Game day was here, and given that it was a playoff game, it was packed. The bleachers were full with screaming fans of both football teams. People everywhere. Which is why I escaped under to the no less loud but far less crowded location of under the bleachers. Oh I'm Anna by the way, and I'm no football fan by any means. Wasn't in high school, and I'm not now that I'm in college. I only go to be social, and hang out with my friends. But today only a few of them are here, and I can't find any of them, so I decided to get some relative peace under the bleachers, and out of the sun. I did it all the time when in high school, and am doing it now in college. Under the bleachers is a great place to relax. As long as nobody looks down, you can do what you want. I feel myself smile as I remember once when I masturbated under the bleachers during another game. It was nice and loud, and nobody had a clue, even when I came. I don't get off on public sex for the record, it was just one time, hot day like today, hormones raging, stupid sports game going on like today, and nobody around, just like today!
I'm a hot girl, or so I've been told by all my friends, both male and female. I'm not very tall, with long natural black hair (something my friends are extremely envious of) and vivid deep green eyes (another rarity that makes my friends jealous) I'm not sporty type but I've always been slender. Guess it's good genes because I eat garbage, potato chips, BBQ, pizza, soda, burgers, Chinese takeout, and so on. Not a busty girl either, only a bigger B cup. Not that the two boyfriends whom have seen or touched my breasts minded. Since I started dating (which was at 15) I've only had four boyfriends, only 2 of which got to see or touch my in a sexual way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, I get plenty horny, but I'm just choosy. Guys can bang tons of girls and be called studs. Girls bang tons of guys, and they are sluts! Double standards suck big time. But that's life for you.
As it's very warm today, I'm wearing my denim skirt, white T shirt, matching white bra, my hair flows free. In the sun it looks silky. But I prefer the shade right now, away from the cluster of people. The crowd cheers. I assume one of the teams just made a touchdown or something. I'm about to get lost, once again, in Harry Potter, when someone joins me.
Jimmy, one of my friends I go to these wretchedly boring games to be social with. Jimmy's normal sized in terms of height. Brown haired and eyed, always clad in a rock band T-shirt (today it's AC/DC) and jeans. He doesn't work out, doesn't really like sports, and he eats crap like me but his genes are not as perfect and he's got more flab and packing on his gut. Not fat, but by middle age it'd be what is usually called a 'beer gut'. I don't care though, Jimmy is a good friend, and a nice guy. "Hiding Anna?" he asks.
"Well when have I ever watched football on my own? I only come for Mick, Joey, Lisa, Jessica, you, Greg, and Tyler. Where the hell are they anyway? They're missing the playoffs! All they did last weekend was talk about making this game."
"Tyler had to go home, some kind of family emergency. Mick is at the repair shop, his car got keyed last night and windows busted last night. Lisa I have no idea, that girl probably spaced out and is wandering somewhere down the freeway. Greg, he's probably stoned out of his mind watching some stupid Zach Galifianakis movie. Joey IS here somewhere, I just can't find him. Jessica, I saw her with Courtney, so she's off dyking out right now I bet."
I laughed loud. "Jess will punch your lights out for using that word. You know she's got a black belt in Jujitsu, Judo, or something. It starts with a J, I know that."
"I know, it's why I never use it when she's around!" Jimmy laughed.
I was a little pissed at myself though. "How did I miss all that news?"
"Well is your phone alive?"
I checked my phone and sure enough, it was dead. "Ah, that would explain why I've heard nothing from nobody."
"Learn to charge your phone girl. Good thing I looked for you. I'm so bored," he sighed and sat down.
"Me too. I care nothing for football. So Harry Potter will do."
"I heard two days ago that Joey fucked on of the cheerleaders during practice under the bleachers." Jimmy laughs.
I laughed too, secretly a bit turned on. That time I'd masturbated under the bleachers, I'd fantasized about something similar. But I'd never actually done it. And I'm not genuinely attracted to Jimmy, had to let him down easy a while back when he asked me on a date. I felt like shit afterwards, because he's a great guy, he just does nothing for me that way. "That sounds like something Joey would do. He does love cheerleaders."
"He does. Not that I blame him, hotties most of them. Why don't you try out? You're hotter than half the squad here."