Hockey Girls Chronicles Ch. 03

Right before I was reaching, I received a text from Andy. "Emy MIA. Just come back, am starving."

I continued my walking to where I wanted to be, the higher vantage point, deciding that I would just take the stairs down if Emy and Andy were not making out or something. When I reached, I took a peek down at the study area. Seeing that Andy was just sitting by himself, with a disappointed look. Emy was nowhere to be found, but I could hear the footsteps approaching.

Andy looked up before excitedly punching something on his phone. He had sent me a text saying, "Take a detour ;)", and also dialed my number in the process. When I picked it up, I repeated multiple "Hello hello?" but to no avail. I stayed on the line, unsure of what my next step was.

A flushed Emy, with slightly disheveled hair, almost like she was out of breath, scuttered back, apologising that she took so long. "Sorry sorry, there was a long queue at the ladies."

She had slotted herself in the seat beside Andy, almost pinning him in a corner. Surprising, Emy had leaned in, giving Andy a peck, and started whispering what I presumed to be sweet-little-nothings into his ears. At that point, I was sure that Andy had accidentally called me, and I was contemplating leaving both the phone call and the vicinity.

Emy leaned in to Andy, nuzzling his neck and guided Andy's mouth to hers, engaging him in a hot lustful kiss. The view was spectacular, as Emy's skimpy top sagged slightly down due to gravity, leaving a healthy portion of her white bra and creamy boobs to be on show for me.

"Wow, it's unlike you baby." Andy broke the kiss, and said, surprised at Emy's initiative. "What has gotten into you?"

"Don't you like it?" Emy asked in between kisses, carried away by her lust. It was obvious that Emy was getting increasing excited and she was rubbing sensually up and down Andy's muscular chest, before heading southwards, gradually moving up his thigh, nearer and nearer to his groin region, much to Andy's pleasure.

"Fuck yeah." Andy groaned out, enjoying Emy's attention.

Andy slid his hands slyly upwards, brushing against Emy's boobs, even going as far as to cup them. There was an element of surprise that flashed on Andy's face when Emy didn't reject his advances, and instead, Emy bit her lips, complaining meekly, "Not too much baby."

"What is too much?" Andy teased Emy proudly. "Seems like you're enjoying me touching you."

Andy raised his hands, cupping Emy's boobs, squeezing and molding them furiously with his hands. Emy winced in both pain and pleasure, but apparently more of the former. "Owww baby, not too hard." Emy moaned out. I felt bad for being a voyeur, but I was unable to hang up or walk away from the scene. I was being a perv, but I wanted to see Emy lust out, and her perfect melons.

"Your boobs feel fabulous baby." Andy delightfully moaned out, without a care of the world.

I had snapped myself out of my voyeuristic trance, and had prepared to both end the call and leave but what Andy did next stopped me.

He subsequently slid down the straps of her tank top, exposing her supple bra-cladded mounds. It left me rooted to the spot, unable to pry my ear away from the phone or eyes from the scene. They looked fucking fabulous, perfectly round and milky, encased in her white bra.

"Baby...It's so open." Emy said warningly, but did nothing to cover up her indecent exposure.

"Fuck." Andy cursed out, as he appreciated Emy's beauty. I figured that if Jarelle hadn't coaxed a load out of me, I would be furiously beating my meat. Even after so, I had contemplated jerking off to the scene in front of me as well.

In return, she fished out Andy's erection. Unless Andy was a grower or not a shower, it went against expectations of him being a complete physical specimen. Emy wrapped her hand around his 3", barely 4" pecker, pumping it up and down, eliciting a howl of pleasure from Andy. Once Emy's small hand wrapped around it, I could barely make out anything else out of it.

"Fuck it feels so good to have your hand on my big hard cock." Andy moaned out delusionally.

Emy hushed Andy and kissed him on the lips. She was showing some hesitancy, looking around anxiously, seemingly afraid to be caught in a compromising situation. She was still turned on, by supposedly Andy's administrations on her marvellous orbs, teasing him, "You like the view baby?"

"Oh yea." Andy crudely grunted out, lost in his moment of lust. "I can't wait for prom to fuck your tight little pussy. My big dick is going to split you into half, and make you crave for more." Andy was becoming louder and louder. Emy engaged him in another kiss, trying to lower his volume or stop him from saying anything.

Andy shifted his hand deftly to the back of her hand, guiding Emy's head down a little too forcefully. "C'mon baby, just a little fun." Andy egged Emy on.

Unable to shrug off Andy's strong arms, Emy's head was pushed down towards Andy's pecker, and she turned her mouth away, in apparent discomfort and disgust. She had stopped stroking Andy and warned out dangerously, "What the hell?"

Andy groaned out disappointedly but starting wanking himself without a care of the world. Neglecting the fact that Emy was fighting him off, he delightfully moaned out, "Let me mark you, slut. I am going to cum all over your face." And with that, Andy had reached his orgasm, his puny dick drooling out droplets of warm sticky cum. He had attempted to push Emy further down to smear his seed on her pretty face, but to no avail, due to the small volume and low intensity of his cum rather than Emy's consistent protests and moving away.

Andy did look pleased with himself nonetheless. The two of them engaged in an argument, and I ended the phone call, knowing that the show was mainly over. I also expected Andy to call or text me soon to figure out where I was. True enough, he grabbed his phone and sent me a text. "Hey, am starving, anytime is good ;)"

I slowly made my way back and when they saw me, Emy returned her attention to her books while Andy greeted me cheerfully, reverting back to his primal urges, grabbing the sub from me before wolfing it down. I could feel the tension and unhappiness Emy was going through, but I did nothing to probe or diffuse the awkward silence.

Truth be told, I was just desperate to go home to rub another one out, after seeing Emy's bra-cladded boobs. In my mind, I was just playing out how prom may work out - putting two horny couples in a room, I was sure that despite the lack of privacy, there would be a lot of kissing and groping once the lights were off. I was excited at not only the possibility of having sex or some form of it with Jarelle, but more so of catching a glimpse of her wonderful figure in the shadows, and hearing her moan (if it happened) in such close proximity.

Luckily for me, I was not the only one growing restless. Andy had leaned over to Emy, whispering, in which I could only roughly make up the words "sticky" and "uncomfortable". I had assumed that they didn't have the means or time to clean up, leading to Andy having a sticky situation down there.

"Shall we all head back home and call it a day?" Andy suggested, after a short while.

"Yeah alright. I don't mind heading home." Emy replied.

"Fine with me too, I am not being productive anyway." I nodded my head in agreement. We packed our bags and left the study area, with all three of us walking towards the train station, this time in the shortest and the most direct route possible.

Midway through, Andy decided to just hail a cab, stating that he was really uncomfortable. We were waiting for the cab on the side of the road and when it finally arrived, Andy grabbed the door, pulling it wide open.

Emy took a step towards the taxi before Andy stopped her and asked, "Wait wait, what are you doing?"

"Are you not sending me home first?" Emy questioned, confused.

"No. I am in a rush." Andy flatly replied. "Next time, baby." With that, Andy hopped onto the cab, and he waved enthusiastically to both Emy and I, who were both a little shell-shocked.

Emy, obviously feeling a little hurt and disappointed, blurted out bewilderedly, "Whatever man." She started walking away, making her way towards the station.

I broke into a stride to catch up with Emy, not surprised to see her muttering frustratedly under her breath. Not knowing what to say, I followed suit quietly.

"I don't know what's wrong with him." She blurted out suddenly, stopped in her tracks and looking intently at me, seemingly looking for a reply of some sort.

"Errr..." I stuttered, "I don't know what to say, whose side should I be on?" I asked earnestly, a little confused.

Somehow it brought a weak smile to Emy's face, laughing at my predicament.

"Sorry you've to bear the brunt of my frustration." Emy apologised.

"No worries, it's been a long day for everyone." I sighed. Part of me was thinking if I should offer sending Emy back home, but part of me was reminding myself that she was strictly off-limits or neither should I do anything out of line. I decided that I was just being a good friend with no ill intentions, and when we were nearing the train station, I offered, "Hey Emy, I can walk you back, if you want."

"Will that be too much of a hassle?" Emy questioned me, her tone betraying her in the sense that it was almost grateful and happy that I had asked.

"Nope, it would be fine. I don't think you stay that far from me." I replied.

Emy's eyes brightened up momentarily and she accepted my offer, "Yeah, that would be really great. Thanks Ralph, I always hate walking up that path alone at night."

It was kind of the first time I was spending any prolonged period of time with Emy alone. My nerdy mind was only focused on one task, which was to refrain myself from staring down her top. I didn't want to make the relatively comfortable silence in the moment awkward, by getting caught looking at her orbs, however marvellous they were.

We boarded the train, and knowing that it was a long ride, I wasn't totally sure of what to bring to the table conversation wise. I contemplated taking out my notes to do some studying, in a bid to distract myself, but thankfully, Emy broke the silence, bringing the topic of our respective futures.

"Hey Ralph, so what are you planning to do after finals?" Emy asked intently.

"Probably preparing for the interview, hopefully securing the internship before everything else." I admitted. I was weighing my options from going into a tech start-up, or going the more conventional route of pursuing a medical or engineering degree. I had already secured a placing in the last round of the interview, which would be due in a week after my finals. It was going to be a hectic period for me.

I knew that Andy was almost most definitely going on a sports scholarship for the community college or joining the military, while Jarelle was most likely going to further her studies in the same community college.

"How about you? Have you decided on studying or?" I returned the question.

"Not really. Been too busy revising to actually think properly." Emy replied, a little stressed.

"Take your time. I am not sure too. We can probably discuss after finals!" I offered.

"Yep! We definitely can. We can even apply for stuff together, I mean the other two are kinda fixed. I guess Jarelle will probably get a minimum wage job at Sephora or something. Andy just needs to settle his applications, which seem pretty straightforward." Emy stated.

"So by the way, the start-up you're applying for? Are there any vacancies? What do they do?" Emy followed up.

"They are actually hiring up to 3 interns, and I guess it states on their web that there is a pretty high chance of getting converted to full time." I explained. "The good thing is that you can get real full time working experience, and the pay is decent for an intern. At least it's more than minimum wage. I can save for college or invest it, works both ways."

"Sounds good, and worth a shot, especially if I am not too sure what I want to pursue." Emy replied.

"I can help you for the application, for a right price, anything goes for me." I joked.

"Oh, and what would be the price?" Emy rolled her eyes, laughing.

"I'll let you know when I think of it." I smirked, getting a friendly punch from Emy in the process.

"Well, it's going to be hectic though. You ready for that? Most likely if you're successful, you'll have to work for at least 9 months consecutive. Which probably means you'll miss this summer's college placing." I continued, giving a fair warning.

"How about prom?" Emy asked, slightly concerned.

"I've told them about taking the weekend off at least, so I guess anything planned, just inform them in advance? Pretty standard stuff." I replied, before teasing Emy, "Someone has her priorities wrong."

Emy's face blushed ever so slightly and her breathing was noticeably faster. "Well, I guess it's once in a lifetime."

"I'm still a little upset at him though." Emy conceded, bringing the topic back to Andy. Emy rambled on, disgruntled and slightly insecure. I provided a listening ear and while there were no juicy bits, I couldn't help but catch certain hints of it.

Before we knew it, we had reached Emy's stop and we both got off, still in mid-conversation. We started heading back to Emy's place and suddenly, a bout of self-consciousness hit her.

"Thanks for listening to my rants, Ralph." Emy panted, "Didn't mean to make it all about me."

"No worries. My nerdy mind malfunctions around you sometimes." I all but conceded to Emy that she had an effect on me.

Emy gave a smile, seemingly knowing the effect she has on other guys. I was just thankful or relieved that it didn't make things awkward.

I couldn't help but take a few sneak peeks, at her bountiful bouncing bosom as we scaled the large eerie slope up to her neighbourhood.

As we approached her house, Emy gave me a hug, thanking me for sending her back, and even though she tried to maintain her friendly distance, her fabulous orbs made contact with some parts of my chest.

As I walked back down on my own, I couldn't help but reminiscence what had transpired today. Jarelle titfucking me in her sexy black romper, watching Emy and Andy make out, Emy in her half-dressed state and lastly Emy's boobs against me, albeit an unintentional and brief moment.

My journey home was filled with different possibilities on what could happen at prom. A lust-driven escapade with Jarelle was definitely on the cards, but my thoughts drifted to the forbidden fruit of Emy. It may well be possible that she was sexually-dissatisfied and would require a different form of pleasing. When I got home, I took a hot shower, with my dick uncontrollably hard. I shot a huge load thinking of the different fantasies I had, in which most of them ended with Emy jerking me or sucking me off to completion.

I had a strong hunch that things were about to get even more interesting once finals were over.