Needless to say, I could hardly walk the next day, between my severe headache, upset stomach, and extremely sore pussy. Believe you me, I didnât engage in any masturbation on that day â mwahaha! In fact I took it easy all week. Oh yeah, I can hear you â sure you did, Sara, but I did and for a very good reason, I might add. The Big Game!
As Iâve previously mentioned, if youâve been paying attention, this was our homecoming game. Thatâs 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 Ericâs concentration or his physical condition. In fact, I figured if I kept him horny, heâd 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, âWomen weaken the legs.â 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 wasnât certain, as to what it would be. On Thursday evening, I went over to Kristineâs 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 oâclock 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 wouldnât be allowed, but of course Kristine, Nicole, and I had no trouble sweet talking our way down on to the field.
I donât know if youâve figured it out yet knowing me, so Iâll 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 wouldnât able to hang around any other part of the field except where the cheerleaders are and I couldnât go there, because Iâm not a varsity cheerleader.
So Iâm assuming youâre 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. Iâm so superstitious that I took that to be a bad omen.
Another thing thatâs important to note, is that Ericâs 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 fumblingâ 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 âem 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 wasnât 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!
I decided the time had now arrived for drastic action, if we were to win this game. As he was crossing the ten yard line I stepped out into the middle of the end zone from the end of the field and whipped off my sundress and threw it to Kristine. There I stood stark naked in front of thirty thousand fans and a TV audience, but more importantly I had the attention of the ball carrier, who immediately stopped dead still; his eyes as big as saucers and his mouth agape as he drank in my denuded beauty.
Suddenly he was speared in the middle of his back by the helmet of one of our players, who had thrown himself through the air in a last second desperate tackle causing the ball to pop straight up in the air. It came straight down and then began to roll toward our end zone in that haphazard way that a football will because of itsâ end to end shape.
It was all I could do in my excitement to not throw myself on it, but I knew I would get killed when all those oxes fell on me. It continued to roll somewhat forward, egg like, towards our endzone, when suddenly two of our players fell on it sealing the victory.
The referee fired his gun signifying the end of the game and the field became bedlam. The referees sensing a debacle developing quickly ran off the field, as the opposing coaches ran behind them screaming their protest. The field became very crowded, as fans emptied from both sets of stands and ran onto the field. I was attempting to return to Kristine and acquire my dress, as even I didnât relish being stark naked in a crowd of thousands of wild football fans, but both of us being short I couldnât even begin to see her in the huge crowd.
I was being fondled by guys, grown men, and even women, as I ran through the crowd attempting to find Kristine. Men were sticking their fingers up my vagina and asshole while playing with my naked breasts. Some women were kissing me when suddenly a friend of mine named Eudora fortunately appeared before me.
Taking me by the hand, she began to drag me through the crowd toward our teamâs bench. Eudora was real cute, as she had long shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes and stood five foot plus. She had a fine figure and looked to have full breasts for her size. Iâd always kinda of lusted after her, but had never had the opportunity to hit on her. And this again is another story for a later date.
Thank God for her, as Eudora led me right to where Eric was standing celebrating their win. I gave her a quick hug of thanks and kiss on her lips, before falling into my loverâs willing arms. He quickly stripped off his jersey and slipped it over me and, then as the team ran to the locker room, Eric kept me hidden away from the coachesâ eyes by keeping me in the middle of the thundering pack.
Once we reached the locker room, Eric pushed me into a broom closet. Haha! Lucky Iâm pretty short and not claustrophobic. Eric dawdled until everybody else had left. Even the coaches had left; in fact they were among the first to leave, but you could hardly blame them. It was fairly late in the day now and theyâd been working since early in the morning. Finally, after what seemed forever, Eric pulled open the broom closet.
