‘Everything. I’ve kissed people, but I can’t even do that without bumping noses, and they always want to touch me, and I’ve read books and wat...hed some films on the internet, but those were so gross, and I guess they’re faked mostly, like everything on TV is.’ She looked at her hands again. ‘I’ve tried and tried, but I just don’t understand.’ ‘Hell, girl, that kinda stuff, it’s like playing the piano.’ She didn’t understand that either. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean, you can study music theory. ‘Oh god, I died and went to heaven!’ Becky said while inhailing deeply. ‘That sounds incredible. I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me Dave’ Becky said while shaking her head. ‘I see you have wine already, just as well because I brought a red.’ ‘Maybe we’ll need it if the food is bad’ I suggested. ‘Would you care for a cocktail before dinner, my dear?’ I asked while reaching for the bottle of Bombay Sapphire and tonic water. Becky looked over at the bottle and arched her. I took my feelings out on the pucks and Patrick after the usual stretch and warm-up skate. It felt good to take out my anger on inanimate objects as my teammates wouldn't appreciate it if I took it out on them.The team straggled onto the ice and I stopped shooting while they skated and warmed up. Eventually the coaches got the practice going and tailored our offence and defensive schemes to Michigan Tech's game, our opponent on Saturday afternoon. They were a fast smaller team, so we would dump. As I kiss and stroke her thighs I hear her low moans and she shifts, opening her thighs a little. I gently tease them further apart, mind intent on the prize but patient for her to reveal it at her own pace. I hold my breath as she opens to me, her private parts so like rose petals, soft and fragrant. My fingers stoke her outer lips, and feel the slickness already gathering there, inviting me to probe gently deeper, slipping easily inside. I let my breath out in a long sigh, directing it over.