Would it make your cock hard to hear about my secret groupie past? It would. Then let me tell you a little story from 1997. Let me tell you how it was, in real language, street language.
We were living up in Vancouver at the time. That fall, things were pretty overwhelming at work, and when I got home, it seemed like it was one thing after another with the family. I really needed to get away.
I joined a friend's book club and met this woman named Terri Connolly. We were reading that Wally Lamb book that was all the rage that year, and we both hit it off over how much we did not like it. I was dating women whenever I could at the time, and I asked Terri out for a drink afterwards.
Terri and I were both wearing come-fuck-me pumps that night. She was in her mid-30's and about the same height as me, and we laughed about how we towered over the other women at the club. She had long red hair, blue eyes, a mouth that curled up at the corners and demanded to be kissed, prominent grapefruit-sized tits...I was enjoying her as eye candy even if nothing came of this.
We went to this little cafe called Horwitz's up on Main Street for martinis. We chatted about our jobs. She told me she was in corporate sales for TELUS and had moved here after growing up in Ohio. She was very touchy-feely - she kept putting her hand on mine when she wanted to make a point. Naturally I reciprocated.
Then Terri asked me out.
"Hey, do you want to come to the Grizzlies game on Thursday? My boss gave me a pair in the lower bowl and I think it would be fun."
Now, I'm not the world's biggest basketball fan. But if it meant another chance to spend time with Terri - and pursue my seduction of her - I would have been happy to go watch tiddlywinks.
"Of course," I said. I leaned over for an impromptu hug and kissed her on the cheek. "That's very sweet of you. You might have to explain the odd rule to me, though. I seem to have misplaced my NBA rulebook."
"Actually," Terri confessed, "the main reason I want to go is there's a player on the Grizzlies this year who went to my alma mater, Bowling Green. Do you know Antonio Daniels?"
The name sounded vaguely familiar but I shook my head.
"Well, I used to go to a lot of the games back home. I even tried out for the women's team one year. Now I just watch what I can with my cable package. And Antonio is fucking hot. Look at this."
Terri reached into her purse and unfolded a glossy magazine clipping. It showed Antonio Daniels in his Grizzlies uniform on draft day. He was their top pick this year, and something about him reminded me of Denzel Washington. Nice, well-muscled body.
"Yum," I said. I licked my lips and took off my wedding ring with a wink. "How old is he?"
"Maybe 21 or 22. I would give anything to do him, Frederika, honest to God."
"Have you been with athletes before?"
"My senior year, I was fucking two of the guys on the basketball team at Bowling Green. You?"
"Yes, but mostly hockey players. And a couple of speedskaters." I said.
"Well, here's the kicker," Terri said. "They're having a reception for season-ticket holders after the game, with several of the players in attendance. And our tickets will get us in."
"I was excited before, but now I'm super-fucking-excited," I said with a smile.
The underdog Grizzlies delivered a surprisingly good game at GM Place, defeating San Antonio 97-86. Antonio was flying, scoring three-pointers from every angle. Every time he put one in the basket, Terri and I screamed and hugged each other. A couple of times, they put us up on the Jumbotron, and there was a big roar from the crowd, which I really enjoyed.
Terri was wearing a pair of tight black faux-leather pants and a sleeveless red blouse, and I had on white boots with a matching skirt cut above the knee, as well as a black silk top, under which I sported a new bra from Diane's Lingerie with the nipples cut out. I enjoy dressing like a groupie or escort. When I went to get us a couple of beers, one of the guys in the lineup asked me in a low serious voice if I was "available" that night. I pushed my ass against him slightly and told him to give me his business card.
When Terri and I hugged, the feeling of Terri's big tits pressing into mine really made my cunt wet. I wished I could lift up my skirt, show it to the people sitting around it to us, and then wipe it on my seat. Or on Terri's gorgeous face.
After the game, Terri checked the instructions she'd printed out at work, and we took an elevator up to Level 500. I spotted Antonio right away, surrounded by a group of admirers in the crowded room.
"I'm going in," said Terri. She approached him with her game program. I saw her get an autograph, but she looked hesitant and she came back to me on the other side of the room where I was reclining on a leather couch with a glass of complimentary champagne.
"What the fuck, girlfriend?" I said. "Did you hit on him?"