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.