6. Teagan

six

"Oh my god, Teagan! I wish you could have seen their faces when you took off your mirrored visor." Ashley laughs around a bite of pizza, her fingers pulling at the string of melted cheese that's trying desperately to cling to her plump lips.

"Once they got over the shock of finding out you were a girl, I thought they were going to shit bricks," Kelsey adds, taking a huge gulp of wine from her personalized wine glass that reads, One Glass Away from Saying What I Really Think, which is such bullshit because Kelsey always says exactly what she really thinks all the time.

"Seriously, Teagan, the only two that seemed more shocked than pissed were Fin and Coulter." Ashley twists the string of cheese around her finger before placing her finger in her mouth to suck the cheese off, oblivious to how sexy she looks doing it.

"Those two are so hot, I would so let them run a train on me." Kelsey dramatically throws herself back into the couch cushions, managing not to spill a drop of her wine.

"You're such a horndog."

Britt chucks a throw pillow at Kelsey, who does the most Kelsey thing ever, and says, "Watch the wine." She then protectively cuddles her wine glass to her chest, her hand guarding the glass from further attacks from Britt. "Besides, if male hockey players have puck bunnies, female hockey players should have something equivalent."

Ashley nods her head in agreement. "Like a puck rabbit or a puck bear."

I bite back a giggle at her serious expression. Ashley grew up on a farm in the Midwest. She's studying to be a veterinarian, and she takes her wildlife very seriously.

"No, it would be a puck buddy," Britt says. Her tone is just as serious as Ashley's, causing Kelsey and I to break out in laughter. "What's so funny?" Britt glares over the rim of her borrowed wine glass with the saying, Jesus Touched My Water, which is hilarious in its own right, but the fact Britt doesn't drink wine and the glass is actually filled with water makes the little play on words even funnier.

Kelsey and I give each other a knowing look, and I can't help but tease, "What would you know about puck buddies anyway, Britt?"

Her face goes instantly red behind her wine glass that's halfway to her lips, "You'd be surprised." I think I hear her mumble before she takes a drink of her water.

"Enough about Britt and her nonexistent sex life. Tell us about all the hotties on the hockey team." Kelsey pulls my attention from Britt and what she's hiding.

"There's not much to tell. They"re my teammates and nothing more." I take a sip of my wine, my glass reading, One puck, two puck, three puck, floor. It was a gift from the girls.

Now it's Kelsey and Ashley"s turn to give each other a knowing look, "Right, and I'm Taylor Swift." Kelsey says, refilling my wine glass.

Ashley holds her wine glass in the air in a mock salute, the words etched in the glass echoing our thoughts, Hakuna Moscato…it means Drink Wine. Which is exactly our plan for the night.

I take a huge gulp of my wine, "Well, I'm not going to deny it. I am attracted to Coulter, Fin, and Royal, but I can't act on that attraction." I quickly add, hoping to put an end to this conversation.

"And just why can't you act on it? You're young, hot, and single. You can do whatever and whoever you want. Even if it is all three of them at the same time." Kelsey raises her eyebrow, her smug smile barely visible over her now half-empty wine glass.

"What?" The three of us screech in unison.

I'm still trying to figure out how that would work when Britt speaks up: "You mean one at a time on the same night, right?" Her blush-stained cheeks are getting to a dark shade of red I've never seen before.

Kelsey takes her time looking between the three of us, her eyes landing on each of our expectant faces like she is the great and powerful Oz, and we are waiting for her to bestow her wisdom on us.

I snort, trying to picture which one of us needs the heart or the courage. I'm pretty sure I need the brain; why else would I still be having this conversation? All eyes snap to me at my unintentional interruption, "Sorry. Go on." I grab the bottle of wine to refill my glass.

"As I was saying, we are all young, hot, and single—even Britt, with her sexy virgin librarian thing going on over there." Kelsey waves her hand at an offended-looking Britt. To Britt's credit, she keeps her lips pursed, waiting for the rest of Kelsey's reasoning. "Why can't we be worshipped by more than one guy at a time?"

"Have you ever been worshipped by more than one guy at a time?" The words slip out before I can stop them.

"Oh, yeah. And believe me, it's like nothing you've ever felt before." Her voice takes on a husky tone, and I don't doubt her.

She's not wrong, shocking, but not wrong. I imagine being surrounded by Coulter, Fin, and Royal. Their naked bodies are on full display as they kiss and suck their way across my body before each penetrating one of my three holes. My pussy clamps down, and I feel my panties dampen. Well, shit, there's a fantasy I didn't see coming.

My nipples harden, and my body starts to hum as the visions get more and more vivid in my imagination. Me trying to take each one of their huge cocks in my mouth. Having a tongue on each one of my nipples and a tongue on my clit. I'm so far gone in my little sexual fantasies I almost miss Britt's question.

"Are the guys okay with sharing?"

"They are more than fine with sharing, Britt." Kelsey gives her a wicked smile, "I know some guys who would be interested if you want to try it."

"No thanks, Kelsey, I don't need your help in that department." Britt stands, taking the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen while we all stare after her, the kitchen door swinging shut behind her.

"What was that all about?" Ashley asks her gaze still on the closed kitchen door.

"I told you, our little miss Goody Two Shoes is a freak in the sheets."

Kelsey and Ashley continue to debate Britt's sexual side while I contemplate the possibilities of being shared by Coulter, Fin, and Royal.

Britt returns from the kitchen with bowls of ice cream for dessert. I quietly eat my chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and sip on my wine, too engrossed in my thoughts of Coulter, Fin, and Royal and all the different ways they can share me to realize that my wine glass is suspiciously always full even after I take a drink. But that's a problem for my future self. Right now, I'm going to concentrate on my last night sharing an apartment with my girls.