Free Delayed Penalty by Shey Stahl Page B

glass, getting their teeth knocked out, having the shit beat out of them by hits to the face with pucks, sticks, elbows, and then score a goal.
    In between the physically demanding prowess of the game there was a skillful presence and the crafty strategies of the sport we loved.
    With all that came the endurance, an endurance most women couldn't keep up with.
    I was twenty years old and had pussy whenever I wanted it. I had one regular, but it wasn't like we were dating. We never had that kind of relationship.
    There were plenty of times throughout the season and off season I got my dick wet with the willing puck bunnies that pressed against the glass, but I never made a habit out of it.
    Callie, on the other hand, she was a friend. Not a girlfriend by any means, but I'd taken her out a few times and tangled in the sheets more times than I could count.
    She was a goddamn freak in bed, too. I'd show up at practice with a swollen lip, and it hadn't been from the game.
    Callie was also a regular with a few other guys, too, so it wasn't like she was looking to settle down. I dug that because it was just like me. Shoving guys into the boards all night and roughing them up left me amped at times. That game against Minnesota Wild left me that way. It was the way of the game, and before long we found ourselves unwinding at a club downtown. Though I wasn't twenty-one, that night it wasn't questioned. Liquor flowed, and soon I found myself with a girl on my lap and then my mouth all over her, trying to forget. I thought maybe this time I could finish. Back at my condo, yes, I said my condo, with her head in my lap, I still couldn't get off, and I was getting kind of pissed. The chick was, too, and ended up leaving. I couldn't blame her.
    It was unlike me to bring her back to my place, but I thought that if I was at home, maybe it wouldn't be so bad and I could relax. Nope. Nothing changed.
    So not only did I hyperventilate during sex, now it wasn't fucking working. I was pissed.
    Still horny, I tried calling Callie, thinking if anyone could get me to relax it would be her.
    It didn't work. We went at it for something like forty-five minutes, tried everything, and I still couldn't get off. My mind kept going back to Ami and that night. I need that little gadget in those Men in Black movies where they erased your memory. I really needed that little device.
    "You want me to try sucking your dick?" Callie asked.
    I laughed, my movements stopping. She was always so crass. "That's okay. I'm good."
    Callie rolled to the side and then completely off of me. "You kind of suck right now."
    "Sorry." I really was because I really wanted to get off. Like I said, it was pissing me off.
    Callie grabbed her phone beside my bed and sent someone a text when I went to the bathroom. I came back, put on a pair of sweatpants, and noticed Callie was on my couch now, smiling, phone in hand, and it dawned on me. Her big chocolate brown eyes always gave her away. "You tell Leo and I will kick your ass, Cal."
    Callie smiled and I knew she'd already dished the dirt on me to him.
    "You little fucking brat." Taking a seat next to her, I reached for the remote to the television, wondering how much he already knew.
    "I'm sorry. He asked, and Leo is kind of sneaky when it comes to getting things out of people."
    "Why do you tell him everything?" I looked at her out of my corner of my eye. "Why would he ask that?"
    She shrugged as though I shouldn't care and snuggled into my side. "Let's order Chinese."
    We ate, I explained my problem to her, she laughed some more, and teased me, which only added to me being pissed off at the situation instead of helping me.
    "You should be talking me through this shit as my friend."
    "Hey, I never claimed to be that kind of friend." Callie rolled her eyes, tucking her legs up on the couch. She got comfortable and twirled her fork in the container of noodles. "We fuck. That's usually all we do. Since when do you want advice from