Chapter 1

Brad stepped onto the clean sheet of ice as the Falcons began their ritual pre-game warm-up. They gathered at their end of the rink to do their stretches, followed by light skating drills, and finally warm-up shots for their two goalies.

He stretched and moved his right shoulder, which was deeply bruised during his only Senators training camp game. He was released from training camp and sent back to the Falcons for rehab and to play in the OHL season.

Brad received words of encouragement from Coach Clouson and the staff about his play actions despite being behind in his conditioning from his liver operation. Though disappointed with his injury, to further impress the coaching staff, he was still looking forward to a great season as the Falcons’ captain and hopefully making the Senators next season.

Jake and Scott were cut from the Senators a week after Brad’s injury. Derek and Peter were sent down to Binghampton with the B-Sens until September 25th. The Falcons now have a full and healthy line-up to vie for the Memorial Cup they won two seasons ago.

Abby was constantly by his side through his rehab, teasingly rubbing her bare tits or pussy against his injured shoulder. She’d rub her pussy against him until she came, massage her cum juices into his shoulder, and then they’d fuck.

As the players took shots at the goalies, Brad would slap his stick on the ice to signal a change to skating. While waiting for his turn to shoot a puck, he allowed his thoughts to wander to the fans. He noticed his love standing at the glass by the player’s bench, her low-cut top always teasing him with a view of her breasts.

Today they were playing the Windsor Spitfires. The usual game time of 7:05 was moved up to 2 PM to accommodate the visiting team, which had to travel to Ottawa for a game against the 67s on Sunday.

Many young fans, boys and girls, brought homemade signs showing support for the team or certain players. Brad noticed a bright fluorescent yellow poster that a girl wearing a Falcon’s sweater was holding against the glass. In each corner was his number, 27, and it read in bold lettering, ‘Today is my birthday. Will you be my present?’

The pretty-looking girl, Brad, who figured to be thirteen or fourteen, smiled as he skated to her and stopped. She turned around to show him his sweater, name, and number on the back. She pointed to the sign, hoping he’d agree.

It was difficult to talk and hear over the loud pre-game rock music. “Happy Birthday! How old are you?”

“Thank you, Brad! I’m fourteen, and I’d like you to be my birthday present!” He skated to where the players’ bench ended by the glass, and she hurried to meet him. He noticed that two of her friends followed her. “Can you sign the front of my hockey sweater?” She asked.

Brad looked at this young teen, who had obvious bumps that revealed growing breasts. “I can’t do that, but I’ll sign the back of it if I haven’t already. If I’m one of the three stars of the game, I’ll give you a Falcons T-shirt as a birthday present.”

Brad was surprised by her bold comment. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Diane.”

“That’s my sister’s name too. Happy birthday, Diane. If I score a goal, I’ll give you the puck.”

Abby came to see Brad and the girls; they noticed her, and they left. “It looks like you have a young admirer,” she smiled, looking back at them.

“Did you see what her poster read?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I wonder what she’d do to have you as her birthday present?”

“That’s all I’d need—to be with three giggly girls.”