88 degrees : Ch 1 Part 1 - The Pony
I don't know how we ended up at the Pony but one drink lead to another and here we were. The Blackhawks had just beaten the Preds, not by much mind you, and Chelsea Dagger was on an infinite loop. The joke was that we were staying here until a Blackhawk showed up. Maybe we need to stop making statements like that because then the most random of things happen.
Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews and Viktor Stalberg showed up right on time. My jaw was to the ground as I tried to decide who to talk to first. I really just wanted a hug. I pointed them out to Autumn and she was floored.
"How about you show me that Kane Curve?" I whispered behind him.
Why that worked I'll never know. But there was a hint of familiarity when he looked at me and smiled like the sly little devil he was. I was already at the front door hailing a cab when Jonathan, who I thought was still in here passed by. He had a blonde on his arm and looked down on me quickly. Jonathan quickly touched the 4Feathers tattoo on my brown arm and I gave him a smile. He looked away as Patrick gave him all teeth and Patrick had a solid grip on my wrist.
We were at Patrick's place in no time. My lips were on his and he had me pressed into the wall. I put my hands under his shirt and danced my fingers up his ribs. There was the slightest giggle but before I could say something about it he was in my shirt. We were getting down to it when I actually wanted to feel him in me more than anything. He was right there when I pushed his hips up.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked out of breathe.
"It'll be ok." Patrick responded dropping his hips closer to mine.
"Are you ready to be a dad? I'm extremely fertile and love to be yours for the next 21 years."
Patrick's eyes didn't leave my breasts as I saw the gears moving in his head. My bra was at arms lengths and I pulled a condom out of the hidden pocket on the inside.
"Use it." I stated.
He hung his head, slipped it on and entered me gently.
No more than 45 minutes later, I was fixing the belt on my jeans and Patrick pushed my hair behind my ear. I felt his lips getting closer and my heart raced. I took a step back and gave him a smile.
"Do you have $15?" I asked.
"Why?"
"So I can get a cab outta here."
"Why don't you-"
"No. You will NEVER catch me doing the Walk-of-Shame."
Patrick walked towards the kitchen opened a drawer and pushed it shut.
"All I have is a $50."
"That's fine. I'll make some change. That was...nice." I said patting Patrick on the head like a good pet.
I walked out Patrick's condo, took a look at the number and rolled my eyes. As I made my way to the elevator I pushed down as fast as I could and then tried to compose myself. You never know Patrick could be at the door. I stepped into the elevator and hit down. As I dug into my clutch I pulled out a sold $5 and the rest were nothing but singles. I really shouldn't have traded my $5's for singles. But I'm twisted and find it absolutely hilarious.
I pulled $30 dollars together and wondered how I was going to get this to him. I had found a folded up envelope in my clutch and thought 'yay me'. I then pulled out a pen as I walked up to the Door Man's desk to use that to write on.
I rolled my eyes as my pen decided it didn't want to work.
"Hi...do you have a working pen I could borrow quickly?" I asked as I clicked my pen again.
The door man looked me up and down and had paid attention to what elevator I stepped out of. He quickly looked down in his cup of pens from all over the city and handed me one that worked. I put the $35 in there and wondered how I would get it to him. Would he think this was fan mail and dismiss it? Would he even care? Then I was attacked by a brilliant idea. The Intra-building mail was there. I could use that I thought as I saw my cab pull up and honked.
I wrote P. Kane, 4408W along with my PS3 username. I saw MW3 on his floor and knew he had the proper system I also used. I clicked the pen closed and handed it off to the Door Man. I then dropped the envelope in the Intra-building mail and wished it good luck. My cabbie blew a second time and I was thinking what is this guys problem?
My cab had blown a 3rd and final and I finally ran out. I looked at the time. It was only 2:30am. I was excited when I saw that my friends had moved to Local Option which was only half of a mile from my house. Fantastic. Good beer and amazing metal was waiting for me.
A few days later my roomie Autumn and the guy she was dating was over. We were about to watch a marathon of How I Met Your Mother. I had just caught up to about season 4 and we were going to start there. I turned on my PS3 to get to the Netflix when I had a new message.
KaneIsAKilla: now what?
"Who's that?" Sunny asked.
"This guy I slept with." I responded.
"Are we...let's go." Autumn stated.
"Later then."
Sorry Patrick you'll just have to wait.
The fact that the Blackhawks lost so badly to the Canucks was simply heart breaking. I sat there with a pout on my face as the guys walked off of home ice with their heads down and their tails between their legs. All I could think of was Patrick and not being at that game. I added him just that morning on the PS3 Network and a few minutes later he said I should come to the game and then asked me for my number.
Of course I gave him my number. What was I dumb?
PK: you should have came to the game
Me: you guys shouldn't have played like bitches out there
PK: excuse me?
Me: oh yea...
Me: total bitches.
Me: a Twin snowed my goalie / fight / Canucks PP / Goal / that's how the entire game was played.
PK: but I mean they...snowed our goalie!
Me: that's the game they're gonna play.
PK: ever been snowed?
Me: no but-
PK: not good.
Me: I just started to watch hockey...a lot
Me: and the Canucks are bitches.
PK: how fast can you get here?
Me: 45 w/ bus & train
PK: cab?
Me: less than 10
PK: make it happen. I'll pay for the cab
I looked at the time and knew it was late. But whatever Kaner wants, Kaner gets. I walked in the building and expected Patrick to be waiting downstairs. The door man from the night before gave me a judgy look...and I just sighed.
"Where too?" He asked.
"44," I started clearing my throat, "08."
"Name?"
"Probably Lebowski?"
The door man buzzed me through the first door and I quickly made my way to the elevators that were labeled Residents 25 - 45 and hit 44. As I was fixing my shirt, it suddenly hit me.
This is a booty call.
As soon as I made it to Patrick's door I didn't even get in properly before he was all over me.
I'm pretty sure that Patrick had his way with me and it felt great. The way he held my thighs and stunk his fingers into my hips made me wonder if I would bruise. I didn't think I would because his hands knew its way around a female form and I thought that was amazing. I pulled my clothes on and grabbed my shoes.
"You guys play Vancouver in 2 weeks. On their ice. Don't play a bitch game. Let the penalties slide. It WILL frustrate them more than you think." I concluded.
"What makes you so sure?" Patrick asked.
"I mean...they're bullies. That's why."
I didn't hear back from Patrick until Friday. I figured he was busy and I offended him by calling his team a bitch. I mean...yea that was kind of mean but you were kind of playing like bitches against another bitch team. They guys were playing Calgary at home and I made up some excuse not to go to the game. I didn't know what was happening but I did know that I probably wasn't this person Patrick thought I was.
When my phone rung and it was him I thought about this long and hard. Really? Do I really wanna be this person? I was at Patrick's before I could stop myself and I was home before I knew what happened. This confused the hell out of me. I knew I was his booty call and I didn't understand how that kept happening. Maybe it was because I'd actually sleep with him and he was very demanding that this worked.
They were gone from Home Ice for 2 weeks because of the Circus trip and I felt as if he would actually forget about me. But after they beat Vancouver and Patrick had a 2 point night he showed up at my front door with a semi-hard-on and a smile on his face. They had to leave in the next 4 hours to get to Calgary but he was standing in front of me.
"Aren't you going to get in trouble?" I asked pulling him into my apartment.
"I don't mind it. Especially you. Our set-up is fine." Patrick mumbled as his lips hit mine and his hand found my waist.
"Patrick. I don't think that we should do-"
"Don't say that. I would like a Chicago booty call."
"You know...that's not how you turn a girl on asshole."
"Then please...tell me how. Where's your room? Let's go there."
"Why aren't you taking me seriously?"
"Because...I like this night dress."
"God go fuck yourself."
"I'd rather be fucking you."
My lips hit Patrick's and he was already grabbing on to my ass and just started taking liberties with me. He dragged me into my room and just started to go to work. For a change it wasn't about him but he slowed down took his time and focused on me. I have no idea why he decided to do this but I wasn't complaining.
We lay there for a little under an hour and I had called a cab for him. I didn't like how close he was getting but it felt natural. We talked about the most random of things including my age. He thought it was great and I just wanted to punch him.
"Well you're a Cougar." Kane said as I walked him to the front door.
"I'm 28 Kane."
"Cougar!"
"Call me that again and I may never sit on your cock again."
"You are vulgar."
"Don't give a shit."
"Are you ok?"
"Yea."
I have no idea how Patrick knew but he kissed me one last time and his hands went to roaming. The cab called and I answered the phone. I told him to start running the fare as Patrick pushed me over the bed and his lips never left my neck.
When he finally left I was wrecked and felt amazing.
PK: how often are you ready to go?
Me: very.
PK: that's doesn't make sense
Me: exactly.
PK: so you would be cool with this?
PK: you wouldn't ever yell at or tell me no?
Me: maybe. Depending on how I felt
PK: so the answer is always yes?
Me: if I'm not busy, bleeding or broke then yes. The answer is always yes.
PK: right.
Patrick decided to test this theory Saturday after their 2 - 9 loss to The fucking Edmonton Oilers. As soon as that loss went down and I saw Patrick's face I feel as if I automatically knew it was coming. I had my phone in my hand and when that phone call came I was already half way there. By the time I got into the lobby Patrick was waiting and pacing.
"Hey." I said as I walked up to him with half of a smile on my face.
"How are you?" He asked putting his hand to my hair and taking it down.
"Hoping you're better. Bad times."
"I know."
I hit the elevator up and Patrick was standing there watching the numbers go up. I stood in front of him and put his hands on my hips. I pulled him down by the tie he was still wearing and forced him to kiss me. If he was going to drag me out of my bed I was going to make him somewhat please me.
We finally got to his apartment and I started to take his clothes off piece by piece. I knew what was going to happen here and I really didn't want to control this situation. When I realized that he really didn't want to do this I stopped whatever was happening and started to put my clothes on.
"What...where are you going?" Patrick demanded.
"So you don't want to do this. And I don't want to do this alone. I don't want to fight with you this time, to use a condom because you're fucking retarded. I don't know these 'bitches' who you've been fucking but I've gone 28 years without getting knocked up and I'm not going to have some fucking punk ass hockey player ruin my track record. So I've told you that I'll fuck you when you want and after this loss you need to get some aggression out but-"
"Your hair."
"What about it?"
Patrick went into a stereotypical black girl's voice: "Never touch a black girl's hair." along with a neck roll. He had that down perfectly!
I inhaled a few times and tried not to laugh.
I kicked my shoes off and wiggled out of my jeans again. I gave Patrick this smirk as he straightened up his body against all of his pillows. My body tensed out as my brain tried to figure out what was going to happen. When everything finally synched up I didn't even realize it was me.
"Is that what you want Patrick? Do you want to pull my hair as you're getting it from the back? Do you want me to sink my teeth in your shoulders as I slowly ride you? Well then, tell me what you want." I concluded as my bottom lip barely grazed the lobe of his ear, "but it's got to involve a condom."
"Anything?"
"Anything but the butt. For some reason white guys always want to go there."
Patrick's lips were suddenly glued to mine and within moments I was on my back. He took my bra off with just one hand and it hit the floor. One hand went between the both of us and the other hand was on my neck with 3 fingers playing with the base of my scalp. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched and he slid 2 fingers inside of me and I squirmed.
This mutherfucker tried twice to get inside of me without a condom and I don't know if I had 'Gullible Bitch' inked on my lower back but I didn't like it at all. When he finally put a condom on we just went at it like animals. The moment he fell asleep I made sure it was solid and I went around trying to find my clothes. I could NOT for the life of me find my other shoe and being that I had both socks I nearly abandoned my shoe.
"Here. It was under the bed." Patrick said handing me my shoe.
"I have to go Kid." I sighed.
"I-"
"You leave...early tomorrow. West coast. Team bonding. I know you had a bad loss tonight but don't worry about it."
"Why...do you-"
"Because. Why not?"
Patrick pulled my clothed frame into his naked body and kissed my lips. I had to quickly pull away and his hands grabbed my hair and I shook out of his. His house phone rang and I knew my cab was down stairs. I pushed him away and I knew he wanted me stay. This was sex, he was quickly complicating things.
On their 2nd week away on the West Coast Patrick would think it was so funny to have 3 different bitches in 7 days and PROCEED to tell me about it. Now I knew this was just sex but he may have started to feel guilty because instead of answering his phone when I called it went straight to voicemail.