Girls Not Named Mary

An eBook By Jack Allen.

They climbed off the bus feeling a little worn out, but excited. The bus driver opened the luggage doors, and each teammate picked out his bag of equipment, slung it over his shoulder, and carried it into the lobby. Ethan walked in and dropped his stuff at his feet behind Tino, his roommate.

"Where are we staying?" Ethan asked.

"I don't know, yet," Tino said. "I'm waiting for coach to find out."

The lobby began to fill with the rest of the team. Coach Riley was at the counter talking with a pair of sharply dressed young ladies, one of whom, Ethan noticed, was very striking. Ethan stepped out from behind Tino, moved closer to the counter, and caught the eye of the very attractive girl. She smiled at him and moved down to his end of the counter.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked, in her light, sexy voice.

"Yeah, what's Coach Riley having a problem with?"

"Just a slight problem with where his room is located. Apparently, his room is in a different court from the rest of yours, and we're trying to find a better accommodation."

Ethan chuckled, and she looked confused.

"Sorry," Ethan said. "Coach Riley does fine when he's coaching on the ice, but in the real world, he gets a little lost."

"You're hockey players?"

"Yeah. We're here for state finals."

"That's very interesting," she said, leaning closer to Ethan. "My name is Rita."

Ethan reached out to shake her hand. "Ethan," he said. He was just about to ask if she'd join him for dinner when Coach Riley shouted for them to follow him. Ethan shrugged. "Maybe I'll see you later," he said.

"I think so," Rita said, with a grin, and Ethan looked at her twice as he walked away.

"What'd you talk to her about?" Tino said, walking beside Ethan.

"I'm not sure," Ethan answered.

They were each given their room assignments in pairs and found their rooms. Coach Riley gave them instructions to meet for dinner in the lobby in half an hour. Ethan and Tino unpacked their stuff and checked out the selections on cable before they had to go down to meet the coaches and the rest of the team in the lobby. They were the last to arrive.

"Glad you could join us, gentlemen," Coach Riley said.

They were all given instructions for the next morning and what they could do in the hotel that night, but none of it sounded too exciting. All that was available in the hotel was a swimming pool, which Ethan hated, video games, or the limited selections on cable tv. Ethan sighed. Coach Riley was still talking and Ethan peeked back around the corner to the part of the lobby by the front doors to see if Rita was still behind the counter, but she was gone. In her place was an older woman with grey hair.

"Shit," Ethan said under his breath.

He turned back and entered the dining room with the rest of the team. He sat with Tino at a table with Frank and Pete. They ordered and ate and, as usual, Tino and Ethan were the last to finish. They were sitting around the table, talking about what they were going to do that night, when Pete mentioned something about someone he knew who lived in the area.

"Who?" Ethan said, putting his fork down.

"My brother. He lives about five miles from here," Pete said.

"Great," Tino said. "Call him up and tell him to rescue our asses."

"I did, but he's not home."

"Oh well," Ethan sighed, looking at Tino. "You have any money for the video games?"

Tino nodded. "Some," he said.

"I got some, but it's back in the room."

"You go get it and I'll meet you down here."

"Ok," Ethan said, and pushed himself away from the table. He walked all the way around the court, up the stairs, down the balcony, unlocked the door, entered his room, flicked on the light, and discovered a young, blonde, naked woman on his bed. Her long legs were twisted in the sheets and her bare ass stuck up. She rolled over and her heavy breasts rolled on her chest.

"Hi," Rita whispered, wiggling her hips.

She brought her knees up and spread her legs as if to tell him exactly what she had in mind. She looked at him through her golden hair hanging over her eyes.

"Hi," Ethan said, and closed the door.

"I've heard hockey players have big dicks. If you do, I want you to stick it in me."

"How'd you get in my room?" Ethan said, as he unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eye off her.

"I work here, remember. I can get any key."

"I'm glad you chose mine."

She laughed and her jiggling tits looked very inviting. He peeled off his shirt and she cooed softly at the sight of his bare chest and the rippling muscles of his back, and rubbed her boobs with her hands. Ethan unzipped his pants, dropped them to the floor, pulled down his boxer shorts, and Rita gasped.

"That's what I call a cock," she said, smiling.

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