A Sporting Good Night

*Although persons portrayed in this story are real, this work is purely a work of fiction*

I first met Darcy when a friend of mine introduced us. Darcy is a hockey player and my friend is a season ticket holder and booster club member. He was the last player I met, and the sweetest; not to mention the sexiest!

We made small talk for a little while, then of his teammates, Mark, joined us. The three of us chatted for a few minutes then Darcy asked me if I wanted to leave; the place WAS a bit of a madhouse so I agreed. Mark said he would see us later and headed over to another teammate.

As we made our way up the wide stairwell of the arena, I asked what was next on the agenda. "Well, I'd like a drink," answered Darcy, "but I'm not really up for a bar," he added quickly, seeing me wince. "My place is up the way just a bit," he added. Mark and I agreed that it sound much better than a noisy crowded bar.

We walked in silence for about 5 minutes, it was a bit chilly that night, and as I like to dress up, even for hockey games, I was a bit underdressed for the early spring chill; especially at 11:30 pm. Darcy stopped in front of a brick building and unlocked the door.

He led me into the apartment and told me to make myself comfortable. I headed for the plush love seat near the window. Darcy came in with a bottle of sweet red wine and two glasses. He sat down next to me on the loveseat, and gently turned me so I could lean against him.

We sat in silence for a moment until Darcy went to the CD player and turn it on. Immediately the opening strains of "Only Time" by Enya softly filled the room. Darcy turned me further and put his lips near my right ear. "Why so tense beautiful?" I responded that I was not in the habit of accompanying strangers home, even hockey players. He laughed softly and told me not to worry about it, he wasn't really in the habit of bringing strange girls home, "Even the beautiful ones like you."

He put his hands on my shoulders, causing me to jump. "Relax," he whispered in my ear. "I just want to get some of the kinks in your shoulders and neck out." He started kneading my tense muscles, and slowly the tension drained away. He moved one hand from my and brought it up to caress my cheek and the side of my neck.

I leaned back till I was laying in his arms. He brought his hand up to my cheek again, and softly caressed it. Then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. He looked into my eyes and asked if he could kiss me. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and gently pulled his head down.

When his lips met mine, I knew what people meant when they talked about fireworks. I had kissed quite a few men before, but never was it like this. A guttural groan escaped Darcy's throat and he pulled away from me slightly. He lifted me slightly and got up from the loveseat. He took me by my hand and pulled me to my feet.

He led me into his bedroom, and over to the bed. We lay down on the bed, me on my back, and him lying over top of me. He leaned his head down and kissed me again. Deeper and hotter this time. His tongue thrust into my mouth and stroked mine hotly, wetly.

I moaned and arched my hips, bring my pelvis up to meet his, feeling his rock hard cock straining against his pants. He rubbed against me making me moan again. He stopped kissing me and sat up. He pulled me up with him and tugged my sweater up and over my head revealing my black lace bra.

He reached up and cupped my breasts, teasing the nipples, making me cry out with pleasure. I reached over and tugged his shirt from the waistband of his pants. He stood up and removed the shirt and undid his belt. I took over then and his pants and silk boxers quickly hit the floor. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my slacks and slowly slid them down.

I pulled him back onto the bed with me and straddled him. In a lightning fast move, he rolled me over and captured my wrists, holding them lightly above my head. He recaptured my lips with his, and, holding my wrists with one powerful hand, teased my wetness with his dick. I moaned and begged him to fuck me.

"Are you sure you want it baby?" he asked. "Oh God YES!!" I cried. "Please fuck me now!" He slowly slid his dick down into position at the entrance to my soaking pussy. With one gentle thrust he was inside me, all the way to the hilt. God he felt good! He wasn't overly long, maybe 6.5 inches, but he was very thick which stretched my hole pleasantly.

He fucked me gently at first, kissing me all the while. As we both came closer to our peak, he increased the tempo. Then he was pounding me, harder and faster, sliding in and out of my wet hole, until with a cry he started to cum. Feeling his hot load spilling into me triggered my own climax and I spasmed under him, digging my fingernails into his back.

After our orgasm, we curled up next to each other, breathing heavily until we fell asleep. In the morning, he asked me if I wanted to go watch his practice. I agreed, and went along. What happened after that is another story entirely though...