“Yeah. I guess. We’re all adjusting.” There’s a few seconds of silence, so I decide to throw it out there. “Since you mentioned games and scoring goals, we’ll be in Toronto in a couple weeks. Wanna come play with me?”
“You wanna see me again?”
I put her on speaker phone. “Well, yeah. I’m gonna be local. Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from you since last time.” She’s all quiet.
“You didn’t message me either.”
“Well, I don’t know how this works. I figure it’s supposed to be all casual and stuff.”
Sometimes I forget this is different. She’s not a bunny. “You can still message me and send me pictures of yourself. I like naked ones the best.” I adjust the pillow behind my head. “In fact, I think you should send me one right now.”
“I’m not sending you naked pictures. They’ll end up on the internet.”
“I promise I’ll keep them to myself.” I don’t expect her to send me naked pictures, although I’ve had plenty of women do that.
“Still no.”
“You can’t blame me for trying. I guess you’ll just need to come to my game so we can get naked in real life afterward.” Several memories, including the sex in the hotel bathroom, make my dick spring to life.
“I don’t know, Randy. I think I’m still recovering from last time.”
“Three weeks later?”
“We used an entire box of condoms.” Her voice goes a little soft, like maybe she’s reliving some of it, too.
“I remember. It was fantastic. We should definitely try to break that record this time.”
“What makes you think I want to do you again?”
“Do me again? Oh baby, I’m pretty sure it was me doing you, not the other way around.” She huffs, and I laugh. “If I say you did me instead of the other way around will it help me get you naked again?”
“Maybe. When’s the game?”
“Not this Friday, but next.”
“Let me check my calendar.” Silence follows, and then several seconds later, “Randy?”
“Still here. Waiting for a naked pic.”
“Still not happening. I have some bad news.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t come.” I don’t like disappointment.
“I can come just fine. I think you should know this by now.”
My voice lowers. “I sure fucking do, and I have plans to make it happen repeatedly in under two weeks.”
“That sounds fun, but I won’t be able to make the game.”
“Because of work? Just call in sick.”
“I would, but we have a holiday performance, and that’s our dress rehearsal. I can’t miss it. You could always do what you did last time and come to Guelph.”
“I can’t. We have a game on Sunday in Chicago. I have to fly back with the team.”
“Oh.”
“Fuck.” I run a hand through my hair. “I wanna see you.”
“You mean you want to get me naked.”
“That, too.”
“Well, Sunny’s been talking about moving to Chicago, and Alex has already put in an offer on a house for her, so it looks like I might have a reason to come out your way sooner or later.”
“Miller mentioned that.”
He’s more than mentioned it. He’s counting down the days. He’s got Sunny’s work placement all set up so she can finish college here instead of in Canada. He’s already looked into what it takes to get her citizenship and everything. At first he thought he could have her run the foundation he set up, but it’s way more involved than any of them realized, so between him and Alex, they managed to secure Sunny something in a non-profit organization.
“I’m kinda surprised she’s not moving in with him, what with how whipped he is,” I add.
“She will eventually. She wants her own space for a while. She keeps trying to convince me to move out there with her.”
“You should. That’d be way more convenient for me.” I’m half-kidding. I’m also all-the-way hard at the idea of having access to her more often.
Lily laughs. “I’m all about making it more convenient for you. I’ll get right on packing.”
“Seriously, though, how hard is it to get a work visa?”
“I have dual citizenship, so that’s not really an issue.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. My dad didn’t give me much, but he gave me that.”
“So it’s perfect, then; you move out here with Sunny, and we can get naked all the damn time. It’ll be awesome.”
“Except for the fact that I won’t have a job.”
“You teach skating. This is Chicago. People are insane about hockey here. Everyone wants to be pro, and most take a year of figure skating to build ice skills. I bet I could make a call and get something lined up just like that.” I snap my fingers. Then I consider the idea of Lily in one of those little skating skirts with prepubescent boys drooling all over her. They won’t be the problem. It’ll be the dads.
“Alex has already offered to do that.”
I get that feeling in the back of my neck again. “Then you should do it.”
Lily laughs. “I don’t know.”
“What isn’t there to know?” I have no idea why I’m pushing this so hard. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in three weeks and I was totally banking on having lots of it next Friday. With Lily. I think I might be developing a slight problem—not that it matters since I won’t be getting what I want.