Threesome at my hockey weekend

A threesome at my hockey weekend

I hoisted my bag into the trunk of the car, threw my hockey stick on top of the other ones and then I slammed the back door shot. I gave my boyfriend a quick peck on the mouth and he slapped my butt to wish me a fun and fruitful weekend.

‘Don’t run too hard though, because this poor boy can’t keep massaging you to relieve those muscle aches after all your training weekends,’ he said with a cheeky smile. He held his hands up and wriggled his fingers. ‘Otherwise my fingers will grow their own muscle ache and they need to get their own massage.’

I just chuckled at his theatrics. He was immensely supportive of my athletic career and he loved telling people his girlfriend played at the world championships. I got in the car and put my arm out the window.

‘Bye.’ I said.

‘Hey Stace.’ My teammates welcomed me.

‘Settle this for us.’ Isa continued. She turned around from the passenger seat and leaned all the way back around her chair so she could talk to me. ‘Babs wants to listen to that crap, but Ri-ri and I think this is horrendous. Babs says she gets to pick the music because it’s her car and she needs to drive.’

‘But it would be more fair to vote about it.’ Riley jumped in. ‘It’s two against one. Three if your with us.’ Riley said.

‘I don’t mind Cold Play.’ I said shrugging.

‘Thank you.’ Babs said.

We went on training weekends like this quite often. Womens hockey even at the top doesn’t pay well enough, so we all had to keep our day jobs. Still our coach wanted us to train as much as possible, so quite regularly she arranged for us to sleep on the sport campus. There were no signs that this weekend would turn out any different from the other weekends.

When arrived we divided the rooms and put our bags on the bed. I bunked with Babs and Riley this time. After we got settled, we went down to for some food and then our first training started with relatively mild fitness exercises and a friendly game. That Saturday the training was really intense and around lunch time I already felt exhausted. My old hamstring injury started to play up again. I massaged my thigh and did a few stretches.

After lunch our coach was flanked by quite the handsome man. He was athletically build and he had very charming blue eyes. Some of my more romantically inclined single team mates were immediately enamored by him, and while they were complaining about muscle aches a minute ago, now they ran the hardest in an attempt to impress him.

I could see why, he was indeed a good looking guy. Still them giggling and whispering like teenagers made me feel embarrassed for them. He was introduced to us as Alexander Essine but he said we could call him Sander or The Sandman if we wanted. Apparently he used to play for the French hockey team, but now he worked as a trainer and coach. On a white board he drew out different systems on how we could run and how we could play the ball to trip up our competition.

His French accent was cute and I didn’t mind listening to him talk. At the end of the day when we were showering together the others were still talking about him.

‘He’s staying at the Hotel.’ Babs said. ‘He’s going to be here tomorrow too. If there’s a sock on my door you guys have to sleep on the couch at reception.’

‘No way.’ Riley said. ‘If you manage to get him into our room, I’m joining in, a threesome it is!’

‘A foursome.’ Shelby said.

‘Count me in too.’ Gigi said and other girls started to chime in too.

‘Well when you guys are having an orgy, we old married broads will just have a sensible night of sleep the other room.’ Isa said as she poked her elbow in my ribs. I nodded and smiled. If I actually wanted to sleep with Alexander I probably could, since my boyfriend and I had an open relationship. I wasn’t about to say that out loud though. My team could be incredibly intrusive when it came to boyfriends and relationships, besides I wasn’t so impressed with Sander that I would humiliate myself in an attempt to win him over.

During dinner he sat at the coach’s table talking with our trainers and coach and the management people. After we ate the girls kept lingering in the dining hall a lot longer than usual. Someone played piano and people were talking, some had even put on make-up. What were they hoping for? A quick fuck? A romantic relationship? We were more mature than this, weren’t we? At least I was. I went upstairs and got into my pajama.

As I lied in bed I stared up at the top bunk questioning myself? Was I being a party pooper? Or were my teammates just behaving immature? There was no need to judge myself or to judge them, I’d better go to sleep, tomorrow would be another long and tiring day.

I had almost drifted off when the other girls came in, the were talking and giggling.

‘Sssh…’ I said quite grumpy.

‘Someone sleeps here, yes?’ He said in his cute French accent. I sat up in bed and saw Sander flanked by Babs and Riley. Stunned I looked at them, not really sure how they pulled that off, not really sure what their plan had been. Did they want to try and have a threesome on the bunk bed above, while I slept beneath them? Or were the planning of kicking me out of my own room?

‘Ah, you are Stacey, no?’ He said.

I nodded.

‘Very quick, how you say… agile.’ He moved his hand around to show me how quick I was.

‘I know.’ I said. I’d been told before that my speed was one of my strengths.

Babs and Riley started to laugh. ‘Don’t be arrogant, Stace.’ Babs said still with an bemused smile on her face.

‘Okay.’ I said although I didn’t really understand why knowing your own strengths would be arrogant. ‘Well thank you for the compliment, I guess.’ I said with a nod to Sander.

‘You’ve got good vision too.’ He said.

I glanced at Babs. ‘Well yeah,’ I said shrugging. ‘I don’t wear glasses, if that matters?’

‘No, no, no.’ Sander said laughing. ‘Pardon, my English is not very good. I mean you look, where are my team mates, and you know: I go there, they go there, enemy goes there.’ He pointed around the room and he was actually quite endearing. I wrapped the blankets around my knees and made room for Babs to sit next to me on the bed.

‘That was the exercise, wasn’t it?’ I said. ‘Or is that arrogant to say too?’

‘No, no. You not arrogant.’ Sander said. ‘Arrogant bad. You confident. Confident good.’

I gave Babs a smile. ‘Confident good.’ I said poking her in the upper arm. Riley and Sander now also sat down on the other bunk bed and for a while we were all talking. Sander told a few stories about the time when he was still a player, and then we talked about hockey in general and how it affected our life. We have no life. Hockey is our life. It’s basically all we do, and we all understood what it was like to play at the top, to have your life dedicated to excelling in this one sport.