"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."
She clings to the blanket, holding it over her chest while she adjusts the straps on her tank top. "Then why are you here? What do you want?!"
"I just want your help with something," I say, sitting beside her on the bed.
She sighs. "Elias, I'm tired. Whatever it is, just text it to me. I'll do it tomorrow. Please?"
"It can't be tomorrow. It has to be right now."
"Elias…" she whines. "Why?"
"Because…you were right about me, okay? Do you know how to skate?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"What? Yeah, I can skate, but—"
"You were right about me and my shoulder. I want to try to play. I want you to go with me."
"Why me? I'm not a hockey player—ask Dax."
"Because it's fucking embarrassing, and it has to be you, okay? Because you agreed to this, and I need you to do this for me."
Saige sighs. "All right—fine. Get out so I can change."
"No problem."
I leave her room, closing the door behind me, and head into the bathroom. I don't have much time, but still, I pull out my rock hard dick, lean over the sink, and pump it in my hand. Closing my eyes, I imagine I'd just pulled those shorts down and fucked her over that pillow in her room with her tits spilling over her top. I turn on the water so she doesn't hear me groaning while I stroke every painfully hard inch.
I need to fuck her before I beat my dick raw.
Cum erupts from the tip and into the sink, dripping down my fist until it finally stops pulsing. I clean myself up and leave the bathroom. Saige waits in the kitchen with her arms crossed in front of her, and she looks like she knows exactly what I was doing.
I don't give a fuck. I didn't come on her towels or her toothbrush, and I really wanted to. She should be grateful for that.
"Ready to go?"
"I don't have skates here," she says.
"The rec center has automated rentals for skates and gear. You just need your student ID. And if you don't have your student ID, I'll use mine."
"Great…"
Her tone drips with sarcasm, but I don't care—not this time.
She follows me out to the car, and I drive to the rec center—to the same rink where I'd threatened her before. I scan my card and nod to the security guard on the way in, and gear up while Saige finds some skates in her size.
"I'm going to look fucking ridiculous," she complains while she gets the helmet and pads on. "This is heavy as hell; I'm going to fall down."
I chuckle a little. "You're going to be fine."
No one is here—exactly as I'd hoped. I take a deep breath and glide out onto the ice. I have to admit—it feels right. It even smells right, and ice doesn't smell—at least I didn't think so before now. I do a few quick laps around the rink while waiting for Saige.
When she stumbles through the gate, I can't stop myself from laughing. Even in the smallest sized pads available, she's still drowning in them.
She rolls her eyes. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Play goalie," I tell her.
"Okay. I get it now."
