I knew that Gretchen had a boyfriend back home, and in my naivetΓ©, I thought that would matter. I always considered our playful flirting to be just that, playful. I had recently been dumped by my girlfriend and my emotions were a little fragile. I would have jumped her in a moment, but I kept a bit of distance between us, fearing the possibility of rejection.
Gretchen was one of the girls on our coed football team. She was from Canada, and had not played football before. She was tall, and slender; with small breasts, a firm ass, cute face, and short hair; just the way that I like my women. She moved with speed and grace, and with some special attention, picked up the game quickly. It seems like we always ended up next to one another in line during drills. She always wore a velour warm up suit; I remember how soft if felt when I brushed up against her when she bent over the ball to play center.
We made it through the season without loosing a game. I got to play quarterback and it seemed like Gretchen was always receptive to my passes. Unfortunately, I didn't see that football plays were not her primary interest.
We found a few things in common and hung out a bit. In fact it was one warm Saturday in December when we spent the day together, hanging out on campus. We decided that we would order pizza. We went back to the dorm and I went up to my room to get some cash and take a shower. When I got back, she had showered too and was wearing her robe.
We finished the pizza, drank a couple of Labatts and settled down to watch some TV sitting on the floor against her roommate's bed. I could feel her left hip touching mine and warmth in my body that was not from the alcohol.
I slid my hand down my leg and over onto her knee. She turned to me, her lips parted. I leaned toward her and our lips met. I felt the tension of the last few months turn to passion as my arms surrounded her and I pulled her close to me and held her as my tongue pressed past her lips into her mouth.
I pulled her onto me, so that her legs were straddling my hips. My hands held her by her butt, our lips still pressed together. I could feel the pounding of her heart against my chest, as I am sure that she could feel mine.
Our breathing came in gasps, our passions mounting, our chests rising and falling in unison. Her hips slid on me, she ground her pubis against mine. I felt my desires peaking, the blood rushing, and my penis hardening.
My fingers found the top button of her robe and released it. My lips moved down her chin, to her ear, and down her neck, as I released the second button. I nibbled on the muscle from her neck to her shoulder. Her breathing grew more rapid and her grinding more forceful. I felt my cock find a home in her slit and heard her moan as the head of my prick met with her clitoris.