“what-you-do” crap. But most women found hockey a turn-on.
“I played in Switzerland last year. But I’m hoping to play here at home this year.”
“How was Switzerland?”
The first word that came to my mind was “lonely,” but that sounded wussy. “Great. Mountains. Cowbells. Fresh air.”
“All the stereotypes. How was the chocolate?”
“Okay, I guess. I only had it a couple of times. I eat pretty clean and avoid refined sugars.”
“Did you want dessert or coffee?” Our server showed up exactly at that moment with little menu cards.
Josie took one and glanced at it. “I’ll have the chocolate cake and an espresso. He wants to know if you have anything tofu-based.”
The server began to stammer, and I ordered an herbal tea. I had this weird feeling that Josie only ordered dessert because I said I ate healthy.
Once the chocolate cake came, she ate it slowly and deliberately. “This is soooo good.” She inserted a forkful of cake in her mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick her lips and even the fork. Fuck. She must know what watching that tongue was doing to me. If not, she would find out once my boner raised my side of the table.
She lowered her voice to a throaty purr. “Did you know that chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac too?”
Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. “Uh, no. Can I have some?”
“Eric. Of course not. That would not be healthy for you.”
“Are you making fun of me? Just because I didn’t eat my weight in Swiss chocolate while I lived there?”
“Well, it’s my experience that people who are uptight about food aren’t much fun.”
“I am fun.” But insisting I was fun sounded pretty lame.
When the waitress came back, Josie paid for herself despite my protests.
“I pay my own way, Ricky.” The date seemed to have taken a wrong turn somewhere between hockey and chocolate. I sighed.
“So, would you like to do something else now?” I asked hopefully as we left the restaurant. My erection had eased up enough that I could walk normally, but it was still a pretty visible bulge in my jeans. Maybe she hadn’t noticed though.
Josie yawned. “No, thanks. I’m tired tonight.”
“Well, we can get a cab. You could come back to my place for, um, coffee.”
She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“You can trust me, I’m a gentleman.”
“Then why go home with you?”
She was completely mystifying, and I let out a grunt of frustration. She walked quickly down the street, and I followed her. “Where are we going?”
“I’m going back to get my bike and go home. I have no idea where you’re going.”
“See, if you would only ride in my truck, I could have put your bike in it, and you wouldn’t have had to cycle home in the dark.”
She laughed. “Shame, that.”
“Why wouldn’t you come home with me the other night? Was it just the interlock or something else?”
“You’re kind of tedious, Ricky.”
“I wanted to know—for future dates.”
“Aren’t you optimistic? I think that if there’s a sign that says sharks in the water, and you go swimming anyway, whatever happens is your own fault.”
“Okay.” That meant she wouldn’t ride with me while the interlock was in the truck. “I’m graduating from the driver supervision program soon.”
“Congratulations. I’ll send a gift. Probably not champagne though.”
We were almost at the gate where I’d met her. A security guard in a turban smiled at Josie and unchained the gate as she approached.
“So, when can I see you again?”
“I don’t know. I’ll call you.” She slipped inside, and he slid the gate closed behind her.
“But Josie, you don’t have my number,” I called out.
“Yeah, I know.” She laughed and then disappeared.
Fuck.
I stood by the gate, wondering what to do next. I’d have to catch the bus or a cab now. All that planning for nothing. But first, I could stop her when she came out and at least give her
“I played in Switzerland last year. But I’m hoping to play here at home this year.”
“How was Switzerland?”
The first word that came to my mind was “lonely,” but that sounded wussy. “Great. Mountains. Cowbells. Fresh air.”
“All the stereotypes. How was the chocolate?”
“Okay, I guess. I only had it a couple of times. I eat pretty clean and avoid refined sugars.”
“Did you want dessert or coffee?” Our server showed up exactly at that moment with little menu cards.
Josie took one and glanced at it. “I’ll have the chocolate cake and an espresso. He wants to know if you have anything tofu-based.”
The server began to stammer, and I ordered an herbal tea. I had this weird feeling that Josie only ordered dessert because I said I ate healthy.
Once the chocolate cake came, she ate it slowly and deliberately. “This is soooo good.” She inserted a forkful of cake in her mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick her lips and even the fork. Fuck. She must know what watching that tongue was doing to me. If not, she would find out once my boner raised my side of the table.
She lowered her voice to a throaty purr. “Did you know that chocolate is supposed to be an aphrodisiac too?”
Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. “Uh, no. Can I have some?”
“Eric. Of course not. That would not be healthy for you.”
“Are you making fun of me? Just because I didn’t eat my weight in Swiss chocolate while I lived there?”
“Well, it’s my experience that people who are uptight about food aren’t much fun.”
“I am fun.” But insisting I was fun sounded pretty lame.
When the waitress came back, Josie paid for herself despite my protests.
“I pay my own way, Ricky.” The date seemed to have taken a wrong turn somewhere between hockey and chocolate. I sighed.
“So, would you like to do something else now?” I asked hopefully as we left the restaurant. My erection had eased up enough that I could walk normally, but it was still a pretty visible bulge in my jeans. Maybe she hadn’t noticed though.
Josie yawned. “No, thanks. I’m tired tonight.”
“Well, we can get a cab. You could come back to my place for, um, coffee.”
She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“You can trust me, I’m a gentleman.”
“Then why go home with you?”
She was completely mystifying, and I let out a grunt of frustration. She walked quickly down the street, and I followed her. “Where are we going?”
“I’m going back to get my bike and go home. I have no idea where you’re going.”
“See, if you would only ride in my truck, I could have put your bike in it, and you wouldn’t have had to cycle home in the dark.”
She laughed. “Shame, that.”
“Why wouldn’t you come home with me the other night? Was it just the interlock or something else?”
“You’re kind of tedious, Ricky.”
“I wanted to know—for future dates.”
“Aren’t you optimistic? I think that if there’s a sign that says sharks in the water, and you go swimming anyway, whatever happens is your own fault.”
“Okay.” That meant she wouldn’t ride with me while the interlock was in the truck. “I’m graduating from the driver supervision program soon.”
“Congratulations. I’ll send a gift. Probably not champagne though.”
We were almost at the gate where I’d met her. A security guard in a turban smiled at Josie and unchained the gate as she approached.
“So, when can I see you again?”
“I don’t know. I’ll call you.” She slipped inside, and he slid the gate closed behind her.
“But Josie, you don’t have my number,” I called out.
“Yeah, I know.” She laughed and then disappeared.
Fuck.
I stood by the gate, wondering what to do next. I’d have to catch the bus or a cab now. All that planning for nothing. But first, I could stop her when she came out and at least give her
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