Hockey Is My Boyfriend: Part Two by Melanie Ting Read Free Book Online Page A

Kelly.”
    “Look at you.” Steve didn’t believe me. “Jesus Christ, you’re all growed up now. All the chicks want to hop on the NHL gravy train, eh?”
    Riley asked me, “How far did ya get with her? I’d like to get my hands on that ass. Imagine spreading those tight cheeks and giving it to her doggy-style. Sooweet.”
    Both these jerks made me sick. “It’s not like that. She’s a nice girl,” I said.
    Steve laughed. “C’mon, everyone knows nice girls are the dirtiest in bed. They can’t wait to get down and go crazy.” He swirled his key ring on his finger. “Okay, boys, if the key is in the door, that means don’t come in because I’m doing the deed.”
    “With Kelly?” Riley asked.
    “Well, I won’t be nailing Trudy, arsehole. Kelly is a dimepiece, and I’m looking forward to giving it to her, front door and back.”
    I was more and more nauseous. Because she was the only girl here, every horny guy in the place was going to be fantasizing about her.
    “Didn’t she say she’s got a boyfriend?” Riley asked. “A big one?”
    “Jesus, Riley. She was bullshitting. Nobody has a boyfriend named Thor. You gotta learn about women. They play hard to get because they want you to work for it.” Steve lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head. “A girl like Kelly is going to be a pushover for the master.”
    “Too bad the master’s not here,” X-man called from his bed. He was lying there with headphones on, and I didn’t even know he was listening. We all laughed and stopped talking about Kelly. But when I went to bed, I found myself thinking about her again. I hoped she would come to the gym in the morning.

7
    Sleepless in Lake Carswell
    I am on the dock of Lake Carswell, and it’s hot and humid. The shoreline looks the same except for the palm trees among the scrubby pines. Jimmy walks towards me on the dock, wearing only a pair of board shorts. His upper body is smooth, cut, and hairless. His pecs are well defined, and his shoulders are broad. He has a six-pack and a shallow dent at his navel. A happy trail of golden hair the same colour as his skin leads down to his baggy blue board shorts. He comes right up to me, and the air begins to shimmer with heat around us. I complain it’s so hot, and he tells me that’s because I have too many clothes on. So I lift my arms, he takes off my t-shirt, and I’m totally naked underneath. There’s a crowd on the deck, and they’re cheering. I mention that to Jimmy and he says, “Do you want me to stop, Kelly?” And I say, “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop, Jimmy.” And then he holds me tightly, and he kisses me hard and he puts one muscular thigh between my legs and forces them apart and—I wake up.

    I woke up all sweaty and disoriented, with the sheets twisted around my legs. I’d had sex dreams before, but this one seemed so real. I felt I already knew Jimmy intimately, when I had only met him yesterday.
    The whole thing was dumb. In real life, Jimmy was way too young for me. The best word to describe him was weird. Not to mention the super-flattering way he kept telling me he wasn’t interested. So why was I having sex dreams about him?
    Well, there was no accounting for the workings of the subconscious mind. Maybe it had been too long since I’d had sex. I counted back and calculated the last time that I’d had sex was almost exactly six months ago. J.P. had come over to my apartment after his job, and we spent the night all tangled up in my single bed. He always complained I needed a bigger bed, but he was able to fall sleep anywhere, especially after having sex. In the morning, his cellphone rang and woke both of us up. It was his former hockey team in Switzerland; their starting goalie was out for the season, and they needed a new back-up. He was on a plane the next day, and we never even got a chance to say goodbye properly.
    Not that it mattered much; we weren’t in love or anything. J.P. was a lot of laughs, and