Needless to say, I could hardly walk the next day, between my severe headache, upset stomach, and extremely sore pussy. Believe you me, I didn’t engage in any masturbation on that day – mwahaha! In fact I took it easy all week. Oh yeah, I can hear you – sure you did, Sara, but I did and for a very good reason, I might add. The Big Game!
As I’ve previously mentioned, if you’ve been paying attention, this was our homecoming game. That’s always a big deal anyway. Now our opponent was our biggest rival and that made it even a much bigger deal. In the year in question, it was even bigger than usual, because we were undefeated and they were undefeated and, according to the newspapers, our bitterest rivals were our only roadblock from an undefeated regular season and a chance to win the national championship in postseason play.
So I made certain to do nothing all week to distract Eric’s concentration or his physical condition. In fact, I figured if I kept him horny, he’d be in high state of frustration and take it out on our opponents. Anyway, I believe what that trainer said in the first Rocky movie, “Women weaken the legs.” Mwahaha! It seemed like a very long week with no sweet loving, but the day of the game, Saturday, finally arrived.
Our opponents were favored by six points and, it was only that low because, the game was being played on our stadium. I realized that I was going to need to do something to help the team, but I wasn’t certain, as to what it would be. On Thursday evening, I went over to Kristine’s house and we sat and brainstormed about what I could do to help, if anything. After a couple of hours of semi-arguing, we were able to agree on a plan of action.
The game was scheduled to start at one o’clock on Saturday afternoon and we got there way early, although not to get good seats; but rather to be able to stand on the field at the end of the end zones. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be allowed, but of course Kristine, Nicole, and I had no trouble sweet talking our way down on to the field.
I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet knowing me, so I’ll tell you. I was going to do anything I could to distract the other team, without being caught out by others. I mean what good would it do if anybody in authority observed me and I got thrown out of our stadium?
First I thought I would wear my cheerleader uniform with no underwear beneath, because the skirt was so short to begin with. But then I realized that was no good, because for one thing I wouldn’t able to hang around any other part of the field except where the cheerleaders are and I couldn’t go there, because I’m not a varsity cheerleader.
So I’m assuming you’re thinking now that I wore some kind of cheap abbreviated outfit to disturb the opposing players with. Nothing can be further from the truth. I had this red sundress that some aunt had given me for Christmas. It was very long and, in fact, it almost dragged on the ground. Naturally enough, I hated this dress and never wore it, but it was perfect for this situation.
It was bright red, which would attract the attention of the players easily. It was cut extremely low in the front and, in fact, was held together in the front with a ring. It would be quite easy to pull it down to totally expose my beautiful breasts. As for the rest of the dress, it was a full skirt, although it had a slit in it that ran from the waist to the ground and it would take absolutely no effort to pull the slit around to the front to totally expose my nether regions.
Since it was still so early, we went down by one of the end zones and then under the stands, where we could watch everything occurring, but it would be unlikely anyone would notice us as long as we were fairly quiet. That was difficult for me when I spotted Eric warming up, but I had to display some discipline. After all, it was for the good of the entire team.
Finally the captains from both teams met in midfield with the officials to participate in the coin toss to decide, who would receive the kickoff. Our opponents won the coin toss and elected to receive. I’m so superstitious that I took that to be a bad omen.
Another thing that’s important to note, is that Eric’s football lessons had progressed to his explaining how to read what the other team was probably planning on doing by what formation they were in. Of course, this was just a very basic introduction at the time, but I could tell when to expect a run or a pass and then take it from there. They only had one really good runner, so it became easy to anticipate when he was going to be given the ball, and then flash him just as the play started. He was fumbling’ all over the place, let me tell you.
Of course, I could only do this, when they got close enough to the end zone where they could see me. In fact, it got so bad that whenever the other team got within thirty yards of the endzone, I could see them searching me out. They would be looking all around for me, when they were in the huddle instead of listening for what play had been called for. So I give ‘em a quick flash of my pussy or tits to encourage them to keep coming back for more. I bet their coach was pulling his hair out. They would travel up and down the field at will, until getting in the red zone and then they would self destruct.
Unfortunately our team wasn’t doing much better. We only had two paltry field goals to show for all our efforts, but still led for most of the game. Late in the fourth quarter, it appeared that the effects of my flashing my body parts at them had began to wane, because they had driven very close to our end zone.
Our opponents had no interest in a field goal for obvious reasons, but needed to score a touchdown and extra point. Time was quickly running out and the other team had no timeouts left. They had a first and ten on our twenty yard line, when their quarterback faded back to pass.
Since they had been in a pass formation and, given the current game circumstances, our team had fallen into a eight deep defense looking for a pass all the way. Consequently they were completely fooled when the opposing quarterback slipped the ball to their running back, who ran a draw play.
The hole that had opened for him to run through appeared larger then the red sea parting for Moses and the running back waltzed through it and past the startled lineman and linebackers without any difficulty and, in fact, was headed straight toward our endzone!
