Mostly true story for my first submission - thanks to
oldnakeddad
for helping me with dialogue and other editing. I appreciate it! Comments and feedback - good, bad and ugly - are all welcome.
It was our fourth date, and I was hoping for a good time. Nathan and I had gone out three times already and, given how we had hit it off and his reactions to me, I had thought we would have had sex already, but, at first he was shy, and we met in public. We got closer on the last date, but I got paged by work and had to leave. This time, I was not on call and I was going over to his house to watch an LSU vs Texas A&M college football game.
I'm a huge football fan, one of the many things I had in common with Nathan. My name is Tara. I'm of mixed race, with medium brown skin and eyes. I have dark, reddish-brown curly hair that falls, in ringlets, below my shoulders.
The thing most guys notice about me are my breasts...my thirty-two DDs can be attention grabbing with pointed, and always erect, nipples. Nathan had told me he was a boob guy and, on the last date, I had dressed to seduce by wearing a tank top, without a bra, and it seemed to help. This time, I pulled out all of the stops.
I was wearing a pair of low-rise skinny jeans which made my ass look amazing, a cropped 49ers jersey, and four-inch ankle boots. The jersey was a men's cutoff I had bought off of eBay. It was cropped to three or four inches above my bellybutton, exposing a lot of my midriff.
The sleeves were meant for holding up shoulder pads and were only a flaps of fabric. The armholes were huge with only a small strip of mesh holding the front and back together on each side, making it very exposed. It was probably meant to wear over a shirt but I wasn't wearing one, or even a bra. This was going to be fun!
Nathan is very cute and works in the same building as I do. He is of Scottish/Irish descent, tall and lanky and has the most beautiful brown puppy-dog eyes. Those soft eyes almost popped out when he opened the door for me.
"Wow! Come on in, it's going to be a good game but I don't know how much I will pay attention to it, now," he said, laughingly.
I giggled and gave him a deep kiss but pulled back before it got too heavy. This needed to get stretched out.
"Got a beer?"
"Sure, follow me."
We went to his living room, where the pre-game was on his big screen. I had no skin in the game, having gone to college in Washington, but Nathan had gone to Texas A&M so he was very interested. I grabbed a beer and opened it but, before I got to drink it, there was rapid knocking on the door.
"You expecting someone?" I asked, disappointed.
"Nah, probably one of the guys from upstairs looking for something."
I heard some words and two young men came rushing into the living room and plopped onto the couch. They hadn't seen me, yet.
"Hi guys!"
They both slowly turned to look at me.
"Our TV isn't working and we want to watch the game."
"Okay. Want a beer?"