Hockey Girls Chronicles Ch. 05a

Prom was finally here. The long-awaited reunion for Jarelle and I, as well as Andy and Emy, followed by the promised magical night. Both couples were in desperate need of a catch-up, one which involved the rushed meshing of tongues and lips, unabashed roaming hands before migrating down south. Clothes would bound to come off and virginities were there for the taking, certainly proving to crank the sexual tension even higher despite the definite unconventional and even a little inconvenient circumstances. Nonetheless, we had been able to agree on most things and there was just one single issue in which both couples had wanted to use the room in private first, just to take the edge off things. The only silver lining in this complicated and messy situation was that not one of us could commit to reaching by the stipulated check-in timing of 3pm due to various different reasons and all four of us had came to the eventual consensus for a first-come-first-served basis with the usage of the hotel right at check-in.

Andy was required to make a long commute back to town from camp, with it strongly dependent on the metro and train timings and the girls were on different shifts, with Jarelle ending at 2pm and Emy an half-hour later, but experience had taught them that their clock-out time was more dependent on the amount of work they had that day and the time the person taking over from them was fully caught on. I was thrilled at this proposition as the odds were severely in my favour, as I had supposedly taken a half-day leave, but even that there were no guarantees, as the time I could knock off was heavily subjected to my supervisor's approval and also Jarelle reaching on time.

That was also not factoring sufficient time for the girls to do their make-up and for everyone to get ready for the actual prom event. Subsequently, 5pm was the agreed-upon time in which the room would have to be opened to the other couple, if it was occupied prior. There was an off chance that both couples wouldn't be able to utilize the room and I was sure that the sexual tension in the room would be unbearable at that point. Especially with both voluptuous girls sashaying around in their sexy prom outfits, Andy and I would literally be undressing them with our eyes. Coupled with the fact that I have been restraining myself from jerking off in a bid to save my load for the entire week, my brain would most definitely be clouded by lust, be it not being able to keep my hands to myself, sneaking in a grope of Jarelle's fabulous butt or pawing uncontrollably at her magnificent melons. An inevitable straying of my eyes over Emy's perfect yet strictly off-limits curves or a not-so-subtle downblouse of my own buxom girlfriend could very well be on the cards.

As much as my preference was to make out in the privacy and comforts of the hotel room, an increasingly pressing concern was to get my first load coaxed out by my girlfriend, by hook or by crook. Jarelle and I had agreed on a very much public plan B - with toilets being our most likely option, especially those in little or no human traffic flow parts of the hotel. Being a reputable hotel, its toilets were bound to be relatively clean and spacious, simultaneously providing us a fair amount of much needed privacy. It was clear that Jarelle felt conflicted that our reunion could be occurring under such hap-hazardous circumstances but it was undeniable that she was excited and turned on. However, she did firmly establish that there were no guarantees that it would happen and if it did, it would be a fast wham-bam encounter, strictly hands-only and that I couldn't get my cum on her, as cleaning up would be a pain in the ass and time-consuming, increasing the odds of us getting caught. I agreed nonetheless, with the mere concept of it exciting me almost just as much as knowing my beautiful bombshell of a girlfriend would finally be getting me off and probably coaxing the first of many explosive loads out of me that day.

And I couldn't wait.

"Everything is going according as planned ;)" I had received a text from Jarelle just when I was leaving the office at 2pm. There was a chance, and a good chance that we didn't have to evoke our back-up plan then.

"See you there! I am heading over right now. Can't wait." I punched a reply back excitedly. I had called a cab, and on my hour-long commute down, I couldn't stop fidgeting, with my heart pounding furiously in my chest as I contemplated excitedly on what was about to unfold. I was hoping that Jarelle would be in some sexy skimpy lingerie, allowing me to feel her up unceremoniously without any clothing barriers. Already spotting a diamond-hard boner and leaking precum by the buckets, I was going to convince Jarelle once I had stepped into the room to give me a titfuck and make me cum. Trapping her in-between the door and me, ideally she would be in a kneeling position with her hands cupping her boobs as though she was offering them to me. I would slide my schlong and allow her to mesh her melons around me as I thrusted in and out enthusiastically. I doubt I would have lasted that long from fucking her tits and I made a mental note to bend down for a kiss before I came, and to look her in the eyes as I erupt all over her melons. I was confident that given how pent-up and horny I was feeling, I was going to cum hard enough to give her a facial and a pearl necklace simultaneously, and be able to coat her mounds generously with my seed. I would definitely take my time to thank her and tease her subsequently, avoiding her clitoris and penetration altogether until she begged for it before I duly returned the favour and brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm with a full finger-banging session until she came on my fingers. My dirty thoughts occupied my mind until the cab came to an abrupt stop, rudely stopping my fantasies.

I had dashed out of the cab to the reception, forgetting to pay my fare and only to be called back rudely by the driver. I offered my sincere apologies in a curt manner, not wanting to spend an additional second if I could. He chuckled in response, seemingly understanding of my predicament, and simply stated, "Have a great night son."


I checked my phone for updates as I walked towards the reception, but to no avail. I stated enthusiastically to the receptionist, "Good afternoon! I am here to check in." as I pulled out the reservation email Emy had forwarded to all of us.

"Hello, good afternoon. Your girlfriend has already checked in. Here's your card! There's a note in there too!" The receptionist's reply was like music to my ears. I was even more assured that Jarelle and I had made it and there was a surprise in store in the room waiting for me. I had inferred that if the receptionist had the note, it was nothing too inappropriate to view in public and I hastily opened it. "Get the receptionist to call the room please ;)" the note read.

"Sorry, can I get you to call the room please?" I asked in my most sincere voice.

To which, the receptionist simply chirped a "Sure!" before picking up the phone, punching a few numbers and putting the receiver to her ear. I had waited in anticipation before the receptionist had simply replied an "Sure!" to whatever I assumed Jarelle had told her, before she sent me on my way up. I guessed that the call was simply to inform Jarelle of my arrival.

"Thank you!" I replied excitedly, before making a beeline for the elevator and jamming my fingers repeatedly at the up button. Thankfully, there was no one in my vicinity. I would have definitely looked weird, with me punching the up button so anxiously. The elevator ride took what felt like an eternity and as I got closer and closer to the room, I could feel my erection getting harder and wetter from all the pre-cum drooling out in my pants. All I could think of was sex.

I swiped my key card, opening the door, half expecting a barely clothed Jarelle to jump me once I had entered the room, or that there was a trail of discarded clothes that would lead me to her lying sexily on the bed in her scantily-dressed lingerie state. However, I was greeted with a relatively dark room and a L-shaped alleyway, preventing me from seeing what laid in store for me. I immediately took off my right shoe and subsequently, my sock, hanging it on the handle outside, as well as the provided do-not-disturb sign on the door. It was barely half past 3 and we had an hour or so, and I was definitely going to cum at least once, and perhaps take Jarelle's virginity or at least try doing so after my initial release. What caught my attention though, was the pair of black fuck-me stilettos on the floor and I made a mental note to fuck Jarelle while she wearing those.

Before I passed the bend to the actual bedroom, I had noticed that the wardrobe wasn't fully closed, indicative of previous usage. There was a glimpse of red and my curiosity got the better of me, and what I saw definitely excited me. A red v-neck gown which plunged down to the midriff consisting of two parallel strips of clothes tied halter top style, it would be impossible to wear a bra of any sorts. For a woman who wasn't that well-endowed in the chest department, it could be passed off as a daring dress, but for my girlfriend, it was as devilishly sexy as possible, with a promised show of so much cleavage and side boob that it would be easier to describe what was covered instead of what wasn't.

I hurried into the actual bedroom, only to be treated to a sexy sight. Donning a white knitted crochet top, I could see a simple yet sexy black bra, with lace trimming, accentuating the curves that it was actually covering. There was sufficient boob flesh on show, as well as cleavage, and the lace designs drew sufficient attention to them, coupled with the fact that she had tried to reach across the bed to grab the hotel robe there, making it like she was seemingly down on all fours, allowing gravity to make her boobs even fuller and bigger. The only problem was that it was Emy on the bed and not Jarelle.

"Ralph?!" Emy questioned incredulously, her surprise and shock evident in her voice.

I didn't respond initially and immediately, undeniably admiring the view that was in front of me. The subject of my fantasies. The forbidden sexy fruit that I lusted over. The sex appeal she oozed. Her beautiful almost angelic face coupled with her curves seemed unfair. Her melons though gigantic on her frame, didn't look absurdly out-of-proportions; they just looked perfect.

"I thought Jarelle would be earlier than you Emy. Do you know what happened?" I stuttered through as I tried to regain my composure. Emy caught me red-handed, giving me a knowing smile when my eyes shifted back to hers, after an internal battle to peel my gawking and fixation from her bust. She made little effort to cover herself up subsequently, even with the bathrobe in hand, only shifting herself back to an upright position.

"She didn't text you? I managed to leave slightly earlier before my shift ended and I saw her handing down some stuff over to the new girl still." Emy stated in a relatively matter-of-fact manner.

"Wonder where Andy is. He told me that he would be reaching like now or something..." without me prompting, Emy had continued on on Andy's absence and tardiness, which I couldn't help but detect a note of disappointment. A sizzling hot make-out session was on the cards and I could only imagine what I had potentially interrupted. The hotel robe looked like one of Andy's requests, perhaps with the removal of her halter top style knitted crochet top. Although unintentional, Emy on all fours had provided a really sexy, foxy and provocative image. Crawling towards Andy and engaging him into a tongue duel, while her hands hurriedly unbuckle his pants and fish his boner out. His hands would be in a perfect position to untie her top, exposing her in her black bra or if he was too excited, he could just be plain-out mauling and squeezing her boobs. It could prove to turn her on, and with his dick being literally in her face, it won't be too long before she engulfed his pecker in her warm willing mouth and started sucking him off. With Andy being similarly pent-up and probably incapable of lasting any longer than a minute under her superb administrations of a blowjob, the million-dollar question was always where and not when he would be blasting his load. Perhaps he would have lost it as soon as she got his dick in her mouth, shooting his white gooey baby batter down her throat. It wouldn't take much to pull out and fulfil his fantasy, with Emy being in an ideal position for a facial. I could only imagine how sexy Emy would look if her face had white streaks as cum gradually flowed and dropped onto her boobs.

Her magnificent perfect tits. My eyes had already inevitably gravitated back and it was one of those situations where you knew you were staring but seeing the fullness of her boob through her knitted top was so mesmerising and magnetic that I was unable to pull myself or my gaze away. If only I could pull on the strings of her halter top to release the knot, and free those tits, allowing them to be encased in nothing but a sexy black bra. I could picture a cock slipping in between those melons, and Emy looking up with her mouth in an "O", showcasing her lustful enjoyment of getting her tits fucked. I was definitely undressing her with my eyes and all I could think of was how bouncy her perfect tits would feel on my boner and how sexy would Emy look if she was cum-drenched, with a load all over her bra-cladded melons.

Emy had stopped her rant midway, snapping me out of my daze. I was just standing there, rooted on the spot, with a definite massive boner tenting up my shorts. As I shifted my line of sight back up, I could see that my erection had obviously caught Emy's attention and the way her gaze lingered over my package and how she held her breath made the sexual tension simply unbearable. The only caveat was that I didn't have to think of an excuse as to why I was ogling her so outrightly.

"Sorry." Emy broke the silence. "It does seem that I am always ranting about Andy when I am around you."

"Don't worry about it." I replied as I sat down, wanting to hide the monster of an erection that was brewing in my pants. It was a little counterintuitive, seeing that Emy sneaked in a few peaks, and my actions drew more attention. That was not to mention that the physical distance between Emy and I was even lesser now.

"Excited for tonight?" Emy asked, her voice giving away the apparent fact that she was pent up and primed for action.

I nodded in response, afraid that anything else I say would betray how much I was lusting over Emy. It didn't help that I hadn't came in a week and well, there was sufficient cleavage on show.

"Well, I am not too sure how everything is going to be." Emy followed up. Given that neither couple had the chance to utilize the room thus far, there could be a lack of privacy later on at night. Emy's facial expressions gave her conflicting emotions away, one of lustful longing but laced with hesitation.

"I am sure it's going to be a magical night." I reassured her convincingly, trying to be as vague as possible.

"I mean Andy is probably gonna behave like a horn-dog." Emy laughed. "Or he's one."

"It's expected, it has been pretty long hasn't it?" I asked rhetorically, and I didn't realize that would cause Emy to recall the last time they had been intimate. I had been there as well, albeit as a silent observer, unknown to both Andy and Emy.

"Probably before finals." Emy recounted, a little shy, before following up with, "Well, it's not like we ventured too much."

"I didn't mean of it as a question!" I defended myself, a little shell-shocked at how she answered head-on.

"Perv." Emy goaded in response to my earlier question, cracking a joke at my expense.

"Have Jarelle and you gone all the way?" Emy probed, with a certain look of concern in her face.

I shook my head in disagreement.

Emy diffused the awkward situation with a little humour, goading me in mock seriousness, "Take it slow later on ok? Keep your hands to yourself and don't be tearing Jarelle's clothes off in a jiffy! Andy needs to keep his eyes on me and not everywhere else!"

"Don't worry about it, Andy would be too busy feeling you up." I followed her lead.

"With your outfit, Andy probably will go nuts and I doubt that it would even last a minute." I retorted, superimposing my opinions on Emy's outfit on Andy.

"Well that's the main point!" Emy suggestively pointed out. It had seemed that she was ready for Andy to tear her clothes off in a heartbeat and feel her up subsequently. What was bound to happen after that was anyone's guess. The two of us looked at each other, both flushed with obvious excitement. My heart was pounding furiously and the room was definitely full of sexual tension, and from the looks on Emy's face, I wasn't the only one who had realised it.

"Is your nerdy mind malfunctioning around me again?" Emy teased, when I looked at her with my mouth gaping after her flirtatious comment.

I laughed, surprised at the reference she pulled. "Sorry, but yes definitely." I apologised sheepishly.

"Didn't look like anything too nerdy from here." Emy continued, gesturing to the obvious tent in my pants.

"I really like your outfit." I had lost my voice and only managed to croak that out in my defence.

Emy bent forward, reaching for her phone. In that half bent over position, it was inevitable that gravity would win the battle, causing her melons to surge forward, squeezing that extra bit of cleavage. When I realised something was amiss, namely how she had not used her hand as a shield against my line of sight, I had returned my gaze up north, to hers as we made eye-contact, catching me red-handed.

"Perv." Emy giggled in response to me looking, unbothered at the slightest.

She returned her attention to the phone, still in the half bent position. Her extra cleavage was brazenly on-show and apparent, almost like she was putting on a show specially for me. My throat was dry and I couldn't make a sound.

"There isn't anything from Andy yet." Emy stated, and I couldn't help but notice a distinct lack of disappointment.

"Or Jarelle." Emy inched forward a little more, her tone almost factual. It was almost like she knew I was a boobs-man, and was seducing me with the most obvious trick in the book.

"So... is it the outfit you like or?" Emy whispered, with a twinkle of her eye, knowing that I was referring to how sexy and the unclothed parts instead of the clothed ones.

In my mind, there were some many different scenarios that were playing out but only one conclusion - I sure as hell wasn't going to pass up a golden opportunity to make out with Emy, and on the contrary, I couldn't stop fantasising about her. If Emy was going to stretch out and caress my erection, the very least I would be doing is feeling those magnificent tits. I would reach over to plunge my fingers into her willing snatch and fingerbang her into lustful oblivion. Her mouth would be wide-opened, shocked at the speed and intensity I would be bringing her off at, perfect for sucking me off. Would I be cheating on my girlfriend? Perhaps I didn't love Jarelle as much as I thought, or perhaps it was just the lust clouding my mind and impairing my judgement, but at that moment, Jarelle was the furthest on my mind.

It seemed like an eternity, but we were both snapped out of our reverie by the vibrations on Emy's phone. Andy had called, and Emy had reverted to her upright position. I was unable to determine the contents of the phone call, but Emy's face got progressively disappointed. I reminded myself that I had a girlfriend, pulling my phone out, in hope that I could snap out of my lusty wishful thinking of Emy. There was a text from Jarelle, which I quickly opened and read it. "SORRY BABY. I think Emy and Andy must be in the room already. How about meeting straight at the lift lobby on level 3? I will be there in 15!" It was sent a couple of minutes ago.