So yeah, lesbian sex (or at least the desperate pursuit of it) was largely responsible for our team getting to semi-finals that year. So imagine how pissed we were when the coach told us they were assigning us hotel rooms by position – some sort of dumb, squad spirit-building thing. I was a forward and Stacey was a defender. We ended up assigned to different frickin’ halls! I almost beat my coach to death with my hockey stick.
The morning we loaded up the bus to leave one of the girls didn’t show. She called out sick. It was Stacey’s roommate. Yes! Okay, I felt bad for her but it meant I could sneak into Stacey’s room. I don’t even remember the 4 hour bus ride. I was too focused on that night and that hotel room. Then we got to the hotel and learned that Stacey’s room was right next to the coach’s. No! Cruel fate!
It was Lauren, quiet shy little Lauren, who came through for us. I’d grown up with her. We’d known each other since kindergarten. She was sweet and smart. And she had two left feet. Although she was technically a forward winger, she’d played maybe 10 minutes our whole season. Still, everybody liked her because she was so nice and so funny and she loved being part of the team. As another offensive player, she got assigned as my roommate.
Lauren saw Stacey and me moping in the lobby of the hotel after dinner and she came over. “Hey Stacey, I was thinking… would you mind switching rooms with me tonight? You’ve got the one to yourself right?”
Stacey kept a better poker face than I did. I brightened right up, “Really?”
“Sure.”
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“I uh… errr… I snore,” she stuttered, “Really really loud. I don’t want us to lose tomorrow because I kept the team’s star forward up all night with my snoring. And I know you guys like to, uh, hang out together.”
They traded keycards and Stacey kept her voice cool when she offered, “Want to come hang out with us for awhile Lauren?”
“No!” she gasped, “I mean… no. I’m fine. I’ll just read my book and go to sleep early tonight.” She looked from me to Stacey and back again. “Big day tomorrow, we all need to get some rest tonight right?”
Stacey and I nodded as Lauren walked away.
Stacey kept her eyes on Lauren as she got further away and said, “I think she just told us not to stay up too late having sex.”
“I think so too.” I looked at Stacey, horrified. “Are we that obvious?”
“Maybe. I dunno. Either we’re paranoid or Lauren has some major gaydar or we’re halfway out of the closet.” But then she waved the room’s magic keycard at me, “Honestly Bubblegum, do you even care right now?”
“Fuck no. Let’s go.” We raced to the elevator, which was kinda silly, because we just ended up standing there waiting for it to come down. It came down soooo slooooow.
We could have gotten a head start on the nooky in the elevator if some strange dude hadn’t gotten in with us at the last second. He was probably my dad’s age and he just leered at us the whole time.
Okay, I’m young, blonde and I have big boobs so I’m used to getting looked at. Stacey maybe even more so since she sticks out with the red hair and pale skin too. But right then I was so paranoid after Lauren practically told us she knew what we were doing that it was the first thing on my mind. Could everybody tell? He kept staring at us and I kept getting more and more paranoid. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming “NO! I’M NOT GAY! SHE’S JUST REALLY FUCKING HOT AND SHE’S AN AMAZING KISSER, OKAY?!”