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Story: The Pucking Wrong Rookie
I blinked, wishing I could just be…normal for once.
We made it to cruising altitude, and soon the cheerful bustle of Edna and Mabel filled the cabin. Edna refilled our lemonade glasses with military precision, and Mabel beamed as she carried another tray of cookies down the aisle.
Across from me, Monroe raised an eyebrow, watching me as I stared at the flight attendants, bemused. She was clearly trying not to laugh. “Something wrong, Sloane?”
“This is really all because your guys don’t want men flirting with you?” I asked.
Olivia grinned, bouncing her baby gently on her knee. “You know those red flags they tell you to stay away from when you’re growing up.”
“Yeah?” I asked, confused.
“Well, it turns out…they’re actually very green once you get to know them.”
I blinked at her, and then the four of them were bursting into laughter.
I took a bite of my second cookie, shaking my head in amusement. “This is one of my weirder experiences,” I told them.
“It’s only weird if it doesn’t work,” quipped Anastasia.
“Good try,” said Blake, snorting.
“Hey, that was a good one.”
“It was better than usual,” Monroe said soothingly.
I realized there was a big, goofy grin on my face as I watched them.
“If Logan isn’t showing any red flags yet…it’ll just be a matter of time,” Blake said, some cookie crumbs falling out of her mouth as she talked.
I went to shake my head again…and then stopped.
“Oooh…Rookie’s already showing his game, isn’t he?” Anastasia asked.
I smirked, miming zipping my lips.
“We’ll get your secrets out soon, Calloway,” Blake teased, getting up from her seat and walking over to a box on one of the empty seats. “Speaking of secrets, evidently the guys had something made for us, but I wasn’t allowed to open the box until we were on the plane.”
Blake opened it and pulled out a blue T-shirt with the Dallas Knights logo on it. “They want us to wear these instead of jerseys?” she asked, sounding confused as she turned it around.
A bark of laughter reverberated through the plane as she stared at the shirt.
“What is it?” Monroe asked, craning her neck to see.
Blake’s smile was huge as she turned the shirt around to the back whereStanley Cupcakewas written on top of Ari’s number.
“I guess we finally have a name, girls,” Monroe laughed as Blake began to pass out the shirts.
There was even one for me.
I’d never been more proud to be a part of something as I pulled on myStanley Cupcakeshirt and snacked on chocolate chip cookies and lemonade for the rest of the flight with the girls who might actually be…my friends.
CHAPTER23
LOGAN
Igrabbed her tits, pushing them together, nice and tight around my dick. My hips thrust in a frenzied, frantic rhythm as I fucked her breasts.
We had just a couple of minutes before I was due on the bus that would take us back to the team plane. But there was no way my dick could handle waiting to celebrate a Game Six win for when we got back to Dallas. Two straight wins meant we were going to Game Seven. So, celebrations were in order. Her cunt was my favorite part of her, but seeing her breasts in that tight t-shirt…well, I’d found myself doing this.
We made it to cruising altitude, and soon the cheerful bustle of Edna and Mabel filled the cabin. Edna refilled our lemonade glasses with military precision, and Mabel beamed as she carried another tray of cookies down the aisle.
Across from me, Monroe raised an eyebrow, watching me as I stared at the flight attendants, bemused. She was clearly trying not to laugh. “Something wrong, Sloane?”
“This is really all because your guys don’t want men flirting with you?” I asked.
Olivia grinned, bouncing her baby gently on her knee. “You know those red flags they tell you to stay away from when you’re growing up.”
“Yeah?” I asked, confused.
“Well, it turns out…they’re actually very green once you get to know them.”
I blinked at her, and then the four of them were bursting into laughter.
I took a bite of my second cookie, shaking my head in amusement. “This is one of my weirder experiences,” I told them.
“It’s only weird if it doesn’t work,” quipped Anastasia.
“Good try,” said Blake, snorting.
“Hey, that was a good one.”
“It was better than usual,” Monroe said soothingly.
I realized there was a big, goofy grin on my face as I watched them.
“If Logan isn’t showing any red flags yet…it’ll just be a matter of time,” Blake said, some cookie crumbs falling out of her mouth as she talked.
I went to shake my head again…and then stopped.
“Oooh…Rookie’s already showing his game, isn’t he?” Anastasia asked.
I smirked, miming zipping my lips.
“We’ll get your secrets out soon, Calloway,” Blake teased, getting up from her seat and walking over to a box on one of the empty seats. “Speaking of secrets, evidently the guys had something made for us, but I wasn’t allowed to open the box until we were on the plane.”
Blake opened it and pulled out a blue T-shirt with the Dallas Knights logo on it. “They want us to wear these instead of jerseys?” she asked, sounding confused as she turned it around.
A bark of laughter reverberated through the plane as she stared at the shirt.
“What is it?” Monroe asked, craning her neck to see.
Blake’s smile was huge as she turned the shirt around to the back whereStanley Cupcakewas written on top of Ari’s number.
“I guess we finally have a name, girls,” Monroe laughed as Blake began to pass out the shirts.
There was even one for me.
I’d never been more proud to be a part of something as I pulled on myStanley Cupcakeshirt and snacked on chocolate chip cookies and lemonade for the rest of the flight with the girls who might actually be…my friends.
CHAPTER23
LOGAN
Igrabbed her tits, pushing them together, nice and tight around my dick. My hips thrust in a frenzied, frantic rhythm as I fucked her breasts.
We had just a couple of minutes before I was due on the bus that would take us back to the team plane. But there was no way my dick could handle waiting to celebrate a Game Six win for when we got back to Dallas. Two straight wins meant we were going to Game Seven. So, celebrations were in order. Her cunt was my favorite part of her, but seeing her breasts in that tight t-shirt…well, I’d found myself doing this.
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