Previously on Manny, Jessica lost her virginity to Manny, an old high school companion and ex-con. Although initially Manny sought revenge for having been wrongfully incarcerated, his love for Jessica was too strong and they became lovers. Manny has been working as a football coach in a high school but takes on a job as a photographer for Jessica's magazine, in the hopes that they'll spend more time together. The time is the late 1980's.
Manny was having an intense dream. In the dream, he had been drafted into the NFL and quickly became a star quarterback for the San Francisco 49'ers. This caused a big smile to appear on Manny's lips as he tossed and turned under his sheets, for he had only played as an offensive lineman in high school. Now, he was free to enjoy glory and praise, and the love of Jessica Abby who admired his accomplishment.
As the dream went on, he saw himself winning the playoff games and finally providing the 49'ers with a victory in the Super Bowl game. The spectators who had come to see the exciting game of games at Candlestick Park Stadium in San Francisco had come and gone. Twilight had brought drizzle and the earth and green turf was wet beneath Manny's feet. Winds swept into the field, dramatic winds that howled banshee-like and echoed in the stadium. These were the well-known winds that came from the bay; and in the cool air of nightfall, the winds had brought Jessica, like a vision, to his arms.
They were locked in a tight embrace. Manny was still in his uniform, the signature red jersey and golden tights. His strong chest pressed hard against Jessica's perfect 34 c breasts and their kiss was the stuff romantic films were made of, long, passionate, emotional kisses. As their kisses deepened and intensified, the stadium night lights suddenly turned on by themselves and the drizzle turned everything silvery and dew-like.
As Manny slipped his tongue into Jessica's mouth in a strong kiss, she felt his cock becoming hard in his tights, rubbing against her thighs and its big size made her feel weak and compliant. He rested his big hands on her back, caressing the small of her back and she had her hands wrapped gently around his neck, reaching up to him as she was shorter than he was. Their kisses became fiery and they were both aroused with passion, their hearts swelling with the prospect that they would make love right here in the football field and deservedly after Manny had earned his Super Bowl ring.
Feeling his sturdy muscular arms, like walls closing against her, her pussy became wet and her stomach, touching his, made her breathe harder and faster as if she was panting. Manny, too, was breathing hard and she could hear him grunting in a sudden rush of desire. They stared into one another's eyes and read in them the same need, the same longing.
In slow motion, Manny lay her down on the football field on her back. She was wearing a tight white top that hugged her upper body and showcased her fine breasts and flat tummy; and a skirt that was rather short, like a skimpy cheerleader's skirt, showcasing her smooth, creamy white legs, legs which had always figured in his most erotic fantasies.
Everything now had a hazy quality, and although the winds disappeared, the drizzle continued. Jessica's light brown, almost blonde hair, was wet and Manny's uniform was also wet, giving them a hot wet look that made them want each other even more.
It was as if they had an eternity ahead of them. Manny leaned down over her body and covered her in kisses. Very gingerly, he kissed her lips, wet cheeks, nose, eyelids and chin. Jessica responded instantly, feeling the warmth of his body on top of her, feeling his muscular arms against her own. She looked up and saw that he was in a push-up position.
His head was bathed in the glow of the stadium lights. Even before they had kissed, he had taken off his helmet which lay on the field right next to them. Soon, the helmet had company as Manny removed his uniform and Jessica took off all her clothes. They were both in the nude now, their bodies warm and aroused and glowing beneath the lights. They began to kiss again, and Manny possessively mounted her, straddled her. With his hands he forced her legs apart, causing her to moan and writhe underneath him.
Since this was a dream, there was no need for a condom. His hard, erect cock found its way inside her wetness, and her pussy squeezed his big cock inside her, making her throw her head back and wince in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He began to slide his cock inside her, in shallow thrusts at first, only the tip of his cock entering her pussy. Jessica panted and moaned, her physical response arousing him further.
Teasing her, he slid his cock out of her pussy and rubbed it over her pussy lips in a circle. Then he slid his cock inside of her but not forcefully or deeply, as if to get her anxious and to ready her for harder penetrations yet to come.
She accommodated his large cock inside her, wrapping her legs around him, grabbing on to his broad shoulders for dear life, wincing and moaning and becoming more and more ecstatic.
Neither of them said a word and all that came from them were moans, groans and grunts. It was like they were in some strangely familiar porn film, one about football players and a girl who fucks an entire football team. But he knew that it was more than the football athlete and cheerleader fantasy, it was a more romantic dream that was vivid and heart-felt. Manny had never been with a girl like Jessica. The dumb cheerleaders he had dated in high school were vain, self-absorbed and shallow, not caring for the real him, interested only in appearances and dating a high school jock.
He knew now that the girl, the woman, for him was and had always been Jessica Abby. She was above him, like a goddess, brilliant of mind and beautiful of soul, her goodness rubbing off on his often bad boy ways. She gave herself to him with wanton abandon, crossing her legs over his own legs, raking her nail down his back as his thrusts increased in speed and force. Deep groans flew off his lips as his hips began to grind against her and he thrust forward, his back arched, his head moving up every time he thrust his cock into her. Faster, harder, deep thrusts. He arched his back and rammed his cock with pleasure into her wetness and she screamed out in a mix of pain and bliss.
Jessica threw her head back and her brown hair was in disarray over the field, her eyes falling over Manny's helmet and at times over head to the stadium seats and the lights. The drizzle had ended now and the winds began to pick up force. It was such a silent night that she swore she heard the ocean's roar over by the San Francisco Bay. She cried out and tears streamed down her cheeks. She laid her hands over his high, round, strong buttocks which moved beneath her hands as he fucked her. "Ouhhh, Jessica, uhhh" he roared, his orgasm building.
She felt herself exploding, her body was tender under his heavy weight and she climaxed with all the force that had been swelling inside her for long. Manny screamed out and his cum shot into her, making them both shiver and sigh. Their breathing became steadier and Manny embraced her, still laying on top of her, his cock still inside her...
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The ringing of the alarm clock on the side of his bed woke Manny up. The radio turned itself on automatically. A traffic report was announced by a woman's voice, along with a bit of news regarding an automobile accident involving an actor in a Woody Allen movie being filmed in the city. Still in "bed head" mode, Manny looked at the clock and saw that it was already eight in the morning. Damn, he thought, I'm going to be late. He knew he had overslept, on account of that terrific dream he had just had; but he was supposed to get to Manhattan to Jessica's "City Woman" publisher's office building. It was his first day on the job. Jessica would most likely think he was unfit for the job and incompetent if he arrived too late.
He shot a glance into the direction of a black and white, framed photo of Jessica Abby which stood on top of his night stand. How could he have cursed this wonderful woman while he was in jail? How could he have filled his heart with nasty revenge and thoughts of raping her? She was a female unlike any other in his life.
In his past, he had only loved the wrong types of women, bad girls with no prospects and with no real warmth, kindness and intelligence. Jessica was above him, like a goddess, like a princess, and he felt unworthy of being her man. But she had given herself to him and given him the precious gift of her virginity and she loved him like no other woman had loved him. Already, he had given up his job as a football coach in a high school for her, for the chance to be near her, to spend more time with her.
