Tread This Fantasy

Sid was sitting on the bench in the locker room, bent over and looking at his skates. He needed to untie them, but he was drained. The game had gone into overtime and Tampa Bay had scored at with thirty seconds to spare. They’d lost, but he’d given it his best with a goal and an assist.

“Good game, Siddo,” Duper said as he passed by. The other man had taken off his jersey and skates already.

“One more week of March. The season is almost over.”

Dupuis nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, it is. Seems to go faster each year I play. We must be getting old.” He smiled at the younger man. “Hey, how’s your girl? Melanie?”

Sid looked up, unable to stop the smile from forming on his lips. “I don’t know if she’s my girl yet.”

Duper grinned. “Yet, huh? Getting serious?”

“Maybe.”

Dupuis draped his towel over his shoulder. “You two exclusive?”

Sid frowned and looked down at the floor. “I don’t know. We’ve only gone out a couple times.”

“Does it piss you off to think of her going out with someone else?”

“Yeah.”

“Pissed at her or at the other guy?”

Sid’s frown got more pronounced. “The other guy.”

Duper laughed. “You’ve got it bad, man. I never thought I’d see that day that some girl caught your attention. You’ve only been interested in hockey since I can remember.”

“Things change.”

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He was alone in the hotel room, staring at the television. NBC Sports was covering a game between San Jose and St. Louis. The Blues were winning, but it was early in the second period. Despite the loss earlier that evening, he was in a good mood. They were staying over in Tampa Bay and then taking an early morning flight to the Miami area to play the Panthers. And then he’d be going back to Pittsburgh. Mel was in Pittsburgh, and he was looking forward to spending some time with her. He was actually looking forward to spending a lot of time with her.

The game cut to commercial and he glanced over at his cell phone sitting on the nightstand. Unlike last time, he had her personal number. He could call. He could talk to her before falling asleep, hear her voice, make her laugh.

Sid turned his eyes back to the TV, but he couldn’t get rid of the itch to call her. Finally, he snatched his phone up and dialed her number. She answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Sid.”

“Hey you,” she said softly.

He toed off his socks while he asked her if he’d interrupted anything.

Mel chuckled. “You interrupted my fabulous evening of painting my toenails and catching up on my DVR.”

“What color?”

“My toes?”

He smiled and shifted on the bed. “Yeah.”

“Hmm,” she said. He heard her move and then she continued with, “The bottle says it’s called...” Mel gave a nervous laugh. “Geez, it’s called After Sex.”

Sid laughed with her. “What color is After Sex?”

“Hot red.”

“Makes sense.”

“What are you doing calling boring old me on a Friday night?”

The game was back on the television, but for once in his life Sid was more interested in something else. “I’m stuck in Tampa Bay for the night. We’re due at the airport just after six tomorrow morning so we make it in time for the morning skate at the BB&T Center. And you’re not boring at all; you’ve got After Sex on your toes.”

“I’m living dangerously over here. I saw the game. Sorry about that OT loss.”

Sid shrugged. “It happens. I’m not too broken up over it.”

“You got some nice moves there, Captain.”

He smiled at the playful tone in her voice. “All part of my master plan to impress you.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to get out of impressing me? A partner in crime to help you sneak tiramisu on the down low?”

“Definitely. And I still need to satisfy my curiosity over your potentially scandalous underwear.”

Mel laughed. “Hoping it’s, maybe, red lace boyshorts that are see-through?”

“I can only dream,” he responded, absently reaching down to adjust himself in his loose shorts. Her voice combined with the subject of sexy underwear was having its effect on him.

“For real, though,” Mel said. “Do men really care about lingerie or is that something us women do just to make ourselves feel better?”

Sid left his hand on himself, the weight of it pressing against his burgeoning erection. “Honestly? I think most men would say that a naked woman is better than one in lingerie.”

“Are you most men?”

He chuckled. “Probably. That doesn’t mean I don’t want a peek at your panties.”

She feigned shock at how forward he was being, but he knew she was just putting on. “I do declare, Sidney Crosby! I think you’ve got designs on my underwear, not me.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve got designs on every inch of you.” He stroked himself lightly through the fabric of his athletic shorts and boxer-briefs.

She was silent a moment before saying, “You’re pretty good at this. You get a lot of practice running these lines on all those girls out there?”

Her voice was light, but her words held much more weight. “I don’t get any practice,” he said, frowning. “Hockey, food, sleep, repeat. Well, maybe throw in interviews. But those aren’t really by choice.”

“So you’re not a playboy?”

Sid laughed. “No, not at all. Talbo tried to teach me how to be his wing man when he was with the Pens, but I’m horrible at talking to girls.”

“So not true. You’re ridiculously good at it.” Her voice was softer, deeper.

He stroked himself through the fabric again. “Only certain girls.”

“How come there’s never any gossip about your girlfriends?”

“Did you google me?” he asked.

She giggled. “I google every guy that asks me out. There just happened to be a lot more results for you.”

“Easy answer. I don’t date much.”

“Who was the last lucky girl?”

He shifted in bed, adjusting the pillow so he could sink in further. “A woman I met through a friend back in Cole Harbour. It wasn’t serious, but we saw each other off and on for a few months. She was here for work and things fizzled when she moved back.”

“She gave you up?” Mel seemed surprised.

“I think it was mutual. She wanted more attention; I couldn’t give it to her. We only saw each other every couple weeks.”

Mel laughed. “Sidney Crosby, are you telling me that you had a booty call?”

“No!” he replied, joining in with her laughter. “Well, maybe a little bit. But that was over a year ago.”

“Hmmm,” Mel replied.

He chuckled again. “Are you busting my balls over this?”

“A girl has got to collect all the facts before she decides to let a man peek at her panties.”

“So, is it true that a woman knows whether she’s going to sleep with a man within the first five minutes of a date?” He moved his hand back to his erection.

Mel hummed in throught before she said, “I’d say that if she already knows him, she knows which date she’ll be willing to give it up on. And if she doesn’t know him, then she decides within about thirty seconds of meeting him if he’s even got a chance.”

Sid slid his hand underneath the waistband of the shorts. He was getting hard, tenting up the boxer-briefs that were tight against him. “Is there a magic number of dates?”

“Not really. Depends on the guy. What’s been your experience?”

“Before signing with the Penguins, it was never. I was such a dork. Actually, I still am.”

“An adorable dork,” she agreed.

“After signing...” he paused and laughed under his breath. “This is going to sound bad.”

“I bet the chicks give it up real fast for Sidney Crosby,” Mel said, a hint of humor in her voice.

He absently chewed on his lower lip and wiggled down into bed a little further. “Hey, I don’t take advantage, but on the rare occasion...”

The musical tinkle of her laughter cut him off short.

“On the rare occasion I do get up the nerve to talk to a girl, I’ve never had to wait for a second date. Except recently. Recently this girl has been making me work really hard for it.”

“She’s probably not going out with The Sidney Crosby, then. Must be just Sid that’s trying to get into her pants.”

He grinned and switched his phone to his other ear. “You’re probably right. But I don’t mind the hard work. Good things never come too easy. What about you?”

“What about me?”

Sid’s hand was on his cock again, sliding his palm up, then down. “You got hockey players knocking down your door?”

Mel snorted a laugh. “Just one. I’ve been off the market by choice for a while. My last boyfriend and I broke up a little over a year ago.”

“How long were you together?”

“A couple years.”

“What happened?”

“The same old. We grew apart. He wanted to move to Baltimore; I wanted to stay here. He thought I spent too much time working; I thought he spent too much time playing video games. Throw that all in a pot and mix in a little lack of sex and you get a breakup that strings out over two months.”

“Ouch.”

She sighed. “I’m over it. Lesson learned and moving on.”

“Obviously he was an idiot.”

“Obviously,” she said with a chuckle.

Sid worked his cock out of the hole in the front of his boxers. “I mean, Baltimore isn’t as nice as Pittsburgh. And only a loser wouldn’t take advantage of sharing a bed with you.”

Mel laughed softly. He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around himself. “Aren’t you just a charmer tonight,” she murmured. The timbre of her voice made his cock jump.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he replied, his mind suddenly incapable of carrying on conversation.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“In a good way.”

“Likewise, buddy. I’m holding on to my dignity by a thread.”

Sid tightened his hand on his cock, palming the tip so he could spread the moisture there over the shaft. “I’m not trying to play you. I really do want to get to know you.”

“Are you sure you don’t say that to all the girls?”

“I don’t say that to any of the girls.”

“Pink sheer fabric with green polka dots and little bows on the hips.”

His hand was distracting, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her statement made no sense. “What?”

“My undies. Pink sheer with polka dots and bows. No bra, though, since I was getting ready for bed.” Her voice was breathy.

He almost groaned. Instead, he bit his lower lip and gave himself two rough strokes. “This is a good visual. I’m taking it to bed with me.”

“Horndog,” she teased.

“You are to blame,” he responded. Sid knew if he didn’t hang up the phone, then he’d end up tipping his hand and she’d figure out that he’d been touching himself through half their conversation. “I’m going to turn in and think about your lingerie. Can I see you when we get back in town?”

“Maybe,” she said, the smile evident in her voice. “Probably.”

“Definitely,” he added. “Goodnight, Mel.”

“Goodnight, Sid. Sweet dreams.”

“Oh, believe me, they will be.” He heard her light laughter as he hung up his phone. Dropping the device on the bed, he lifted his hips off the bed and jerked his shorts and boxers down to his knees.

A dozen strokes of his hand were enough to make his toes curl. A few more brought him to the edge. His cock was rock hard and he imagined her kneeling between his legs in her little polka dot panties. She could slide the crotch of them to the side and straddle him so he could slip his cock up into her.

“Fuck,” Sid grunted as he came. He slowed his strokes and let his tense body melt back into the mattress. When he opened his eyes he could see his chest rising and falling rapidly and the evidence of his arousal all over his stomach.

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