Just to be clear, this is a story about American football, not international football.
Summer awoke to find it a cloudy, dreary day. No sense going to the beach on her day off. She might as well be productive. She decided to wash her clothes at the Laundromat then do chores around her apartment. There was no need for Summer to get dressed up so she went commando by throwing on an old white T-shirt and heather grey gym shorts. On most days she wore a bra to support her soft firm C-cups, but on her day off she was more concerned with comfort. She didn't even apply and makeup, just pulled her blond hair back in a pony tail, slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops, and lugged her basket full of dirty laundry down to her car.
When she returned from the Laundromat a few hours later she saw five guys tossing a football around in the small grassy area in front of the apartment building. She recognized Keith and Aaron, her downstairs neighbors, but the other three guys were unknown to her. As she carried her laundry basket full of freshly cleaned clothes Keith called out her name and lobbed the football in her direction. Without missing a step she tilted her laundry basket to allow the ball to fall softly on top of her neatly folded clothes. Keith jogged toward her to retrieve the football from her basket and cheerfully inquired "Got any plans for today?"
"Just drudgery" she replied with a smile.
"Wanna join us in a game of touch football? We need one more person to have even sides." Keith asked.
Seeing an excuse to delay her chores she cheerfully answered "Sure, just let me take this laundry upstairs. I'll be right back."
She hurried up the steps and deposited her laundry basket on her bed, then kicked off her flip-flops and put on her sneakers. She was already dressed for athletic endeavors so there was no need to change her clothes. She thought about putting on a sports bra but decided against it. She loved getting attention from guys and letting them watch her luscious tits bounce around during the game would probably please her as much as it did them. She hurried downstairs to join the guys then they proceeded to walk to a small park a few blocks away.
Though the guys were all bigger and stronger than her, Summer didn't feel at a disadvantage playing football with them. As a child she was the only girl on her block with five boys as neighbors. If you include the adjoining blocks there were four more boys and only one other girl within a couple years of her age. Playing with boys all the time had molded her into a tomboy who was as adept in sports as her childhood friends. Once she hit puberty the guys started to develop stronger so she was less competitive with them, but she was still very athletically inclined. She had been a good female athlete in high school and had continued to stay in shape mostly by running, swimming and yoga. At age 20 she was still a fast runner with quick and agile moves. Her body reflected the effort she put into staying in shape. Her 5' 6" frame boasted well formed breasts, flat bell, gorgeous long legs, and the cutest firm butt that most guys had ever seen.
Summer's hot body was somewhat concealed under her nondescript loose fitting clothes so she didn't draw much attention from the guys as they walked to the park. She wasn't concerned because she knew once they became active and the "jiggle effect" came into play they would all enjoy checking her out.
When they arrived at the park they chose up sides to play three on three touch football. In order to record a "tackle" the defensive player had to touch the ball carrier with both hands. At first the guys went easy on their female companion until they realized she was not at a physical disadvantage. On defense her speed and agility allowed her to change directions quickly to cover receivers like a glove. Her quickness and agility allowed her be an excellent pass rusher too. On offence she wasn't quite as effective. Her teammates teased her that she "threw like a girl," and she had never been very good at catching balls. Her crafty spin moves allowed her to gain a few extra yards when running with the ball but she was never able to break open for a big gain. When ever she was the ball carrier all the guys converged on her quickly in the hope of getting to lay their hands on her so her speed was neutralized. However she had a strong competitive spirit that had been honed since childhood and she was determined to perform as well or better than her male counterparts.
Summer was having a blast playing the game with the guys and the guys greatly enjoyed having her in the game. The "jiggle effect" started immediately with the first play of the game. Her c-cups were firm with no sag at all but without the support of a bra they bounced and swayed freely with every move she made. Even under the loose fitting t-shirt the movement of her breasts was obvious to her delighted companions. The bouncing was slightly uncomfortable for her but the physical exertion of each play was very brief so the discomfort was tolerable. It wasn't as if she was going for a long distance run where her boobs would be bouncing constantly.
Even though the game wasn't exceptionally rough, Summer experienced a lot of bodily contact. Whether on offence or defense, being the ball carrier or not, Summer was being touched in some manner very frequently Some of the contact was incidental, but a lot of it wasn't. Her tits and ass were frequently getting a nudge, a squeeze or a pat. She was enjoying being touched as much as the guys enjoyed touching her. When this became obvious to the guys they accelerated the contact to where she was being mildly groped on just about every play. Everybody was having a good time and she squealed with laughter when some of the touching became a bit to lewd.
It turned out that it wasn't difficult for her to be competitive with the boys. A couple of the guys had played football in high school, but the other three were fairly inexperienced and just liked playing the game. It was quickly discovered that when running the ball the defense could converge too quickly to end the play. So, most the plays were passes and the guys were as inept at catching the ball as Summer was. Hence the game proceeded scoreless with the jiggle fest becoming the prime objective of the game. Even though running plays always failed, her teammates frequently gave Summer the ball just to watch her body parts move as she ran, and so their opposing friends could have the opportunity to touch her with a "tackle."
Everybody was so engrossed in watching or touching Summer that they didn't even notice the darker storm clouds approaching. Eventually a light mist started to fall. That wasn't enough to interfere with the game as the guys were determined not to let the game end in a scoreless tie. When the ground got wet the grass became very slippery causing people to easy slide and fall. Summer removed her sneakers in the hope she could dig her toes into the soft ground to get better traction in her bare feet. As play continued she didn't detect much improvement from being barefoot. She didn't delay the game further by taking the time to put her shoes back on so she continued to play bare footed.
The weather gradually evolved into a slow but steady rainfall. The change occurred so gradually that nobody seemed to notice. However the guys did notice that the wetter Summer's t-shirt became the more sheer it appeared. Summer was aware of the condition of her attire but didn't address it specifically when she suggested they seek shelter. She was voted down unanimously by the guys who insisted they had to keep playing until somebody scored a touchdown. Of course their real motive was a desire to see Summer's t-shirt become totally sheer. Summer recognized the guys' true intentions and smiled to herself, thinking "This could me more fun than I originally imagined." She knew she had a great body and she loved showing off the fruits of her labors to stay in shape. She considered herself to be a mild exhibitionist. She enjoyed wearing somewhat revealing or provocative clothing when clubbing. A few times she had been intentionally careless about leaving her curtains open when she was nude in her apartment but she never knew if anybody saw her.
The slow steady rain continued and it wasn't long before everybody was drenched. Summer's shirt became totally sheer as it clung to her body. Her shorts became weighted down with water causing them to began to sag low on her hips. The guys marveled at her perfectly formed tits with dark erect nipples. Her nipples had hardened partly due to the chill of the cold rain but mostly from the arousal she was enjoying from showing off to the guys. Yes, she was fully aware of how exposed she was but she pretended not to notice. Her clothes weren't the only thing getting wet as her pussy had become moist from her arousal as well.
Though the hottie was enjoying showing off to her male companions she was concerned about being over exposed in public. The rain caused all the other visitors to the recreation area to evacuate the small park that encompassed a full city block. The park was in a residential area where there wasn't a lot of traffic going by, but Summer was clearly visible to the houses across the street from where they were playing. The rain kept everybody else inside but to anybody looking out of windows Summer might appear to be totally topless. She was torn between fear of getting in trouble, and the thrill of being over exposed in public. Both emotions seemed to fuel her arousal and make her nipples poke out even further.
The game seemed to go on forever with neither team skilled enough to score a touchdown. It crossed Summer's mind that maybe the guys were intentionally not scoring in order to prolong the game. They seemed determined to keep on playing until somebody scored, which also meant they could keep on admiring the girl's fully exposed tits. With Summer's tits on full display it seemed to embolden the guys to grope her even more crudely. She was getting so turned on by her exposure and the groping that the tingling in her crotch was growing too strong to ignore. She was having a blast showing off to the guys but the urges in her pussy were growing strong enough that she needed to go home to curl up with her favorite vibrator. Finally she pleaded with the boys to end the game but they insisted on continuing until somebody scored. She could have just quit and walked home but she knew she'd feel conspicuous walking down the street alone in her sheer wet t-shirt. She'd feel more comfortable if the guys surrounded her to shield her partial nudity from the public. She resigned herself to continue to play as long as the guys insisted, The continued exposure caused her arousal to grow even stronger. Part of her wanted to keep her tits on display forever while another part of her desperately wanted to go home so she could bring herself to orgasm.
