Where it happened: Football Game
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
It all began at the old High School Football game, the biggest game of the year, because the visiting team were our rivals. Still, I didn’t care, I wasn’t real big on sports, what am I saying, I never liked sports! Swimming was my thing. Well, anyways, I pretty much had friends from both schools, so that’s why I was there. I was sitting by the field, near the visiting teams refreshment stand, not really paying attention to the game, when the Half-time show ended.
One of my freinds from the rival schools cheerleading squad spotted me wollowing by the field as she was walking off. As any other good freind would, she went over to see what was up. Now her name was Jenny, and I always was attracted to her. We never dated, but when ever our friends would go out as a group, we hung out a lot together. We knew each other pretty well.
She walked up to me in that, awsome cheerleading outfit, with her strawberry-blonde hair, and those impossable deep-blue eyes, and asked why in the world I was sitting all by myself.
I didn’t have an answer for her. I must have said something like I don’t know, but at that time I was distracting myself from her with the stars overhead. All she did in response was look at the stars with me. Ok, I’ll admit at that moment I wasn’t thinking about the stars, and I snuck a second look at her, she must’ve noticed though because she looked at me right after. I turned my head to her and our eyes locked.
She had the softest face, with her blue eyes staring back at me I got this sort of blurred vision, like she was too bueatiful or something. I was leaning on my hands and some how her hand touched on top of mine. My mind was racing, my head was locked facing hers.
She smiled. A light pretty smile. The moment lasted forever.
I worked up enough focus to return her smile.
Then a touchdown was scored, the crowed screamed, and her attention was turned away, towards the field. As was mine. The moment was gone, her hand was no longer on mine and her eyes were no longer visible. It was like being ripped from your home.
She turned back to me, she asked if I would like to take a walk on the bike path near-by. I asked her about her cheerleading, and she didn’t say anything else. She just stood up slowly and began walking out of the stadium area. I quickly stood up and caught up with her.
We began talking. She was to my left when we began walking down the path. We talked about the people in our circle of friends and the different little dramas. She kept brushing her hair behind her ear. Her hair was done up so she could do arial tricks, and it was very beuatiful. We walked along talking about the people we knew, family, past relationships. She brushed her hair back, but in doing so she undid her hair and bobby pins and hair combs fell to the ground. We laughed a little, not knowing why, we accidently picked them up together, my hand falling on hers. She looked at me and our eyes locked again. Un-interupted for a while, just drinking in the image of her face.
I pulled my hand up, a little too quickly, and stood up. She slowly stood up right, and looked at me, I didn’t know what to do. She took my hands and drew closer to my face. I didn’t even think: I kissed her, lightly at first. She kissed back, a little harder. We began kissing moving around each others lips. Our bodies moved closer, my hands reached around to the arch of her back and hers to my shoulders. We pulled each other closer together. We began moving around the face. She moved down to my neck, kissing and sucking, I nibbled on her ear, caressing away her hair. She pulled back and scratched my chest over my shirt, a long stroke that started at my neck and began working it’s way down to my belt.
I stumbled and fell backwards into the bushes. My watch caught the sleeve of her uniform, and pulled her down with me. Her uniform ripped. Her sleeve was damaged. Her head fell on top of my arm. My neck hurt but she seemed fine. I laughed a little. She laughed a bit too. We layed there looking at the stars.
After a little while, she noticed the rip on her sleeve. She then asked me to reach her zipper on her back. She sat up and as I was laying down I began un-zippeing her uniform. I zipped down the to the small of her back and could see the bra she had on, it was lacy but it was tight like a sports bra. I went all the way down to her skirt, there the zipper stopped. Her one peice uniform was very sexy, I never said it, but it was. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but it felt right. She began slipping out of her uniform.
Dawning only her bra and panties, she straddled one of my legs. She began unbuttoning my shirt, then she un-buckled my belt. She began to press her crotch against my thigh. Pulsing against my leg. My cock was the hardest it ever was before. She brought her face to mine and she kissed my lips. Only for a moment, then she pulled away, touching her lips down my chest, she got to my pants and unzipped them with her teeth. My boxers bulged out of my zipper, practically hitting her forehead. My leg was wet, and when I looked down at it her panties were soaked. I unclasped her bra as she leaned over to me and I began running my fingers around her teenager breast. They were perfect. I could just barely fit one into my hand. I ran circles on the very edges of her breast and worked my way around, spiraling to her nipples, slowly. She looked about to orgasm right there. When I reached the tips she took hold of my hands and and made a pointer out of one. She started at her neck and touched the very tip of my finger to her skin. She brought it down between her breast, down her tight stomache, past her belly button, to her soaked panties. She began to have them feel her clit, through her panties. I followed through and began pressing my finger against her. She began moving forewards and backwards along my leg. Her knee began hitting my crotch. My cock strained against the wall of my boxers. She noticed my cock at that moment and began reaching her hands into my boxers. She ripped them down, revealing me completely. She stroked them with her hand, licking the liquid that was building. She then sucked the whole thing once, and sat up on my leg. She pulled her panties off of one leg and began putting herself around my cock. I was inside of her. She began pulsing back and forth, back and forth. I grabbed her back just above her ass and began pulling her against me. She began to gasp in and breath heavily. My head was spinning, I wasn’t even in control any more. She began moaning, as I pressed against her crotch with each push. In a final rush of glory I unloaded my cock and she began to slow down.
She laid her head onto my chest and we embraced, she stared at the stars and I stared at her. We heard a cheer from a distance. The football game. The marching band began to play. She looked up at me and we began to dress.
We walked back to the game silent. She had the tear on her sleeve, and she joined the cheerleading squad again. I watched as she explained to the head cheerleader that she fell down and wasn’t feeling well. The head excused her, and they hugged for a second. She came back to me, and we said our goodbye’s with out talking.
After that I didn’t get to see her much, Her family went to Greece and I thought about her a lot.
On the day she was supposed to return, I waited for her to call or come over. Nothing. Her plane crashed into the ocean. She wasn’t among the survivors.
I still think about you Jen.
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