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My hands were shaking with trepidation as I opened the letter from my top college choice. Unfolding the letter inside and reading the first line, I screamed in disbelief. I had been accepted!
I would be attending Dad’s alma mater where he had been an All American hockey defenseman and Uncle Tim was the current coach. Little did I know that day how much of a role the connection to hockey would play in my life.
A few weeks into the first semester, Uncle Tim called me and asked that I stop by his office. He wanted to talk to me about the possibility of me working in his office a few hours a week.
The next day I walked into his office and introduced myself to his secretary.
“Oh, so you’re Jenn. I’m Donna Carter. Tim told me all about you,” she said. “But he failed to mention that you are the cutest little girl on campus,” referring to my petite body. “You don’t look old enough to even be in high school never mind college. Tim is in his office. Go on in,” she said pointing to his open door.
As I knocked on the door frame Uncle Tim called out, “Hey there, kiddo. Come on in. No need to knock. You’re family.”
Coming out from behind his desk he held his arms open and said, “Got a hug for your uncle?” Releasing me from the hug he directed me to one of the two small couches. “Take a seat,” he said pointing to one of the clutter covered couches.
“Umm, I would if there was a spot,” I said shuffling the piles of books and papers.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said sheepishly. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What does this mess have to do with me?” I asked.
“I need someone to help me stay organized. Donna has given up trying to keep up with this mess so if you're interested I’ll put you on the payroll as her assistant and you can put in a few hours in the afternoon helping her out.”
“I sure could use the money,” I repined.
“Great, I take that as a yes then. You can start on Monday. Work out your schedule with Donna. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Hi, Jenn. Am I ever glad to see you!” Donna greeted me as I walked into the office the following Monday. “I already have a project for you.”
Donna got me started on making copies and filling binders for the team when over the din of the copy machine I heard Donna say, “Hi, Brian. Coach is expecting you. Go on in.”
I looked up to see a tall, broad-shouldered figure who had obviously just come from a workout as evidenced by his sweat-soaked T-shirt and shorts. As he turned and walked towards the office he looked at me with the bluest eyes I had ever seen, smiled and said, “Hi.”
Mesmerized, I softly stammered, “Hi.”
As Brian disappeared into the office, I heard Donna say, “Earth to Jenn,” Smiling she commented, “He is a rather handsome young man. You’re not the first girl to have that same reaction.”
“Who is he?” I asked.
“His name is Brian O’Leary. He’s one of the captains,” Donna answered.
One of the pages I had copied was a team roster. Searching thru the pile I found the list. Scanning quickly, I saw his name: Brian O’Leary, Senior, Defenseman. Height 6 feet 1 inch, weight 215. Hometown: Fond du Lac, Wisconsin.
A short while later Brian came out of the office and waving to Donna said, “See you later, Mrs. Carter.
“Oh, Brian, hang on a minute, I want you to meet my new assistant,” Donna called out.
Waving me over to her desk Donna started to introduce us only to be cut off by Brian saying, “Oh, I know all about Jenn. Coach filled me in.”
Extending his hand, he said, “Hi, I’m Brian O’Leary.”
As we shook hands I asked, “Exactly what did he tell you about me?’
Smiling, he responded, “Just who you are and eh um err, stuff like that.”
Releasing my hand, he smiled saying, “Well, I have to go. See you around.”
As he walked away, I turned to Donna and asked, “Why do I have the feeling that Uncle Tim told him more than just who I am? What kind of stuff did he tell Brian?”
“Don’t know, Jenn. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”
A few weeks later as I was sitting in the campus coffee shop lost in a daydream over a cup of tea, I was awakened by a voice asking me, “Mind if I join you?” Looking up I saw that the voice belonged to Brian.
“Sure. I could use some company.”
Over the next forty-five minutes, Brian and I got to know each other. I was really amazed that a jock could carry on a conversation. It was really no surprise when he told me that his major was psychology with a minor in philosophy. Just from the way he analyzed what I said and probed into why I said what I did, it was obvious he thought about things on an entirely different level than any other boy I had known. He seemed like such a gentle, caring person.
“I’d like to continue our conversation, but I have to get to class. Maybe we can chat again sometime.”
“I’d like that,” I said feeling disappointed that he didn’t ask me for my phone number or email address.
I saw Brian just about every day after that at the rink. He always greeted me with a smile but in spite of my most aggressive flirting, he never seemed interested in me.
A week before the home opener Uncle Tim called me into his office. Handing me an envelope he said, “There’s tickets for the game next week in there for you and your mom and that brother of mine. Tell your parents that they are invited to the reception after the game. Oh, and you’re invited to the reception too.”
The night of the game I met Mom and Dad in the lobby of the rink. Dad found our seats in the first row in the corner.
“Easy telling Timmy picked out these seats specifically for me.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Because he knows how much I like seeing all the action in the corners. Brings back memories of my days on the ice.”
Less than a minute into the game I found out what Dad meant by “action in the corner” when Brian slammed a player from the other team into the boards. Was this the same gentle, soft-spoken Brian I had known all these weeks? I asked myself.
Late in the third period, Brian again mashed an opponent into the boards. As the referee positioned himself between Brian and the motionless body on the ice Brian looked up at me, smiled and winked.
“I think number 3 Is is flirting with you,” Mom said.
“No,” I replied, “But I wish he was.”
“Really?” Mom replied raising an eyebrow. “Well, do tell.”
“Not much to tell, Mom. He’s the sweetest, most intelligent boy I have ever met but doesn’t seem interested in me at all.”
After the game, we made our way to the season ticket holders’ reception. Mom, Dad and I were standing off to the side when Uncle Tim approached with Brian in tow. Standing next to Dad Uncle Tim said, “Mike, I want you to meet Brian O’Leary, Brian is the best defenseman I have ever coached and I’m sure that this year he is going to make All American.”
“Brian, meet Dr. Michael McCarthy, first-team All American defenseman 1979. This is his wife, believe it or not, Pat. I believe you know their daughter, Jennifer.”
Everyone shook hands and as the hockey banter began Mom turned to me and said, "I can see why you would like him to notice you. If I were twenty-five years younger, I would want to be noticed by him."
"Mom," I said sternly, "You're old enough to be his mother. You have a son younger than him."
"Jenn dear, just because I'm old doesn't mean I have to stop fantasizing."
After what seemed like hours of hockey stories I overheard Brian ask Uncle Tim, "Coach, can I have a word with you in private?"
"Sure, Brian," he said and they walked off to an empty corner of the room.
Uncle Tim returned to finish off his latest story, but Brian was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, I sensed someone standing next to me. As I turned, I found Brian looking rather nervous.
After a few awkward seconds, he finally spoke saying, "The guys and their girlfriends are going to Tony's for pizza after this. Would you like to come?"
Damn. I thought to myself. He finally asks me to go out and I can't go.
"I'd love to, but I have plans to go out with…"
Mom interrupted saying, "Honey, don't worry about us. You go with Brian. I'm sure that will be much more fun."
On the ride to Tony's my curiosity got the best of me. "Brian, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," he answered.
"The day we met in Uncle Tim's office you said Uncle Tim had told you all about me, but you didn't say exactly what he told you and then tonight you had to take him aside to talk to him. What gives?"
"You have to promise me that you will never tell Coach that I told you," he said rather sternly.
"Okay, I promise I won't tell."
"Well, that day in his office he told me that you were off limits and that I was responsible for enforcing the 'no Jenn contact' policy. Tonight I really wanted to ask you to come to Tony's but couldn't without risking his wrath so I asked his permission to ask you," Brian explained.
"And he gave his permission?"
"Well, he actually said that if it were anyone but me his answer would be no but he felt that I was safe. That I wouldn't, um, shall we say make any moves on you. He used much more graphic terms."
"He is so much like my father. Always scaring off my boyfriends."
The next few hours were a blur. The place was packed but the only person I could see was Brian. The only voice I could hear was Brian's.
Over the next few months, I created reasons to be near Brian.
We met several times for coffee and every time I came away feeling more in love with him. Although he seemed to enjoy our conversations, he never seemed interested in me as a woman.
The week before Thanksgiving Brian and I returned to Tony's. Sitting across from him I asked when he would be leaving for Thanksgiving.
Chuckling he said, "We don't get to go home. There are two games the following weekend and practices on Thursday and on Friday. I'll be having dinner with your uncle and the team."
"Wait," I said, "I'm confused, Uncle Tim is having dinner with us."
"What time is dinner?" Brian asked.
"Around 4," I answered.
"Well, there you go; the team has dinner at noon so he has plenty of time to get to your house."
"You won't get to see your family?" I asked.
"Nope," he responded.
"That's just not right. You should be with your family," I said. "Or at least with someone who loves you. You are going to have dinner with my family."
Brian looked at me, smiled and asked, "So your family loves me?"
I immediately knew that I had revealed my true feelings about him. Feelings that I wasn't sure he was ready to know about or, for that matter, that I was ready to reveal.
As we were walking to the car Brian took my hand. It was the first time he had attempted any physical contact with me. My heart started to race and I felt myself moisten in response to his touch. When we got to the car he let go of my hand, turned to face me, put his arms around me, looked into my eyes and softly asked, "May I kiss you?"
My inner self wanted to scream, Yes, yes, yes, kiss me. What have you been waiting for? Thankfully I was able to control my instinct and replied, "Yes, I'd like that."
Brian lowered his head and our lips met. We kissed softly at first but then with increasing passion. Feeling his tongue, I parted my lips. Our tongues met and began to dance. As they did, I felt him pull me closer. So close that I could feel a growing hardness press into me.
Pulling back slightly he looked at me and whispered, "Wow, that was really something."
With that, he turned and opened the car door.
On the drive to my dorm, my mind was racing. Should I invite him up to my room? I would so like to spend the night with him. To give him my virginity. When was my last period? Am I fertile tonight? Does he have a condom? Shit, I should have anticipated this and started some kind of birth control.
Brian held my hand as we walked to the dorm. As I searched for my ID to unlock the door Brian said, "Jenn, I really like being with you. I wish tonight didn't have to end."
"Me too," I said. "It doesn't necessarily have to end. My roommate isn't sleeping in our room tonight, so if you want to come up we will be alone."
"Jenn, don't take this the wrong way but I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet," he said softly. "I am very attracted to you, though."
"I understand," I said.
We shared another passionate kiss before he turned and walked to his car.
A short while later as I lay alone in bed, my mind kept replaying Brian's kiss and the feel of his erection pressing against me. I began to feel wetness. Instinctively my hand slipped into the waistband of my panties. My fingers made their way to my vulva, spreading my labia, exposing my clit.
In my mind, the fingers massaging my clit, fucking my pussy and stroking my G-spot were Brian's.
It didn't take long for my orgasm to start to build. My hips thrust against my fingers while I imagined they were Brian's penis.
As my orgasm spread over me my fingers felt contractions: contractions that I wished were milking Brian, causing him to empty his balls into me.
To be continued…
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