I have to be honest, when I was in high school, I never got laid. I couldn't explain it. My buddies always were the one's at the parties, slipping off to the bedrooms with their girlfriends or some chicks they picked up. But not me. I was the guy that all guys hate to be...I was the "friend". I was the guy that all the girls could talk to about anything without having to feel like I was going to attack them. I was good at listening. Now, I didn't mind the attention from these ladies, but at the end of the day I needed some relief and without a woman there was only one way to take care of it, and I usually did.
But then a strange thing happened. I graduated from high school and went to college and the situation got better. I wasn't a stud by any means, but I would get my fair share of pussy.
My college graduation came along and I landed a job at a radio station back in my hometown. You may have read some of my stories before, so you know I've had some very interesting experiences and I'm just 33. I can't explain whether it's the celebrity status that comes with being on the radio or what it is, but woman seem to love radio announcers. Granted you do get your share of nut-jobs who are the stalking type, but a lot of times you meet some awesome looking woman who wants nothing more than to fuck the local morning jock. And I'm happy to oblige in most cases. Lets just say I've been making up for high school in a big way.
My latest encounter worth writing about happened one Friday night. I was invited to drop the puck at the opening ceremonies of the local Junior Hockey Team's Playoffs. It was game one. My job was simple, get introduced, walk out to Centre ice, drop the puck and shake hands with the captains. Nothing to it. I completed my task and found my way back to the stands and to my seat where a couple other jocks from the station were waiting.
After the first period we decided to head up to the lounge and grab a beer and shoot the shit with some of the locals. I sat down at one of the tables while the guys waited in line to get the drinks. Since there was no smoking in the arena itself, this is where most of the smokers hung-out, and the room was thick with the second hand cancer.
Glancing around the room I noticed a table with about six young girls sitting around. At the time I remember thinking how young they looked, but also how hot some of them were as well. I noticed one in particular who was looking back at me rather intently. I flashed her a smile and she returned the silent greeting. I couldn't help but notice that her winter jacket was open to reveal a semi low cut sweater that gave me a lovely view of her cleavage. I was impressed by what I saw.
The flirting and eye contact continued for another 30 seconds until I felt a cold bottle of beer on the back of my neck. It startled me and I let out a little yelp. They boys had finally returned with my barley sandwich. We sat and drank and shot the shit for about 10 minutes before we headed back out to the ice for the second period. Throughout our conversation I had kept glancing over at this sweet young beauty. She had long, straight dark hair, beautiful smile, chubby cheeks and of course a nice set of tits.
After about 40 minutes of sitting in the rink, the second period came to an end and once again we were off to the lounge for beers. I gave the boys some money to buy the next round and headed for the washroom. As I was coming back out that young beauty was standing right in front of me. If I hadn't noticed her I would have knocked her on her ass. I said hi and asked her if she was enjoying the game. She made a comment that she could think of better things to be doing, and of course my mind didn't take long to form an image. I introduced myself and she said she knew who I was. "It's really nice to meet you and be able to put a face with that voice," she added. "Do you enjoy what you hear?", I asked her as she started to go through the door to the ladies room. "I like what I see better," she replied as the door closed behind her.
I didn't know what to make of the comment. It could have meant she was interested in getting it on or it could have been just a young girl trying to mess with another guys mind. I went back to the table and sat down with the boys to drink my beer. I watched for her to come out of the bathroom, but she didn't come out. Fifteen minutes passed and still no sign of her. The guys decided that they had seen enough hockey for the night and were going over to one of the bars for more drinks. I told them I was going to stick around for awhile to see the end of the game but I'd try to catch up with them later.
I continued to sit there by myself sipping my beer when I finally saw her coming from the bathroom. She walked up to me and I told her I was about to send out a search party for her. She laughed and asked to sit down with me. I pulled out a chair and she took a seat facing me. "You know my name but I'm afraid you haven't told me yours", I said. "I'm Myra", she replied. We continued to make small talk for about 10 minutes and she told me she was 18 and was out with her friends watching the game because 4 of the girls she was with were dating guys on the team.