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The silence was driving Neil crazy. He wanted to turn the radio on just for the noise, but he didn't want to disturb Ann, who was lost in thought. She was staring out the passenger window into the darkness. The only sound, besides the engine purring and the hum of the tires on pavement, was her occasional sigh. And that was driving him crazier.
When she let out another one, he caved and flicked on the stereo, keeping the volume low. She noticed, but she didn't say anything. Instead she sighed again a few minutes later, and he turned the radio up to drown that annoying sound out.
That made her turn, which made him turn, their eyes connecting. He could see the tear running down her cheek, which brought an odd smile to his face.
"It's not funny, Neil. I can't help how I feel."
"Nobody died, babe," he replied, running his hand along her bare thigh.
"I'm not so sure about that," she responded, turning to look out the window again, as if she was searching for something.
"Anna, this was bound to happen eventually."
"I'm Ann. There's no Anna tonight."
He looked at her, sitting with her legs crossed in the passenger seat as they drove down the twisting four-lane highway that led to the interstate. Her arms were folded, covering her ample chest. She was naked except for her stylish heels, but she might as well have been dressed.
He still noted her lack of attire, saying, "Could have fooled me. You're certainly
dressed
like Anna."
She shrugged and said, "I don't know what to tell you. Everything changed tonight."
"Babe, nothing changed other than the outcome, and everyone knows that's something that can't be controlled. To be honest, we've been lucky the last few years things were so lopsided. From
a normal
fan standpoint, you have to admit it was a much better game."
"I'm not a normal fan, Neil. I'm a Super Bowl slut. Period. And tonight... I don't know. I'm beginning to wonder if the party has run its course."
They were returning from Barry and Carol's house from their annual Super Bowl party. And while it was still an incredibly fun evening, filled with great friends and good food, the atmosphere had turned out most certainly different.
First, the Cowboys were back in the game, which meant Martina got to be the star of the show once again. No one said anything when she showed up in her authentic Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfit, which had become her customary attire three of the past four years. Yet the were some very annoyed glances and eye rolls shot her direction during the early part of the party.
Those came mostly from the notion that she herself had come up with the idea that if there were one Super Bowl slut that was the sole fan of a particular team, she'd get to be the center of attention. With Martina getting to have that honor so often, it was beginning to cause some minor jealousy among the women, including those that weren't part of that select group.
Secondly, while the game
had
turned into an exciting one, it was low scoring compared to most of the previous games. The Pittsburgh Steelers were the opponent, and late in the fourth quarter it was just a three point difference. Dallas scored a touchdown with under four minutes left to seal the victory, and the final score ended 27-17.
The Cowboys scored a total of just five times, and with there being so many girls as part of the naughty band of sluts, it left limited opportunities for them to strip, drink shots, and most importantly, perform some kind of oral sex act. Other than Martina, each slut had just one chance to shine, as Ann liked to think of it.
It took until partway through the third quarter before the group was completely naked. And with the way Dallas, the designated home team for the party, was spreading out the scoring, the obligatory shots of Jack Daniels weren't having their normal accumulating effect.
Yet Neil figured Ann's melancholy attitude stemmed from not feeling the way she had the previous year when the 49ers scored forty-nine points,
and she
was the star of the party. After all, not only did she get to perform a sexual favor for every San Francisco score during the party, she got the ultimate ending. She sucked off every man that attended at the end of the game, wearing their cum home. And just before they'd left, she'd gotten to have a threesome at the first unofficial after party, actually fucking Neil while she deep throated Maritina's husband Alphonso. Anything compared to that night was bound to be a letdown. He said as much.
"Anna, you can't compare year to year. Each party is bound to be different."
"This isn't about me, Neil."
"Are you sure? We can make a stop at the gas station if you want."
He was referring to how he'd ended her night previous year. She'd teased a convenience store attendant on the way to the party, showing off her sexy body in the custom designed see-through dress she'd worn. She'd even gotten their gas for free because of it. Neil didn't forget that, and on the trip home, he told to her go into the store, naked and covered in cum, and pay for the gas by sucking off that same attendant. It was a perverse thrill, because he'd
made
her do it; something that she got off on, and it made the night even more memorable.
She recognized his attempt to inject some levity, and perhaps ignite a sexual spark in her, but she saw through it. "That would be staged. You know it wouldn't be the same, and I've already told you I'm Ann. Stop calling me Anna. I'm not in the mood."
He sensed there was more to her attitude than just the noticeable difference in atmosphere at the party, but that seemed like the logical place to start.
"Are
you sure
this isn't about tonight?"
"Well obviously that's part of it. I sucked one cock, tonight. One, Neil. I could have done that at home."
"I get that. And yet just five years ago sucking
that one
cock at a party would have seemed like an impossibility."
"I'm well aware of how the party has progressed. I don't need to be patronized."
"I'm not trying to upset you, Ann," he said, griping internally that he'd had to cave and accept that while she looked like she was ready to fuck, like
every other year
they left the party, her mind was obviously elsewhere. Sex seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. "I'm just trying to understand what you're feeling."
