Plus, the color went very well with the bra and panties I’d selected. They were cream silk with red-lace trim. They were incredibly sexy but not very practical, which was perfect for what I had in mind for tonight. The panties had cream ribbons that tied on each of my hips, and the clasp on the front of my bra had a small matching bow. It made me feel like a present Luka could unwrap later.
Each selection I’d made while getting ready tonight had turned me on even more because I knew I’d been making them with Luka in mind. Any lingering uncertainties had already been wiped away as I pulled on the tight-fitting Blythe College hockey shirt I’d bought at the bookstore on my way to the dorm from Lexi’s. The combination of my bra and the V-neck of my shirt did excellent things to my tits. I’d have to be careful bending over at the rink or I might accidentally flash someone with more boob than I’d intended.
I paired the shirt with my favorite jeans and knee-high boots. I’d seen Luka staring at my boots before, and based on the fact that Jackson had insisted on calling them my ‘stripper boots,’ I could guess what had been running through his head when he’d been doing it. By the time, I’d been ready to go, I’d felt ready for anything tonight threw at me.
I’d decided to walk to the rink since I planned to ride back to Luka’s apartment with him after the game. It was a beautiful night out, and I had hoped the walk would allow me to cool down from being so hot and bothered. My ticket was waiting for me at will call just like Luka had promised, and he’d managed to get me a seat right behind the bench on the glass.
“Hi,” a pretty redheaded girl who was already seated greeted me. “Are you Aubrey by any chance?”
“Hello,” I said, returning her greeting with a smile. “Yes, I am.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” she replied. “I’m Lucy. My boyfriend is the goalie who’s playing in net tonight.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I offered her my hand to shake.
“I usually drag one of my friends out to the games, but I was so excited when Alex asked me if Luka could have one of my tickets tonight,” she said.
“I appreciate you letting me steal your friend’s seat.”
She waved away my thanks. “Oh, trust me. It’s nothing. You’re probably doing me a favor because most of my friends prefer to come to games when Alex is riding the bench because I’m always a nervous wreck when he’s in the net. Now I don’t have to worry about pissing one of them off. Or try to pretend like I’m not freaking out all night so they don’t get mad at me and end up biting all my nails off or something.”
“Feel free to be as worried as you’d like with me here,” I reassured her. “I don’t mind. I’ve never been to a game before, so I won’t even know when to be concerned for Luka.”
“A hockey virgin?” Lucy squealed and then looked at me apologetically. “Sorry. I tend to be inappropriate from time to time. Feel free to ignore me as much as you’d like or let me know if my big mouth starts to get to you.”
“Now why would I do that to the girl who’s going to help me pop my hockey cherry?” I teased.
“Oh thank fuck you aren’t prissy. A lot of the other girlfriends are, so I never hang out with them. It just sucks that it took Luka until his senior year to find you or I could have had someone fun to hang out with all this time,” she lamented. “But at least we met so early in the season.”
“Is Alex a senior too?” I asked.
“No, we’re both juniors,” she replied. “We’ve been together since freshmen year, so I’m not one of those hockey bunnies who moves from player to player.”
“Hockey bunnies?” I quizzed, surprised by the reference.
“Yup,” she quipped. “And boy oh boy, am I excited to see the looks on their slutty faces when they realize that Luka is off the market again. Not that he’s given them the time of day before, but with him finally being single this year, I know some of them were hoping to get their nails into him.”
I lifted my hands in the air in and made a cat-claw gesture with my pretty, red nails. “Too late. I’ve got mine in him already and he likes it that way.”
“I’m sure he does,” she replied as the team got ready to get onto the rink.
I didn’t have to wait long to find Luka amongst his teammates. He had a big “A” stitched onto the front of his jersey, and when he turned to say something to one of the guys, I saw that his number was five. It made me chuckle because it turned out to be a very lucky number for me since he was my fifth tutor. He flashed me a grin when he looked towards where I was sitting in the stands and I felt my panties melt just a little bit more.