After the Game

After the Game


--- This is just a story that I wrote when I was feeling bored, although I had meant to write it for a while. The players described are real and play for a real team, but I\'ve changed some details so it isn\'t too obvious. I hope you like it! This is my first story so reviews are very welcome... :-) ---


The cheers of the overexcited hockey crowd rang in Storm\'s ears. It had been a good game, she thought to herself; one of the team\'s best. And she should know, as she had been to every home match since the team was founded eleven years ago. She had only been six years old back then. It was her father who had sparked her almost all-consuming passion for the sport. She didn\'t remember much of those early matches, othatthat the rink was ever so big and the players moved ever so fast.

Now, at seventeen and a half, Storm had grown into a gem of a young woman, with a good size bust, a shapely figure and long, slender legs. She was the envy of most of the girls at school and the crush of many of the boys. It may surprise you to hear, then, that Storm Rebecca Simpkin had never actually had a proper boyfriend. It was all down to hockey, god dammit, but she wasn\'t about to give that up for a boyfriend. The thing was that she had never met a boy who understood her obsession with the \'real beautiful game,\' as she liked to call it. Many boys had joined her for a few dates, but they had quickly discovered that they would always be second to Storm\'s love of ice hockey.

And that wasn\'t the only thing. Since she was about eleven or twelve, Storm had found herself in love with most of the team. She couldn\'t stop thinking about them and often met them after the game for autographs, but it wasn\'t enough. They all saw her as a fan, just like all the others. Puck bunny, some called her, but that didn\'t mean much to her, either. She knew deep down that none of the players would ever feel the same way about her. They were much older than her; they had their own lives, wives, girlfriends, fiancees... How could they possibly be interested in her? This awful realisation tore Storm apart, but only served to make her love stronger.

All this she mulled over as she rushed down the stairs which joined the balcony to the rink-side. Ahead of her, through the polished perspex, she could see the team skating joyously around the rink; their sticks held aloft and their face etched with smiles. It pleased her to see it. They had won the match 7-1, despite their player Peter being knocked down by Ashken Soltzky and carried off by the team doctor. The space around the rink was getting very crowded now. Everyone had rushed down from the balcony and hundreds of people now stood, their noses pressed against the perspex, cheering their heroes and hoping for a high-five when they came off.

Now it was the turn of all the formalities, starting with Man of the Match. The stadium fell momentarily silent as the result was announced... Martin! Storm had always rated him highly, but as he was a defenceman she often felt that he didn\'t get the recognition he deserved. And on top of all that, he was gorgeous... He had dark brown hair that was slightly longer at the back, and a trendy stubble around his mouth. His pinched Czechoslovakian face gave him the appearance of a rodent. He skated in a fluid, sexy movement, and Storm found this, amongst other things, immensely attractive.