This is the beginning to a much longer story that will need a few parts. Part 1 is mostly just set up, but hopefully leaves you wanting to hear the rest. I know that I was finding it hard not to touch myself just reliving the experience. Enjoy.
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I was 19 and in my second year playing junior hockey. Since this is a true story and I believe she still is married, I will not disclose real names or locations…hockey is a small, tight-knit community.
In junior hockey, you are typically playing in an area that is not close to your home. Because of this, players are generally put up by the team with willing families in the area that host the local teams’ players for the season. We would have a bedroom there; they would feed us and essentially be our family away from home throughout the season.
My first year I was living with an older couple who had two sons a bit younger than me and it was nice, but fairly boring. They were pretty strict and I was new in the league so I stayed fairly tame and abided by the rules.
My second year was a different story. In my first season, I played well and earned my respect on the team. As I got more comfortable with the coaches and my teammates, I was going out more and having a bit more fun. My host family was also more laid back this time around. They were a married couple, still fairly young in their mid 40s and without children. The husband was a medical sales rep and made enough for the wife to stay at home. She occasionally worked at a small shop her friend owned to help her out and keep her from boredom at the house.
At 19 and playing higher level hockey, I was pretty fit at the time. My host parents were also both in good shape. The wife, we will call her Marisa, was about 5’5” and toned with a smaller chest, I’d guess Bs, but a big firm ass. We lived in the northern US and it wasn’t sunny a lot so she was kind of pale but with brown hair down to her mid-back and bright green eyes. I found her wildly attractive, but didn’t make any advances because I did not want to ruin my situation. They were cool and left me alone for the most part, even allowing me to have drinks and people over occasionally.
Every now and again she would catch me coming out of the shower with my towel around my waist and I caught her make some glimpses but nothing I thought was too egregious or forward. In fairness, I would also take my peeks when I had the chance. She did a lot of yoga and was always coming and going in her sports bra and leggings.
My story begins on a weekend near the holidays. Our team had a home game on a Friday night and the rest of the weekend and the following week off to travel home to see our families. My flight home wasn’t until Sunday late afternoon and a bunch of the guys were planning on having a party on Friday night after the game. Marisa’s husband had just left for a work conference in Florida for the weekend. On my way out of the door to head to the rink, I was in my suit and right before I left, she asked what my plans for the weekend were. I told her about the party after the game and how I would probably just lay around on Saturday knowing I’d be hungover. She didn’t say much, just that she didn’t have any plans and that she would be home. I thought nothing of it, grabbed my bag with clothes for the party after the game and left.
That night we had our party, nothing special came of it and just like everyone else there, I ended up getting more drunk than I planned on. The party was winding down, it was around 2-3am and I was fucked up. A lot of people had already passed out around the house and I couldn’t find a bed or couch to sleep on and didn’t want to sleep on the floor. I knew I couldn’t drive so I did what my host parents told me I could if I found myself in this situation…call them for a ride. I called Marisa and luckily she picked up. She sounded aggravated at first for me waking her up so late, but then a bit relieved I called instead of doing something stupid.
In the time it took her to get there, I remember opening another beer and doing another shot of tequila. I must have blacked out because I don’t remember anything else until I woke up in my bed at my house the next morning. When I pulled the covers off of me, I saw that I was only wearing my hoodie from the night before and underwear. A tight pair of thin, grey boxer briefs. At the party I was wearing jeans that were tight on my thighs and a hoodie. I couldn’t remember the ride home so don’t believe I would have had the presence of mind to undress before passing out. Also, because it was so cold out in the northern US in the winter, I usually wore sweatpants to bed. I had never gone to bed in just my underwear if I was alone.
My head was pounding at this point and I needed some water and ibuprofen, so I got out of bed and slipped into some sweatpants and changed my hoodie, the one I had on reeked of alcohol. Once dressed, I went downstairs to the kitchen where I found Marisa sitting at the breakfast nook in her robe and drinking coffee, reading the newspaper. When she saw me enter the kitchen she let out a cheery “good morning drunkie” with a big smile. I remembered I had called her for a ride but nothing after.
I mustered out a groan followed by “morning, my head is pounding.”
“I figured it might be, you were exceptionally drunk last night.”
“Yeah, I can feel it. Thanks again for coming to get me, I really appreciate it. Do you think you could drop me off at my car later?”
Marisa got up from her stool and came around into the kitchen, opened a cupboard grabbing a bottle of advil. She took three pills out and handed them to me. “Of course, I don’t have any plans today so just let me know when you’re ready.”
I took the pills, filled a glass full of water and sat down at the kitchen table. I had already forgotten that I ended up in bed wearing underwear, but was soon reminded when she sat back down on her stool and swiveled around to face my direction. “I didn’t think you’d be comfortable wearing those tight jeans to bed so I helped you out of them, I hope you don’t mind. You were too drunk for me to help you into sweats so I just let you pass out.”
I didn’t mind, but certainly curious now. She had always been appropriate before and so had I, but did anything weird happen? I wasn’t sure and didn’t know if I wanted to find out so I was planning on leaving it alone. I had to remind myself that I had it good here, and if I wanted to come back next year that I probably should let it go. “No worries. I appreciate everything you did. Hopefully I didn’t upset you by waking you up.”
“Not at all sweetie, I told you to call if you ever needed help. I’m glad you did.” She got up and went to put her mug in the sink. “I’m going to yoga here in a few minutes, you should come. A good sweat will help you get over that hangover.”
I gave her a disgusted look, “no thanks, that’s the last thing I want to do right now. I need a shower and a nap.”
“Suit yourself.” She turned and went up the stairs, emerging a couple minutes later in her leggings and a sports bra. This time felt a little different to me though and I couldn’t tell if it was the hangover or not, but as she approached the door and grabbed her shoes, she turned away from me and bent over, popping her big ass up in the air right in my direction. I had never seen a woman take so long to tie her shoes and couldn’t help but stare. When she finally came back up, she grabbed her jacket and threw it on. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”
I had looked away just in time before she noticed me basically drooling, “yeah, I’m sure.”
She grabbed her purse and went to open the door to the garage, “that’s too bad, there are a lot of pretty girls there. You could wear those tight underwear and have a girlfriend before the first water break.” She gave me a seductive wink and walked out the door.
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