Arousal

Sunshine & Alexander

I pull down the black baseball cap I’m wearing as I sit on the bleacher next to my best friend, Irina, in the hope of hiding my face. My light brown hair cascades my back and the side of my face. From where we are seated, we can clearly see the All-Star Team Sweden’s goalie, who wears some complete ass-kicking special goaltending equipment to protect the net. It is different from his teammates’ as it especially helps in stopping the hockey puck from getting into the crease.

Irina turns to look at me with a frown on her pretty face. “You’re late!” She flips her short blond hair and turns to look into the rink. The game is still on.

“Sorry,” I quietly apologize.

I’ve just arrived at the hotel an hour ago after a press conference and I slip away as fast as I can, without my figure skating coach noticing, just to watch the Hockey World Cup with my friend in St. Petersburg’s Ice Palace. It is the Team U.S. against Team Sweden at the moment.

Since there are no other place to sit near our country’s team’s goal, we are stuck in this area with no choice. Just that it’s kind of awkward as we happen to wear sweatshirts with the American flag printed on the front. We are supposed to cheer for Irina’s boyfriend Mack who’s a goalie. But we keep quiet while we watch. We’re like in enemy territory.

I look up at the score board and Team Sweden is already leading the game.

“I think Team Sweden’s goalie is hot!” I whisper in Irina’s ear, giggling. I watch him do the butterfly to effectively protect the crease from the offending team.

She grins at me wickedly. “You slut!” she whispers back.

We both look at the Team Sweden’s goalie as we speak. A minute or so later, he suddenly turns right into our direction when the referee whistles to call for a penalty due to a game misconduct. One of the U.S. team players instigated a fight.

In that moment, I think he looks at me straight in the eye. But I quickly dismiss it. I am not the only one seated right in this direction. He might be looking at some other person behind me or beside me.

I simply look away, although my heart skips a beat. I try to ignore it as heat rushes to my cheeks.

Shit! I’m not a high schooler getting some kind of attention from my crush. I shouldn’t feel like this. I’m twenty-one and already in college. I’ll graduate next year. But then, it is quite disturbing that such a man can give me this kind of feeling, which is quite intense. And I don’t even know why. It’s the first time to boot.

The game goes on after that little “incident.” It is about to be finished. It seems that the Team USA is doomed.

My phone rings. I feel it vibrate in my shorts pocket. I pull it out to see who it is. It’s my coach, Boris. He’s in his fifties and is quite strict.

“What the hell are you doing right now?” he demands as soon as I push the button to answer it.

“Oh, I just thought I’d go right ahead of you, Boris. Um… I’m looking at the rink right now to—”

“Save it! I happen to see your face on TV. Live!” he shouts. I can just imagine his big, brown and round eyes bulging.

I look around but I can’t see the prospective cameras that have captured me. Anyway, I’m already busted by my coach. I just smile instead.

“I’ll bring your bag over there. Don’t bother coming back to the hotel. I’ll meet you at your locker room in about thirty minutes. Lucian is already on his way there,” he says and ends the call.

I chew my inner cheek and put the phone back in my pocket. Irina looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Boris? Pissed?”

“Yeah. Well, he says I don’t need to get back to the hotel to get my bag for my rehearsal later.”

Irina’s arm went around my shoulders. “I will really root for you, Sunshine! I hope you’ll win the figure skating tournament by the end of the week. If not… well, I’ll still be proud of you!” she pep talks.

I grin at her and wrinkle my pert nose.

Suddenly, a loud cheer breaks our little friendly, cheesy chatter. We look at each other as the people behind us jump up and down the bleacher when Team Sweden is declared the winner of the game.

We force a smile on our lips as we look at them. “Congratulations!” Irina and I say almost in unison. Then, we both stand up. We go around the exit to meet Mack as they come out of the ice rink. Many women gather around the players to take pictures or videos, even though our team just lost.

“Hey!” Mack manages to get past the mob. He kisses Irina’s lips and embraces her.

“Sorry for the result,” she says to her boyfriend.

He shrugs. “We still have one more game coming up against the Russians.”

“I think you’re doomed!” I tease him.

Irina slaps my shoulders. I wince in pain.

“How could you jinx that already?” She pouts.

Mack pinches my nose in retaliation as well. I slap his hand away and make a face. Then he also puts one arm around my shoulders to usher me and Irina out toward their team’s locker room.

On our way there, we meet Team Sweden on their way to their own locker room. Now, I see the entire face of their goalie who just takes his facemask off, with a winning smile. His eyes shoot directly at my face and they are the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen in my life.

“Alexander Forsberg, great game back there!” I hear Mack call out the other goalie. He lets go of me and Irina to shake hands with Team Sweden’s goalie while they clap each other’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Mack Newman,” the Swedish answers in English with a heavy accent.

It sounds sexy to me. I try to hide my smile so I just clamp my lips tight while I gaze at him. His eyes are fixed on me after glancing at Mack. The two seems close from the looks of it.

“He’s Mack’s distant relative, by the way,” Irina whispers into my ear.

My eyes get round at this revelation. I can’t see any resemblance. The two men are different like the South and the North Poles. But, yeah. I believe Irina is telling me the truth. From what I know, Mack’s mother is from Sweden. He has mentioned before that her family moved to the U.S. when she was little.

Alexander has long blond hair, blue eyes, wide forehead, arrogant nose, attractive lips and face clean-shaved. On the other hand, Mack is dark-haired, with dark eyes, flaring nostrils, thin-lipped and with short beard trimmed neatly. Perhaps the only resemblances I can make out are that they are both well-built, athletic and tall men.

“This is my girlfriend Irina and her friend Sunshine. She’s here to compete at the figure skating competition,” Mack introduces us three.

Meanwhile, the other players of both teams are already gathered around us and they are congratulating each other, especially the winning team.

Alexander extends his hand to me. I have no choice but to accept it with a smile. His eyes never leave my face. As our hands touch each other, I feel like he caresses it before he raises it to his warm lips and finally lets it go. To me, it is an act of a promise. An intimate one, which made my body tingle.

“Good luck on your tournament,” he drawls softly.

“Thanks!” I clear my throat when Team Sweden moves past us.

I follow him with my eyes as he walks away. Irina teases me by poking my side. I jump with a startle.

“Don’t do that!” I warn her, but with a smile.

“Hmm. Don’t tell me you have a thing for Alexander,” Mack deduces, looking at me with amused eyes.

“She thinks he’s hot!” Irina reveals to her boyfriend.

I cover her mouth with my palm but she squeals. Mack just shakes his head and continues to walk into their team’s locker room, leaving us girls.

Less than an hour later, I am already in my locker room. Alone. I change into my figure skating dress, which is strictly for rehearsals only. I stretch my body and do some warm-ups.

Boris knocks on the door and comes in with the door still open. He looks at his wristwatch before he glances at me sternly. As always.

“You’ve got five more minutes and we head into the ice,” he says, before turning away and leaving me alone. Again.

I continue to do my warm-up when another rap on the door is heard. I think Boris shouldn’t do it when he just left. When I turn to see who opens the door, I feel like my body goes frozen, while my leg is high up against the wall.

It’s Alexander, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Hi,” he greets me with a smile.

“Hey!” I answer. I slowly put my leg down and stand straight to face him properly. I accept the flowers and bury my nose in their scent. “Thank you. I didn’t know you’re still here.”

He smiles, coming closer to me until he traps me between the wall and his body. His one hand leans on the wall next to my face, while the other rises up to hold my chin.

“I wish to mark our first meeting today so you won’t forget me easily,” he says.

He closes his eyes and his head bends down so his lips touch mine in a butterfly kiss. I then close my eyes as well. My heart kicks my chest and my breath seems to be taken away. I try to swallow hard. Why am I letting him kiss me like this?

Then he gives me another kiss. This time, it is more fervent than the first one. I respond to it as my body yields to his. He scoops me up and my back is pressed against the wall. His hands knead my buttocks and my arms are wrapped around his neck while one hand is still holding the bouquet.

I moan as I feel his hard arousal grinding against my p***y’s entrance, underneath my rehearsal dress.

Oh, s**t! I shouldn’t ruin my dress with my damp p***y. Boris will kill me! Or else, Lucian might notice and tells Boris. That means Boris will kill me. All the same.

I moan as I break away from the kiss. “I can’t right now.” I whisper to him as I look at him in the eyes.

I see disappointment in his blue eyes. But he smiles. “It’s fine. I’ll see you at your hotel later.”

I nod. He kisses me again before he lowers me to the ground.

“Sunshine Mathison! Why are you still not on the ice rink?” Boris’ voice booms as he enters the locker room without warning. “Your partner, Lucian, by the way is already waiting for you for ages!”

Good that Alexander is as fast as lightning. He hides himself behind the locker before my coach sees him. I clamp my lips tight as I also quickly hide the flowers behind my back. Boris does not want me distracted with anything. Anything at all. Especially boys. That’s why I don’t have a boyfriend until now.

“I-I have to check my back in the mirror first. I feel there’s something. I promise I’ll follow you right away. This won’t take long.” I make an excuse.

He looks at me sternly before he leaves. I sigh in relief. I shove the bouquet in my bag and Alexander reappears to give me a peck on the cheek. He quietly leaves the room and I smile.

When I arrive at the ice rink, I see other figure skaters already started their rehearsals. I do my own thing with Lucian as Boris watches and coaches us both. I catch Alexander seated on a bench behind my coach and I can’t just stop smiling at him whenever my coach is distracted by other skaters.

“You’re flirting,” Lucian says in a low tone.

“Not with you, so rest assured, partner,” I counter.

“Ah-huh,” he says smilingly.

He seems grateful for what I said. I know that he’s so gay. And it is also one of the reasons why Boris has paired me up with this one. My coach is very confident that the two of us are not going to make out or something whenever he’s not around. So, it is strictly professional for the both of us.

He spins me around and I jump, perfectly landing on the ice.

After the rehearsal, we go back together to our hotel. After eating out for dinner, I plead tired so I’ve just left on my own to go to my room. The two are still talking about the itinerary for tomorrow. I am one of the two representatives for the ladies’ single category and the pair skating category, with Lucian.

I play in my mind my short and long programs as I lean against the elevator wall. But I suddenly straighten up when I see Alexander come into the elevator after it opens up. He smiles at me charmingly that my heart melts away.

“Aren’t your mates missing you?” I tease him.

“It’s our free time. We can roam around wherever we want to,” he answers.

I just raise an eyebrow.

He pushes the close button and asks me which floor I am. I press the tenth floor before I wrap my arms around his neck, as I tiptoe. He embraces my small waist and gives me a world-shattering kiss.

When the elevator stops, we slowly break away from each other and a couple comes in. One presses the eighth floor button.

Alexander remains to have his back on them as he smiled down at me, effectively hiding me from our fellow passengers. His one hand creeps behind my back and down my buttocks, slightly squeezing them. I bite my lower lip to keep myself from moaning.

The elevator stops again, on the eighth floor, leaving us alone once again. He kisses me once the doors have closed. I feel my n*****s grow taut and my p***y damp.

As the elevator stops again and opens its doors, we both step out. His hand is holding mine while I open my hotel room.

“Oh, s**t!” I exclaim, remembering that I share the room with my friend.

“What?” he asks curiously.

“It’s Irina. She’s my roommate.”

He smiles impishly. He slowly nudges me into the room, and then, he locks the door behind him as he bends to kiss my neck and his hands span my waist.

“He’s with Mack, I’m sure,” he says confidently.

Oh, well. He’s kind of right. Those two are inseparable.

I can’t help but moan as his fingers travel toward the side of my breasts, under my sweatshirt. He pushes the bra up to knead my breasts gently and to pinch my n*****s taut. My body arches at the sensation and I sigh.

He carries me to the bed, where he undresses me and himself. I stare at him with admiration. Everything about him is huge. He has huge biceps and thick muscular thighs and legs. He has complete number of packs when I look at his abs. And definitely, I think he has the biggest c**k I’ve ever seen. Oh, well… not that I’ve seen a lot. But only in a couple of porn movies that Irina has shown me in the past.

I gulp some air. I suddenly cannot breathe.

He kisses my foot up to my leg and thigh, which is so sweet of him. But my anticipation is building up so fast. I feel really damp down there. When he separated my thighs, he dives his face right in the middle of them and eats my p***y without reservations.

Oh, my Lord! My eyes roll up to my brain with this kind of sensation. My hands are buried in his soft blond hair.

“I hope your skater partner hasn’t done this to you,” he says, licking my p***y that I think I’m going insane.

I cry as I shake my head on my pillow. “No! Never.” I manage to say, haltingly.

He looks into my eyes with an arrogant smile. “Good.” His fingers rub my labia and part them. He gasps almost simultaneously as I do when he finds out the real reason.

“f**k!” he mutters.

It’s my turn to smile at him. I hear him grunt as he pushes one finger inside my p***y. I think my body convulses as he pulls it out gently. He then pushes my folded knees apart as he shifts his position in the middle. With one hand, he guides his very erect and huge c**k to tease my p***y. The tip of his c**k is rubbed against my clit, parting my labia. He gets me wetter and wetter and I feel my clit is swollen with need.

Instinctively, my p***y yearns for his c**k to enter. I move my hips naturally, begging him.

He moans softly and does not disappoint me. He slowly poised the head of his c**k at the entrance of my p***y and gently buries it inside.

“Oooh,” I whimper, as my hymen is finally broken. I can feel it; it is stinging.

“Oh, f**k,” he slowly murmurs at the same time. “You’re so tight! It’s so good!”

I feel him inside, so huge. It’s like my throat is lodged with something big as well. Then I feel him move slowly at first, basking at the tightness of my p***y. I moan with his every move.

He holds both of my knees as he drives in and out, with increasing pace. I keep on moaning with every thrust, teaching me to meet it at the same time. It gets intense in every passing second.

“Oh, God!” I cry.

“Oh, yes! I’m your god right now, Sunshine,” he says with a teasing smile.

I bite my lower lip while I smile at him. My eyes are hazy with desire, so are his. He closes his eyes as he pumps harder, deeper, stronger. My body shakes with every plunge. Then his hand reaches down to caress my n*****s and down my abdomen to find my clit. He pinches it and I whimper. He circles his thumb over it, without halting. He carries me higher and higher to the peak of my desire, together with his.

We both groan and out of breath as he pulls out his c**k to spill his come over my abdomen and my own juice drips slowly out of my p***y. He rubs the head of his c**k against my abdomen as his other hand gently caresses my very wet p***y. My body shivers when he rubs my swollen clit.

He kisses each of my n*****s before he claims my mouth in a wet and hot kiss.

“Why were you still a virgin? Not that I’m complaining, though,” he grins at me as we lay facing each other.

“Busy to prove myself to Boris that I can win this tournament. I’ve been training for years just to be fully fit for this one and so I can win it,” I answer him truthfully.

His thumb traces my lips, as his eyes follow. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he mumbles.

I caress his strong chin. “No, you didn’t. I will not regret this ever and I love the way you go down on me. You must have a lot of practice before me.”

He sniggers. “Maybe once or twice,” he admits.

I don’t want to admit it but his admission kind of hits me hard right in the chest. After all, I am the one who has brought the subject. I try not to reflect it in my eyes. I force a smile on my lips.

I think he’s an honest guy, persistent and confident. He’s got me right on the minute of our first meeting.

“You really caught my eye back in the Ice Palace,” he continues to speak.

“Oh, really?” I have doubted it.

He gives me a charming smile. “I was confused at first why a couple of Americans were out of place!”

I laugh at that. “Surely you noticed that the bleachers in our team’s side were filled with supporters and admirers. That left me and Irina to sit next to yours.”

“Yes. But I was amused and, all the same, inspired by you. You’re my lucky charm.”

“Hey, that’s not true. Your team was already winning by the time I got there.”

“Which is true but… I never let them win to impress you with my skills.”

I laugh softly at that. “I see. You shame my country’s team just to impress me. Wow! Why do I feel like it’s twisted?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know.”

He embraces me and kisses my forehead. “I’m still curious. Aside from Boris as a reason that you’re still a virgin, doesn’t your partner even make any advances on you? You’re attractive, beautiful, sexy and hot. If I were him, I will take you right there and then on the ice!”

I laugh at his words. I make a face at him. “Eww! Lucian is so gay, for your information. And what? Right on the ice? That must hurt!” I playfully and gently punch his chest.

“No, I’ll not let you get hurt. Ever,” he counters. “I can just bend you over or carry you or even pin you against the wall of the ice rink. I’m sure you’ll enjoy either of those positions.” A devilish smile appears on his face.

I imagine what he said. I feel those positions would be exciting indeed.

Our eyes hold for a moment or two before he kisses me again with great passion.

***

I feel sore the next morning. So I remedy it with a bath, which makes me feel better afterward.

Alexander has left me at dawn, so that when my roommate is back, she won’t see him. Luckily, an hour after he removes himself from my room, Irina tries to quietly come in. I have pretended to be fast asleep.

“Oh, my God! Did you just have your period? And in the middle of this tournament?” she exclaims when she noticed the blood stain in the bedsheet.

Oh, s**t! I just come out of the bath and I’ve totally forgotten about it.

“Um… I think I can manage,” I murmur, shifting my gaze away from the bloody cloth.

“Boris will be pissed if knows about this!” she concludes.

I frown at her. “You don’t have to tell him. Are you crazy? Why would you tell him that?”

“Won’t it be uncomfortable for you? You know, with the sanitary pad… between your… hmm… and then you dance… and then it would…” she tries to explain elaborately, with matching actions.

I raise my hands to make her stop. “Irina, shh! Zip it! Why are you so graphic?”

She giggles, and of course without remorse. Clearly.

***

Hours later, my friend and her boyfriend together with Alexander and some of his teammates, maybe his closest friends, are among the audience as I perform at the ladies’ single category.

I am in the middle of the ice; one foot is at my side with one arm up. I glide as the music starts. I dance, jump and spin according to my routine. I smoothly land on the ice every time, which makes Boris happy when I glance his way.

I look at Alexander when I finished my program and go over to the kiss and cry area to meet Boris there while we wait for my marks. I receive flowers and kisses from my friend, as well as from Mack, Alexander and Lucian. The latter seems to just pop up out of nowhere.

They show my marks some moments later. Boris and I are happy with the results. However, later on, I just fall second to Romania, with Russia close on my tail as third.

“You still have a chance at the long program,” Boris assures me.

I just nod at him with a smile.

***

The next day, Irina and I together with Mack watch Team Sweden’s hockey game against Russia. It is a fierce fight. After the Team USA suffered from its loss, the two All-Star teams are vying for the championships. Until now, Irina bitterly holds a grudge against me for “jinxing” Mack’s game yesterday. But Mack’s a fair sport. Russians are always a naturally fierce competition, he has said.

Every time Alexander blocks a puck from getting into the crease, he would look in my direction and blows me a kiss. Irina notices this after a couple of times. She looks at me with probing, suspicious eyes.

“This is definitely fishy. Hmm,” she murmurs.

Mack, who’s between us, wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to kiss her temple and lips.

“Why don’t we celebrate on this happy occasion?” he suggests. “Your friend and my distant relative, Alexander, most likely being together? That spells A.W.E.S.O.M.E. Don’t you agree, babe?”

Irina chortles softly, throwing a malicious look at me. “Now, that makes me think back about that period.”

My jaw drops and she even laughs harder now.

“Oh, my God! You slut!” She continues to mumble.

I bite my lower lip and give her a warning look. She tries hard to contain her laughter as Mack looks down with inquiring look in his eyes.

Shit! She’s going to tell Mack! I suddenly pull her hair from the back, without Mack’s notice.

“Aww!” She groans in pain, massaging her scalp.

I give her an evil look.

Half an hour later, we are jumping as Team Sweden wins the game. This time, I blow Alexander a kiss, which he catches and presses his fingers to his smiling lips.

On the other hand, my long program turns out to be good for me as I manage to steal the first place. Just that with the pair skating competition, Lucian and I rank in the third place.

Nonetheless, my journey to the figure skating competition in St. Petersburg is overall a win for me. Above all, I happen to get the medal as Team Sweden’s goalie’s girlfriend. I am now the envy of the Swedish girls.

The end