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Chapter 24: Kyle - Hockey Night in Nashville
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 24: Kyle - Hockey Night in Nashville - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? A collaborative writing project written from multiple character perspectives.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
Author’s Note: There’s a reason we still have the slow tag on this story. This is a plot chapter and a long one. I hope you enjoy it though because it was lot of fun to write and I feel deepens the group dynamics. It also feels appropriate to be publishing during the playoffs. I did take some creative liberty here - while the Predators did knock the Blues out of the 2017 playoffs they did not play on 11/16/17, which is the day we are currently on in TSP.
We re-entered the odd neighborhood where Allie lived and pulled into Allie’s driveway. To our surprise it was not just Reed who emerged from Allie’s front door, but Allie as well. She had a backpack with her and locked the door behind her. Obviously she was planning to come with us and likely stay the night again.
“Hey guys,” I called as the pair got into the back seat. I noticed both also had disposable cups and a bottle of wine. The implications were obvious. “Pretty sure open containers are illegal. If you want to be doing that shit while I drive you owe Lexi a cup.”
Allie laughed and handed her cup to Lexi. “I’ve always been more of a trashy drink from the bottle girl anyway,” she said with a giggle.
“There’s nothing trashy about drinking from the bottle,” Reed said.
That caught my attention. Reed despised not using proper stemware for wine and Champagne. Clearly Allie was causing something to happen with him.
“Erm, uh so I guess you’re partaking in another night away, Allie?” Lexi asked, trepidation in her voice.
“Uh yeah, I assume that’s ok?” Allie asked, suddenly tentative.
“Oh it totally is, just, well I guess I’ll just tell you guys. I got us tickets to tonight’s Predators game. It was going to be a surprise from me for the guys, but I only got three tickets,” Lexi explained.
“Well we can just get more,” Reed pointed out.
“But we might not be able to get four together...” Lexi trailed off, remembering we had practically unlimited funds when it came to expenditures like hockey tickets. She was still not as good at being rich as Reed.
“Right, good call. Let me see what I can find. Are you down for hockey, Allie?” Lexi asked.
“For sure! I only get to go to a few games a year when I can scrounge up some girlfriends, but I love the energy. My husband thinks hockey is lame. I think it’s mainly because it’s not football. Let me just go grab my Predators hoodie and some jeans, be right back!” The blonde hopped out and jogged back into her house.
“Did you have a pleasant afternoon?” I asked Reed, turning to look over my shoulder.
“Tremendous, Allie is an excellent ... conversationalist.” Reed was unable to keep himself from grinning. He really was taken by Allie.
“Good dirty talker then?” I guessed.
“Well I did actually enjoy talking with her, but uh yeah, tremendous,” Reed replied.
“Oh my God Ree Ree, you have a such a big pee pee!” Lexi called out in a mocking falsetto tone.
“Kyle, if this is the level of dirty talk you are getting may I recommend spending your evening with Jackie, I suspect you’ll find it quite an upgrade on this little strumpet,” Reed fired back, amused.
Before Lexi could continue the verbal jousting Allie re-joined us in the car and we got underway.
I noticed Allie chose the middle seat rather than the seat behind me. She seemed to naturally cuddle up next to Reed.
“You two aren’t going to fuck back there, are you?” Lexi said, flashing a naughty smile as she turned around.
“I don’t know,” Allie said with a teasing grin. “We might.”
“Let’s go,” Reed said. “I’m ready.”
Everyone laughed, my eyes widened a touch as I saw Reed’s hand move between Allie’s legs in the rearview mirror. She wore a short skirt. We heard a small gasp - was Reed actually fingering Allie right behind us?
“You two,” Lexi said, “are absolutely insatiable.” She laughed, but she also couldn’t take her eyes off Allie.
Reed and Allie seemed to think better of taking things too far but I detected a slight scent of female arousal that I was pretty sure wasn’t coming from Lexi.
“Fucking score!” Lexi exclaimed a few minutes later. “You guys aren’t going to believe this, the four seats directly in front of the three I bought just went on sale!”
“Oh wow, that’s insane timing, grab ‘em!” I said.
“Yeah, I bet the Sigma Sluts would be totally down to join us if we want to keep all seven seats,” Allie said. “Uh, I mean assuming that’s ok.”
“Oh more than ok, that would be tremendous. I like those girls,” Lexi said. She tapped a few buttons, dug out her credit card and confirmed we now had a nice little block of seven seats together. Lexi had Rose’s number, while Allie had Brandi and Jackie’s. They coordinated to make a group chat with all seven of us and extended the invitation to the other girls to come to the game. The confirmation came through shortly that the trio was in.
“Fuck yeah, this is going to be awesome!” Lexi exclaimed. She was excited. “Oooo, little more just leaked out.” She clapped her hand to her mouth, realizing we were no longer alone in the car.
“Oh no, Alexis, is your incontinence back?” Reed asked, failing to contain his laughter at his own joke.
I caught Allie’s eye in the rearview mirror. She looked confused.
“This is normal for them, Allie,” I explained. “You should have heard them while you ran inside.”
“I don’t get it, what’s leaking then?” Allie asked.
I glanced over at Lexi, she was bright red. I decided to enjoy this a little bit. “We decided we should test out how outdoor sex felt if we’re going to buy a country place. Lexi here, has been teasing me since as my, uh, spend leaks out. Unfortunately for her, she forgot she is now in polite company in her excitement. I believe this is called karma.”
Reed was dying with laughter by the time I was done. Allie blinked once, needing a moment to comprehend, then chuckled herself. “Oh my, you two are naughty after all,” the blonde said.
“Surely you didn’t think Reed’s friends were little angels now then, did you?” I asked.
Allie laughed again. “I suppose I should have known better. That is kind of hot Lexi, I like feeling a little naughty and dirty sometimes. I’m not wearing any panties you know.”
“Which, really, begs the question Reed, if you’re such a big man why did you not give Allie a big enough load so we can be sisters in dirty naughtiness?” Lexi asked.
“So I don’t wish to confuse your small brain with too much anatomical mumbo jumbo, Alexis, but there are some basic differences in the function of the vagina and anus,” Reed said smugly, revealing what he and Allie had been up to. I glanced at Allie in the mirror. Her cheeks pinkened slightly.
“Allie! You’re a bad girl too! I knew we would make good friends!” Lexi said. Her embarrassment was gone and her excitement was back. “This is going to be a super fun night!”
The discussion for the rest of the drive was much more PG-13, with Allie and Lexi discussing where and when we should leave for the hockey game.
By the time we got back to the rental Lexi was energy personified. The tiny force of nature I had always found so attractive. We found the Sigma Sluts lazing about on the living room couches, still in the lounge clothes from that morning.
“Come on bitches, get changed! It’s hockey night. It’ll be a little chilly in the arena, you want hoodies or something a little bit warmer like a turtleneck! We’re rolling in 30!”
“Wooo, this is going to be fucking fantastic!” Allie whooped, backing up Lexi’s demands before anybody could protest. One by one I noticed the other girls smiling. This was the kind of energy they thrived on.
“And go put on some pants you ridiculous slut or you’re going to freeze your cooch off in there,” Lexi instructed the bubbly blonde. Allie giggled as she disappeared down the hall.
Lexi and I took a quick shower, but there was none of the excessive touching that typically characterized our showers: we were on a mission.
Lexi dressed in a long sleeve black thermal shirt and leggings then put on a red Blackhawks jersey that was long enough to serve as a dress.
“You know I would have brought the Hawks hoodie you gave me for Christmas last year if I’d known we were doing this,” I told Lexi.
“I got you bro.” Lexi pulled the garment out of her luggage and tossed it to me.
“You sneaky little slut, you’re the absolute best,” I told her and gave her a kiss before slipping it on.
“Oooo, enemy colors,” Allie noted once we got back downstairs.
“Ok so Lexi is, by nature, a troll, but I do want to give her credit here. She probably watches 70 Hawks games a year. She’s legit, not just trolling wearing that thing,” I told the assembled group. I would know. I had probably watched 50 of those games with her last season.
“What the hell is this? We’re going to a hockey game, not a cocktail bar,” Lexi demanded, gesturing at Reed, Rose and Brandi. The trio were dressed in more formal attire. Jackie got a pass because she was wearing a University of Kentucky sweatshirt.
“Uh we packed for a bachelorette, not a hockey game,” Rose pointed out.
“Ok whatever, first stop, team store, leave those ridiculous clothes here,” Lexi instructed.
The trio removed their outer layers as Reed whined about ‘pint-sized dictators.’ Jackie decided she liked the idea of being in team gear too and took off her hoodie.
We set off at a brisk pace for the arena so the four that were wearing just t-shirts would not get too cold. Once we got to the team store at the arena Brandi and Reed went to check out the hoodies along with Allie, but Jackie and Rose were intrigued by the jerseys.
“Which players make sense for us?” Rose asked.
“Well, it kind of depends on what you want,” Lexi explained. “Franchise icon goalie who is the backbone of the team, flashy defenseman who takes big risks and infuriates opponents, or ice cold hotshot young forward sniper.”
“Oh I think ice cold sniper fits me after the last 24 hours!” Jackie exclaimed and pulled a jersey off the rack to hold up to herself.
“I like the idea of an iconic player, that’s like so cool,” Rose said and grabbed a jersey for the goalie.
“Honestly, great choices, and I don’t like the Preds at all,” Lexi said. She insisted on paying and soon Jackie and Rose were in their new gold-colored jerseys.
We found Reed and Brandi in their new Predators hoodies. “Fuck yeah, now we look like we’re ready for a goddamn hockey game!” Lexi exclaimed. We got a store associate to snap a picture of the seven of us before leaving the store.
Allie had done a little research on our drive back downtown and identified one of the Broadway bars she thought would be ideal for pregame drinks. Arm in arm, she and Lexi led our group back out into the chilly evening for the brief walk. It struck me how yesterday Lexi was a little intimidated by all this chaos, but reframed with the excitement of hockey and a new friend in Allie, she was embracing it.
The atmosphere at the bar Allie had picked out was perfect. There was live music, but it was acoustic country that made conversation possible. The crowd was a roughly equal three-way split between obvious hockey fans in their Preds gear, tourists, and locals. A true melting pot. This was Allie’s domain now and she led us to the bar. Thankfully since she and Lexi were the ringleaders we got tequila shots instead of Fireball to kick off the night.
Lexi had ordered everyone a Molson as a follow up, insisting real hockey fans drank beer, despite her love of wine. She was truly in her element now.
There were three open seats at the bar and a small high top table placed behind it was open. The Sigma Sluts naturally gravitated towards the table. To my surprise Reed joined them, leaving Lexi, Allie and I to claim the three seats at the bar. We had barely settled in when a well put together guy who I guessed was in his early 40’s politely asked Lexi if he could squeeze past her to order. She politely scooted her stool over to afford him some room.
“Bold move wearing that sweater in a Preds bar,” he commented.
“Imagine it does make all of you Preds fans jealous wondering what it’s like to root for a team that’s actually won the cup,” Lexi fired back.
The guy laughed. “Touche, seems like you know a little bit about hockey,” he said, curiously.
“A trifling amount. You really think you can make another deep playoff run hiding how shitty your third defensive pairing is?” Lexi asked.
“Huh, sounds like you you do know your stuff,” the man said. Before I knew it Lexi and the guy were deep in discussion about potential trade scenarios and the weaknesses of both the Preds’ and the Hawks’ rosters.
Allie tugged at my arm and I turned my attention to her. “Isn’t this like, making you jealous?” she asked in a whisper.
“Uh, no, should it be? They’re just talking hockey, it’s cool,” I replied, genuinely surprised. “I know it decently from watching a lot with Lex, but not on her level.”
“Oh, uh, cool I guess. I just know Garrison would lose his mind if I talked to a guy like that,” Allie said.
“About hockey? I mean, come on, you gotta admit that’s kind of ridiculous,” I said.
Allie regarded me for a minute, I couldn’t quite figure out what she was thinking. “I wish I had met more guys like you before I met Garrison,” she said simply, then turned and took a sip of her beer.
Allie and I talked shop since our jobs had some overlap, while Lexi debated the finer points of deploying your checking line with her new friend. I enjoyed talking to Allie, she had more depth than I realized.
As a group we went through another round of beers before it was time to walk back to the arena for the 7 PM puck drop. All of us were in a good mood with a good buzz going.
We made it through security and split up. The Sigmas were assigned to drinks, Reed and Allie to snacks, and Lexi wanted to do a circuit around the concourse to check out the arena. I volunteered to keep her company, naturally.
Lexi grabbed my hand to hold as we walked. “This is awesome, I missed going to NHL games living in Houston. This atmosphere is exhilarating,” Lexi said.
“For sure, this is really fun and I like seeing you in your element. Very cool,” I told her.
“Thanks for being supportive and being my wingman.” Lexi grabbed the drawstrings of my hoodie and tugged lightly as she stood on her tiptoes. I leaned down and kissed her. It was just a quick peck, anything more in the middle of the concourse would have been rude, but the expression in her eyes promised me this night would end with fun.
The seven of us met back up on the concourse above our section. The Sigmas handed out the drinks they had purchased: six beers and one giant plastic hockey stick filled with swirled blue and yellow margarita for Reed. He looked slightly dismayed when handed the drink, while the rest of us laughed.
“What? You said you liked margaritas,” Brandi teased.
“I said I loved sipping margaritas on the beach, not whatever ode to artificial food colorings this garish monstrosity is,” Reed replied, although his voice was amused. I noticed Lexi smiling at the Sigma trio approvingly, it felt like a ‘welcome to the club’ moment.
“Well if you need help finishing it, we’re happy to help. If there’s one thing Sigma Sluts are good at, it’s helping a guy finish,” Brandi deadpanned. We all laughed at her crude joke.
We descended to the seats and settled in, Allie and I in the back row with Lexi between us with the Sigmas and Reed directly in front of us. In this formation it was easiest for Lexi to talk to the whole group, but especially the four in the row in front who knew little about hockey. We began passing around the snacks Reed and Allie had purchased - popcorn and nachos. Classics.
“Damn, these are great seats, Lex,” I commented.
“I mean, wanted to give you guys a good taste of hockey since it’s your first time, wasn’t planning on having five first timers though! I’m stoked you all decided to come!”
“Oh thanks for having us! This whole deal is so cool, this kind of energy is so our scene. This is like going to a ‘Cats game at Rupp, but more of a party atmosphere, it’s awesome!” Jackie said excitedly.
During the pre-game Lexi explained to the others the basics of positions, line changes and how we could expect to see some pretty intense play tonight. The Predators’ opponent, St. Louis, had been knocked out of the playoffs the previous season at the hands of Nashville in a series that had featured some bad blood. Some of those scores could be settled tonight.
It was obvious from the first shift that Lexi’s prediction was correct. One of St. Louis’ big forwards delivered a hard hit on Nashville’s star defenseman as he tried to move the puck. The crowd booed and hissed. Lexi explained the nuances to the group.
A few minutes later a net front scuffle broke out after the St. Louis goalie covered a puck.
“Whoa, fight!” Brandi yelled.
“Oh honey, that’s not a little fight, that’s just making friends,” Lexi told her.
A few light jabs and a headlock after another dead puck got one player from each team sent to the penalty boxes, which were near us, for roughing. We noticed some Predators fans heckling the St. Louis player in the box and joined in, led by Jackie.
“What are the rules of roughing?” Allie asked. “It seems like there’s roughing all the time.”
“It’s kind of a broad definition, it’s more of just a tool for the refs to calm things down when the kerfuffles are getting out of control,” Lexi said.
“Tell them your name for it,” I encouraged, poking Lexi.
“When I was teaching Ky about hockey I told him ‘roughing’ is polite shorthand for ‘being a fucking cunt’,” Lexi explained. The group laughed and Brandi directed a foul-mouthed insult at the St. Louis player in the penalty box using the new term.
In the ensuing 4-on-4 sequence Nashville got the first goal when their star young forward fired his trademark wrist shot top shelf. Jackie, who had picked his jersey, went wild. Not that the rest of the crowd was quiet.
“Holy shit, Lex. I know we’ve watched a ton of games on TV, but in person this is incredible! It’s so fast paced, so intense and so physical. It’s like fucking war on ice!” I exclaimed during the second stoppage for a TV timeout of the period.