Co-ed Hockey: 2 Minutes For Misconduct
I live in Canada, and like most Canadian males I love hockey. I like to watch it, talk about it, but most of all, I love to play it. I'm no professional, in fact, I'm more of an armchair athelete than anything, but to me nothing beats the rush I get when I'm gliding full speed on a sheet of ice. That's why when I heard, from a friend, about a pick-up game, I jumped at the chance to join in the fun. I just had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Having to work late, I arrived a little later than most of the other guys. When I got there the men's locker room was pretty full, with literally no place to sit and get ready. Being the resourceful guy I was, I decided to try and use the ladies locker room down the hall, which should have been empty. Key word 'should'. I went to turn the door knob and found that the door was unlocked, so I walked in and to my surprise stood two ladies, each beautiful in their own way. My face went about as red as a ripe tomato. "Uhhh.....sorry ladies I thought this room was empty." I stuttered. "I'll go squeeze in with the rest of the guys."
"Wait," I heard from one of them. "We don't mind sharing our space with you." These surprising words came from a beautiful young lady with golden blonde hair. She didn't look like the typical woman hockey player, she stood about 5'2" with a slim build she had very nice curves. I could tell that she took great care of her body. "My name is Cheri, with a 'C'." She said as she reached her hand out for a handshake.
I shook her hand and introduced myself to her and the other girl. Her name was Sarah, and she looked a little more like a woman hockey player. She was taller, with more of a sturdy build to her. She was not unattractive, but she certainly didn't have the 'hour-glass' figure that Cheri possesed.
"You can stay, but keep your hands and your eyes to yourself." Sarah said. I could sense from the tone of her voice that she didn't completely agree with Cheri inviting me to change with them. Because I arrived late, they were pretty much in full gear and I had the room to myself for the most part when I was getting ready.
On the ice, because there were only two ladies, they got to pick the teams. Sarah picked first, and somehow I knew I wasn't going to be selected by her. She seemed annoyed with me and with the whole locker room situation. When Cheri was up to make her first pick, her eyes immediately drew to me. Once the rest of the teams were picked, the game started. As in most hockey games the pace was quick, and to my surprise Cheri kept up to most guys fairly well. Sarah was very good as well, and I later learned that Sarah and Cheri were teammates on the local ladies hockey team. The best part was when the game was ended by a game winning goal that I scored after receiving a pass from Cheri. Sarah was noticeably upset as she was very competitive.
We headed back to the locker room, and started to get out of our hockey gear. I tried not to look at the girls, but somewhat instinctively, my eyes kept glancing up to see if I could sneak a peek at some exposed flesh. I noticed that Sarah was very shy, and she got out of her hockey gear and into her street clothes very quickly. "See you tomorrow at practice" Sarah said to Cheri.
"You're not going to shower?" asked Cheri.
"Not with him here." Sarah replied, referring to me. "I'm heading straight home anyways, and I'll shower there before going to bed."
"Alright, but I have no choice, I have to shower here so I'm not late for my date." Cheri said. "I don't have time to drive all the way home, especially since home is on the other side of town, and I'm meeting the my date at the bar just down the street from this arena."
"Suit yourself," Sarah said. "Just don't stay out too late, remember we have an early morning practice."
"Ya ya ya, what are you my mother?" Cheri said sarcastically. "See you tomorrow." As Sarah was leaving I was getting ready to jump in the shower myself. I had everything off, except my boxers as I headed to the community shower. Once in the shower I removed my boxers and tossed them on the outside of the shower. To start the water was warm, and it felt nice on my aching muscles. I stood there for what seemed like an hour, just letting the jet streams massage my muscles and soothe and relax my body still coming down off of the adreniline rush.