More Than Just A Game

Luke Bloodoff skated up the boards. Cradling the puck on his stick, he looked up. His girlfriend, Taylor Rogers, stood before him, skating backwards. He looked to his left and saw his teammate, Andrew Carrick, skating up the middle of the ice, with his neighbor, Vladislav Agarfield, covering him.

He saw an opening in between the two of them, and faked a bank shot off the wall, fooling his girlfriend. As she tried to pin him on the boards, he made his way around her and skated with all his speed to the net. He faked a shot, went backhand, forehand, and shot.

Boy, he loved the sport of hockey, whether it was the team spirit the sport always gave, the adrenaline rush it offered, the sound of skate blades digging into the ice. Nothing compared to hockey. Right now, Luke was into a good game of shinny with his mates.

Luke raised his hands in triumph and they stopped. Evan James lifted his goalie cage up, and turned around to get a sip from his Gatorade bottle.

Taylor skated over to him. "We are not first round picks like you." She said, giving him a playful shove. That was right, drafted 3rd overall by the Erie Otters in the Ontario Hockey League Bantam draft. At 18, this was his year to get noticed by NHL scouts. It was one of his free days, his only free days, no tests, practices, or dates, though really, this could be considered one.

His best friend, Duncan Roloff, skated over. He'd known Duncan since grade 5. It was the same year he'd met Taylor, who'd moved from Winnipeg in Canada. He'd come from Ontario. They'd fallen in love almost 3 years later, and had been the perfect couple ever since.

"I know conflicts help strengthen a relationship but we have a real conflict here." He said. "LUKE YOU'RE TOO GOOD!" He cried.

All of his other friends who were playing were either on he high school team, or Andrew, who was on the London Knights of the Ontario Hockey League.

Among the rest of his friends who were playing were Tammy Sundstrom, Jonah Smith, William Gao, Rowland Eagles, and Eric Bell-Samuelsson.

Kiera Denison, Laddy's girlfriend, Kara Ashman, Duncan's girlfriend, Joy Grant, Evan's girlfriend and Maeve Green were all watching, but probably not actually watching. Luke skated away and took the puck of the net. Everyone knew not to get in Luke's way during a hockey game. His size and skill made him an intimidating foe.

He skated down the ice and wound up for a slap shot on his goalie, Rowland. He could see the fear in Rowland's eyes as he released. As usual, Rowland dove out of the way.

Luke smiled. "When will the Eagle learn how to catch?" He asked. "Never!" Yelled Rowland.

Jonah skated up to him. Like Luke, he was tall, but a lot taller than him. He was a big physical defenceman, the minute crunching kind that usually played second pairing. He was quite the opposite of Ladislav, who was small and relied mainly on his skill.

"How are things with Taylor?" He asked.

"Not bad, who about Tammy?" Asked Luke.

"She asked me to bed yesterday." He said. Interesting.

"What did you say?" Asked Luke. "I said sure, but let's still be virgins by the end of the night, so we just slept together." He said.

"I sleep with Taylor naked every night, and we're still virgins." Luke said.

Jonah smiled. "Oh Luke... what can I say?" He said, laughing as he skated away.

He fed Andrew the puck.

The game was back on. Andrew passed to Duncan, who gave it to Tammy.

Luke skated as fast as his legs would let him into the zone and recurve a pass from Tammy. He brought the buck behind him and Eric challenged him. He brought it forward and toedragged around him. He rifled a shot top corner and Evan didn't even react, it was that fast. Evan pulled his mask off.

"Luke, you're too good." He said.

"Thank you." Said Luke, dabbing. Taylor called out. "My house, Jets at Kings, now." She said. "Ehhhhhhhh..." Said everybody. They said that whenever one of the Canadians invited people over to watch hockey.

"That's getting old, guys." Said Luke's amazing girlfriend. Luke had long blonde hair, which he had long in what everyone called 'the flow'. He shaved, but not too much as his facial hair was in a stubble. His blue eyes scanned the ice for the puck. It was his, and he needed it back. He saw though, that Taylor had picked it up and was tossing it at him. He caught it and thanked her. Taylor had long blonde, blonde hair that was so blonde, it almost looked white. She had blue eyes, held lots of state records for sprinting, and had Luke's heart. It was mostly because they had a similar personality, which she took 'offensive'.

The one thing other guys seemed to notice about her was she had boobs. He didn't care about those things, he just wanted a lovable girl who loved him back. Though he had to admit that she was hot, he didn't look for those kind of things. Mind over body.

She was beautiful, too. Her facial features and that smile always warmed his heart.

So, now it is time. Who's erotic adventures would you like to read about?