Nef’s POV
I sat on my bed looking at my phone. He hung up on me. He was mad and hung up on me. Mad at me for what? That I hadn’t called him since Saturday night? Well excuse me. I didn’t intend to get my purse snatched or to come home to find my car stolen. I went to my parents’ house on Sunday and forgot to bring my phone. While I was at work on Monday the damn thing died and I couldn’t call him. Excuse me for having to take care of this shit and not having time to call him.
What had crawled up his ass and put him in a bad mood?
Tuesday morning while I was at work I got a call from Officer Peterson.
“We found your car. It was on a street in Dover.”
Delaware? Really? That’s random. He told me that it was at the police impound just outside of Dover waiting to be processed. It didn’t look like entry had been forced or anything had been removed but they couldn’t assume anything. He told me that I would get a call when I could come and pick it up.
A few hours later I got a call from a Dover police station saying that they had apprehended the person who had stolen my car.
“Ma’am,” the officer said, “The suspect said that she knew you. She called in the car stolen this morning but we had already had a report about your missing car so we went and picked her up. She had personal details about you.”
Huh? What the hell?
“Nef, it’s Stephanie.” The officer had put the phone on speaker.
You have to be kidding me.
“Steph? You took my car?”
It turned out that Steph had taken my car. She and Terry had been arguing all night. He stormed out of our place and jumped in his car. Instead of driving back to his apartment he went home to Dover. Steph had gone into my room and took my keys. She didn’t have her own car so she jumped into mine.
“So you took my car without my permission and drove to Delaware?”
“You said to go into your room and grab your keys—“
“To come and pick me up from the hospital! Not to chase after your boyfriend!”
I was angry. I wanted to choke her. She couldn’t come and pick me up from the hospital after my purse was stolen but she could take my car to Delaware.
“That was Saturday night. It’s Tuesday. Why didn’t you call or text me? Why did you disappear for almost three days with my car?”
I told the officer that Stephanie was my roommate and that I did in fact know who she was. I didn’t however give her permission to take my car across state lines. I didn’t give her permission to have my car at all. Once I got off the phone with the police I called Jesse. She agreed to ride up with me to Dover to pick up my car. I still had my mom’s car.
I left work early and Jesse and I drove up to the police impound in Dover. I was able to pick up my car with little hassle. We then drove to Baltimore to drop off my mom’s car. On the drive I told Jesse about the conversation…or lack thereof with Sasha.
“You guys had a nothing fight.”
A fight about absolutely nothing. A bullshit fight. By the time Jesse and I got back home it was late. I called out from work the next day because in all the insanity of the past few days I had gotten the chance to study too much for the final I had on Thursday. I lived in the library Wednesday and Thursday leading up to my exam. I had already finished the paper for my other graduate class so all that was left to do was turn it in.
When Steph came back from Dover I didn’t say a word to her. I was able to pick up my car with little hassle but Jesse and I didn’t go to the police station to get her. We left her to call her parents to bail her out. We would have to go to court and I had to decide if I was going to press charges or not.
On Friday the Caps played the Canucks and The Oilers on Saturday. I still hadn’t talked to Sasha. I hadn’t had much time to call him and I honestly didn’t want to deal with his pissy attitude. This week had been trying enough. I just really needed time to relax and decompress.
I made plans to go to a spa in DC with my mom. My mom and I had always been close. I mean she and I were the only girls in a house full of boys.
"So tell me about this boy you have been seeing."
"His name is Alexander ahd he's from Siberia."
"A Russian? Where did you meet him?"
"At the Season Ticket Holders Party back in September."
My mom looked confused. She knew exactly nothing about hockey. In all the years that my dad and I had been watching she'd never gotten into it.
"The hockey tickets that dad buys. They're called season tickets because they're tickets to all the home games of the season."
"Ohhhhh. Okay. I get it."
By the time we left the spa my mother told me that she wanted to meet him. I had to bring him over for dinner one evening.
"We'll see. He travels a lot for work."
I didn't tell her that he was a player because she would run back and tell my father. I wanted to be the one to break the news to him. He wouldn't be happy about it. He was a firm believer that professional athletes were bad boys, no matter what their media image said.
"I'll call you after I talk to him about it."
I wasn't sure when I would talk to Sasha. It hand been almost a week since out nothing fight and we hadn't talked to each other.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Chapter 15 - Murphy's Law
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.
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Pete and I searched every inch of the parking lot and we couldn’t find my car. We walked back to my apartment and called the police. It was Officer Peterson again. He was laughing at having to see me a second time.
“My car is missing,” I said as he stepped out of his cruiser.
“Have you searched the parking lot?”
“Twice.”
Tonight just wasn’t my night. Officer Peterson and I searched the parking lot again just to be sure that Pete and I hadn’t missed it. It was in fact gone. I gave him all the details on my car: the make and model, the tag number, color, and I gave him the OnStar information. My dad had insisted that my mom and I get OnStar for our cars. He said that we needed the protection.
“Sorry for your night Ma’am,” he said as he completed the paperwork. He had been the bright spot of the night. He was sweet.
We were sitting in the front of his cruiser to get out of the cold December air. I couldn’t help but laugh. If I didn’t laugh I might cry.
“I’m glad you find this funny,” I said as he made the fourth or fifth joke about me and Murphy’s Law.
After the report was completed I went back to my apartment and told Pete that he could go home. I crawled into bed beside a passed out Jesse and went to sleep.
Sasha’s POV
I woke up Sunday morning before practice and realized Nef hadn’t called me back. I had waited up until about 2 am before I fell asleep. We had stayed the night in Toronto. We had practice today and then an evening flight to Colorado for a game on Tuesday. I thought that maybe she and Jesse had stayed out late and she forgot to call. I sent her a text asking if she was okay and then went to practice.
After practice I checked my phone but there were no missed calls or text messages. I didn’t want to call her in case she was hungover, but last night on the phone she didn’t seem to be drunk at all. Jesse sounded shit-faced though. Maybe Nef was too busy taking care of her to have time to call me back. By the time we landed in Colorado Nef still hadn’t called me so I called her. I didn’t get an answer so I left a voicemail.
“Hey Nef, we just landed in Colorado. Call me when you get the chance.”
Nef’s POV
I woke up sometime Sunday early Sunday and reached over to grab my phone. It wasn’t on the nightstand where I usually kept it. I sat up and realized I wasn’t in my bed. I was in Jesse’s bed.
“Stop moving,” she groaned, “I’ll throw up.”
She had a nasty hangover. I slipped from my bed and into the kitchen to get her something to drink and some aspirin. I grabbed the phone off the cradle on the Kitchen wall and dialed my parents. After dropping of the water and aspirin I went to the living room to talk to my parents and not bother Jesse.
“Hi Ommy. I’m Okay. I called because my purse was snatched last night and my car was stolen.”
That’s always a pleasant way to start off a conversation with your Mother. Of course she flipped out. She started speaking in fast Arabic to I assumed my dad.
“I’m fine,” I said. “No you and Baba don’t have to come down. Ommy…ommy…MOTHER WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!”
When I heard silence on the other end of the phone I said “I’m fine. I’ve already spoken to the police and filed a report on both incidents. There is nothing to do but wait. I’m at home with Jesse.”
“Your father and I are on our way. We’ll be there in an hour.”
Great. Just great. I love my parents. I really do but they have the slightest tendency to overreact when it comes to their children. I jumped in the shower and changed into some sweats. My parents actually made it to my apartment in about 35 minutes. My mother must have been driving.
“Are you okay?” She asked as she pulled me into a bear hug.
“Yes, Ommy. I’m fine.”
I told them all about what happened last night – what happened at the bar, what happened with Steph, and when I came home and found my car missing. I left out the part about Jesse being blackout drunk. They really didn’t need to know that. My dad asked to see the police reports so I went to my room to grab them.
I heard my phone beeping. They battery warning was up and I saw that it was about to die. I tossed it onto my bed and went back to my parents. My dad looked over the police reports and told me that there was also a low jack tracker in my car.
“You put a low jack tracking chip in my car in addition to OnStar?”
“Yes. It’s a good thing to have,” My dad said with a serious face.
“It’s overkill.”
My parents told me to come home for dinner and that I could borrow my dad’s car until mine was either found or replaced. I really wanted my car back and not stripped of all the parts.
Sasha’s POV
I called Nef again before I was about to go to bed. This time it went straight to voicemail. I instead of leaving another voicemail I hung up. I was a little annoyed that she hadn’t called or texted me. It wasn’t like her not to call me or send me a text message.
“You’re turning into a woman,” Ovie said to me.
When I woke up Monday morning Nef still hadn’t called me. What the hell was she doing that she couldn’t call me? Or at least send a text message to say “I made it home safely. I’m not dead in a ditch.” I wasn’t going to call her again. I had called her enough.
When she finally called me it was late Monday night.
“What?” I said into the phone.
“Hello? Sasha?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry for not calling you sooner. Things got a little crazy.”
“Oh okay.”
I didn’t say much on the phone. I was a little too annoyed with her.
“Are you okay?” She asked. “I can call you back if you’re busy.”
“No, don’t inconvenience yourself with calling me.”
“Huh? What?”
“I have to go, practice in the morning.” I hung up the phone.
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Pete and I searched every inch of the parking lot and we couldn’t find my car. We walked back to my apartment and called the police. It was Officer Peterson again. He was laughing at having to see me a second time.
“My car is missing,” I said as he stepped out of his cruiser.
“Have you searched the parking lot?”
“Twice.”
Tonight just wasn’t my night. Officer Peterson and I searched the parking lot again just to be sure that Pete and I hadn’t missed it. It was in fact gone. I gave him all the details on my car: the make and model, the tag number, color, and I gave him the OnStar information. My dad had insisted that my mom and I get OnStar for our cars. He said that we needed the protection.
“Sorry for your night Ma’am,” he said as he completed the paperwork. He had been the bright spot of the night. He was sweet.
We were sitting in the front of his cruiser to get out of the cold December air. I couldn’t help but laugh. If I didn’t laugh I might cry.
“I’m glad you find this funny,” I said as he made the fourth or fifth joke about me and Murphy’s Law.
After the report was completed I went back to my apartment and told Pete that he could go home. I crawled into bed beside a passed out Jesse and went to sleep.
Sasha’s POV
I woke up Sunday morning before practice and realized Nef hadn’t called me back. I had waited up until about 2 am before I fell asleep. We had stayed the night in Toronto. We had practice today and then an evening flight to Colorado for a game on Tuesday. I thought that maybe she and Jesse had stayed out late and she forgot to call. I sent her a text asking if she was okay and then went to practice.
After practice I checked my phone but there were no missed calls or text messages. I didn’t want to call her in case she was hungover, but last night on the phone she didn’t seem to be drunk at all. Jesse sounded shit-faced though. Maybe Nef was too busy taking care of her to have time to call me back. By the time we landed in Colorado Nef still hadn’t called me so I called her. I didn’t get an answer so I left a voicemail.
“Hey Nef, we just landed in Colorado. Call me when you get the chance.”
Nef’s POV
I woke up sometime Sunday early Sunday and reached over to grab my phone. It wasn’t on the nightstand where I usually kept it. I sat up and realized I wasn’t in my bed. I was in Jesse’s bed.
“Stop moving,” she groaned, “I’ll throw up.”
She had a nasty hangover. I slipped from my bed and into the kitchen to get her something to drink and some aspirin. I grabbed the phone off the cradle on the Kitchen wall and dialed my parents. After dropping of the water and aspirin I went to the living room to talk to my parents and not bother Jesse.
“Hi Ommy. I’m Okay. I called because my purse was snatched last night and my car was stolen.”
That’s always a pleasant way to start off a conversation with your Mother. Of course she flipped out. She started speaking in fast Arabic to I assumed my dad.
“I’m fine,” I said. “No you and Baba don’t have to come down. Ommy…ommy…MOTHER WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!”
When I heard silence on the other end of the phone I said “I’m fine. I’ve already spoken to the police and filed a report on both incidents. There is nothing to do but wait. I’m at home with Jesse.”
“Your father and I are on our way. We’ll be there in an hour.”
Great. Just great. I love my parents. I really do but they have the slightest tendency to overreact when it comes to their children. I jumped in the shower and changed into some sweats. My parents actually made it to my apartment in about 35 minutes. My mother must have been driving.
“Are you okay?” She asked as she pulled me into a bear hug.
“Yes, Ommy. I’m fine.”
I told them all about what happened last night – what happened at the bar, what happened with Steph, and when I came home and found my car missing. I left out the part about Jesse being blackout drunk. They really didn’t need to know that. My dad asked to see the police reports so I went to my room to grab them.
I heard my phone beeping. They battery warning was up and I saw that it was about to die. I tossed it onto my bed and went back to my parents. My dad looked over the police reports and told me that there was also a low jack tracker in my car.
“You put a low jack tracking chip in my car in addition to OnStar?”
“Yes. It’s a good thing to have,” My dad said with a serious face.
“It’s overkill.”
My parents told me to come home for dinner and that I could borrow my dad’s car until mine was either found or replaced. I really wanted my car back and not stripped of all the parts.
Sasha’s POV
I called Nef again before I was about to go to bed. This time it went straight to voicemail. I instead of leaving another voicemail I hung up. I was a little annoyed that she hadn’t called or texted me. It wasn’t like her not to call me or send me a text message.
“You’re turning into a woman,” Ovie said to me.
When I woke up Monday morning Nef still hadn’t called me. What the hell was she doing that she couldn’t call me? Or at least send a text message to say “I made it home safely. I’m not dead in a ditch.” I wasn’t going to call her again. I had called her enough.
When she finally called me it was late Monday night.
“What?” I said into the phone.
“Hello? Sasha?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry for not calling you sooner. Things got a little crazy.”
“Oh okay.”
I didn’t say much on the phone. I was a little too annoyed with her.
“Are you okay?” She asked. “I can call you back if you’re busy.”
“No, don’t inconvenience yourself with calling me.”
“Huh? What?”
“I have to go, practice in the morning.” I hung up the phone.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Chapter 14 - Snatched
Nef's POV
"What you gonna do tonight?" Sasha asked me.
We were on the phone talking. Last night the caps played the Hurricanes at home and then flew out Toronto. They had a game tonight against the Maple Leafs. It was the first game of a ten day road swing.
"I'm going out with Jesse for her birthday."
"You not watch me play?" he asked feigning hurt.
"Not tonight Kitten." I had taken to calling Sasha Kitten after that day he had the team over to his house. He had taken some ragging from the guys over being called Sex Kitten but it had played itself out in the locker room. I think it had something to do with calling another guy "Sex Kitten."
Later that evening as I was getting dressed I heard Stephanie and Terry arguing. They had been doing that a lot lately. It seemed like they wanted different things from their relationship. Terry wanted something serious and Steph still wanted to have fun and be free. She told him that she wasn't ready to settle down and he didn't seem to be able to accept that.
"You just don't get it, do you?" Steph shouted.
"You're selfish and self-centered," Terry screamed.
When Jesse and I left Steph and Terry were still arguing. I sent Sasha a text wishing him good luck and telling him to play well. Jesse and I were meeting up with friends for dinner and then we were going out to a bar crawl in Adam's Morgan.
"So, Nefertiti who is this boy that has been taking up most of your free time?" Pete asked me at dinner.
I still hadn't told most of my friends about Sasha. My roommates and those closest to me knew of course but I was rather reluctant to tell more people.
"Just a guy I met. We hit it off and started dating."
"Are you guys like together together?"
"Yeah, we've been official for a couple of months.
"Well what does he do? Where is he from?" Pete's girlfriend Trish asked.
"Uhm, he's from Russia - Siberia and he works with the Washington Capitals Hockey Club."
"Cools. Why didn't he come out with you tonight?"
"He's in Toronto working."
After dinner we went to a place called Heaven and Hell. It's a bar that's set up on three different levels. The main entrance is to purgatory - a standard bar with a dance floor and two bartenders. The top level was called Heaven and it was set up like a lounge with seating, light blue lights and soft music. The bartenders wore white and had on angel wings. The lower level was dark with loud dance music playing The walls were painted blood red and the bartenders were dressed up as demons and devils.
"Happy Birthday to Jesse! The birthday girl," we cheered as we did a round of shots of patron.
We spent most of the night in Hell dancing and drinking.
I had been checking the scores of the caps game on my phone and the guys ended up losing 6-3. I knew that Sasha would call me after he got settled. He always called after a lose looking to focus his mind on something else. The caps had been performing incredibly well so loses were infrequent.
It was around midnight when Sasha called me. I went upstairs to Heaven to talk to him for a few minutes.
“Sorry about the game Kitten.”
“We just not play our game,” he said with a sigh. “It happen sometimes. You still out with Jesse?”
“Yes, we’ll probably leave in a little while, once Jesse is absolutely shit faced.”
We talked for a little bit. I even handed Jesse the phone so that Sasha could wish her a happy birthday.
“Why aren’t you here?” Jesse drunkenly babbled into the phone. “You had to play? Why was there a game tonight? It’s my birthday you have to be here!”
There was a back and forth exchange between Sasha and Jesse that ended in her saying “You have to hurry back. Nef is moopy and sad when you’re gone.” I managed to wrestle the phone away from her. Damn drunken girl.
“You drive tonight?” He was laughing at Jesse
“No, we cabbed it. We’ve both been drinking. Jesse a little bit more than I have.”
“Kay milaya moya (My sweet), call me when you get home. I want know you are safe.”
“Will do.”
I said good bye to Sasha. Jesse and I said at the bar for another half hour or so before I made the decision that we should go home. It was becoming harder and harder for her to stand.
“Hey Pete, can you watch Jesse while I go call a cab for us?”
“Sure no problem.”
I walked outside of the bar past the bouncer and to the street corner to call a cab. As soon as the phone was to my ear someone ran past me pushing me to the ground and snatching my clutch out of my hand. I looked up to see a guy dressed in all black with long brown hair, and fair skin running down the street with my pink coach clutch.
“Are you alright?” The bouncer asked me, dragging me toward the side walk. He had run to the edge of the street to pull me out of the road.
“No,” I said. I had fallen on a broken bottle and there were shards of glass in my arm. I could feel the blood beginning to seep through my long sleeved shirt.
The bouncer pulled me inside of the bar, toward the staff lounge.
“Someone is calling the cops,” he said as he wrapped a towel around my arm.
Pete saw me heading toward the staff lounge and followed. “Hey Nef are you okay? We need to get Jesse home. She’s starting to throw up really badly.”
“No, someone snatched my clutch. I have to wait for the police and the paramedics. Take Jesse home."
“Wait what?” He asked.
“Someone snatched my purse and I fell on some broken glass. I’m okay but I need to stay and wait for the paramedics and the police. Take Jesse home. Steph should be there. Call her.”
Pete and Trish left with Jesse once the police and the paramedic got there. The bouncer stayed with the police to give a statement and I was taken by the paramedics to the hospital to get my arm looked at. The officer came to the hospital to take my statement.
“Good evening Ma’am. I’m Officer Peterson,” he said. “I’ve taken a statement from James, the bouncer at the bar, but I need to get one from you.”
The nurse gave me a shot of pain medicine in my arm to numbed it so that she could removed the glass without there being too much pain.
“I, um, went outside of the bar to call a cab to take my roommate and myself home when a guy pushed me into the street and snatched my clutch.”
“Do you remember what he looked like? Or what he was wearing?”
“A black pullover hoodie, dark jeans. I couldn’t tell if they were dark blue or black. He had on black converses and long brown hair. I didn’t get a look at his face.”
“What was in your purse?”
“Not much, just about $40 in cash, a credit card, and lip gloss. I had my phone in my hand and my ID in my pants pocket. It was a small clutch – not much room in it.”
“Okay. Can you call your card company and let them know that it’s been stolen? If the guy tries to use it we might be able to get him.”
It was around 3:30 when I was finally released from the hospital. I had gotten a few stitches to close the wounds left by the largest shards of glass and antibiotics to prevent an infection. I called Steph to see if she could come and pick me up from the hospital.
“Hey Steph, sorry for calling so late but I need you to take my car and pick me up from Washington Hospital.”
“Not right now,” she said. She and Terry were still arguing. I could hear him screaming in the background.
“Steph, I’m at Washington Hospital. My purse was snatched and I need you to come and get me,” I repeated.
“Why can’t Jesse get you?”
“Is she there? Pete was supposed to drop her off to you. She was really drunk when they left.”
“Maybe. I gotta go.”
“Steph-“ She hung up.
I tried calling her back but she didn’t pick up. I called Pete.
“Hey Pete, did you drop Jesse off at place?”
“Yeah. I dropped her off with Steph and Terry. They were in the middle of arguing but they said that they would look after her.”
“Steph said that she didn’t know. I called to ask if she could come and get me from the hospital and she told me not now.”
“What?!” Pete shouted into the phone. “Stay where you are. I’ll be right there to get you.”
“Where am I going to go Pete? I have no money and no way to get money. My purse was stolen.”
Pete called me a smart ass and told me that he would be there in 15 minutes. While waiting for Pete I called my credit card company and reported my card stolen. When Pete and I got to my place we found that both Steph and Terry were gone and Jesse was lying on her bed with vomit on her pillow and her clothes.
“Where the fuck is Steph?” I said. I was more than a little pissed with her.
Pete helped me get Jesse into the tub to clean her up. He went to change her bedding while I washed her.
“Can you go to my car and get some Gatorade out of the trunk? My keys are on my dresser.” I had bought a couple of cases of Gatorade earlier in the day to keep at my place for Sasha. That and Mountain Dew were just about the only things that boy drank.
“Sure.”
Pete went into my room and then said that he didn’t see them. We pulled Jesse from the tub and dressed her. Pete sat on her bed trying to get water into her while I went to my room to find my keys. I couldn’t find my keys and where in my apartment. I looked out of my window and my parking space was empty.
“My car is gone.”
“What do you mean gone?”
“My parking spot is empty and I can’t find my keys.”
“Did you park somewhere else?”
“No. I always park in the row that faces my bedroom window.”
Pete told me not to worry, that maybe I just forgot where I parked. We made sure that Jesse was okay and then went outside to search the parking lot for my car.
"What you gonna do tonight?" Sasha asked me.
We were on the phone talking. Last night the caps played the Hurricanes at home and then flew out Toronto. They had a game tonight against the Maple Leafs. It was the first game of a ten day road swing.
"I'm going out with Jesse for her birthday."
"You not watch me play?" he asked feigning hurt.
"Not tonight Kitten." I had taken to calling Sasha Kitten after that day he had the team over to his house. He had taken some ragging from the guys over being called Sex Kitten but it had played itself out in the locker room. I think it had something to do with calling another guy "Sex Kitten."
Later that evening as I was getting dressed I heard Stephanie and Terry arguing. They had been doing that a lot lately. It seemed like they wanted different things from their relationship. Terry wanted something serious and Steph still wanted to have fun and be free. She told him that she wasn't ready to settle down and he didn't seem to be able to accept that.
"You just don't get it, do you?" Steph shouted.
"You're selfish and self-centered," Terry screamed.
When Jesse and I left Steph and Terry were still arguing. I sent Sasha a text wishing him good luck and telling him to play well. Jesse and I were meeting up with friends for dinner and then we were going out to a bar crawl in Adam's Morgan.
"So, Nefertiti who is this boy that has been taking up most of your free time?" Pete asked me at dinner.
I still hadn't told most of my friends about Sasha. My roommates and those closest to me knew of course but I was rather reluctant to tell more people.
"Just a guy I met. We hit it off and started dating."
"Are you guys like together together?"
"Yeah, we've been official for a couple of months.
"Well what does he do? Where is he from?" Pete's girlfriend Trish asked.
"Uhm, he's from Russia - Siberia and he works with the Washington Capitals Hockey Club."
"Cools. Why didn't he come out with you tonight?"
"He's in Toronto working."
After dinner we went to a place called Heaven and Hell. It's a bar that's set up on three different levels. The main entrance is to purgatory - a standard bar with a dance floor and two bartenders. The top level was called Heaven and it was set up like a lounge with seating, light blue lights and soft music. The bartenders wore white and had on angel wings. The lower level was dark with loud dance music playing The walls were painted blood red and the bartenders were dressed up as demons and devils.
"Happy Birthday to Jesse! The birthday girl," we cheered as we did a round of shots of patron.
We spent most of the night in Hell dancing and drinking.
I had been checking the scores of the caps game on my phone and the guys ended up losing 6-3. I knew that Sasha would call me after he got settled. He always called after a lose looking to focus his mind on something else. The caps had been performing incredibly well so loses were infrequent.
It was around midnight when Sasha called me. I went upstairs to Heaven to talk to him for a few minutes.
“Sorry about the game Kitten.”
“We just not play our game,” he said with a sigh. “It happen sometimes. You still out with Jesse?”
“Yes, we’ll probably leave in a little while, once Jesse is absolutely shit faced.”
We talked for a little bit. I even handed Jesse the phone so that Sasha could wish her a happy birthday.
“Why aren’t you here?” Jesse drunkenly babbled into the phone. “You had to play? Why was there a game tonight? It’s my birthday you have to be here!”
There was a back and forth exchange between Sasha and Jesse that ended in her saying “You have to hurry back. Nef is moopy and sad when you’re gone.” I managed to wrestle the phone away from her. Damn drunken girl.
“You drive tonight?” He was laughing at Jesse
“No, we cabbed it. We’ve both been drinking. Jesse a little bit more than I have.”
“Kay milaya moya (My sweet), call me when you get home. I want know you are safe.”
“Will do.”
I said good bye to Sasha. Jesse and I said at the bar for another half hour or so before I made the decision that we should go home. It was becoming harder and harder for her to stand.
“Hey Pete, can you watch Jesse while I go call a cab for us?”
“Sure no problem.”
I walked outside of the bar past the bouncer and to the street corner to call a cab. As soon as the phone was to my ear someone ran past me pushing me to the ground and snatching my clutch out of my hand. I looked up to see a guy dressed in all black with long brown hair, and fair skin running down the street with my pink coach clutch.
“Are you alright?” The bouncer asked me, dragging me toward the side walk. He had run to the edge of the street to pull me out of the road.
“No,” I said. I had fallen on a broken bottle and there were shards of glass in my arm. I could feel the blood beginning to seep through my long sleeved shirt.
The bouncer pulled me inside of the bar, toward the staff lounge.
“Someone is calling the cops,” he said as he wrapped a towel around my arm.
Pete saw me heading toward the staff lounge and followed. “Hey Nef are you okay? We need to get Jesse home. She’s starting to throw up really badly.”
“No, someone snatched my clutch. I have to wait for the police and the paramedics. Take Jesse home."
“Wait what?” He asked.
“Someone snatched my purse and I fell on some broken glass. I’m okay but I need to stay and wait for the paramedics and the police. Take Jesse home. Steph should be there. Call her.”
Pete and Trish left with Jesse once the police and the paramedic got there. The bouncer stayed with the police to give a statement and I was taken by the paramedics to the hospital to get my arm looked at. The officer came to the hospital to take my statement.
“Good evening Ma’am. I’m Officer Peterson,” he said. “I’ve taken a statement from James, the bouncer at the bar, but I need to get one from you.”
The nurse gave me a shot of pain medicine in my arm to numbed it so that she could removed the glass without there being too much pain.
“I, um, went outside of the bar to call a cab to take my roommate and myself home when a guy pushed me into the street and snatched my clutch.”
“Do you remember what he looked like? Or what he was wearing?”
“A black pullover hoodie, dark jeans. I couldn’t tell if they were dark blue or black. He had on black converses and long brown hair. I didn’t get a look at his face.”
“What was in your purse?”
“Not much, just about $40 in cash, a credit card, and lip gloss. I had my phone in my hand and my ID in my pants pocket. It was a small clutch – not much room in it.”
“Okay. Can you call your card company and let them know that it’s been stolen? If the guy tries to use it we might be able to get him.”
It was around 3:30 when I was finally released from the hospital. I had gotten a few stitches to close the wounds left by the largest shards of glass and antibiotics to prevent an infection. I called Steph to see if she could come and pick me up from the hospital.
“Hey Steph, sorry for calling so late but I need you to take my car and pick me up from Washington Hospital.”
“Not right now,” she said. She and Terry were still arguing. I could hear him screaming in the background.
“Steph, I’m at Washington Hospital. My purse was snatched and I need you to come and get me,” I repeated.
“Why can’t Jesse get you?”
“Is she there? Pete was supposed to drop her off to you. She was really drunk when they left.”
“Maybe. I gotta go.”
“Steph-“ She hung up.
I tried calling her back but she didn’t pick up. I called Pete.
“Hey Pete, did you drop Jesse off at place?”
“Yeah. I dropped her off with Steph and Terry. They were in the middle of arguing but they said that they would look after her.”
“Steph said that she didn’t know. I called to ask if she could come and get me from the hospital and she told me not now.”
“What?!” Pete shouted into the phone. “Stay where you are. I’ll be right there to get you.”
“Where am I going to go Pete? I have no money and no way to get money. My purse was stolen.”
Pete called me a smart ass and told me that he would be there in 15 minutes. While waiting for Pete I called my credit card company and reported my card stolen. When Pete and I got to my place we found that both Steph and Terry were gone and Jesse was lying on her bed with vomit on her pillow and her clothes.
“Where the fuck is Steph?” I said. I was more than a little pissed with her.
Pete helped me get Jesse into the tub to clean her up. He went to change her bedding while I washed her.
“Can you go to my car and get some Gatorade out of the trunk? My keys are on my dresser.” I had bought a couple of cases of Gatorade earlier in the day to keep at my place for Sasha. That and Mountain Dew were just about the only things that boy drank.
“Sure.”
Pete went into my room and then said that he didn’t see them. We pulled Jesse from the tub and dressed her. Pete sat on her bed trying to get water into her while I went to my room to find my keys. I couldn’t find my keys and where in my apartment. I looked out of my window and my parking space was empty.
“My car is gone.”
“What do you mean gone?”
“My parking spot is empty and I can’t find my keys.”
“Did you park somewhere else?”
“No. I always park in the row that faces my bedroom window.”
Pete told me not to worry, that maybe I just forgot where I parked. We made sure that Jesse was okay and then went outside to search the parking lot for my car.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Chapter 13 - Team
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!
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Nef's POV
"So, Matt. Why do you call Sasha Jizz?"
"Well besides the obvious, my wife's name is Sasha. Calling him that would be really weird."
I got to meet Matt and Sasha Bradley. They were both really sweet. Sasha was about 8 months pregnant with her first child and looked like she was about to pop at any moment.
"I've got about a month to go. It's a boy!" She told me. She sat with me in the kitchen talking while the guys had been scattered around the house. Some where in the basement playing video games, some where in the dinning room playing poker, and some where set up to play rock band in the living room. Honestly they reminded me of a bunch of kids. they had so much fun hanging out with each other.
Sasha came into the kitchen, to snag a slice of pizza more so than to talk to me.
"You ok?" He asked brushing a kiss to my cheek.
"Yes, Jizz. I'm ok."
Matt, Brooks, Eric Fehr, and Jeff Schultz had some how convinced me that calling Sasha Jizz would be funny. While the team thought it was hilarious Sasha was less than amused.
"Stop it. You no call me that."
"Well I can't call you Sasha while Ovie and Sasha are here. Everyone will get confused."
Sasha Bradley laughed and said "It's true!"
"Nefertiti," My name sounds so strange with his Russian accent. "You not call me that. Pick something else."
"Ok, Sex Kitten. I'll call you something else."
"Sex Kitten?" Jeff said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes. Jizz doesn't like being called Jizz. He said to pick something else so I'm going with Sex Kitten."
Jeff almost choked on a bite of pizza as I explained the new nickname I had chosen for Sasha.
"If they start calling me Sex Kitten I will get you."
Sasha left the kitchen and Sasha Bradley introduced me to the other wives/girlfriends of the team. There were too many names to remember. There was Stephanie, Jose's wife, Kari, John Erskine's wife, Rachel, Eric Fehr's wife, Diondra, Dave Steckel's wife, and several others.
We ended up congregating in the kitchen we didn't really want to play video games or poker or rock band for that matter.
"So, how long have you and Alex been together?" Rachel asked.
"Dating? A little more than a month. We met at the season ticket holders party at Six Flags in the preseason."
"I didn't think that they had gotten to spend too much time out side of autographs at those events," Rachel said.
"They didn't but he remembered be from a practice. A woman's baby spit up on me."
"That was you?!" Kari laughed.
"Hi Baby Puke!" This time it was Varly that walked into the kitchen.
I glared at him. "Think I'd get in trouble if I kicked him in the knees?"
"Probably," Rachel answered, "but you can hit Alex and not get in trouble. The benefits of dating him."
"Screw hitting, just don't sleep with him. Most guys will beg for mercy after a few days,"
"True Kari, but that means I don't get any either." I turned to Varly who stood by the fridge. He had reached for a coke. "Semyon, will you tell Sex Kitten that I-"
"Sex Kitten?" he interrupted.
"Yes, Sex Kitten. That's what I call Sasha."
Varly began laughing hysterically. He darted toward the basement and I could tell that he was going to tease Sasha. He was doing exactly what I wanted him to.
"What was that?" I thought that Stephanie's french accent was cute. I had spoken with her in French. It was one of the six languages that I was fluent in and it was my favorite.
"I called Sasha 'Sex Kitten.' He hates it when I call him Jizz and told me to pick something else. I chose Sex Kitten."
"The guys are going to torment him for that one," Diondra had joined the conversation. David Steckel's wife. She was fairly laid back and quiet. She hadn't asked me too many questions.
It was nice to talk to the girls about being with a professional hockey player. Sasha and I hadn't been together for too long but I had catch glimpses of his sullen moods when he wasn't playing well. There hadn't been many since the team had been playing well and winning games.
For about a week Sasha had been out with a wrist injury. It had been bothering him for a while but he had tried to play through it with mixed results. There were some goods games for him and some really bad ones. He had been to a doctor and there was no structural damage - nothing had been broken or torn so he worked with his coaches to get better. There was training and straightening exercises that he had to do. He was not able to practice and it had made him grumpy.
"How do you deal with the moodiness after losses or when they're not playing? I mean I haven't seen a lot of it but the past week or so has been...difficult with him not playing well and then not playing at all."
"You have to help him learn to leave hockey at the rink. Work is work and home is home," Kari said.
"Help him to focus on something else. Obsessing about it is never good," Stephanie chimed in.
We talked for a while longer. By the time everyone left I was exhausted - mentally exhausted. The guys were great. They had been nice and funny and charming. Their wives and girlfriends hadn't been the fire breathing dragon protectors of their men that my imagine told me they would be.
After cleaning up Sasha and I cuddle on the couch in the living room.
"You have fun today?" he asked, pulling me into the circle of his arms.
"Yes. They guys were nice and the girls were amazing to talk to."
"What you talk about?"
"Girl talk," I said simply.
"What mean 'girl talk.'"
I giggled and he rolled him eyes. Girl talk meant we were talking about men and that the conversation would never be repeated especially to a man.
"Come on Kitten. I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
I pulled Sasha from the couch toward the stairs leading to his bedroom. We had decided that I would spend the night here with him. This was the first time that I had spent the night in his home. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed, turning down the blanket for me to crawl in beside him.
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Nef's POV
"So, Matt. Why do you call Sasha Jizz?"
"Well besides the obvious, my wife's name is Sasha. Calling him that would be really weird."
I got to meet Matt and Sasha Bradley. They were both really sweet. Sasha was about 8 months pregnant with her first child and looked like she was about to pop at any moment.
"I've got about a month to go. It's a boy!" She told me. She sat with me in the kitchen talking while the guys had been scattered around the house. Some where in the basement playing video games, some where in the dinning room playing poker, and some where set up to play rock band in the living room. Honestly they reminded me of a bunch of kids. they had so much fun hanging out with each other.
Sasha came into the kitchen, to snag a slice of pizza more so than to talk to me.
"You ok?" He asked brushing a kiss to my cheek.
"Yes, Jizz. I'm ok."
Matt, Brooks, Eric Fehr, and Jeff Schultz had some how convinced me that calling Sasha Jizz would be funny. While the team thought it was hilarious Sasha was less than amused.
"Stop it. You no call me that."
"Well I can't call you Sasha while Ovie and Sasha are here. Everyone will get confused."
Sasha Bradley laughed and said "It's true!"
"Nefertiti," My name sounds so strange with his Russian accent. "You not call me that. Pick something else."
"Ok, Sex Kitten. I'll call you something else."
"Sex Kitten?" Jeff said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes. Jizz doesn't like being called Jizz. He said to pick something else so I'm going with Sex Kitten."
Jeff almost choked on a bite of pizza as I explained the new nickname I had chosen for Sasha.
"If they start calling me Sex Kitten I will get you."
Sasha left the kitchen and Sasha Bradley introduced me to the other wives/girlfriends of the team. There were too many names to remember. There was Stephanie, Jose's wife, Kari, John Erskine's wife, Rachel, Eric Fehr's wife, Diondra, Dave Steckel's wife, and several others.
We ended up congregating in the kitchen we didn't really want to play video games or poker or rock band for that matter.
"So, how long have you and Alex been together?" Rachel asked.
"Dating? A little more than a month. We met at the season ticket holders party at Six Flags in the preseason."
"I didn't think that they had gotten to spend too much time out side of autographs at those events," Rachel said.
"They didn't but he remembered be from a practice. A woman's baby spit up on me."
"That was you?!" Kari laughed.
"Hi Baby Puke!" This time it was Varly that walked into the kitchen.
I glared at him. "Think I'd get in trouble if I kicked him in the knees?"
"Probably," Rachel answered, "but you can hit Alex and not get in trouble. The benefits of dating him."
"Screw hitting, just don't sleep with him. Most guys will beg for mercy after a few days,"
"True Kari, but that means I don't get any either." I turned to Varly who stood by the fridge. He had reached for a coke. "Semyon, will you tell Sex Kitten that I-"
"Sex Kitten?" he interrupted.
"Yes, Sex Kitten. That's what I call Sasha."
Varly began laughing hysterically. He darted toward the basement and I could tell that he was going to tease Sasha. He was doing exactly what I wanted him to.
"What was that?" I thought that Stephanie's french accent was cute. I had spoken with her in French. It was one of the six languages that I was fluent in and it was my favorite.
"I called Sasha 'Sex Kitten.' He hates it when I call him Jizz and told me to pick something else. I chose Sex Kitten."
"The guys are going to torment him for that one," Diondra had joined the conversation. David Steckel's wife. She was fairly laid back and quiet. She hadn't asked me too many questions.
It was nice to talk to the girls about being with a professional hockey player. Sasha and I hadn't been together for too long but I had catch glimpses of his sullen moods when he wasn't playing well. There hadn't been many since the team had been playing well and winning games.
For about a week Sasha had been out with a wrist injury. It had been bothering him for a while but he had tried to play through it with mixed results. There were some goods games for him and some really bad ones. He had been to a doctor and there was no structural damage - nothing had been broken or torn so he worked with his coaches to get better. There was training and straightening exercises that he had to do. He was not able to practice and it had made him grumpy.
"How do you deal with the moodiness after losses or when they're not playing? I mean I haven't seen a lot of it but the past week or so has been...difficult with him not playing well and then not playing at all."
"You have to help him learn to leave hockey at the rink. Work is work and home is home," Kari said.
"Help him to focus on something else. Obsessing about it is never good," Stephanie chimed in.
We talked for a while longer. By the time everyone left I was exhausted - mentally exhausted. The guys were great. They had been nice and funny and charming. Their wives and girlfriends hadn't been the fire breathing dragon protectors of their men that my imagine told me they would be.
After cleaning up Sasha and I cuddle on the couch in the living room.
"You have fun today?" he asked, pulling me into the circle of his arms.
"Yes. They guys were nice and the girls were amazing to talk to."
"What you talk about?"
"Girl talk," I said simply.
"What mean 'girl talk.'"
I giggled and he rolled him eyes. Girl talk meant we were talking about men and that the conversation would never be repeated especially to a man.
"Come on Kitten. I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
I pulled Sasha from the couch toward the stairs leading to his bedroom. We had decided that I would spend the night here with him. This was the first time that I had spent the night in his home. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed, turning down the blanket for me to crawl in beside him.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Chapter 12 - How'd that get there?
NOTES: Sorry for taking so long! Work has really been kick my ass lately and I need to stop slacking before I end up getting fired :) Hopefully this update was worth the wait! I had fun writing it.
bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!
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Sasha's POV
Giggling. I heard giggling. I woke up wrapped around Nef. She was sleeping curled in my arms and the noise was coming from the other side of her bedroom door. It’s too early to be awake, I thought. I tightened my arms around Nef. She felt warm. Warm and comforting. I had forgotten how nice it was to wake up beside someone who you wanted to be there. She looked so peacefully while she slept.
“What did they do last night?” a loud voice from the other side of the door.
“Don’t know, but from the looks of it they had fun.”
Nef stirred and snuggled deeper into my arms whimpering.
“Why are they so loud?” she asked groggily. She wasn’t completely awake yet.
“Not know, is your roommates,” I said leaning to place a kiss on her lips.
We lay there lazily for a few more moments petting each other before I asked “You have work today?” I wasn't quite read to let her go just yet.
“No, Just class later. Do you have practice?”
“No. It optional; I take my option. We go to breakfast, yes?”
She agreed. We decided that she would shower then we would head to my place so I could shower and then had to breakfast at Brooklyn Bagel Bakery. She got out of bed and started looking for our clothes. They weren’t in her room. Somehow in our exuberance our clothes ended up being strewn in the living room and down the hallway. She put on a robe and went to get my clothes.
“Good Morning Nef,” I heard Jesse giggle. “So where’s the naked Russian?” I could see her trying to look around Nef to see if I was still in her room.
“He left,” she said smiling.
“Without his shirt and pants?”
I stuck my head out of the door and said good morning to Jesse.
“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.
“Da, lots of fun,” I smiled and blew Nef a kiss. She glared at me and pushed me back into her room.
My pants were crumpled in a corner in the hallway and my shirt was on the coffee table in the living room. Nef’s pants were hanging on the corner of the open bathroom door and her shirt hung from Jesse's door nob.
“Why is your bra in my room?” Steph asked.
Stephanie’s room was directly across from Nef’s room and I guess I threw it with enough force to launch it through Steph’s open door. Oops. She brought my clothes to me and then went to shower.
I was impressed. She was ready in less than 15 minutes. Once we got to my place it didn’t take long for me to shower and dress. Shower, brush my teeth, and throw on jeans.
Over breakfast Nef and I talked about meeting my teammates. It made her nervous and I thought that she was cute when she was nervous. She felt bad that over the past couple of months she had been monopolizing my time. We were still in the new relationship, getting to know each other phase. Now that’s not to say we spent every available moment together but there had been more than one occasion when we had opted to spend time with each other rather than going out with our friends.
“Why you nervous? They nice guys.”
“They’re your teammates and friends. I want them to like me.”
“They will. How about we hangout at my house and I invite guys over. You can meet everyone there?”
I wasn't used to seeing Nefertiti nervous. She always seemed so confident.
"They just the guys. No need to worry."
She rolled her eyes at me and I could see that she was going to work herself into a fit. Instead of focusing on her nervousness we focused on try to plan the gathering. It would happen in about a week and a half, right after the American Thanksgiving Holiday and after we got back from an away game against the Canadiens.
"Oh yeah, the guys will bring their wives and girlfriends too," I said
"Ok. Great," she said with a bit of sarcasm.
Nef's POV
Not only am I meeting his teammates but now I have to worry about meeting their wives and girlfriends as well. Great, this is just great.
"Ok. Great," I say forcing a smile.
Of course Sasha doesn't get it. To him they were just his teammates. They were just his friends. He didn't have to worry about making a good impression. Did he not understand how vicious and judgmental women can be? Argh. Silly boy.
On the plus side Sasha did give me free reign to plan this gathering at his house. It would be after an away game against Montreal that they had right after Thanksgiving. There weren't a whole lot of weekends free to throw a team party. I wanted this to happen as soon as possible because the longer it got put off the more anxious I would be. Sasha must think I'm crazy. No, I'm positive he thinks I'm crazy and working myself up for no reason.
"It be ok. They will like you. I promise. You amazing girl," he said as we walked out of Brooklyn Bagel Bakery.
"You're just saying that because you got laid last night," I said jokingly, pushing him away from me.
"And I would like it to happen again. So saying that you're crazy and that you're working yourself into a fit for no reason probably wouldn't go over well."
I punched him in the arm hard and called him a jerk. Making fun of your girlfriend was not nice.
"Ouch! That hurt."
Of course it hurt. I have three brothers and I know how to throw a punch. That will teach you to make fun of me. I pulled back to hit him again and he grabbed my hand, placing a kiss on my clenched fist.
"Be nice," he said smiling.
It was around 12:30 pm when we made it back to my condo. I didn't have class for another few hours. I invited him back to my room and we laid on my bed watching Sports Center. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and I gently caressed his surprisingly soft skin.
He turned his head to look at me "Behave."
"You said to be nice, and I'm being nice."
I lightly scrapped my finger nails over his right nipple and he hissed. They were sensitive. My hand trailed down to the front of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I slipped my hand inside of his briefs and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock.
"You not behaving. You be very naughty," He gasped when my hand squeezed him.
'I'll show you naughty."
I pulled down his jeans and briefs and straddled his stomach facing away from him. I grabbed the base of his erection with my left hand, squeezing firm beneath his cock and balls, and with my right hand I stroked up and down the shaft with my thumb occasionally sliding over the tip to collect the precum that beaded there.
I slowly jerked him off. He began to squirm beneath me the closer he got to orgasm. Whimpers and moans fell from his lips.
"I cumming," His breath hitching in his throat.
I tightened the grip of my left hand around the base of his cock and balls while slowing the stroke and loosening the grip of my right hand. It effectively stopped him from cumming.
"No, not stop! Please!" he begged.
He grabbed my ass and tried to thrust upward into my hand. I shifted to put more of my weight onto him saying "Be still." It made it harder for him to thrust upward without pushing me forward and off of him. My right hand sped up and I was jerking him roughly, twisting my wrist on the alternate up and down strokes.
"Yes! Close," he panted. He legs began to move along the bed and I could tell that he was close to cumming again. My left hand gripped tighter still. This time when I stopped stroking him he screamed.
His words ran together; a weird mix of English and Russian. Very little of it was understandable. I understood the words please and cum. His skin was sweaty and his body trembled almost to the point of convulsions.
"No, you can't cum yet."
"Please, I cum now. Please, please."
Oh God, he was begging and I loved the sound of it. I hadn't intended to make him beg; only to tease him but now that he was begging I wanted to hear more. I started to move my right hand again. This time slowly. It took longer for him to reach that point. He pleaded incessantly for me to stroke harder, to stroke faster. I kept my hand moving at a steady tempo and when he was at the edge again I asked "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, please. Oh God, please let me cum. Please, please I want to cum," he had given up on trying to speak English.
I could do one of two things. I could put him out of his misery and let him cum. Or, I could continue to tease him.
"Say it in English and I might let you cum." He told me I was naughty so I was going to tease him until he couldn't take it any more.
"I...please. Cum, you...let me," He was panting hard. He couldn't lie still as every part of his body trembled and squirmed.
He had a death grip on my hips and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I released the base of his cock and grabbed the shaft with both hands. I stroked up and down quickly adding an alternating twisting motion with my hands. His hands left my hips and grabbed the bars of my wrought iron headboard. His head tilted back, his shoulder pressed into the mattress, and he let out an almost animalistic scream as he released onto my hands and his thighs. I kept stroking, prolonging his orgasm until he winced away from me. His cock had become too sensitive to be touched.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and to get a damp cloth to clean him. When I returned to my room he still lay convulsing on my bed. I wiped his face and neck first because he was very sweaty. His shirt clung to his damp skin. I gently wiped the mess from his length and from his thighs.
We lay there for a while with him coming down from an intense high. When he had calmed he turned his head to me and pouted his lips for me to kiss.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"No, it was terrible. You're cruel and it was absolute torture." I would have believed his words if he wasn't smiling and pulling me close.
We napped for a while but eventually I had to get up to go to class. Tomorrow was a game night so we decided that he wouldn't spend the night with me.
"I'll see you on Saturday?" I asked as we parted ways.
"Da, you come my place and we plan for team to come and meet you."
bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!
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Sasha's POV
Giggling. I heard giggling. I woke up wrapped around Nef. She was sleeping curled in my arms and the noise was coming from the other side of her bedroom door. It’s too early to be awake, I thought. I tightened my arms around Nef. She felt warm. Warm and comforting. I had forgotten how nice it was to wake up beside someone who you wanted to be there. She looked so peacefully while she slept.
“What did they do last night?” a loud voice from the other side of the door.
“Don’t know, but from the looks of it they had fun.”
Nef stirred and snuggled deeper into my arms whimpering.
“Why are they so loud?” she asked groggily. She wasn’t completely awake yet.
“Not know, is your roommates,” I said leaning to place a kiss on her lips.
We lay there lazily for a few more moments petting each other before I asked “You have work today?” I wasn't quite read to let her go just yet.
“No, Just class later. Do you have practice?”
“No. It optional; I take my option. We go to breakfast, yes?”
She agreed. We decided that she would shower then we would head to my place so I could shower and then had to breakfast at Brooklyn Bagel Bakery. She got out of bed and started looking for our clothes. They weren’t in her room. Somehow in our exuberance our clothes ended up being strewn in the living room and down the hallway. She put on a robe and went to get my clothes.
“Good Morning Nef,” I heard Jesse giggle. “So where’s the naked Russian?” I could see her trying to look around Nef to see if I was still in her room.
“He left,” she said smiling.
“Without his shirt and pants?”
I stuck my head out of the door and said good morning to Jesse.
“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.
“Da, lots of fun,” I smiled and blew Nef a kiss. She glared at me and pushed me back into her room.
My pants were crumpled in a corner in the hallway and my shirt was on the coffee table in the living room. Nef’s pants were hanging on the corner of the open bathroom door and her shirt hung from Jesse's door nob.
“Why is your bra in my room?” Steph asked.
Stephanie’s room was directly across from Nef’s room and I guess I threw it with enough force to launch it through Steph’s open door. Oops. She brought my clothes to me and then went to shower.
I was impressed. She was ready in less than 15 minutes. Once we got to my place it didn’t take long for me to shower and dress. Shower, brush my teeth, and throw on jeans.
Over breakfast Nef and I talked about meeting my teammates. It made her nervous and I thought that she was cute when she was nervous. She felt bad that over the past couple of months she had been monopolizing my time. We were still in the new relationship, getting to know each other phase. Now that’s not to say we spent every available moment together but there had been more than one occasion when we had opted to spend time with each other rather than going out with our friends.
“Why you nervous? They nice guys.”
“They’re your teammates and friends. I want them to like me.”
“They will. How about we hangout at my house and I invite guys over. You can meet everyone there?”
I wasn't used to seeing Nefertiti nervous. She always seemed so confident.
"They just the guys. No need to worry."
She rolled her eyes at me and I could see that she was going to work herself into a fit. Instead of focusing on her nervousness we focused on try to plan the gathering. It would happen in about a week and a half, right after the American Thanksgiving Holiday and after we got back from an away game against the Canadiens.
"Oh yeah, the guys will bring their wives and girlfriends too," I said
"Ok. Great," she said with a bit of sarcasm.
Nef's POV
Not only am I meeting his teammates but now I have to worry about meeting their wives and girlfriends as well. Great, this is just great.
"Ok. Great," I say forcing a smile.
Of course Sasha doesn't get it. To him they were just his teammates. They were just his friends. He didn't have to worry about making a good impression. Did he not understand how vicious and judgmental women can be? Argh. Silly boy.
On the plus side Sasha did give me free reign to plan this gathering at his house. It would be after an away game against Montreal that they had right after Thanksgiving. There weren't a whole lot of weekends free to throw a team party. I wanted this to happen as soon as possible because the longer it got put off the more anxious I would be. Sasha must think I'm crazy. No, I'm positive he thinks I'm crazy and working myself up for no reason.
"It be ok. They will like you. I promise. You amazing girl," he said as we walked out of Brooklyn Bagel Bakery.
"You're just saying that because you got laid last night," I said jokingly, pushing him away from me.
"And I would like it to happen again. So saying that you're crazy and that you're working yourself into a fit for no reason probably wouldn't go over well."
I punched him in the arm hard and called him a jerk. Making fun of your girlfriend was not nice.
"Ouch! That hurt."
Of course it hurt. I have three brothers and I know how to throw a punch. That will teach you to make fun of me. I pulled back to hit him again and he grabbed my hand, placing a kiss on my clenched fist.
"Be nice," he said smiling.
It was around 12:30 pm when we made it back to my condo. I didn't have class for another few hours. I invited him back to my room and we laid on my bed watching Sports Center. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and I gently caressed his surprisingly soft skin.
He turned his head to look at me "Behave."
"You said to be nice, and I'm being nice."
I lightly scrapped my finger nails over his right nipple and he hissed. They were sensitive. My hand trailed down to the front of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. I slipped my hand inside of his briefs and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock.
"You not behaving. You be very naughty," He gasped when my hand squeezed him.
'I'll show you naughty."
I pulled down his jeans and briefs and straddled his stomach facing away from him. I grabbed the base of his erection with my left hand, squeezing firm beneath his cock and balls, and with my right hand I stroked up and down the shaft with my thumb occasionally sliding over the tip to collect the precum that beaded there.
I slowly jerked him off. He began to squirm beneath me the closer he got to orgasm. Whimpers and moans fell from his lips.
"I cumming," His breath hitching in his throat.
I tightened the grip of my left hand around the base of his cock and balls while slowing the stroke and loosening the grip of my right hand. It effectively stopped him from cumming.
"No, not stop! Please!" he begged.
He grabbed my ass and tried to thrust upward into my hand. I shifted to put more of my weight onto him saying "Be still." It made it harder for him to thrust upward without pushing me forward and off of him. My right hand sped up and I was jerking him roughly, twisting my wrist on the alternate up and down strokes.
"Yes! Close," he panted. He legs began to move along the bed and I could tell that he was close to cumming again. My left hand gripped tighter still. This time when I stopped stroking him he screamed.
His words ran together; a weird mix of English and Russian. Very little of it was understandable. I understood the words please and cum. His skin was sweaty and his body trembled almost to the point of convulsions.
"No, you can't cum yet."
"Please, I cum now. Please, please."
Oh God, he was begging and I loved the sound of it. I hadn't intended to make him beg; only to tease him but now that he was begging I wanted to hear more. I started to move my right hand again. This time slowly. It took longer for him to reach that point. He pleaded incessantly for me to stroke harder, to stroke faster. I kept my hand moving at a steady tempo and when he was at the edge again I asked "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, please. Oh God, please let me cum. Please, please I want to cum," he had given up on trying to speak English.
I could do one of two things. I could put him out of his misery and let him cum. Or, I could continue to tease him.
"Say it in English and I might let you cum." He told me I was naughty so I was going to tease him until he couldn't take it any more.
"I...please. Cum, you...let me," He was panting hard. He couldn't lie still as every part of his body trembled and squirmed.
He had a death grip on my hips and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I released the base of his cock and grabbed the shaft with both hands. I stroked up and down quickly adding an alternating twisting motion with my hands. His hands left my hips and grabbed the bars of my wrought iron headboard. His head tilted back, his shoulder pressed into the mattress, and he let out an almost animalistic scream as he released onto my hands and his thighs. I kept stroking, prolonging his orgasm until he winced away from me. His cock had become too sensitive to be touched.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and to get a damp cloth to clean him. When I returned to my room he still lay convulsing on my bed. I wiped his face and neck first because he was very sweaty. His shirt clung to his damp skin. I gently wiped the mess from his length and from his thighs.
We lay there for a while with him coming down from an intense high. When he had calmed he turned his head to me and pouted his lips for me to kiss.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"No, it was terrible. You're cruel and it was absolute torture." I would have believed his words if he wasn't smiling and pulling me close.
We napped for a while but eventually I had to get up to go to class. Tomorrow was a game night so we decided that he wouldn't spend the night with me.
"I'll see you on Saturday?" I asked as we parted ways.
"Da, you come my place and we plan for team to come and meet you."
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Chapter 11 - Hot
Nef's POV
I had just gotten passed around a locker room. Not literally, but Sasha had called me...or one of Sasha's teammates had called me. Apparently a group of them were going out and Sasha had said that he already had plans with me. I was asked just about every possible question that they could think to ask.
Sasha hadn't talked about me too much and only Ovie knew that we were together. I was told that the next time the guys went out I had to go, that Sasha and I weren't official until I had the team stamp of approval.
We were having dinner together to night. I was cooking Egyptian food for him to try; Shawerma and Aish Merahrah - It's pretty much flat bread with shredded meat and Roz Meaammar - a chicken soup and rice baked in the oven, and for dessert - Baqlawa - a thin pastry with nuts and sweet syrup. They were pretty simple dishes that I wanted Sasha to try. He had never had traditional Egyptian food before and I was hoping that he would like them.
I left my internship at 3 pm so that I would have enough time to go home, shower, dress, and finish cooking.
I hadn't told Sasha but both of my roommates were gone for the night. It would be just him and myself tonight. He arrived at 7 with a dozen roses in hand. We sat down at the dinning room table and I described each of the dishes that I had prepared. He tried each of them and like them with the exception of Roz Meaammar. he wasn't a fan of the spices that where used in the dish.
After dinner Sasha and I ended up on the couch with me straddling him. It seemed like every time we were together our lips found ways to meet. His hands were everywhere; in my hair, on my face, on my sides, on my butt, under my shirt. My skin was on fire. I could feel his hard body against mine.
"Nef, I want you," he said when he pulled his lips away from mine.
I pulled his shirt off and pushed him to lay back on the couch. His chest, abs, and arms were perfectly sculpted. Smooth pink skin wrapped around hard muscle beneath my fingers. I pinched both of his nipple and his back arched. His hands gripped the throw pillows on the couch.
"Yes," he whispered breathlessly.
My lips kissed a trail from his lips down to his navel. Using my lips I gently tugged on his treasure trail, that little patch of hair that led down below his waist. I heard his gasp and hips hips began to move. He was perfect.
"Yes what?" I asked placing kisses on his stomach.
"Feels good. I want more."
I unbuckled his belt and pants. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his red boxer briefs. I stood pulling him up with me.
"Let's go to my room."
He followed me down the hall with his lips attached to the nape of my neck. He tugged on my shirt saying "off." I chuckled moving toward my room. That wasn't what he wanted. he wanted me naked now. He pushed me against the wall outside of my bedroom door and virtually ripped off my shirt. He threw it somewhere down the hall and growled at me. He actually growled. His hands went to my pants to unbutton them. My pants soon followed my shirt and I stood before him in a black lacy bra and panties. His eyes devoured me. I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs and I had to have him.
"Sasha, bed now."
We finally made our way to my bed and somewhere along the way Sasha had removed his pants. We lay on my bed slow touching and kissing each others bodies. Sasha's teeth found their way to my panties and he tugged them downward. His hands went to the clasp on my bra. He tried to unsnap it but he couldn't. He tugged at it but he couldn't get it undone. I giggled and he huffed.
He tugged it once again and said "off." I reached behind me with my right hand and undid the clasp. He threw the offending piece of material somewhere. I was too concerned with his hand roaming over my skin to pay attention to where he had thrown it. I pointed to his underwear and said "off." When he was naked I pushed him now on the bed and straddled him. I loved the feeling of his body between my thighs. It felt right, almost like this was where he belonged.
"You have..." he began.
I reached over to the night stand to grab a condom and his month latched onto my nipple. His hands cupped my breasts and his tongue fluttered across the hard peak.
"Yes!" My nipples were sensitive. Pleasure coursed through me and my hips moved in a slow circle above him. I reached blinded for the condom package. When I found it I pulled away from him. I slide down his body and loosely grasped the base of his cock in my hand. It was long and thick. Swollen and pulsing with blood. I could see precum beading on the purple head. My thumb rubbed it, sliding the slippery fluid around the mushroom shaped gland. My hand moved slowly up and down his shaft teasingly. It wasn't long before his hand found mine. He squeezed my hand saying "harder, please do harder." His voice was thick and raspy with arousal. His pupils were completed dilated and I knew my eyes mirrored his.
Instead of stroking him harder I released his cock and tore the condom package open. He took it from me and rolled it onto the shaft. I slowly eased myself down until his thickness was fully seated in my body. I could see the light sheen of sweat on his skin. I felt his hands grip my hips. He didn't try and move me. I was glad for that. I needed time too adjust to having him inside me. I had only been with two other guys and neither of them had been as large as Sasha.
I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. I began to slowly move my hips and he began to thrust up into me. We moved in an almost perfect accord. There was no awkwardness. No fumbling or trying to find a rhythm.
It wasn't long before I began to sweat. My temperature rose as the pleasure built between us. When I felt his hand move between my legs to finger my clit I shouted.
"Sasha!" I began to moan. He sat up, rolling us over so that I was on my back with my legs spread for him. He began to thrust more forcefully. My hands found their way to his back and I began to claw at him. I tried not to scratch him but I needed to get him closer to me. I needed to feel him deeper inside me. Oh God, yes! I thought as he pushed deeper.
I felt a rush of intense heat as I came. My muscles locked and I could feel my body squeezing him in impossible tightness. He latched on to my shoulder with his teeth as his body tensed. He released with a deep groan, shouting my name around the skin trapped between his teeth.
Instead of collapsing down onto me he rolled off to the side on the bed. I felt like I was floating. Sasha lay trembling beside me. It took us several minutes before our breathing was back to normal. I took the used condom from him and disposed of it in the trash can. I curled up beside him and he pulled me into his arms. He cuddle close to me and released a long contented sigh.
I had just gotten passed around a locker room. Not literally, but Sasha had called me...or one of Sasha's teammates had called me. Apparently a group of them were going out and Sasha had said that he already had plans with me. I was asked just about every possible question that they could think to ask.
Sasha hadn't talked about me too much and only Ovie knew that we were together. I was told that the next time the guys went out I had to go, that Sasha and I weren't official until I had the team stamp of approval.
We were having dinner together to night. I was cooking Egyptian food for him to try; Shawerma and Aish Merahrah - It's pretty much flat bread with shredded meat and Roz Meaammar - a chicken soup and rice baked in the oven, and for dessert - Baqlawa - a thin pastry with nuts and sweet syrup. They were pretty simple dishes that I wanted Sasha to try. He had never had traditional Egyptian food before and I was hoping that he would like them.
I left my internship at 3 pm so that I would have enough time to go home, shower, dress, and finish cooking.
I hadn't told Sasha but both of my roommates were gone for the night. It would be just him and myself tonight. He arrived at 7 with a dozen roses in hand. We sat down at the dinning room table and I described each of the dishes that I had prepared. He tried each of them and like them with the exception of Roz Meaammar. he wasn't a fan of the spices that where used in the dish.
After dinner Sasha and I ended up on the couch with me straddling him. It seemed like every time we were together our lips found ways to meet. His hands were everywhere; in my hair, on my face, on my sides, on my butt, under my shirt. My skin was on fire. I could feel his hard body against mine.
"Nef, I want you," he said when he pulled his lips away from mine.
I pulled his shirt off and pushed him to lay back on the couch. His chest, abs, and arms were perfectly sculpted. Smooth pink skin wrapped around hard muscle beneath my fingers. I pinched both of his nipple and his back arched. His hands gripped the throw pillows on the couch.
"Yes," he whispered breathlessly.
My lips kissed a trail from his lips down to his navel. Using my lips I gently tugged on his treasure trail, that little patch of hair that led down below his waist. I heard his gasp and hips hips began to move. He was perfect.
"Yes what?" I asked placing kisses on his stomach.
"Feels good. I want more."
I unbuckled his belt and pants. I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his red boxer briefs. I stood pulling him up with me.
"Let's go to my room."
He followed me down the hall with his lips attached to the nape of my neck. He tugged on my shirt saying "off." I chuckled moving toward my room. That wasn't what he wanted. he wanted me naked now. He pushed me against the wall outside of my bedroom door and virtually ripped off my shirt. He threw it somewhere down the hall and growled at me. He actually growled. His hands went to my pants to unbutton them. My pants soon followed my shirt and I stood before him in a black lacy bra and panties. His eyes devoured me. I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs and I had to have him.
"Sasha, bed now."
We finally made our way to my bed and somewhere along the way Sasha had removed his pants. We lay on my bed slow touching and kissing each others bodies. Sasha's teeth found their way to my panties and he tugged them downward. His hands went to the clasp on my bra. He tried to unsnap it but he couldn't. He tugged at it but he couldn't get it undone. I giggled and he huffed.
He tugged it once again and said "off." I reached behind me with my right hand and undid the clasp. He threw the offending piece of material somewhere. I was too concerned with his hand roaming over my skin to pay attention to where he had thrown it. I pointed to his underwear and said "off." When he was naked I pushed him now on the bed and straddled him. I loved the feeling of his body between my thighs. It felt right, almost like this was where he belonged.
"You have..." he began.
I reached over to the night stand to grab a condom and his month latched onto my nipple. His hands cupped my breasts and his tongue fluttered across the hard peak.
"Yes!" My nipples were sensitive. Pleasure coursed through me and my hips moved in a slow circle above him. I reached blinded for the condom package. When I found it I pulled away from him. I slide down his body and loosely grasped the base of his cock in my hand. It was long and thick. Swollen and pulsing with blood. I could see precum beading on the purple head. My thumb rubbed it, sliding the slippery fluid around the mushroom shaped gland. My hand moved slowly up and down his shaft teasingly. It wasn't long before his hand found mine. He squeezed my hand saying "harder, please do harder." His voice was thick and raspy with arousal. His pupils were completed dilated and I knew my eyes mirrored his.
Instead of stroking him harder I released his cock and tore the condom package open. He took it from me and rolled it onto the shaft. I slowly eased myself down until his thickness was fully seated in my body. I could see the light sheen of sweat on his skin. I felt his hands grip my hips. He didn't try and move me. I was glad for that. I needed time too adjust to having him inside me. I had only been with two other guys and neither of them had been as large as Sasha.
I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. I began to slowly move my hips and he began to thrust up into me. We moved in an almost perfect accord. There was no awkwardness. No fumbling or trying to find a rhythm.
It wasn't long before I began to sweat. My temperature rose as the pleasure built between us. When I felt his hand move between my legs to finger my clit I shouted.
"Sasha!" I began to moan. He sat up, rolling us over so that I was on my back with my legs spread for him. He began to thrust more forcefully. My hands found their way to his back and I began to claw at him. I tried not to scratch him but I needed to get him closer to me. I needed to feel him deeper inside me. Oh God, yes! I thought as he pushed deeper.
I felt a rush of intense heat as I came. My muscles locked and I could feel my body squeezing him in impossible tightness. He latched on to my shoulder with his teeth as his body tensed. He released with a deep groan, shouting my name around the skin trapped between his teeth.
Instead of collapsing down onto me he rolled off to the side on the bed. I felt like I was floating. Sasha lay trembling beside me. It took us several minutes before our breathing was back to normal. I took the used condom from him and disposed of it in the trash can. I curled up beside him and he pulled me into his arms. He cuddle close to me and released a long contented sigh.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Chapter 10 - Jizz?
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Sasha's POV
I wanted Nefertiti. It seemed like I was hard all the time. Ever since our movie night I couldn't stop thinking about sleeping with her. I could still feel her straddling me and her hips moving against mine. I could still feel her lips on my neck and her hands gripping my hair. More than once I had dreamt about being with her only to wake up covered in sweat, hard, and achy.
Nef and I met during the season ticket holders party in early September during the preseason. Now two months later we had finally told each other that we liked each other and that we wanted to move ahead, to see where things went. We had only been officially dating for less than a month.
It was mid November and Nef and I had yet to have sex. Not that I was complaining or anything but a there is only so much cuddling a guy can do before his body starts to react. Whenever we're together we cuddled, we held each other. More than once she had fallen asleep in my arms watching television. I had even had her over to my place to hangout. I told her that she was welcome to stay the night if she wanted. I told her that if she wasn't comfortable sharing my bed that she could sleep in one of the guest rooms. She had politely refused and drove home at 2 am.
I really wanted her to stay with me that night. Hell I really wanted her to stay with me any night. It seemed like every time things got hot and heavy there was an interruption: her roommates, her friends, my friends, the phone, or it was late. Once we had been on the couch in my living room with her hands down my pants when Ovie walked in. Why did he have keys to my house again? Another time we had been laying on her bed with my hand up her shirt when Jesse walked in looking to borrow a dress from Nef.
I was in the locker room after practice taking off my gear. Some of the guys were horsing around. The usual trouble makers: Ovie, Mike, our web producer Brett Leonhardt, and our PR guy Nate Ewell. Brett and Nate had chased Mike and Ovie from the trainers room into the locker room. Mike had been screaming for help as Brett chased him with a pair of clippers.
"Come on Greener; you need to have the hawk," Brett said referring to Mike not having his fauxhawk. He hadn't had a hair cut since before the preseason and it had grown out.
Once I had taken off my skates I grabbed Nate and put him in a headlock. Ovie came up beside me and grabbed Nate's legs. Once Mike saw that we had Nate he turned to Brett and said "You're next." We carried Nate to the cold pool and tossed him in. Poor Nate; he seemed to be the victim of pranks in the locker room more than anyone else. When Brett saw what we had done to Nate he turned and fled the locker room.
"It's not over!" Nate shouted as everyone in the locker room laughed. He always said that he would get us back one day.
After I pulled off my compression gear I walked into the showers to get clean, hoping that I could get showered and dressed before anyone decided that they wanted to continue the fun. I showered quickly and went to my locker stall to dress.
"Sash," I heard Mike say, "What's up?"
"Not much,"
"We're going out tonight. Wanna come?"
"Nyet. I have plans already," I told him.
"Plans? Doing what?"
"Not doing what. Doing who," Ovie said. "He has new girl."
There were a few whistles from the locker room as I pulled on my jeans.
"Well bring her out too. I want to meet her," Mike told me.
"No, you already meet her. We not go out tonight. We stay in."
I explained to Mike that he had met Nef the night we went to Russia House a few months ago. He said that he didn't remember her so I showed him one of the pictures that I have saved to my phone. This one was of her in a charcoal gray skirt suit, glasses, and her hair in a bun on top of her head.
"You're staying in, huh?" Mike asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"Da."
I sat my phone down in my stall to pull my shirt over my head and Mike snatched it. I started to run after him but Nick grabbed me and pinned me against the locker stalls.
"Ohhhh, she's a looker," Mike said as he flipped through the pictures on my phone.
I heard the phone beep signaling a new text message.
"A new message from Nef," Mike said as he opened it. "Still on for dinner and desert tonight at 7?"
I tried to push Nick off of me to get my phone but Tomas (Flash) came over to help hold me down. Mike started to press buttons on my phone and I asked him what he was doing.
"Nothing," he said as he put the phone to his ear; he was calling her.
He put the phone on speaker and I heard Nef's voice say "Hey babe."
"Hi Babe," Mike responded.
"Sasha?" she asked.
I tried to shout but Flash put his hand over my mouth. The locker room had gone silent and everyone was listening.
"Da," Mike said.
"Who is this?"
"It Sasha," Ovie said. "He here in the locker room."
"Ovie? Who was that talking and why am I on speaker phone in the locker room?" She asked.
"Sasha," Mike said, "Want guys to talk to you." He was trying and failing to speak with a Russian accent.
"You guys are terrible," she said laughing. I guess she had worked out that the guys had stolen my phone.
"This is Brads. So, you're Jizz's new girl?" Brads said taking the phone from Mike.
"Jizz?" she asked quizzically.
I really didn't want her to know that particular nickname.
"Yeah, that's what we call him in the locker room."
"Well then I guess I am Jizz's new girl," she said laughing. "Can you tell him to be at my place for dinner at 7?"
"Will do, but when are we going to meet you? The guys have to meet and approve of you."
"Ummm, I guess that's up to Jizz."
They proceeded to pass my phone around to just about everyone on the locker room. They were really having too much fun with this.
"So you guys are having dinner and 'dessert'?" Brooks asked when he got the phone. "What kind of dessert?"
I did not like the way he spoke to Nef. His voice was too low, too breathy. Stop flirting with her dammit. I don't care if you are a ladies man Brooks, that lady is mine!
"Something sweet and sinful," Nef spoke in a sultry voice playing along with Brooks.
"Sweet and sinful?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking something with chocolate and caramel."
"Jizz says that he only wants chocolate and caramel if it's on you," Brooks made kissy lips at me.
I did not say that. I was thinking it, yes. But I didn't say it. I am going to kill Brooks and Mike, and Ovie, and Brads, definitely Brads.
"That can be arranged," I heard her say.
The entire locker room erupted with cheers and whistles. I'm never going to live this down. Please don't encourage them. I get ragged on enough by Ovie about Nef. I don't need the rest of the team to do it too.
"I'd love to keep chatting with you guys but I have to get back to work. Tell Jizz- I meant Sasha that I'll see him later tonight!"
Brooks handed my phone back to me and Flash and Nick let me go. As I was leaving the locker room Mike made pouty lips and batted his eyelashes at me. "I can't believe you're ditching us."
"I not ditching you. I just not going out with you. Rather spend time with the pretty lady."
"Rather spend naked time with the pretty lady," Brooks hollered as I walked out of the locker room.
"Better than naked time with you!" I shouted back.
Naked time - I wish.
Sasha's POV
I wanted Nefertiti. It seemed like I was hard all the time. Ever since our movie night I couldn't stop thinking about sleeping with her. I could still feel her straddling me and her hips moving against mine. I could still feel her lips on my neck and her hands gripping my hair. More than once I had dreamt about being with her only to wake up covered in sweat, hard, and achy.
Nef and I met during the season ticket holders party in early September during the preseason. Now two months later we had finally told each other that we liked each other and that we wanted to move ahead, to see where things went. We had only been officially dating for less than a month.
It was mid November and Nef and I had yet to have sex. Not that I was complaining or anything but a there is only so much cuddling a guy can do before his body starts to react. Whenever we're together we cuddled, we held each other. More than once she had fallen asleep in my arms watching television. I had even had her over to my place to hangout. I told her that she was welcome to stay the night if she wanted. I told her that if she wasn't comfortable sharing my bed that she could sleep in one of the guest rooms. She had politely refused and drove home at 2 am.
I really wanted her to stay with me that night. Hell I really wanted her to stay with me any night. It seemed like every time things got hot and heavy there was an interruption: her roommates, her friends, my friends, the phone, or it was late. Once we had been on the couch in my living room with her hands down my pants when Ovie walked in. Why did he have keys to my house again? Another time we had been laying on her bed with my hand up her shirt when Jesse walked in looking to borrow a dress from Nef.
I was in the locker room after practice taking off my gear. Some of the guys were horsing around. The usual trouble makers: Ovie, Mike, our web producer Brett Leonhardt, and our PR guy Nate Ewell. Brett and Nate had chased Mike and Ovie from the trainers room into the locker room. Mike had been screaming for help as Brett chased him with a pair of clippers.
"Come on Greener; you need to have the hawk," Brett said referring to Mike not having his fauxhawk. He hadn't had a hair cut since before the preseason and it had grown out.
Once I had taken off my skates I grabbed Nate and put him in a headlock. Ovie came up beside me and grabbed Nate's legs. Once Mike saw that we had Nate he turned to Brett and said "You're next." We carried Nate to the cold pool and tossed him in. Poor Nate; he seemed to be the victim of pranks in the locker room more than anyone else. When Brett saw what we had done to Nate he turned and fled the locker room.
"It's not over!" Nate shouted as everyone in the locker room laughed. He always said that he would get us back one day.
After I pulled off my compression gear I walked into the showers to get clean, hoping that I could get showered and dressed before anyone decided that they wanted to continue the fun. I showered quickly and went to my locker stall to dress.
"Sash," I heard Mike say, "What's up?"
"Not much,"
"We're going out tonight. Wanna come?"
"Nyet. I have plans already," I told him.
"Plans? Doing what?"
"Not doing what. Doing who," Ovie said. "He has new girl."
There were a few whistles from the locker room as I pulled on my jeans.
"Well bring her out too. I want to meet her," Mike told me.
"No, you already meet her. We not go out tonight. We stay in."
I explained to Mike that he had met Nef the night we went to Russia House a few months ago. He said that he didn't remember her so I showed him one of the pictures that I have saved to my phone. This one was of her in a charcoal gray skirt suit, glasses, and her hair in a bun on top of her head.
"You're staying in, huh?" Mike asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"Da."
I sat my phone down in my stall to pull my shirt over my head and Mike snatched it. I started to run after him but Nick grabbed me and pinned me against the locker stalls.
"Ohhhh, she's a looker," Mike said as he flipped through the pictures on my phone.
I heard the phone beep signaling a new text message.
"A new message from Nef," Mike said as he opened it. "Still on for dinner and desert tonight at 7?"
I tried to push Nick off of me to get my phone but Tomas (Flash) came over to help hold me down. Mike started to press buttons on my phone and I asked him what he was doing.
"Nothing," he said as he put the phone to his ear; he was calling her.
He put the phone on speaker and I heard Nef's voice say "Hey babe."
"Hi Babe," Mike responded.
"Sasha?" she asked.
I tried to shout but Flash put his hand over my mouth. The locker room had gone silent and everyone was listening.
"Da," Mike said.
"Who is this?"
"It Sasha," Ovie said. "He here in the locker room."
"Ovie? Who was that talking and why am I on speaker phone in the locker room?" She asked.
"Sasha," Mike said, "Want guys to talk to you." He was trying and failing to speak with a Russian accent.
"You guys are terrible," she said laughing. I guess she had worked out that the guys had stolen my phone.
"This is Brads. So, you're Jizz's new girl?" Brads said taking the phone from Mike.
"Jizz?" she asked quizzically.
I really didn't want her to know that particular nickname.
"Yeah, that's what we call him in the locker room."
"Well then I guess I am Jizz's new girl," she said laughing. "Can you tell him to be at my place for dinner at 7?"
"Will do, but when are we going to meet you? The guys have to meet and approve of you."
"Ummm, I guess that's up to Jizz."
They proceeded to pass my phone around to just about everyone on the locker room. They were really having too much fun with this.
"So you guys are having dinner and 'dessert'?" Brooks asked when he got the phone. "What kind of dessert?"
I did not like the way he spoke to Nef. His voice was too low, too breathy. Stop flirting with her dammit. I don't care if you are a ladies man Brooks, that lady is mine!
"Something sweet and sinful," Nef spoke in a sultry voice playing along with Brooks.
"Sweet and sinful?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking something with chocolate and caramel."
"Jizz says that he only wants chocolate and caramel if it's on you," Brooks made kissy lips at me.
I did not say that. I was thinking it, yes. But I didn't say it. I am going to kill Brooks and Mike, and Ovie, and Brads, definitely Brads.
"That can be arranged," I heard her say.
The entire locker room erupted with cheers and whistles. I'm never going to live this down. Please don't encourage them. I get ragged on enough by Ovie about Nef. I don't need the rest of the team to do it too.
"I'd love to keep chatting with you guys but I have to get back to work. Tell Jizz- I meant Sasha that I'll see him later tonight!"
Brooks handed my phone back to me and Flash and Nick let me go. As I was leaving the locker room Mike made pouty lips and batted his eyelashes at me. "I can't believe you're ditching us."
"I not ditching you. I just not going out with you. Rather spend time with the pretty lady."
"Rather spend naked time with the pretty lady," Brooks hollered as I walked out of the locker room.
"Better than naked time with you!" I shouted back.
Naked time - I wish.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Chapter 9 - Want
Soundtrack: Anjulie - The Heat
Nef's POV
When I woke up the next morning the first thing I grabbed was a cup of coffee. I had been up late. Class and work at my internship today. Waking up at 7:00 am was hard after only a few hours of sleep but I was happy. When Sasha left last night both Jesse and Steph wanted to know every detail of the kisses I shared with Sasha.
They were addicting. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted him to kiss me again. When I arrived at the office at 8:30 I was still smiling. I was happy and excited. At a little before 11 am I received a text message from Sasha that said have a good day. Since I had class until 9pm that night we wouldn't be able to see each other. With the game tomorrow we might only be able to see each other briefly. After the game I was driving to Baltimore to visit my family and would be there for the weekend. We had confessed our feelings for each other but we wouldn't actually have time to talk about it for the next few days. His parents were in town for a visit so he would be spending time with them.
To say my day was long was a bit of an understatement. By the time my class let out and I drove home from the University of Maryland Campus I was ready to collapse on my bed. When my phone rang I wanted to ignore it but I saw that it was Sasha. We talked about our day - work and practice. We were on the phone for about an hour before we both decided to get some sleep.
Jesse and I went to the game against the Hurricanes and arrived early enough to watch the guys take the warm up skate. I watched Sasha stretch and take practice shots. He turned to look for me and I stood and waved. I saw a smile cross his face and he puckered his lips at me. I blew him a kiss before I sat down.
"Okay, that was disgusting," Jesse said laughing.
The Caps ended up losing 4 - 2. I dropped Jesse off at our place before heading up to Baltimore. When I walked through the door leading from the garage to the kitchen I saw my parents sitting at the island counter. They had waited up to make sure that I got home safely.
Sasha's POV
We lost to the Hurricanes. After the game I picked up my parents and we headed back home. They were in town for another week. The had arrived the day we came back home from the New York and planing the Rangers. Nef had gone back to Baltimore for the weekend to spend time with her family so I would be able to see her until sometime next week. While she was in Baltimore we texted each other none stop both in English and Russian.
At breakfast one morning my mother asked me who I had been texting so feverishly. I told her that it was a friend and Ovie laughed. He had come for breakfast and to hang out. Nef had told me that she was going shopping with her mom and that she wanted my opinion on something. By late that afternoon the text messages that Nef was sending me turned to picture messages. She sent me pictures of her in dresses: long dresses, short dresses, dresses that showed off her leg, and dresses that highlighted her hour glass figure.
Oh sweet lord she had nice legs. I am a leg man and an ass man. I wanted her. I wanted her now. I was in the basement trying to play video games with Ovie but I kept picking up my phone every time it beeped with a new message. She started sending me pictures of her in business skirt suits and I'm pretty sure that I started drooling. She was looking for more clothes for work and a dress that she could wear to her parents' anniversary party that was happening in a few months. They were going to be celebrating their 27th wedding anniversary.
I told her to go with the dress that showed off her legs and to go with a dark blue skirt suit.
"Sashka, can you come here please?" I heard my mom call down to me.
"Yes, mom?" I went upstairs to the kitchen.
"What do you want for dinner," she asked.
"Whatever you feel like cooking is fine," I would have suggested that we all go out for dinner but she would have none of it. She wanted to cook for me. It was her way of me still being her little boy, even if I lived and worked in another country.
"Who is this friend?" she asked. I should have known she wouldn't leave it at just a friend.
"Someone I met about 2 months ago. We have been hanging out."
"A girl someone?"
"Yes, a girl someone. No you can't meet her yet. We just started talking and it's not serious," I told her cutting her off before she could ask anymore questions.
I'm 25 years old and she still wanted to know each and every one of my friends. She even tried to introduce me to girls that she thought would fit me and girls that she picked. I had been on more than one blind date at the hands of my mother. Nef and I had just told each other how we felt and I didn't want to rush anything. I wanted this to work out.
Later in the evening, after dinner, and after I had gone upstairs to my room I looked back at the pictures that Nef had sent to me. They were sexy. Subtle but sexy. I loved the subtle sexiness in women. I wondered what she looked like beneath her clothes. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be with her in the most intimate way.
Geeze, when had I gotten so worked up? I don't think she had been trying to tease me or work me up but she had.
Nef's POV
It was Wednesday night before I was able to see Sasha again. We decided that we would have a very laid back movie night at my place. He brought The Hangover with him. In all this time I had yet to see this movie. We started out on the couch cuddled together. He sat on one section of the couch with one leg propped up on the couch and I sat between his legs leaning back against his chest.
To say that movie was hilarious was an understatement. I spent most of the movie clutching my sides laughing. Sasha spent a great deal of time with his arms wrapped around me, face buried in my shoulder, laughing.
When the movie ended he asked if we could watch some on the San Jose - St. Louis game. I turned it to NHL Center Ice and we sat there quiet watching the game. His fingers were gentle stroking up and down my arms. It was a light tickling sensation that gave me goosebumps. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked leaning down until his lips were right next to my ear.
I could feel his warm breath against my skin and I shivered again.
"No, not cold."
No, I wasn't cold. I was shivering because of his teasing fingers stroking my arms. I was shivering because of his breathy whisper next to my ear. I was shivering because of his hard body being so close to mine. I shivered because of the strong masculine scent that was Sasha. Now that I didn't have the distraction of laughter I could notice just how well our bodies fit together as we cuddled on the couch.
I wanted him. I wanted his body. I wanted his body now.
"No? Not cold?" Sasha asked smiling.
I could hear the smile in his voice so I turned my head to look up at him. When I did his lips caught mine. As the kiss continued he turned me on his lap and I straddle him. His lips went from my mouth to my ear and then to my neck. It felt so good. The more his lips moved on my skin the more my hips seemed to thrust against his. I could feel him growing hard through the fabric of both of our sweatpants. My lips and tongue latched on to his neck and my hips continued to move back and forth against his erection. He whimpered deep in his throat and his hands gripped my hips.
We had gotten so wrapped up in one another that we didn't here the door when Steph and her boyfriend Terry come in from their date. Hearing Steph say "Hi Nef" was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. We pulled away from each other and turned to look at Steph.
We were both red faced at being caught yet again devouring each other. Steph and Terry went to Steph's room and Sasha and I said good night to each other.I could see his erection straining against his pants as he walked to the door.
"Drive home safely," I said.
"Sleep well," he told me as he left.
"Dammit Steph! Your timing sucks!" I yelled as I heard her giggling and Terry laughing.
Nef's POV
When I woke up the next morning the first thing I grabbed was a cup of coffee. I had been up late. Class and work at my internship today. Waking up at 7:00 am was hard after only a few hours of sleep but I was happy. When Sasha left last night both Jesse and Steph wanted to know every detail of the kisses I shared with Sasha.
They were addicting. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted him to kiss me again. When I arrived at the office at 8:30 I was still smiling. I was happy and excited. At a little before 11 am I received a text message from Sasha that said have a good day. Since I had class until 9pm that night we wouldn't be able to see each other. With the game tomorrow we might only be able to see each other briefly. After the game I was driving to Baltimore to visit my family and would be there for the weekend. We had confessed our feelings for each other but we wouldn't actually have time to talk about it for the next few days. His parents were in town for a visit so he would be spending time with them.
To say my day was long was a bit of an understatement. By the time my class let out and I drove home from the University of Maryland Campus I was ready to collapse on my bed. When my phone rang I wanted to ignore it but I saw that it was Sasha. We talked about our day - work and practice. We were on the phone for about an hour before we both decided to get some sleep.
Jesse and I went to the game against the Hurricanes and arrived early enough to watch the guys take the warm up skate. I watched Sasha stretch and take practice shots. He turned to look for me and I stood and waved. I saw a smile cross his face and he puckered his lips at me. I blew him a kiss before I sat down.
"Okay, that was disgusting," Jesse said laughing.
The Caps ended up losing 4 - 2. I dropped Jesse off at our place before heading up to Baltimore. When I walked through the door leading from the garage to the kitchen I saw my parents sitting at the island counter. They had waited up to make sure that I got home safely.
Sasha's POV
We lost to the Hurricanes. After the game I picked up my parents and we headed back home. They were in town for another week. The had arrived the day we came back home from the New York and planing the Rangers. Nef had gone back to Baltimore for the weekend to spend time with her family so I would be able to see her until sometime next week. While she was in Baltimore we texted each other none stop both in English and Russian.
At breakfast one morning my mother asked me who I had been texting so feverishly. I told her that it was a friend and Ovie laughed. He had come for breakfast and to hang out. Nef had told me that she was going shopping with her mom and that she wanted my opinion on something. By late that afternoon the text messages that Nef was sending me turned to picture messages. She sent me pictures of her in dresses: long dresses, short dresses, dresses that showed off her leg, and dresses that highlighted her hour glass figure.
Oh sweet lord she had nice legs. I am a leg man and an ass man. I wanted her. I wanted her now. I was in the basement trying to play video games with Ovie but I kept picking up my phone every time it beeped with a new message. She started sending me pictures of her in business skirt suits and I'm pretty sure that I started drooling. She was looking for more clothes for work and a dress that she could wear to her parents' anniversary party that was happening in a few months. They were going to be celebrating their 27th wedding anniversary.
I told her to go with the dress that showed off her legs and to go with a dark blue skirt suit.
"Sashka, can you come here please?" I heard my mom call down to me.
"Yes, mom?" I went upstairs to the kitchen.
"What do you want for dinner," she asked.
"Whatever you feel like cooking is fine," I would have suggested that we all go out for dinner but she would have none of it. She wanted to cook for me. It was her way of me still being her little boy, even if I lived and worked in another country.
"Who is this friend?" she asked. I should have known she wouldn't leave it at just a friend.
"Someone I met about 2 months ago. We have been hanging out."
"A girl someone?"
"Yes, a girl someone. No you can't meet her yet. We just started talking and it's not serious," I told her cutting her off before she could ask anymore questions.
I'm 25 years old and she still wanted to know each and every one of my friends. She even tried to introduce me to girls that she thought would fit me and girls that she picked. I had been on more than one blind date at the hands of my mother. Nef and I had just told each other how we felt and I didn't want to rush anything. I wanted this to work out.
Later in the evening, after dinner, and after I had gone upstairs to my room I looked back at the pictures that Nef had sent to me. They were sexy. Subtle but sexy. I loved the subtle sexiness in women. I wondered what she looked like beneath her clothes. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be with her in the most intimate way.
Geeze, when had I gotten so worked up? I don't think she had been trying to tease me or work me up but she had.
Nef's POV
It was Wednesday night before I was able to see Sasha again. We decided that we would have a very laid back movie night at my place. He brought The Hangover with him. In all this time I had yet to see this movie. We started out on the couch cuddled together. He sat on one section of the couch with one leg propped up on the couch and I sat between his legs leaning back against his chest.
To say that movie was hilarious was an understatement. I spent most of the movie clutching my sides laughing. Sasha spent a great deal of time with his arms wrapped around me, face buried in my shoulder, laughing.
When the movie ended he asked if we could watch some on the San Jose - St. Louis game. I turned it to NHL Center Ice and we sat there quiet watching the game. His fingers were gentle stroking up and down my arms. It was a light tickling sensation that gave me goosebumps. I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked leaning down until his lips were right next to my ear.
I could feel his warm breath against my skin and I shivered again.
"No, not cold."
No, I wasn't cold. I was shivering because of his teasing fingers stroking my arms. I was shivering because of his breathy whisper next to my ear. I was shivering because of his hard body being so close to mine. I shivered because of the strong masculine scent that was Sasha. Now that I didn't have the distraction of laughter I could notice just how well our bodies fit together as we cuddled on the couch.
I wanted him. I wanted his body. I wanted his body now.
"No? Not cold?" Sasha asked smiling.
I could hear the smile in his voice so I turned my head to look up at him. When I did his lips caught mine. As the kiss continued he turned me on his lap and I straddle him. His lips went from my mouth to my ear and then to my neck. It felt so good. The more his lips moved on my skin the more my hips seemed to thrust against his. I could feel him growing hard through the fabric of both of our sweatpants. My lips and tongue latched on to his neck and my hips continued to move back and forth against his erection. He whimpered deep in his throat and his hands gripped my hips.
We had gotten so wrapped up in one another that we didn't here the door when Steph and her boyfriend Terry come in from their date. Hearing Steph say "Hi Nef" was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. We pulled away from each other and turned to look at Steph.
We were both red faced at being caught yet again devouring each other. Steph and Terry went to Steph's room and Sasha and I said good night to each other.I could see his erection straining against his pants as he walked to the door.
"Drive home safely," I said.
"Sleep well," he told me as he left.
"Dammit Steph! Your timing sucks!" I yelled as I heard her giggling and Terry laughing.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Chapter 8 - Cinnamon Interrogation
Soundtrack: Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me
Nef’s POV
When I entered my condo both my roommates were sitting in the living room in their pajamas. I walked past them to head to my room.
“Make sure you come back out here,” Jesse said.
Great. I was going to be interrogated by my roommates about my date with Sasha. They knew that we had been talking and hanging out. We had all gone out partying on more than one occasion. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, washed my face to remove my make up, put my hair in a bun on the top of my head and went to the living room. Stephanie handed me a cup of my favorite cinnamon tea.
“So what’s the deal with you and the Russian boy?”
“No deal, Jesse. We just hang out--”
“Dinner, flowers, kisses on your forehead? All no deal?” Stephanie interrupted.
Damn. Hadn’t known that Steph had been watching Sasha and I before we left.
“No deal as in he likes me and I like him. We like each other enough to hangout.”
Yes. That sounded like a reasonable answer. I didn’t know what to tell my roommates. I liked Sasha. He liked me. Enough to hang out together. Enough to want to get to know each other. Jesse had her phone in her hands and was texting someone. I thought that this meant that the conversation was done. I got up to go back to my room.
“Hold up, we’re not done. How many times have you guys ‘hung out’?” asked Jesse.
“Not that kind of hang out,” I said. “We go for coffee, lunch, dinner. I’ve gone to watch him practice a time or two.”
“How much do you like him?” asked Stephanie.
“Enough to want to get to know him better.”
A million questions. My roommates are nosy. Not bad nosy but nosy none the less. I couldn’t define what was happening between Sasha and myself. We were buddies. Could it grow into something else? Yes. Was it growing into something else? Yes. What was the something else? I couldn’t tell you.
“So can we expect to see a half dress Russian walking around our apartment?” Steph asked.
“No, at least not yet.” Jesse answered.
I looked at Jesse. “What?” I asked. She pulled out her phone and started reading text messages. Text messages from Ovie. Shit.
“Well it turns out that you like him and he likes you but your both to shy to flat out say it.”
Ovie had taken things into his own hands. Just then my phone vibrated signaling a new text message.
On my way to your place with Sasha.
It was from Ovie. I looked up at my roommates.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, it seems that both you and Sasha have amazing friends that want you to overcome your shyness,” Jesse responded.
It’s official. I hate my roommates. And I’m pretty sure I hate Ovie too. I told him to leave it alone. When Sasha was ready to let me know how he felt he would tell me. When I was ready I would tell him. Bah! It didn’t take long for Ovie to knock on the front door. Jesse opened the door and Ovie pulled in a pouting Sasha. He was still in his slacks and blazer so it seemed like he hadn’t even gotten the chance to undress.
It turned out that Ovie was at Sasha house when he got there. He and Jesse had been planning to interrogate each of us. When our answers were what they should have been Ovie dragged Sasha from the house to his car.
“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen. I felt like I was back in high school, scared to tell a boy that I had a crush on him.
“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.
I stood, pulled him to me and kissed him. Kissed him hard. His hands went to the back of my head and my lower back to pull me closer to him.
“I like you a lot too,” I said when he let me go.
“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” he asked me.
“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything,” I responded.
His face was blank for a moment before he realized what it meant.
“You speak Russian?”
I nodded and he blushed. His face, neck, and ears turned bright red.
“Why you not tell me?”
“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”
“But you not tell me either.”
I explained to him why I hadn’t told him that I was fluent in Russian. I told him that I believed that when he was ready to let me know how he felt he would be sure to let me know. I also told him that in the beginning I wasn’t sure if he just wanted to sleep with me or if he wanted me as a friend. I told him that I wasn’t just going to sleep with him and be another conquest. In this case, our overbearing friends had forced us to but the result was still the same.
“You feel same way?” he asked hopefully.
“Da, I feel the same way,” I said.
He kissed me this time. I could taste the wine from dinner and I was sure that he could taste the cinnamon from my tea. It was intoxicating. I wanted more kisses from him. They were good. Really good. I pulled him as close to me as I could manage. His arms tightened around me and I groaned. Behind us I could hear someone clear their throat. We pulled away, both flushed from embarrassment and the heat of the kiss.
Sasha’s POV
When I walked into my house Ovie was sitting in my kitchen talking to my Dad and texting on his phone. It wasn’t weird because we were always at each others’ houses. My parents were in town for a visit as was his parents. We all spent time together. Our parents were great friends. His mom looked after me when she was hear and my mom looked after Ovie when she was hear. Ovie and I laughed that our parents were such great friends so that they could always have some one around to look after us. Our mothers were nosey creatures and always wanted to know what we were doing. We made idle chitchat but it wasn’t long before my dad went upstairs to go to bed.
“So how did your date go?” he asked.
“It was good. We had fun. We always do,”
“Did you tell her?”
“No, not yet.” I answered
Ovie looked at me and rolled his eyes. I could tell that he was annoyed.
“Get up,” he said.
He grabbed my upper arm and pulled be toward the front door. I asked him where we were going as he dragged me down the street and pushed me into his car. This was one of the times when I hated living two houses down from Ovie.
“Nef’s place.”
I tried to open the door and get out of the car but he sped off. He placed his phone on the top of his stirring wheel so that he could read a text message. When we pulled out of the cul de sack and on to the main road he told me that he had been texting Jesse. Apparently he and Nef’s roommates had been plotting. I was almost tempted to stay in the car when we pulled up to Nef’s place. Would Ovie try and drag me from the car? The look on his face said it all. When had he become so pushy?
Nef was sitting on the couch when we came in. She was in pink pajamas and a white tank top with her hair piled in a bun on the top of her head. She was wearing black rimmed Dolce and Gabbanna glasses with a mug in her hand. Cute. Really cute. Even getting ready for bed she still looked beautiful. It looked like she was ready to run for the door. She had been blind sided in the same why that I had been. Great. Gotta love our friends.
“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen.
“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.
She stood, pulled me toward her and kissed me. My hands went to the back of her head and her lower back to pull her closer to me.
“I like a lot too,” she said when I let her go.
“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” I asked.
“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything.”
My face was blank for a moment before I realized what it meant.
“You speak Russian?”
She nodded and I blushed. My face, neck, and ears turned bright red. I could feel the waves of heat and embarrassment rushing toward my face. All the things I had said believing that she couldn’t understand me.
“Why you not tell me?” I asked.
“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”
“But you not tell me either.” She was right. I had assumed that she did speak Russian. I never asked. The one questions that was crucial I had never asked.
She explained to my why she didn’t tell me that she was fluent in Russian. She didn’t want to be just another puck slut. She wasn’t sure of how she felt about me or how I felt about her but the more we hung out and got to know each other the more she wanted me. She told me that she was going to tell me her feelings and that she spoke Russian but that she was nervous. She didn’t want to make things awkward. I had used that same excuse while I was on the road when Ovie asked me for the 50th time…or was it the 150th time why I hadn’t told Nef how I felt.
“You feel same way?” I asked hopefully.
“Da, I feel the same way,” she said.
This time I pulled her to me and I kissed her. Cinnamon tea. She had been drinking cinnamon tea. It was sweet and wonderful. Her arms went around my waist and she pulled me into her. I heard her groan deeply and I moaned. Kissing her was amazing and I wanted more. More of her sweet kisses. More tongue and more of her pillow soft lips. My hands went to her ass and I pulled her hips to mine. More was all I could think about. I heard someone clear their throat and we released each other’s lips. We were flushed from the intensity of our kisses as well as shear embarrassment at being caught almost devouring each other.
“I meet you at the car,” Ovie said as he walked to the door laughing.
Both Jesse and Steph went down the hall way that led to their rooms. Nef walked me out to the door that led to the visitor parking lot where Ovie had parked. I gave her a goodnight kiss but before either of us could get into it Ovie yelled “Enough already! Let’s go!” I growled and Nef giggled. She nipped my bottom lip and told me to call her later. She turned to go back to her condo and I turned to head to Ovie’s car. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was happy. Really happy.
On the way home Ovie was quiet. He said nothing. No “I told you so,” no gloating or laughing. I was a little nervous. Whenever Ovie is quiet you should worry. He’s not a quiet person so when he is quiet he is most likely up to something. By the time I actually crawled into bed it was after 1 am. We had practice at 11 am the following morning.
Nef’s POV
When I entered my condo both my roommates were sitting in the living room in their pajamas. I walked past them to head to my room.
“Make sure you come back out here,” Jesse said.
Great. I was going to be interrogated by my roommates about my date with Sasha. They knew that we had been talking and hanging out. We had all gone out partying on more than one occasion. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, washed my face to remove my make up, put my hair in a bun on the top of my head and went to the living room. Stephanie handed me a cup of my favorite cinnamon tea.
“So what’s the deal with you and the Russian boy?”
“No deal, Jesse. We just hang out--”
“Dinner, flowers, kisses on your forehead? All no deal?” Stephanie interrupted.
Damn. Hadn’t known that Steph had been watching Sasha and I before we left.
“No deal as in he likes me and I like him. We like each other enough to hangout.”
Yes. That sounded like a reasonable answer. I didn’t know what to tell my roommates. I liked Sasha. He liked me. Enough to hang out together. Enough to want to get to know each other. Jesse had her phone in her hands and was texting someone. I thought that this meant that the conversation was done. I got up to go back to my room.
“Hold up, we’re not done. How many times have you guys ‘hung out’?” asked Jesse.
“Not that kind of hang out,” I said. “We go for coffee, lunch, dinner. I’ve gone to watch him practice a time or two.”
“How much do you like him?” asked Stephanie.
“Enough to want to get to know him better.”
A million questions. My roommates are nosy. Not bad nosy but nosy none the less. I couldn’t define what was happening between Sasha and myself. We were buddies. Could it grow into something else? Yes. Was it growing into something else? Yes. What was the something else? I couldn’t tell you.
“So can we expect to see a half dress Russian walking around our apartment?” Steph asked.
“No, at least not yet.” Jesse answered.
I looked at Jesse. “What?” I asked. She pulled out her phone and started reading text messages. Text messages from Ovie. Shit.
“Well it turns out that you like him and he likes you but your both to shy to flat out say it.”
Ovie had taken things into his own hands. Just then my phone vibrated signaling a new text message.
On my way to your place with Sasha.
It was from Ovie. I looked up at my roommates.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, it seems that both you and Sasha have amazing friends that want you to overcome your shyness,” Jesse responded.
It’s official. I hate my roommates. And I’m pretty sure I hate Ovie too. I told him to leave it alone. When Sasha was ready to let me know how he felt he would tell me. When I was ready I would tell him. Bah! It didn’t take long for Ovie to knock on the front door. Jesse opened the door and Ovie pulled in a pouting Sasha. He was still in his slacks and blazer so it seemed like he hadn’t even gotten the chance to undress.
It turned out that Ovie was at Sasha house when he got there. He and Jesse had been planning to interrogate each of us. When our answers were what they should have been Ovie dragged Sasha from the house to his car.
“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen. I felt like I was back in high school, scared to tell a boy that I had a crush on him.
“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.
I stood, pulled him to me and kissed him. Kissed him hard. His hands went to the back of my head and my lower back to pull me closer to him.
“I like you a lot too,” I said when he let me go.
“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” he asked me.
“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything,” I responded.
His face was blank for a moment before he realized what it meant.
“You speak Russian?”
I nodded and he blushed. His face, neck, and ears turned bright red.
“Why you not tell me?”
“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”
“But you not tell me either.”
I explained to him why I hadn’t told him that I was fluent in Russian. I told him that I believed that when he was ready to let me know how he felt he would be sure to let me know. I also told him that in the beginning I wasn’t sure if he just wanted to sleep with me or if he wanted me as a friend. I told him that I wasn’t just going to sleep with him and be another conquest. In this case, our overbearing friends had forced us to but the result was still the same.
“You feel same way?” he asked hopefully.
“Da, I feel the same way,” I said.
He kissed me this time. I could taste the wine from dinner and I was sure that he could taste the cinnamon from my tea. It was intoxicating. I wanted more kisses from him. They were good. Really good. I pulled him as close to me as I could manage. His arms tightened around me and I groaned. Behind us I could hear someone clear their throat. We pulled away, both flushed from embarrassment and the heat of the kiss.
Sasha’s POV
When I walked into my house Ovie was sitting in my kitchen talking to my Dad and texting on his phone. It wasn’t weird because we were always at each others’ houses. My parents were in town for a visit as was his parents. We all spent time together. Our parents were great friends. His mom looked after me when she was hear and my mom looked after Ovie when she was hear. Ovie and I laughed that our parents were such great friends so that they could always have some one around to look after us. Our mothers were nosey creatures and always wanted to know what we were doing. We made idle chitchat but it wasn’t long before my dad went upstairs to go to bed.
“So how did your date go?” he asked.
“It was good. We had fun. We always do,”
“Did you tell her?”
“No, not yet.” I answered
Ovie looked at me and rolled his eyes. I could tell that he was annoyed.
“Get up,” he said.
He grabbed my upper arm and pulled be toward the front door. I asked him where we were going as he dragged me down the street and pushed me into his car. This was one of the times when I hated living two houses down from Ovie.
“Nef’s place.”
I tried to open the door and get out of the car but he sped off. He placed his phone on the top of his stirring wheel so that he could read a text message. When we pulled out of the cul de sack and on to the main road he told me that he had been texting Jesse. Apparently he and Nef’s roommates had been plotting. I was almost tempted to stay in the car when we pulled up to Nef’s place. Would Ovie try and drag me from the car? The look on his face said it all. When had he become so pushy?
Nef was sitting on the couch when we came in. She was in pink pajamas and a white tank top with her hair piled in a bun on the top of her head. She was wearing black rimmed Dolce and Gabbanna glasses with a mug in her hand. Cute. Really cute. Even getting ready for bed she still looked beautiful. It looked like she was ready to run for the door. She had been blind sided in the same why that I had been. Great. Gotta love our friends.
“You have 2 minutes to do it yourselves or we do it for you,” Jesse said as her, Steph, and Ovie went into the kitchen.
“I like you. I like you a lot,” Sasha said.
She stood, pulled me toward her and kissed me. My hands went to the back of her head and her lower back to pull her closer to me.
“I like a lot too,” she said when I let her go.
“Did Ovie teach you to say that?” I asked.
“Nyet, Ovie didn’t teach me anything.”
My face was blank for a moment before I realized what it meant.
“You speak Russian?”
She nodded and I blushed. My face, neck, and ears turned bright red. I could feel the waves of heat and embarrassment rushing toward my face. All the things I had said believing that she couldn’t understand me.
“Why you not tell me?” I asked.
“I never told you I didn’t. You assumed I didn’t. You were wrong.”
“But you not tell me either.” She was right. I had assumed that she did speak Russian. I never asked. The one questions that was crucial I had never asked.
She explained to my why she didn’t tell me that she was fluent in Russian. She didn’t want to be just another puck slut. She wasn’t sure of how she felt about me or how I felt about her but the more we hung out and got to know each other the more she wanted me. She told me that she was going to tell me her feelings and that she spoke Russian but that she was nervous. She didn’t want to make things awkward. I had used that same excuse while I was on the road when Ovie asked me for the 50th time…or was it the 150th time why I hadn’t told Nef how I felt.
“You feel same way?” I asked hopefully.
“Da, I feel the same way,” she said.
This time I pulled her to me and I kissed her. Cinnamon tea. She had been drinking cinnamon tea. It was sweet and wonderful. Her arms went around my waist and she pulled me into her. I heard her groan deeply and I moaned. Kissing her was amazing and I wanted more. More of her sweet kisses. More tongue and more of her pillow soft lips. My hands went to her ass and I pulled her hips to mine. More was all I could think about. I heard someone clear their throat and we released each other’s lips. We were flushed from the intensity of our kisses as well as shear embarrassment at being caught almost devouring each other.
“I meet you at the car,” Ovie said as he walked to the door laughing.
Both Jesse and Steph went down the hall way that led to their rooms. Nef walked me out to the door that led to the visitor parking lot where Ovie had parked. I gave her a goodnight kiss but before either of us could get into it Ovie yelled “Enough already! Let’s go!” I growled and Nef giggled. She nipped my bottom lip and told me to call her later. She turned to go back to her condo and I turned to head to Ovie’s car. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was happy. Really happy.
On the way home Ovie was quiet. He said nothing. No “I told you so,” no gloating or laughing. I was a little nervous. Whenever Ovie is quiet you should worry. He’s not a quiet person so when he is quiet he is most likely up to something. By the time I actually crawled into bed it was after 1 am. We had practice at 11 am the following morning.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Chapter 7 - I should tell you
Sasha's POV
I arrived at Nef's condo at 7:25 pm. It was Stephanie who opened the door and told me that Nef was still getting dressed.
"Sorry, I'll be there in a minute!" She yelled down the hall.
When she walked into the living room where I was seated she was wearing a baby pink dress and a cardigan. The dress came down just below her knees and the cardigan covered her bare shoulders.
"I missed you while I was on the road," I said as I stood and pulled her into a hug.
She wrapped her arms around me and I smiled.
"In English please," She said.
"I bring flowers for the pretty lady."
I pulled away and handed her the bouquet of tulips I'd brought for her.
"Ooooohhhh Thank you. These are pretty," she smiled. "Let me put these in some water."
She walked into the kitchen to grab a vase for them.
"Ummmm, Sasha? Help, please?" I heard her call to me.
I walked into the kitchen to see her standing in front of the sink pointing to the vases that were stored on top of the oak cabinets. I couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Why you put them there if you can't reach?" I asked.
"I didn't do it. It was my giant of a roommate!" She narrowed her eyes at me. "Less talking. More grabbing."
I grabbed the vase that she pointed out and stepped to the sink to fill it with water. She placed the tulips in the vase and then placed the vase in the center of the dinning room table.
"Ready short lady?" I asked smirking.
I extending my elbow to her like any gentleman would and she took it. I felt her hand grip my bicep and her nails try to get through the fabric of my blazer and shirt. I had worn gray slacks, a lavender button down shirt, and a gray blazer.
"I'm not short."
"Course not. You just not tall," I leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead.
She glared at me. It was fun to tease Nefertiti. It made up for her laughing when Ovie harassed me. There had been a few times when she had joined in with Ovie. They both seemed bent on embarrassing me. It didn't help that she thought it was cute when I blushed.
We made it to The Source for our 8 pm reservation. It was an Asian influenced that had a modern feel. Through our conversations I had learned that she had been to both Japan and China with her grandparents. Her grandfather was the founder and CEO of some big name international investment firm. She had come back from Japan with love of sushi and Asian influenced foods...yet another thing we had in common. I loved sushi and other Asian influenced foods. It seamed liked the more I talked to her the more I wanted her.
Nef's POV:
He hugged me. He kissed my forehead. He missed me while he was away. Dammit Sasha why did you have to go and say that! It made me happy that he missed me because I sure as hell missed him. But it made me feel like crap. Not because he missed me but because he spoke in Russian. He thought that I didn't understand him. I almost felt like I was lying to him. He had never asked me if I spoke Russian. He had assumed that I didn't. I hadn't bothered to correct him either.
Bah! I should tell him. I should tell him. Why hadn't I told him yet?
Dinner with Sasha was amazing. He picked me up at 7:30 with a bouquet of tulips in hand. He was an absolute gentlemen, opening doors for me, pulling out the chair for me to be seated, standing when I excused myself from the table to use the restroom. Guys like this don't exist today!
At dinner we continue to get to know each other. Sasha asked about a million questions on school. He had focused on hockey so much when he was younger that he hadn't gotten the chance to experience school as a normal kid. He had gotten the chance to attend Traktor Chelyabinsk hockey school. He attended normal classes while at Traktor but the main focus was hockey. he hadn't had the chance to attend a homecoming or a prom. I told him about high school and undergrad.
"I love University. I got to live on campus with Jesse and we both decided to attend the same graduate school so we live together."
"You know Jesse a long time?" Sasha asked.
"Yes. We met freshman year of undergrad...our first year. That was 6 years ago."
I asked him what Traktor was like and if there was anything that he missed or wished was different.
"There are things that I wanted to do like hang out with friends, go to party, go to malls but there was no time. There was lessons for school and then hockey. There was lots of practice; learning to shoot, to backcheck, to penalty kill, learning the power play. Then there was physical training: skating, running, weight lifting. Not a lot of free time but I would not change it. I love hockey. It make me happy."
After dinner Sasha drove back to my condo.
"I always have fun with you," Sasha said.
I smiled and told him that it was the same for me. He parked the car and walked me to my door. We said good night and I hugged him. He kissed my forehead before he released me from the hug. He told me that we would talk later and with that I walked into my condo.
I arrived at Nef's condo at 7:25 pm. It was Stephanie who opened the door and told me that Nef was still getting dressed.
"Sorry, I'll be there in a minute!" She yelled down the hall.
When she walked into the living room where I was seated she was wearing a baby pink dress and a cardigan. The dress came down just below her knees and the cardigan covered her bare shoulders.
"I missed you while I was on the road," I said as I stood and pulled her into a hug.
She wrapped her arms around me and I smiled.
"In English please," She said.
"I bring flowers for the pretty lady."
I pulled away and handed her the bouquet of tulips I'd brought for her.
"Ooooohhhh Thank you. These are pretty," she smiled. "Let me put these in some water."
She walked into the kitchen to grab a vase for them.
"Ummmm, Sasha? Help, please?" I heard her call to me.
I walked into the kitchen to see her standing in front of the sink pointing to the vases that were stored on top of the oak cabinets. I couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Why you put them there if you can't reach?" I asked.
"I didn't do it. It was my giant of a roommate!" She narrowed her eyes at me. "Less talking. More grabbing."
I grabbed the vase that she pointed out and stepped to the sink to fill it with water. She placed the tulips in the vase and then placed the vase in the center of the dinning room table.
"Ready short lady?" I asked smirking.
I extending my elbow to her like any gentleman would and she took it. I felt her hand grip my bicep and her nails try to get through the fabric of my blazer and shirt. I had worn gray slacks, a lavender button down shirt, and a gray blazer.
"I'm not short."
"Course not. You just not tall," I leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead.
She glared at me. It was fun to tease Nefertiti. It made up for her laughing when Ovie harassed me. There had been a few times when she had joined in with Ovie. They both seemed bent on embarrassing me. It didn't help that she thought it was cute when I blushed.
We made it to The Source for our 8 pm reservation. It was an Asian influenced that had a modern feel. Through our conversations I had learned that she had been to both Japan and China with her grandparents. Her grandfather was the founder and CEO of some big name international investment firm. She had come back from Japan with love of sushi and Asian influenced foods...yet another thing we had in common. I loved sushi and other Asian influenced foods. It seamed liked the more I talked to her the more I wanted her.
Nef's POV:
He hugged me. He kissed my forehead. He missed me while he was away. Dammit Sasha why did you have to go and say that! It made me happy that he missed me because I sure as hell missed him. But it made me feel like crap. Not because he missed me but because he spoke in Russian. He thought that I didn't understand him. I almost felt like I was lying to him. He had never asked me if I spoke Russian. He had assumed that I didn't. I hadn't bothered to correct him either.
Bah! I should tell him. I should tell him. Why hadn't I told him yet?
Dinner with Sasha was amazing. He picked me up at 7:30 with a bouquet of tulips in hand. He was an absolute gentlemen, opening doors for me, pulling out the chair for me to be seated, standing when I excused myself from the table to use the restroom. Guys like this don't exist today!
At dinner we continue to get to know each other. Sasha asked about a million questions on school. He had focused on hockey so much when he was younger that he hadn't gotten the chance to experience school as a normal kid. He had gotten the chance to attend Traktor Chelyabinsk hockey school. He attended normal classes while at Traktor but the main focus was hockey. he hadn't had the chance to attend a homecoming or a prom. I told him about high school and undergrad.
"I love University. I got to live on campus with Jesse and we both decided to attend the same graduate school so we live together."
"You know Jesse a long time?" Sasha asked.
"Yes. We met freshman year of undergrad...our first year. That was 6 years ago."
I asked him what Traktor was like and if there was anything that he missed or wished was different.
"There are things that I wanted to do like hang out with friends, go to party, go to malls but there was no time. There was lessons for school and then hockey. There was lots of practice; learning to shoot, to backcheck, to penalty kill, learning the power play. Then there was physical training: skating, running, weight lifting. Not a lot of free time but I would not change it. I love hockey. It make me happy."
After dinner Sasha drove back to my condo.
"I always have fun with you," Sasha said.
I smiled and told him that it was the same for me. He parked the car and walked me to my door. We said good night and I hugged him. He kissed my forehead before he released me from the hug. He told me that we would talk later and with that I walked into my condo.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Chapter 6 – Road
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!
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Soundtrack: David Archuleta - Crush
It had been two days since Sasha left for the Caps 6 day road trip. They had exchanged a few text messages but Sasha still hadn’t said anything to Nef about their attraction. The caps had just beaten the Rangers, 5-4, in a game that went to over time. When Sasha got back to his hotel room he called Nef.
“You sleeping?” he asked?
“No, I’m awake.”
“We stay in New York tonight and fly to Min-nah-shoda tomorrow.”
Nef laughed at the way Sasha said Minnesota.
“Why you laugh at me?”
“Minnesota. Sota not Show-da.”
“Whatever. Is weird word. Is weird place too!”
When Ovie walked into the hotel room he saw that Sasha was laying face down on his bed on the phone and asked if he was talking to Nef. He shook his head yes and Ovie yelled “Hey Sexy lady!” Nef laughed at him. Ovie and Sasha were very much like brothers that loved to torment each other. Ovie reminded Nef of one of her younger brothers that relished in causing trouble.
“When are you going to tell her you want her?” Ovie asked
“I going to kill him.”
Ovie took the phone from Sasha and sat on his back so that he couldn’t get the phone back. Nef heard wrestling and heard Sasha yell “Give it back!”
“Hi Sexy,” Ovie said.
“What’s up!”
“Did you see the game? We were amazing.”
Nef told him that she saw the game but that they were okay, not amazing. Nef enjoyed teasing Ovie and Sasha about the games when they were in a good mood. She often jokingly told Ovie that he wasn’t a superstar.
“Whatever, I know you want me! Everybody wants Ovie.”
Sasha was finally able to wrestle the phone away from Ovie.
Sasha’s POV
“Sorry about that,” I told her. “He not know when stop playing.”
She laughed at that and told me Ovie reminded her of her younger brother Set. He was named after the Egyptian God of Storms and Chaos. In the month that I had been talking to Nefertiti I had learned a lot about her and her family. Her parents were from Egypt. They had moved to the US a few years before starting a family. Her father’s name was Adjo and her mother’s name was Nefetiri, like Nefertiti but a little different. Nef had a twin brother and two younger brothers. Imhotep was her twin, and then there was Khai, followed by Set.
I knew her whole life story. I could ask her a million questions about her family and grow up in the US but I couldn’t tell her that I thought she was attractive…at least not in a language that she understood. I am such an idiot. It shouldn’t be this hard to say “I like you. I would like to kiss you.” Instead I asked her what it like was to live in Egypt. I had learned that she has lived there with her grandparents for a while.
“Just tell the damn girl that you like her!” Ovie shouted.
“I am going to kill you slowly,” I threatened.
Ovie had taken to teasing me about Nef whenever the opportunity presented itself. He flirted with her and asked if I was jealous. He said things in Russian that I might actually kill him for if he said them in English.
“Hey it’s good thing Nef doesn’t speak Russian,” Ovie said “Or she would know what a wimp you are.”
“What did he say?” Nef asked.
“Nothing, he is idiot.”
“He is an idiot,” she corrected.
I talked to Nef for a few more minutes before she had to go to bed. She had work and class the following day.
“And you can’t tell her because…”
Please, please let him find someone else to bother. I took one of the pillows from my bed and hit him over the head as hard as I could. For a moment he looked shocked and then he smiled. I was ready for him to push or hit me but he didn’t, instead he took his phone into the bathroom. He stood in the doorway and said “I’m calling Nef.” Shit. I rushed to the door but he had closed and locked it before I could get there. I grabbed my phone and called Nef, hoping that I would get her before Ovie did. Thankfully she picked up
“Hello,” She said.
“If Ovie call you no answer.”
“Why? Wait, that’s my other line. Hold on a second,”
“No, no ans-“
Shit. She answered her other line and through the bathroom door I could hear Ovie start to talk. I started banging on the bathroom door and Ovie laughed. Dammit!
Nef’s POV
Sasha called back not too long after we hung up.
“If Ovie call you no answer,”
“Why? Wait, that’s my other line. Hold on a second,”
“No, no ans-“
It was Ovie. I answered and heard his boisterous laugh.
“What’s going on,” I asked.
“He hit me with a pillow so I call you. He not want me to talk to you. He scared I tell you that he like you but he to wimpy to say it to you.”
“You are such a bully,”
“You help me tease him so you bully too!”
I laughed at Ovie. Ever since we went to the 18th Street Lounge and he found out I spoke Russian he had gotten worse with his teasing of Sasha. I heard banging on the door and shouting. I almost felt bad for Sasha but he was so cute when he pouted. I knew that Ovie was doing things to purposely provoke a reaction from Sasha. We didn’t stay on the phone for too long – We didn’t really have anything to say. When I clicked back over to Sasha he immediately asked what Ovie had said.
“You hit him with a pillow and now he will tell me all sorts of embarrassing things about you.”
We said good night. I had work at my internship the next morning and Sasha had practice followed by a flight to Minnesota. He had been gone for two days but in the month or so that we had been talking we had yet to go more than a day without talking or texting each other. We talked about everything: work, hockey, school, growing up in Russia, Egypt, the US, our parents, our siblings, and pretty much everything else. He had an older sister, Svetlana, who was married with two children. His mother’s name was Tatiana and his father’s name was Valeri. His mother had worked in a bank and his dad had been a factory worker in Krasnoyarsk when he was younger. It was just so easy to talk to him. He was funny, charming, and very sweet.
In watching him play and watching the very limited interviews that he would give throughout him time in Washington he seemed aloof. He had always been a bit of an enigma. He was a very private person and just wanted to live his life and play hockey. He and Ovie were best friends, brothers but they were complete opposites. Ovie enjoyed being the center of attention. His ego matched his personality, not that he was egotistical or narcissistic. He was extremely extroverted and always wanted to have fun. He was the life of the party. The two of them balanced each other out.
As the week past I watched them beat the Wild, 3-2, and then fall to the Rangers. After the Rangers game ended I received a text message from Sasha.
You want go dinner with me tomorrow?
Sasha and I had been out together several times, both with other people and just ourselves. We had coffee and lunch dates when our schedules permitted. Thanks to Ovie, and Sasha believing that I didn’t speak Russian, I knew for a fact that Sasha thought that I was attractive and that he liked me. I liked him. He was beautiful. We always had a good time together but I was not about to be another notch in his bedpost. At the very first I thought he just wanted to get laid but the longer we talked and the more we hung out the less I thought that. He was very slow and cautious with me.
Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you. I responded.
I was excited to see him. It had only been a week but I found myself wanting to see him. He told me that he would pick me up at 7:30 the next evening and to dress nicely. We would be going to a nice restaurant. He had made reservations at The Source Restaurant in downtown DC. For the past month I had been in a constant state of excitement. I was excited by him - both mentally and physically. I was as eager to spend time with him as he was with me.
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Soundtrack: David Archuleta - Crush
It had been two days since Sasha left for the Caps 6 day road trip. They had exchanged a few text messages but Sasha still hadn’t said anything to Nef about their attraction. The caps had just beaten the Rangers, 5-4, in a game that went to over time. When Sasha got back to his hotel room he called Nef.
“You sleeping?” he asked?
“No, I’m awake.”
“We stay in New York tonight and fly to Min-nah-shoda tomorrow.”
Nef laughed at the way Sasha said Minnesota.
“Why you laugh at me?”
“Minnesota. Sota not Show-da.”
“Whatever. Is weird word. Is weird place too!”
When Ovie walked into the hotel room he saw that Sasha was laying face down on his bed on the phone and asked if he was talking to Nef. He shook his head yes and Ovie yelled “Hey Sexy lady!” Nef laughed at him. Ovie and Sasha were very much like brothers that loved to torment each other. Ovie reminded Nef of one of her younger brothers that relished in causing trouble.
“When are you going to tell her you want her?” Ovie asked
“I going to kill him.”
Ovie took the phone from Sasha and sat on his back so that he couldn’t get the phone back. Nef heard wrestling and heard Sasha yell “Give it back!”
“Hi Sexy,” Ovie said.
“What’s up!”
“Did you see the game? We were amazing.”
Nef told him that she saw the game but that they were okay, not amazing. Nef enjoyed teasing Ovie and Sasha about the games when they were in a good mood. She often jokingly told Ovie that he wasn’t a superstar.
“Whatever, I know you want me! Everybody wants Ovie.”
Sasha was finally able to wrestle the phone away from Ovie.
Sasha’s POV
“Sorry about that,” I told her. “He not know when stop playing.”
She laughed at that and told me Ovie reminded her of her younger brother Set. He was named after the Egyptian God of Storms and Chaos. In the month that I had been talking to Nefertiti I had learned a lot about her and her family. Her parents were from Egypt. They had moved to the US a few years before starting a family. Her father’s name was Adjo and her mother’s name was Nefetiri, like Nefertiti but a little different. Nef had a twin brother and two younger brothers. Imhotep was her twin, and then there was Khai, followed by Set.
I knew her whole life story. I could ask her a million questions about her family and grow up in the US but I couldn’t tell her that I thought she was attractive…at least not in a language that she understood. I am such an idiot. It shouldn’t be this hard to say “I like you. I would like to kiss you.” Instead I asked her what it like was to live in Egypt. I had learned that she has lived there with her grandparents for a while.
“Just tell the damn girl that you like her!” Ovie shouted.
“I am going to kill you slowly,” I threatened.
Ovie had taken to teasing me about Nef whenever the opportunity presented itself. He flirted with her and asked if I was jealous. He said things in Russian that I might actually kill him for if he said them in English.
“Hey it’s good thing Nef doesn’t speak Russian,” Ovie said “Or she would know what a wimp you are.”
“What did he say?” Nef asked.
“Nothing, he is idiot.”
“He is an idiot,” she corrected.
I talked to Nef for a few more minutes before she had to go to bed. She had work and class the following day.
“And you can’t tell her because…”
Please, please let him find someone else to bother. I took one of the pillows from my bed and hit him over the head as hard as I could. For a moment he looked shocked and then he smiled. I was ready for him to push or hit me but he didn’t, instead he took his phone into the bathroom. He stood in the doorway and said “I’m calling Nef.” Shit. I rushed to the door but he had closed and locked it before I could get there. I grabbed my phone and called Nef, hoping that I would get her before Ovie did. Thankfully she picked up
“Hello,” She said.
“If Ovie call you no answer.”
“Why? Wait, that’s my other line. Hold on a second,”
“No, no ans-“
Shit. She answered her other line and through the bathroom door I could hear Ovie start to talk. I started banging on the bathroom door and Ovie laughed. Dammit!
Nef’s POV
Sasha called back not too long after we hung up.
“If Ovie call you no answer,”
“Why? Wait, that’s my other line. Hold on a second,”
“No, no ans-“
It was Ovie. I answered and heard his boisterous laugh.
“What’s going on,” I asked.
“He hit me with a pillow so I call you. He not want me to talk to you. He scared I tell you that he like you but he to wimpy to say it to you.”
“You are such a bully,”
“You help me tease him so you bully too!”
I laughed at Ovie. Ever since we went to the 18th Street Lounge and he found out I spoke Russian he had gotten worse with his teasing of Sasha. I heard banging on the door and shouting. I almost felt bad for Sasha but he was so cute when he pouted. I knew that Ovie was doing things to purposely provoke a reaction from Sasha. We didn’t stay on the phone for too long – We didn’t really have anything to say. When I clicked back over to Sasha he immediately asked what Ovie had said.
“You hit him with a pillow and now he will tell me all sorts of embarrassing things about you.”
We said good night. I had work at my internship the next morning and Sasha had practice followed by a flight to Minnesota. He had been gone for two days but in the month or so that we had been talking we had yet to go more than a day without talking or texting each other. We talked about everything: work, hockey, school, growing up in Russia, Egypt, the US, our parents, our siblings, and pretty much everything else. He had an older sister, Svetlana, who was married with two children. His mother’s name was Tatiana and his father’s name was Valeri. His mother had worked in a bank and his dad had been a factory worker in Krasnoyarsk when he was younger. It was just so easy to talk to him. He was funny, charming, and very sweet.
In watching him play and watching the very limited interviews that he would give throughout him time in Washington he seemed aloof. He had always been a bit of an enigma. He was a very private person and just wanted to live his life and play hockey. He and Ovie were best friends, brothers but they were complete opposites. Ovie enjoyed being the center of attention. His ego matched his personality, not that he was egotistical or narcissistic. He was extremely extroverted and always wanted to have fun. He was the life of the party. The two of them balanced each other out.
As the week past I watched them beat the Wild, 3-2, and then fall to the Rangers. After the Rangers game ended I received a text message from Sasha.
You want go dinner with me tomorrow?
Sasha and I had been out together several times, both with other people and just ourselves. We had coffee and lunch dates when our schedules permitted. Thanks to Ovie, and Sasha believing that I didn’t speak Russian, I knew for a fact that Sasha thought that I was attractive and that he liked me. I liked him. He was beautiful. We always had a good time together but I was not about to be another notch in his bedpost. At the very first I thought he just wanted to get laid but the longer we talked and the more we hung out the less I thought that. He was very slow and cautious with me.
Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you. I responded.
I was excited to see him. It had only been a week but I found myself wanting to see him. He told me that he would pick me up at 7:30 the next evening and to dress nicely. We would be going to a nice restaurant. He had made reservations at The Source Restaurant in downtown DC. For the past month I had been in a constant state of excitement. I was excited by him - both mentally and physically. I was as eager to spend time with him as he was with me.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Chapter 5 – Speak to Me
NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote another language but that's for later in the story!
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Soundtrack: Ke$ha – Tik Tok
Over the next few weeks Sasha and Nef would occasionally meet for coffee or lunch in DC. Sasha had been playing well for the first month of the season and he often joked that Nef was a good luck charm. The girls had gone clubbing with guys again but this time they went to an American club. They went to the 18th Street Lounge.
“Not that I don’t love European Techno,” Nef said as walked toward the club, “but this place is really good.”
Once they entered the club they walked to a VIP section that had been reserved for them. About an hour after they arrived at the club Sasha went up to the bar for a drink. There was a leggy brunette at the bar that stopped him and asked him to dance.
“Sorry, no. I here with someone.”
“Who?”
Sasha pointed to Nef; she was sitting on a couch waiting for him to return. The brunette looked at Nef briefly and then flipped her off. Sasha laughed as he walked back to Nef.
“What was that all about?” Nef as when Sasha sat down beside her.
“She ask me to dance and I say no I here with you.”
“So she flipped me off?”
“Da. You’re very beautiful, maybe she’s jealous.”
Sasha had been slipping more Russian phrases into his conversations with Nef. He called her beautiful, told her that she was fun to hang out with and that he missed talking to her when he was on the road.
“Tomorrow I leave for a 6 day road trip.”
“I know. You guys play the Rangers, the Wild, the Islanders, then home for a few days off and then you play the Hurricanes.”
Whenever Ovie would walk past he would say “kiss her” in Russian. He had taken to teasing Sasha about his attraction to Nefertiti. Ovie was very much a straight forward guy that went after what he wanted. He told Sasha to kiss her, tell her that he wanted her and to see what happened. Sasha was shy and couldn’t bring himself to do it. He liked her as a person and enjoyed talking to her. What if she didn’t want him like that? What if it made things awkward between them? In the month that they had been hanging out he had grown to look forward to the time he spent with her.
“Come on, dance with me,” Ovie said pulling Nef away from Sasha.
He took her out on the dance floor so that he could talk to her. The DJ played Ke$ha – Tik Tok and Ovie leaned into and said “You know that Sasha like you but he shy.”
“Yes, I know.” Nef responded in perfect Russian.
“You speak Russian?!”
“Yes, I’m fluent 6 languages. Russian is one of them.”
“Shit.”
Nef laughed at Ovie’s reaction. She had understood everything that Ovie and Sasha were saying. She asked Ovie not to say anything to Sasha. She told him that when he wanted her to know what he was saying he would tell her in English. Ovie smiled and said that if she wanted him to keep quiet she would have to play along with him because he wanted to tease Sasha. He asked her if she wanted Sasha and she said yes.
When they left the lounge Sasha walked Nef to her car and opened the door for her to get in.
“I think I like you,” Sasha said as he closed the door.
“In English please,” Nef said smiling.
“I have good time with you. I call you later.”
Sasha walked to Ovie’s car and watched Nef pull away.
“Did you kiss her?”
“No. Leave it alone. I like her and I don’t want to rush it.”
“Rush what? Sex? Come on, if she’s willing I say go for it.”
“Maybe I want more than just a random hook up,”
Ovie looked at Sasha and said “Wait, what? You like her as in you want to date her?” Sasha didn’t answer his question right away. Ovie was a great guy but when it came to women and relationships he was pretty dense. Ovie and the words commitment and real relationship were strangers. He had a new “girlfriend” every few months
“I don’t know. I just know that I have fun when I hang out with her and that I like talking to her. We have fun. Yes, I think she’s hot – a little short but really hot.”
“She’s got nice boobs and a nice ass,” Ovie joked.
“Just shut up and drive.”
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Soundtrack: Ke$ha – Tik Tok
Over the next few weeks Sasha and Nef would occasionally meet for coffee or lunch in DC. Sasha had been playing well for the first month of the season and he often joked that Nef was a good luck charm. The girls had gone clubbing with guys again but this time they went to an American club. They went to the 18th Street Lounge.
“Not that I don’t love European Techno,” Nef said as walked toward the club, “but this place is really good.”
Once they entered the club they walked to a VIP section that had been reserved for them. About an hour after they arrived at the club Sasha went up to the bar for a drink. There was a leggy brunette at the bar that stopped him and asked him to dance.
“Sorry, no. I here with someone.”
“Who?”
Sasha pointed to Nef; she was sitting on a couch waiting for him to return. The brunette looked at Nef briefly and then flipped her off. Sasha laughed as he walked back to Nef.
“What was that all about?” Nef as when Sasha sat down beside her.
“She ask me to dance and I say no I here with you.”
“So she flipped me off?”
“Da. You’re very beautiful, maybe she’s jealous.”
Sasha had been slipping more Russian phrases into his conversations with Nef. He called her beautiful, told her that she was fun to hang out with and that he missed talking to her when he was on the road.
“Tomorrow I leave for a 6 day road trip.”
“I know. You guys play the Rangers, the Wild, the Islanders, then home for a few days off and then you play the Hurricanes.”
Whenever Ovie would walk past he would say “kiss her” in Russian. He had taken to teasing Sasha about his attraction to Nefertiti. Ovie was very much a straight forward guy that went after what he wanted. He told Sasha to kiss her, tell her that he wanted her and to see what happened. Sasha was shy and couldn’t bring himself to do it. He liked her as a person and enjoyed talking to her. What if she didn’t want him like that? What if it made things awkward between them? In the month that they had been hanging out he had grown to look forward to the time he spent with her.
“Come on, dance with me,” Ovie said pulling Nef away from Sasha.
He took her out on the dance floor so that he could talk to her. The DJ played Ke$ha – Tik Tok and Ovie leaned into and said “You know that Sasha like you but he shy.”
“Yes, I know.” Nef responded in perfect Russian.
“You speak Russian?!”
“Yes, I’m fluent 6 languages. Russian is one of them.”
“Shit.”
Nef laughed at Ovie’s reaction. She had understood everything that Ovie and Sasha were saying. She asked Ovie not to say anything to Sasha. She told him that when he wanted her to know what he was saying he would tell her in English. Ovie smiled and said that if she wanted him to keep quiet she would have to play along with him because he wanted to tease Sasha. He asked her if she wanted Sasha and she said yes.
When they left the lounge Sasha walked Nef to her car and opened the door for her to get in.
“I think I like you,” Sasha said as he closed the door.
“In English please,” Nef said smiling.
“I have good time with you. I call you later.”
Sasha walked to Ovie’s car and watched Nef pull away.
“Did you kiss her?”
“No. Leave it alone. I like her and I don’t want to rush it.”
“Rush what? Sex? Come on, if she’s willing I say go for it.”
“Maybe I want more than just a random hook up,”
Ovie looked at Sasha and said “Wait, what? You like her as in you want to date her?” Sasha didn’t answer his question right away. Ovie was a great guy but when it came to women and relationships he was pretty dense. Ovie and the words commitment and real relationship were strangers. He had a new “girlfriend” every few months
“I don’t know. I just know that I have fun when I hang out with her and that I like talking to her. We have fun. Yes, I think she’s hot – a little short but really hot.”
“She’s got nice boobs and a nice ass,” Ovie joked.
“Just shut up and drive.”
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