I knew it was wrong. I knew it was terribly tacky and low class. But it was just so much fun to tease and torment the local college hockey team. I started attending their games one winter when I was bored and looking for something to do. The professional team in town was getting all the attention but I was sick of their mediocre performance against other mediocre teams.
The college games were so poorly attended that I was able to purchase a seat right on the glass just before game time. Throughout the warm up session, I noticed the visiting team stopping frequently to glance at me. One player even positioned his buddy in front of me so he could pretend to have a conversation with him while staring at my boobs. I winked at him and let him stare. I'm very proud of my 36DDs and like to wear snug sweaters over them. After the first period, the home team had noticed me. I caught all sorts of sly glances. It was so much fun that I went back the next night to see if it had all been a fluke. They stared just as much. I loved the attention and made their games a regular event on my schedule.
After the first couple of games, I grew more brazen. I knew I had their attention and they were becoming more blatant with the staring. I can only imagine what their coach thought of me! I started taking Blow-pops with me and sucking suggestively on them during warm-up. A couple of defensemen actually missed a drill as I licked the candy. I giggled and toyed with my necklace, drawing attention to my cleavage.
There was one player in particular who seemed to always be watching me. I'd even caught him looking from the bench during a game. His name was Rick and he was an athletic god. I kept hoping he would sit out of one game so I would be able to talk to him but it never happened. He never missed a game! It was so frustrating. Not that I wanted him to be injured or suspended but there was no way I could get him a note without looking like a creepy stalker. I always left as soon as the game ended and I went to a different school. It didn't seem like there was any hope of ever getting together with him.
The season drew close to an end and I realized that Rick was going to graduate soon. I picked up my flirting at the last regular season game. Rick skated by and took up a position near me. I traced my upper lip with the tip of my tongue. He winked at me and mouthed the word "later." I grinned back, my heart racing. As I left the game that night, I wondered what he had meant by that. No one had approached me at the game so I had gone home like I always did. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the couch with a beer to watch Sport Center.
About an hour later, I heard a knock on my door. I peeked through the peephole and saw Rick there. I opened the door, completely forgetting I was only wearing a tanktop and flannel boxers. Rick had showered and shaved after the game. He looked fantastic in the snug jeans he wore.
"Uh, great game tonight," I stammered.
"Thanks," he said. "I seem to play better when I have a little inspiration from my favorite fan." I opened the door wider and he stepped inside.
"I didn't think you knew where to find me," I said, nervously playing with my ponytail. He looked around the living room for a minute, keeping me hanging.
"I had a buddy follow you home one night," he finally admitted. He reached into the bucket of candy on my coffee table and pulled out a lollipop. "These are not nice, Kati," he scolded playfully.
