One thing about living in LA, even if you're a Steeler fan there's plenty of places to go and watch the game with other fans. That's where you'll find me every Sunday during football season at a Steeler bar in the valley. It's always a raucous crowd when a Pittsburgh game is on the tube and pity the poor fool who roots for the other team. Sara was one of the regular crowd and we became friends over beer and football.
It was not as if we were introduced or anything formal, just we learned each other's name and drifted together as two people with a common interest tend to do. We both liked to get to the bar early to make sure we got good seats to watch the game, sometimes even before the bar opened for business. We would sit on the benches outside talking football while waiting for Gus to show up to open. Sara was knowledgeable about the game and I found I enjoyed talking with her. I guess the only way to describe her would be working class as I always saw her in jeans and the Steeler jersey she wore to every game. You know the type, average, brown hair, somewhat chunky but not fat. I'm just saying, although not beautiful she was not ugly. I never thought of her romantically and we barely talked of anything other than football. I never noticed any romantic vibes from her but then I knew she had a boyfriend and I'm sure that had a lot to do with it. I use to tease her about dating a man who didn't like football but only good-naturedly.
It was a normal football Sunday and as usual, I was the first one there. I got out of my car but when I got near the front door I found a sign saying, 'Closed by ABC.' Just great, I guessed Gus was caught serving some minor or something. I was walking back to my car when Sara pulled up so I walked over to tell her the bad news. I suggested another Steeler bar I knew of but she said if I wanted, I could come to her house, and we could watch it on her big screen. How could I refuse so I followed her home in my car, and was glad to learn she lived close by.
Her apartment was small but neat and organized and as she turned the game on, I asked her where the boyfriend was,
"He always disappears on football Sundays, he hates football, and he hates that I love it. I use to go to his place after the game but he says I'm no fun after the game so now we just ignore each other on game day."
It was a great game and the Steelers ended up winning in overtime when Polamalu intercepted a pass and ran it in for a TD. We were jumping up and down, screaming then we hugged, and then we kissed. I don't know what happened, I mean we were both so happy and both a little drunk I know that's no excuse but all of a sudden, we were in bed together.
It was so hot; I had never been with a girl so passionate, who knew what she wanted sexually plus she gave as good as she got. She sat on top of me, her hair matted in sweat as she rode me. I watched her boobs bouncing as she held on to my shoulders for balance. I saw her eyes glaze over and I knew she was ready to cum so I hurried to time my climax with hers. She screamed and collapsed on top of me as I shot my lode filling my condom to over flow. We lay there catching our breath and slowly the realization of what we had done caught up to us. I looked over to our clothes in a pile where we ripped them off each other. I looked at Sara and saw that she was embarrassed,
"Sara I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I don't know how this happened."
