Jamie smiled at me and leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and sweet. He looked up at the clock behind me.
“It’s 7:16. The guys will be here soon. We better get straightened up.” Jamie rose to his feet and I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Wait,” I said grabbing his hands. “They won’t be here for another fifteen minutes at least. Let me repay the favor.” I reached for the button of his jeans and opened it swiftly. The zipper came down as I pulled at the waist and dragged them to his ankles. He didn’t bother stepping out of them. He stood with his hands at his sides, looking down at me. I pulled his boxers down carefully, making sure not to hurt his manhood, which was huge and rock hard. I took his beautiful cock in my hand and began stroking it gently. I was amazed at his size. My middle finger and thumb barely touched one another when wrapped around it. And it was long. Much longer than Alex’s. Tentatively I extended my tongue to head of his cock. A small drop of precum had formed at the tip and I licked it off. It had a salty-sweet taste to it. I licked around the entire head, coating it in my saliva. I could barely fit the head into my mouth but as I relaxed, I found I could move up and down slightly, sucking on him hard. I reached to his balls and cupped them in my hand, as Alex had taught me how to do. I massaged them with care, sucking on his cock as best I could. It wasn’t long before his hands were tangled in my hair and he was slowly pumping back against my mouth. I had gotten about half of him in my mouth before it touched the back of my throat. I backed off a little bit but continued to suck. His mouth stood agape and he let his eyes close and his head roll back.
“I’m gonna cum, Brandee,” he said. He tried to pull back out of my mouth, not sure if I could handle it. I grabbed the base of his cock and latched my lips onto the tip, sucking hard. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly. I moaned against him and began stroking him hard with one hand and sucking on him with my mouth. My other hand was still between his legs, applying a slight pressure to his balls. “Oh – God!!” he managed to get out as he spurted his hot jizz into the back of my throat. I pushed a little more on his balls and he let out a loud moan. His body convulsed slightly as the last stream of semen shot into my throat. It dribbled down the corners of my mouth but I managed to swallow almost all of it. As I got the remaining cum that had dripped down my chin, I leaned in and licked Jamie clean. He pulled me up to him and kissed me, some cum still in my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind. I turned to look at the clock. It was 7:29. I pulled my thong onto my still wet pussy and put my pants on as well. I donned my shoes and watched as Jamie finished getting dressed. After he was done he sat down beside me and took my hands in his.
“I’m really sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean for all of this to happen. I figured that I would take you to the rink early, we’d skate around a little before practice and hopefully I’d get a repeat of last night. I guess I was thinking with the wrong head just now. I mean, you’re new and everything. I didn’t want to push you into anything, you know? So, if I did, I want to apologize.” I smiled at him and looked down for a moment.
“I was a willing participant of everything that just happened,” I told him looking back up. “These last couple of days have been really crazy but sometimes craziness can be good. Like now. I think you’re a really great person, Jamie.” He looked at me a little easier, the guilt gone from his face. He kissed me softly.
“I think you’re a great person too,” he said. I squeezed his hands and stood up.
“7:32.”
“Guys’ll be here in few minutes. Let me show you where the water bottles are.” I followed Jamie out of the First Aid room and down to the far end of the rink. In a brown pantry-like box were all of the water bottles and pucks. “All you need are twelve water bottles and a bag of pucks,” he explained. He grabbed the bag of pucks and I grabbed two water bottle holders with six bottles in each. “Then you just fill them up, put them on the bench and put the pucks out in stacks. Not hard. I’ll help you if you want.”
“I’d like that,” I told him. We walked to the snack bar and Jamie unlocked the door to get back to the kitchen. We each stood at a sink and filled six water bottles in silence.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked out of the blue.
“Sure,” I said. “Fire away.”
“Do you and Alex have something going on? Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to take it any further.” I froze.
How do I answer tactfully
? I wondered to myself.
“Well, I thought we did, but I was wrong,” I answered honestly. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. But there isn’t anything going on between us now. It’s kind of like an awkward acquaintance,” I laughed.
“I just wanted to know,” he said calmly, finishing up on his water bottles. “I kinda like you, you know? You’re a pretty cool girl.” I blushed as I screwed on the last cap.
“Thank you,” I said meekly, unsure of what else to say. “I think you’re a really cool guy.” He grabbed his water bottles and the bag of pucks.
“We’ll drop this stuff off at the bench and then I have to go get dressed,” he told me, changing the subject easily. “Only about twenty minutes left.”
We finished setting up the water bottles and the pucks when the first person arrived. It was Tom.
“Brandee! What are you doing here?” he asked with a smile.
“I’m your new manager,” I told him, smiling back.
“It’s about time we got a good manager,” Tom said, his rainy blue eyes shining. “I’ll see you in a few,” he said. “I’ve got to go get dressed.”
“I second that,” said Jamie ruefully. “I’ll be out in ten or fifteen minutes.” He gave me a peck on the cheek after Tom had gone into the locker room. “See you in a few.”
Less than a minute later, three guys came in at once. I had never seen them before but they all looked similar, two of them in particular.
“Hey,” said the shorter one, greeting me. “Are you the new manager that Jamie was talking about?”
“Yeah,” I said extending my hand. “I’m Brandee.” The shorter one took it gingerly and shook it like a gentleman.
“I’m Tyler,” he said.
“I’m Brent,” said another, “and this is my twin brother Carson.” I shook both of their hands.
They were all brothers. Tyler was a sophomore and the twins were juniors. After them a group of guys came in, seemingly all at once. Of them I knew Aaron, Adam and Jake. I was introduced into a slew of others ranging from freshmen to even more seniors. In total, 23 guys came in. The last person in, with ten minutes until practice, was Alex.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he passed the bench.
“I’m the new manager,” I explained.