EroticReverie

Cooper Callahan

Did Josie almost call me hot? That's my only fucking thought as I drive home

My second thought , I type out to her brother the second I'm parked in the parking garage of my apartment building. 

"Get your sister a new fucking car asshole." I hit send to Jack. 

My phone doesnt ding with a response until I'm in my apartment and changing out of my clothes to take another shower. 

"I tried mother fucker. She won't let me. Is it that bad?" he responds.

"Yeah. It is. Buy her one anyways. That thing is a death trap." I scowl and hit send and then toss my phone on my bed. 

I look down as it pings again. The screen still lit up with our conversation.

"How'd it go today? Everyone nice to her?" He asks. 

I pick up the phone. Wanting to tell him I have the we have a list of necks to break, but I don't want him to worry about it. 

"Went good. Yeah. They were as well behaved as nineteen male hockey players could be." I say and send my reply. 

"Not reassuring." He says and I huff a laugh.

"Yeah well. Russell already warned them off her. You're all set. Still coaches favorite even when you're a traitor." I send and he replies.

"Miss you too motherfucker." He types and I shake my head and toss the phone back to the bed and go take a shower.

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"Fuck, Josie" I groan as my cum shoots from my dick like it hasnt had a release in weeks. It's only been since last night. But thinking of Josie's ass, her tits, and those fucking mittens. Jesus. I was a terrible fucking best friend. I just fantsized about fucking Jack's sister over that table in the meeting room,  while she wore fucking mittens. 

I make dinner. Hit my apartment buildings gym for a few hours and then take my third shower of the day and start to wind down. I'm watching a game on the television, when my notifications ping on my phone. 

"ItsJosieJ has sent you a message." 

I groan. Not in annoyance, but because I'm about to get hard over a fucking phone notification. I flip up my screen and let my face unlock it. 

I open up the app, and then try to remember how the hell to get to my messages.

"Don't forget your homework!" She says along with a hockey stick and puck emoji along with a net. 

Was she sending everyone this message? Or Just me? Did it fucking matter? Either way this was Jacks little sister, and I needed to stop fucking getting excited about her. 

"I don't know what to post." I reply. 

A few seconds later she replies.

"Anything Callahan. A team photo, a picture of your dinner, your grumpy mug, anything." She replies and I smile slightly at my phone. 

"Is it really that bad? My face?" I ask. 

"There's nothing wrong with your face. Like I said, the grumpy mug is a well known trademark for Cooper Callahan. It's not a bad thing. I promise. You're very popular with women because of said grumpy mug." She replies.

"Women like grumpy men?" I ask. My brows pinching. 

"Women like grumpy men, but only when they know they're also giant teddy bears." She replies. 

"Being JUST grumpy, isn't good." She adds.

"Are you calling me a teddy bear?" I ask. 

"Just post a picture Callahan." she says and god, why does it make my dick twitch when she addresses me by my last name?

"What happens if I dont?" I ask. 

"Then you don't get a gold star tomorrow." She says. I smile at my phone. Then rub a fucking hand over my face. Don't smile at your phone you fucking idiot. 

A second later a picture pops up. It's of me. A professional shot from one of the games. I'm sitting in the penalty box, glaring at the ice like it owes me fucking money. A lot of it. Okay, so yeah. I've got a mean face when I'm on the ice. 

"Alright. Point taken. It's a mean face. I've got a mean face." I reply.

She sends a laughing emoji. 

"Post that picture." she says. 

"I dont want to post myself." I say. 

"Don't make me tell Russell on you." She replies.

"He's not the boss of me." I reply. 

She sends three laughing a emojis.

"Okay. He's KIND OF the boss of me." I reply and she types a reply. 

"I won't even make you think of a clever caption. Just post the picture and the tags and @ the teams page." She types. 

"I want two gold stars." I reply. 

"You have to earn them Cooper. My gold stars aren't just handed out because you want one." She says. My dick twitches again. Oh, I'll fucking earn them baby. 

Shit. No. Stop it. I growl at my phone. Fuck. 

I save the photo to my phone. Then struggle to fucking post it. First because I just can't remember what the fuck to press to make a post. Then because I don't want to post of picture of  myself like some fucking jackass. For some reason, it felt desperate and showy. It wasn't me. When women posted themselves? It was hot or cute. Just being a grown fucking man, posting a photo of my own fucking face on the internet just felt stupid. But I do it. And I make the fucking hashtags and @ the teams page. I even add one. #twogoldstars

"Done." I send her a message and a second later there a notification that she liked the photo. 

A few seconds later another notification of her leaving a comment. 

"#allthegoldstars" 

I fucking smile like a fucking kid in kindergarten about to be handed a full fucking sheet of gold foiled sticker stars. 

I look to my notifications and see another, smiling wondering what else she wrote, then refresh and scowl and roll my eyes.

"BigBarryN33" commented. "Hell yeah IceDaddy, look at that smolder!" 

I would fucking kill him. 

"Follow me back Cap!" Ruben Fletcher comments. I grumble.

"Not part of the assginment." I comment. 

"That's cold Cap. Ice cold." Ruben replies.

"See. Social media is fun." Josie replies in my DM's.

"If you say so." I reply. 

"Don't forget your story." She reminds me. 

"The dog ate my homework." I reply.

"Cute. Story. or no gold stars for you." She types along with a line of gold stars.

"I better be getting gold stars Josie. I won't be happy if I don't get gold stars tomorrow." I reply. 

"I promise. You'll get them." she says. I smile at the phone and groan. 

"It can be anything?" I ask, smirking with an idea. 

"Yup. Anything. Just nothing that goes against the dont get cancelled guidelines." She says.

"Give me a few minutes."I reply. 

"Waiting." She types back. 

It takes me more than just a few. The only social media I do have, is an old Facebook profile. It doesnt have my full name, or any pictures, but I do follow her parents, my parents, Jack and a few other people from highschool when I first made it. I have to reset my god damn password before I can even login. So it takes me up to fifteen fucking minutes to find what I'm looking for. 

I save the photo. Open up instagram and pull open the story feature and upload the photo. 

I even type a fucking caption. 

"The Dunpark Penguins Number One Fan" I type and then post and then pull open our message. 

"Assignment complete." I type. 

"Let me check your work." She types and I smirk , waiting. 

A minute later I see she's reposted it to her own story.

"Bet your god damn ass I am." She captions over the picture of her, ten years old yelling, red cheeked with a penguins hat on and oversized jersey with her brothers number on. Pointing at the glass like she's about to march onto the ice and rip the ref a new asshole. I remember the photo because it was posted in the local news paper when they did a piece on Jack being the best new rookie and how promising her was for the Penguins. 

"I cant believe you." She replies within the message. 

"You said anything." I reply back. 

"I did. Where did you even FIND that?" she asks. 

"Your mothers facebook." I reply. 

"Am I going to regret making you social media savvy , Callahan?" She asks. 

"Probably." I reply. 

"Oh god. I've created a monster." She types and I laugh , out loud. 

"So now I'm a grump, and a monster?" I ask. 

"And a teddy bear." she says.

"Josie." I reply. 

"Cooper?" She replies.

Fuck. I want to flirt with her. Is that what were doing? 

"I'm not a teddy bear." I reply. 

"You look like one." She types. 

"I thought I looked mean?" I reply.

"You can be both. " She types 

"It's getting late, I have a meeting with Tony in the morning. I'll see you tomorrow with your gold stars." She says and posts more gold star emojis.

Tony. Fuck. That's right. I wanted to ask her what he was talking to her about. But was that out of line? Over protective ? Would she get pissed if I tried to look after her or interrogated her about her conversations with the man who was her boss? It wasnt appropriate, there was no way to ask without feeling like I was overstepping, or risking pissing her off. It was probably just work related. 

"Goodnight Josie." I reply. 

"Goodnight Cooper." She replies with a sleeping face emoji. 

I close out the app, but not before getting a notification. JJSimaShark follows you. Her brother. My best friend. I groan, this time in annoyance, with myself. I just spent half an hour trying to text flirt with his sistrer, without seeming like I was flirting too much. 

He replies to my story.

"Best number ever." He says of his own number on her Jersey.

"Yeah, yeah, go to bed shit head." I type back.

"You first old man." He replies and I just shake my head and go to my room and get ready for bed. 

Then after a few minutes. I pull open the damn app and go To Josie's page. 

Big fucking mistake. 

I spent the next hour going through the hundreds of highlights and photos. And I spend the last fifteen of those minutes going to one of her recent photos. From today. Her standing outside the arena  in her red sweater and tight jeans, with two red mittens giving a thumbs up. And those last fifteen minutes.....i look at that picture....with my dick in my fucking hand.