey nodded and pushed herself up to standing. Now his eyes followed her. When she tugged off her shirt, he finished off his beer and asked, “And you’re doing what now?”

She was unbuttoning her jeans and smiling at him is what she was doing. She told him, “If you don’t wanna drink with the boys or dance with the girls, maybe you wanna have some fun with an old friend of your brother.”

Jordie casually leaned back on his hands and stretched his long legs out in front of him as he watched her strip down. He evaluated her like one would a prized horse, sizing up her features and comparing them to other women he’d fucked. He noted her shapely hips and ass, although her legs were too skinny and looked out of place on her body. When her bra was shed, he enjoyed the sight of those luscious breasts he’d been thinking about since their encounter at the grocery store.

She was was fairly average to his eye, but she was eager and apparently not concerned about anyone stumbling out the backdoor to find her naked on the lawn, her skin and form clearly illuminated by the porch light. She met his stare head on, seemingly unconcerned about his opinion of her body, but he could tell her secretly sought his approval.

He gave her one final once over and then asked, “You ever fuck my brother?”

“No.” She leaned down, hands on his shoulder, mouth against his ear. “I was always more interested in the other Benn. The one I listened to fucking his girlfriend in this very house the summer before he left.”

His palms were rubbing her calves as she stood up straight and stepped away from him, calling out over her shoulder, “Coming, Jordie?”

He snickered and yanked off his shirt, mumbling to himself, “Bet your ass I am, Kels.”

His clothes remained with hers and he met Kelsey in the lake, wading in and letting his eyes adjust to the night around them. The moon was fat and low in the sky, giving them at least a little light, which was supplemented by the bright stars and faint glow from the house.

Jordie was waist deep when a woman made wave came at him quickly, splashing his face and soaking him entirely. “You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?”

Her laughter was carefree and bright as it scattered across the water towards him. He could see her form bobbing slightly and he dove beneath the surface, putting his strong swimming skills to use. He resurfaced with her waist encompassed by his arms as he hauled her up and then tossed her back into the lake, a squeal coming from her mouth before she was submerged.

Not to be outdone, she dove now and swam away from him as hard as she could, but it wasn’t enough. He caught up with her and once more easily lifted her entire body free of the water and threw her back into water. She came up giggling, doing a backstroke away from him and towards the center of the lake as he followed.

He tugged on her legs, pulling her upright and then into his arms as their kicking feet kept them afloat. The lake wasn’t very large or very deep, but they were still far from shore and many meters from the bottom. Kelsey wrapped her arms around his neck and panted from the exertion of swimming.

She licked her lips, preparing for his kiss that was inevitable and Jordie brushed a thumb over the space between her upper lip and her nose to remove the water droplets that had formed there. “Kelsey, you should know that I’m not staying. I’m just here for the summer.”

“I know. I’m not looking for anything longterm.” She tugged him closer and then encompassed his body with her long legs. “I’ve wanted you for years, so just make me come, Jordie. Let me see if you’re as good as I always imagined you were.”

He smiled and thrust his hips as well as one can when in the water. “Oh, baby, I’m way better than you ever imagined, trust me on this.”

His kiss was immediately desperate, his tongue probing her mouth and pushing for more space there. Kelsey was as forward as she had seemed when she stripped down for him, kissing him back and clutching at his back. His hands first gripped those lovely breasts and then reached farther down to stroke her wet, smooth skin before squeezing her ass. Suddenly she broke away and was on her back again, swimming away from him and towards the permanent floating raft that resided in the center of the lake.

Once there, she hoisted herself up, still facing him and he quickly followed - putting his hands on the surface beside her hips before she could even move back to make room for him. Their legs still dangling in the water, his mouth was back on hers, his body forcing hers to lay flat underneath him.

Nude and wet, it only took a slight breeze for goosebumps to rise on every inch of her skin. Even with the warmth and weight of Jordie on top of her, Kelsey’s skin was chilled and hyper aware of every sensation. The felt of the raft was worn down and harsh against her back, while she felt as if Jordie had meters of soft skin for her to touch. The flesh between his thighs, however, was hard and insistent against her cunt as he ground down his hips on her.

He nudged her along the raft until their feet were out of the water. Jordie trailed kisses down her neck and Kelsey opened her eyes to take in the beauty of the moment. Nothing above them but stars, the gentle breaking of the water against the raft buoys was soothing, and she was here with Jordie. How many people get to fuck their high school crush? Not many, she mused.

She’d told him the truth, Jamie was never the object of her affections, only Jordie. And who could blame her? He was older, more muscular, and obviously more experienced. She recalled that summer party at the lake house, the one Jordie and Emma had been at as well. Sneaking away to find a quiet place to get her bearings back after too many beers having been put in her underaged body, Kelsey had stumbled upon a bedroom, where Jordie and Emma were very enthusiastically and very louding having sex.

Kelsey had felt a great number of emotions catching them there: envy, lust, anger, and sadness that such a beautiful man wasn’t hers. And now, she felt victorious because after all this time she could finally have him. For tonight, for the summer, it didn’t matter. She had dreamed of him too many night and now she would have him.

Jordie was thinking nothing so profound as all that. He was busy nibbling her pointed nipples while in the very back of his mind he wondered how sanitary it was to lick lake water off a woman’s body. That’s why when Kelsey bucked and rolled them, putting him underneath her, he was taken by surprise.

Wet strands of her hair brushed his chest and cheeks as he bent to kiss him, distracting him from the movement of her hips that were working down on top of his. Her talented kiss left him gasping and when she slipped her cunt over his cock, he let out a breathy groan.

Kelsey’s own exhalation was much more coherent. She whispered his name and with her first thrust told him, “You’re already better than I ever hoped.”

As she hovered over him, ready for a downswing onto his dick, Jordie thrust up, filling her with his thickness and making her squeal again.

“Oh, yeah? Then let me hear it. We’re in the middle of a fucking lake. Don’t hold back on me now.”

Giggling and riding him as he moved underneath her, Kelsey granted his wish. Her moans were genuine and appreciative, gasped out every time he was buried deep and then dragged from the back of her throat as his cock moved along her walls on its way out. She chanted his name and when she threw her head back and undulated over him, she looked so primal. Like a earthy witch from another time, honoring the sensual power of the moon by worshiping a God-made-man with her body.

She came around him, flexing her pussy tight and releasing it repeatedly. This was accompanied by a high-pitched wail that petered off into a helpless whimper as she came to her completion.

He flipped her weak body back onto the raft and delved back inside of her with his cock. “Better than you imagined?” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck yes. Damn, Jordie. Once more, please. Just make me come one more time and I won’t ask for anything else.”

From another woman this might have come off as sad, maybe a little desperate. But Jordie met her smile and saw the pure joy on her face. She was just as happy to be here with him as he was, no games, no false hope of a commitment he couldn’t and wouldn’t offer. Not every woman he bedded was this amicable about the ephemeral nature of the situation and he found himself appreciating Kelsey even more for her honesty and grace.

Which, naturally, made him want to make her come even harder than she had the first time.

He planked over her, hands on either side of her head, arms straight, hips keeping her immobile beneath him. Each thrust rang true, hard and deep and stroking her g-spot perfectly. His pale brown eyes met hers with an intensity so harsh it was almost cruel, but she met him head on, never looking away.

She spread herself wider for him, resting the soles of her feet on his hips as her legs went into a butterfly like position. Her back felt rough and ragged from the abrasive nature of the raft, but that was a worry for tomorrow. Every other nerve in her body was only receptive to pleasure and she let Jordie build her back up to another peak.

He pushed and pushed and pushed, rocking her body violently with every thrust. When he knew she was close, he dropped down to rest on his forearms, bring more of his body in contact with hers, namely his pelvis against her clit.

“Oh! Jordie, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

He was exhausted and happy she was about to come again, because he had worked her so hard for so long, he needed to lie down. Still he played his part perfectly. “Tell me how good.”

Her smile was wicked and she closed her eyes as her body bowed toward his. “The best I’ve ever had. Probably the best I’ll ever have, to be really fucking honest.”

This made him laugh, but he was about his business as well. He pushed himself harder, thrusting faster and faster until her body broke free of its self-inflicted tension and she came on his cock again. He followed immediately after that, groaning around a piece of her skin that he bit on her shoulder and slamming the flat of his palm against the raft in release.

Finally, he laid down, panting and sweating, but deliriously happy. He glanced over and Kelsey was staring at the stars, so he joined her in that endeavor.

“When do you leave?” she asked.

“Middle of August.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Okay. That’s okay.”

She sounded content, but he could tell she wanted something. But he knew it was something he was willing to give. Without looking over he said, “We can keep doing this until I leave.”

When she didn’t answer, he turned his head and saw her grinning at him. “I’d very much appreciate that, Jordie.”

“You might’ve grown up, but it’s nice to see you’re still so polite, Kels.”

Jordie spent the next few weeks splitting his time between his family during the day and seeing Kelsey at night. Much to his surprise and delight, she didn’t waiver from her initial impression and never asked him for more than he would be willing to give.

When it came time for him to leave, his mother cried, his father was stoic, as usual, and since Jenny and Jamie were both already gone, Kelsey was the only other person there to see him off. She did so succinctly with a kiss on the cheek and a sassy utterance in his ear.

“Thanks for the memories, Jordie. I’m pretty sure they’ll keep me wet for decades.”

He laughed and kissed the end of her nose that had once been too large, but now fit her face perfectly. “You’re welcome. Maybe when I’m here again we can -”

She shook her head. “No promises. I might be married with a toddler on my hip by the time you decide to come back again.”

He knew he deserved that barb, so he let it stand. “I’ve already told my mother I won’t stay away so long from now on.”

Kelsey said with a smile, “That’s good…for your family. But I won’t be waiting around for you.”

He could only nod and kiss her little mouth gratefully. Pity that the one woman who seemed to understand his needs best lived in a place he couldn’t stay in for very long. He left her standing in his driveway, wishing her the best as he set off on his next adventure.

Notes

Someone messaged me about this and I want to address it here. In case you're wondering - yes, I am aware that Jordie played hockey in Victoria for many years after high school, but I would kindly remind everyone that this is a work of fiction and thus I am free to create any universe for them as I would I like. And this is the universe I have created for them, one that does not match reality exactly. I also don't think Jordie is a womanizer in reality, and yet, I have obviously written him that way. He will still play for Texas and Dallas when we get to that point, have no fear about that.

And to the person who rated this less than a 10 and ruined my life with this 9.9 rating...talk to me, tell me what I can do to make this better for you, because the 9.9 is really fucking up the aesthetic of my author's page as all my other stories are at 10...(I jest, but not really: feel free to criticize me as much as you like.)