Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Shana didn’t bother to cover her face or feign quiet.  She just laughed out loud right in my face.  “You lasted what, a whole week?  Oh man, Skinner must have something serious going on in the bedroom department....”

“SHUT UP!” I whispered so loudly I could have yelled it.  People were turning their heads, hopefully not at the mention of Jeff’s name.  Or bedroom.  Shana waved me off.

“Jeeeeeeez, for someone getting laid so much you’re awfully tense.”

“I just...,” I looked down at my sandwich.  “I don’t want to lose my internship.  I really like it there!”

I hadn’t told anyone but I hoped to pursue a job with the Canes after graduation.  That was more than six months away and just a pipe dream at this point - one that could easily be washed away.  

“They’re not gonna fire Skinner’s girlfriend.  They could just send your work to the women’s prison.  I think they have computers in jail,” she deadpanned before cracking a smile.  “Think how popular he’d be on visiting day.”

I threw a potato chip at her.  “He wants to tell his teammates.  He already told Eric.”

“Of course he knew, Tori.  Jeff can’t keep a secret - blushes so much he looks like Elmo.”  She brought her hand to her mouth and bit her fist.  “You think Skinns really learned all this toe-curling action from you?  Sorry, Dumbledore.  You’ve probably been getting the patented Staal treatment all along.”  

A very inappropriate image of a very married father popped into my head, and I blushed too.  It was pretty impossible not to when talking about Eric.  Or seeing him, or thinking about him at all.  “I, uh...,” I squelched back a giggle even saying this out loud.  “I told Jeff if he was going to tell Eric, then bring back something useful.  Like something he could teach me.”

Shana tipped her head back and growled like a hungry lioness.

“Tori said I could tell you.”  

I may have jogged from the car to the locker room, or at least walked really fast.  Eric was right where I expected and nothing could stop me from announcing the good news.

“You already told me,” he pointed out.

“But now we’re dating.”  I said more quietly.  “She’s my girlfriend.”

Eric’s eyebrows went up like he was impressed.  Then he glanced at the space between us, which I’d closed by leaning in to keep this secret.  It registered with me just a second too late.

“Hey guys, Skinner’s got a girlfriend!” he shouted.

“Oh my God, you....”  My curse was lost in a hail of catcalls and whistles, flying pieces of equipment and someone giving me a noogie.  It was like the first day of camp when Coach reminded everyone I’d won the Calder Trophy.  They were so proud I should have been insulted.

“Finally gonna get someone out of her prom dress?” Cam said, ruffling my hair.

“Careful rounding second base, Skinns,” La Rose said letting me out of the headlock.  “You’re gonna need those hands on the ice.”

In one of those moments where all noise falls suddenly silent at the most inopportune time, Anthony Stewart stood up from his seat and asked, “Who is it?”

Everyone was looking at me.  I was beyond blushing, past Hurricane red.  My heart pounded.  It was my secret but not for my reason, something I wanted to celebrate and shout from the roof.  Still I had to respect her job and....

Oops, too slow.

“Tori,” Zac said, voice calling from the back of the room.  For some reason the guys all turned to face at him.  My road roommate just looked at me and shrugged.  

“You talk in your sleep, bro.”

The moment of quiet was shattered by an ear-splitting wolf whistle that was quickly drowned out with shouting.  Cam even did a goal scoring dance - extra special since he’d never scored a goal in his life.  I got more hugs and slaps than a shootout game winner, nearly buried under a dogpile of flying bodies and fear.  When finally the crush relaxed, Eric still had his arm around my shoulders.

“Relax,” he said, steering me out of the locker room.  “Tell everyone now and by graduation it’s old news.  They’ll hire her and know exactly what they’re getting.  Now, let’s talk.”

Five minutes later I was facing the wall while Eric went more detail than a phone sex operator.  I couldn’t look at him, could hardly breathe for fear I’d burst out laughing. I hadn’t been so fidgety since middle school health class.

“She comes, right?  I mean, you know how to make her...?”

“Yes,” I groaned.  Dear God, let me die.

“Well is she a toucher or a rubber?”

“A what?!”

He rolled his eyes at my naivete.  “Does she like to touch herself to get off, or does she rub up against you more?”

“She going to like killing me for discussing this,” I muttered.  “But she touches herself.”

He gave me a brotherly punch to the ribs.  “Okay, here’s what you want to do....”

Reading was futile.  The letters wouldn’t line up in front of my eyes, words transposed themselves and I had attempted the same line of text at least eight times.  I doubted my management text book as really talking about a puppy buying a top hat.  But I sat there and stared dutifully at the page until my phone rang, making me flinch.

“Hi,” Jeff said.  

“Hi.”  I admit I got a little frisky with the couch while saying it.

“Whatcha doing?”

Trying not to faint.  “Nothing.”

“Can I come over?”

Hell to the fucking yes.  “You can.”

Knock knock.

I screamed, short and sharp, then skidded across the floor and ran for the door.  Jeff must have been pushing because it came open when it was only halfway unlocked.  His hand took it all the way open till it slammed against the wall.  Jeff wore jeans, a winter coat open over a stretchy white t-shirt and his hair still wet from the shower.

“Your neighbor let me in downstairs,” he said, holding the knob like it was holding him up.  

A sweat was breaking out on my forehead.  My jeans and long-sleeved top suddenly felt like a snowsuit.  I tugged at the neck that threatened to choke me.  Jeff let go of the door only when I’d given him something else to hold on to.  His fingers curled into the collar of my shirt, fingers brushing the skin and fabric pulling tight.  I thought he might rip it off me; the thought made me breathless.  Instead he just stepped into my space.

“Bed.  Now.”

We ran.  Jeff caught me just inside the room.  I expected him to tackle me onto the wide flat mattress, already felt his weight crushing me beneath his perfect body.  Instead one strong arm snatched me back to standing.  The other pushed right into the front of my pants.

“Oh wow,” I said.  He was already slipping past the cusp with steady, sure hands.

“Mmmm, you’ve been thinking about me.”  He dragged a single fingertip through the slick cleft in my body.  His bicep was flexed to full, squeezing me tight.

“Who are you and what have you done with Jeff Skinner?” I laughed.  My hormones were going crazy.  I wanted him and I wanted whatever game he was playing and most of all I wanted his fingers to finish what they were starting.  

Jeff drew his lips up my neck, matching the motion of his hand as it teased me out.  “I could get used to knowing what I’m doing.”

“Me too,” I said.
He certainly knew what he wanted.  Popping open the button on my jeans, he shoved them down my thighs before pulling my shirt off over my head.  Jeff stayed behind me, lifting and cupping my breasts, grinding himself against my backside.  When he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties I whimpered.

“Get on your knees,” he said softly into my ear.

“Get over here and let me have you,” I hissed, trying to turn around.  But Jeff’s hands were hard on my shoulders.

“You asked for this, Tori.”

My legs were trapped together by my half-down jeans.  He guided me to my knees, then leaned over and pulled my arms up till they were over my head, stretched out on the bed.  Only then did he move down behind me.  I lay my chest out across the blanket and let my ass hang there, equal parts daring and begging him to take me.  But before his zipper even opened, his mouth was on my skin.

“Ohmygod,” I gasped.  Jeff had me bent over the corner, his hands spreading the back of my thighs and touched his tongue to my aching slit.  The tip slipped just between my folds, barely enough pressure to part my skin and send a shower of sparks through my lower body.  Then he did it again, harder.  Much harder.  He full-on kissed me like he meant it and let his tongue do the talking.

“Mother of....”  I twisted fists of comforter as Jeff moved his hands over my ass, griping and spreading his way deep inside me with nothing more than his mouth.  Then he pumped two fingers in.  I tried to buck on his hand, but Jeff pushed my hips forward until my clit rubbed against the corner of the bed.

The moan surprised even me.  It surely startled my neighbors.  I felt like oil splashing into a hot pan: instantly searing, bubbling, popping.  The soft fabric of the blanket was like sandpaper against my hyper-sensitive skin.  Instantly I brought a hand down to touch myself, to compliment what he was doing with a little work of my own.  I’d come in seconds, and do it screaming.  But Jeff caught my arm and held it fast across my back.  Then he forced my hips forward again.  I rolled hard against the edge.  It was in the right place, and rigid enough, but I wanted to come that fucking second and nothing but my hand worked that fast.

Exactly what he’s after, I realized as his tongue dove back into my honeypot.  Between his mouth and the mattress I was shaking.

Tori was coming apart and I was right behind her.  Forcing myself not to rip her front door off the hinges had been tough enough, but finding her soft and wet, like she’d been thinking about what I might do to her... I lapped another taste of sweetness from her peach, heard her breath catch, reminded myself to push hard when I forced her down against the side of the bed.  Eric’s technique was clearly working - almost too well.

I let go of Tori’s arm, trusting that she wouldn’t try to help herself again, and had my own pants open in a flash.  Our position had stretched my jeans tight across the lap and my raging hard-on was trying to beat itself free.  I growled at the clench of my own fist and squeezed even harder.

“Baby, oh God,” she moaned.  I wanted to touch her clit as badly as she did, to make her scream out loud, to taste that kind  of victory.  But Eric had been very specific - no cheating.  Tori would come in a whole new way and I’d be the one who gave it to her.

But my body couldn’t wait.  Thirty seconds of flicking my wrist; I pulled the side of my pants up and drained a hot load right against the fabric.  It was rough and harsh, nothing like the swollen softness passing beneath my lips.  But I’d get there soon enough, and be ready again even sooner.  I growled as my body betrayed me and doubled my efforts on Tori.  She went so hard against the bed her knees lifted off the floor.  She cried out.

“What was that?” I asked teasingly.


I pushed again and held her there, rocking my weight to push and drag her against that corner.  Tori cursed in a husky voice that broke off in mid-sentence.


My lips met her body at just the moment to push my tongue along her slit and open the gates.  She buried a scream in the blanket and came hard: spilling hot and sweet, hissing as my mouth followed.  Tori’s back arched and brought her clit down against the bed again.

“Fuuuuuck,” she breathed, riding out the last of it.  I’d lapped and licked and finally kissed her secret place as she fell still.  Her hair was everywhere and her arms flung uselessly overhead like a dead body.

“I can’t... believe... you did that.”  She rolled her head till one eye peeked between the dark blond strands.  I hauled myself up next to her and quickly send my shirt and pants.  Her eyes tracked down my body to the wet stain on my shorts.  “I guess you liked it too.”

I turned my face away, fighting the urge to blush.  It wasn’t embarrassing.  She was so hot and ripe that she’d made me come without doing anything other than giving herself up.   It was the most incredible thing I’d ever done.  Nothing about my trademark awkwardness applied to what had just happened.  The heat receded from my face, though I was still grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“I definitely liked it,” I pulled her up till she was laying flat, naked, next to me.  My hands traced the scene of the crime, her sticky inner thighs marked with tracks from my fingertips.  She parted her legs to give me more access.  

She wants this so much.  She wants me.

My cock twitched immediately.  We were far from done.  Eric had given me so many ideas and already put a win on the board.  I’d make it a best-of-seven series and see if either Tori or myself could still walk at the end of the first round.  I already knew I’d be the winner.  She rolled easily as I turned her onto her back and climbed on top.  Tori eached up for me.

“I had no idea you’d be such a good student.”

I kissed her softly, the taste of her mouth mingling with the taste of her body.  I really hoped that box of condoms was within arm’s reach.

“I still need practice.  Then there are quizzes and tests...,” I punctuated my list with kisses.  

“There is a lot to learn.”  Her hands were moving south.  My eyes rolled back as her fingers found their mark.  I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

“I might even have to pull an all-nighter.”


Author’s Note: You guys are the absolute best.  I apologize it took so long to cap off this story - life just got in the way!  Thanks for sticking around til the end and I’ll have a new story coming up soon.  Love, always! Juliet


  1. This story demands an epilogue!!

  2. ^I agree!

    I'll miss this story, but I can't wait to read your next story!

  3. Thanks for another fantastic story! You even got me on board with this, when I wasn't sure about Skins at first!! Who's up next? Can we please have a little hint, something to whet the appetite?

  4. Hey there, nice story.
    Just didn't understand the part where it says, "they were so proud I should have been insulted." Were his teammates making fun of him or embarrasing him, or something?

    Mia xoxox

    1. Yeah, making fun of him. As in, they were acting so surprised he could possibly have won it.