It took me two weeks to recover from that special night with Anne. She really gave my balls a good work over. In fact they remained swollen for several days after. Apparently some of the guys on the team knew about Anne's little nut fetish and ribbed me pretty good about it. My suffering was quite noticeable as I missed the next two practices, telling the coach I had a stomach virus. When I was finally able to attend the following practices I walked rather gingerly. Those teammates in the know snickered and cracked jokes at my expense. Anne attended most of my practices and afterwards was sure to point out to me that none of them would have been able to go the distance with her as I had. At first I thought her saying this was rather odd but after giving it some thought I realized I had every right to be proud. Not only did I have the most incredible sex ever with her, but she was also one of the schools most beautiful girls and my girlfriend. Anne was a great girl who was uninhibited to the max. I wore my damaged goods like a badge of honor. We both knew what turned the other on sexually. Our sex drive always seemed to get the best of us.
Southwest Texas is hot most of the year and Anne would always wear shorts or a short dress extending to mid thigh level. She knew I was a leg man from the first night we met. I always wore shorts and no underwear for her because I knew it afforded her easy access to my nuts. It was routine as popcorn and soda when we would go to the movies. We would sit in the back corner and soon as the lights went down Anne would waste no time as she kicked off her shoes, unzipped my shorts, and pulled out my cock. She then would throw her beautiful tanned legs between mine pressing and rubbing my stiff member against her calves. She would snuggle against me resting her head on my shoulder and slide her hand inside the leg of my shorts and begin to fondle my nuts. I never knew a girl who could achieve orgasm by playing with a guy's nuts and cock. Within minutes the both of us would be breathing hard and eventually orgasm. We then relaxed and enjoyed the movie. The smell of our sex filling the air as Anne rubbed my seed into her lower legs like a lotion. We could not get enough of each other. Dark restaurants, bars, parties, it did not matter. If an opportunity presented itself we took it. During those years of my life opportunity was a brass ring as big as Texas itself.
Just over a year had passed and Anne and I were still going strong when she asked me for a big, big favor. Her words not mine. Anne was well into her senior year and I was into my sophomore year. Our relationship was solid and we were officially an item.
We were out at one of our favorite restaurants, dark and sparsely populated when she popped her question. Our meals were ordered and I was almost done with my beer. Anne barely touched her wine and I knew something was amiss when she hadn't even kicked off her shoes or made any move under the table to play with her two little buddies between my legs. Usually by this time I would feel her soft toes worming their way up my shorts and wiggling in my nut sac. Anne and I always spoke freely about things that bothered us and I was not about to let that change. I swallowed the last of my beer and after ordering another one I said, "Okay out with it. What's bothering you?"
Anne took a swig of wine and said, "I'm going to ask a big, big favor of you and I don't want you to answer right away."
The sheepish yet concerned look on her face almost made me smile. I had rarely seen her act in such a way and did not want her to think I was making fun of her so I did my best to hold back my smile and said, "Of course babe, don't be so concerned about asking me anything. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
She seemed to lighten up a bit and after another swallow of wine continued, "Well you might be surprised about what I am going to ask and I don't blame you if you get angry but please let me explain and do not interrupt me until I am through. Promise me you won't immediately fly off the handle before giving it some thought. Promise me that."
I smiled raised up my two fingers saying, "Scouts honor."
She got a bit peeved at that and said, "See, you never take me seriously when I want you to."
I reached out and rubbed her smooth thigh under the table, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I promise, truly I do. So what's the big favor?"
She looked at me for a moment and saw I was serious and let it all out. Boy did she let it out. As she explained the whole story to me I could feel my jaw slowly dropping with each passing minute. She barely paused to take a breath. When she was finally through I realized I had finished my second beer and was working on my third.
She finished with, "β¦so that's the favor. It would really mean a lot to me and my cousin."
I was still frozen in awe at how she relayed the whole story to me in rapid succession as I watched her quickly gulp down the last of her wine and order another. I was silent for quite some time trying to formulate pictures in my head of what she described.
Finally Anne broke the silence asking, "Well, what do you think?"
"What do I think?"
"Yah, What do you think?"
I began to run my fingers through my hair and finally stood up from the table saying, "I got to take a leak and I will give you my answer when I return."
Obviously frustrated, Anne tightly clasped her hands together in front of her releasing a short muffled scream.
I turned to her saying, "What? I have to use the restroom. The beer went right through me. Besides, I do my best thinking in the bathroom."
Anne was not happy as she gave me a mocked smile saying, "You're doing this just to piss me off."
I did not want to tell her that I already agreed to what she wanted halfway through her story and if she would have taken the time to look at my lap she would have noticed I was sporting a pretty good size woody.
While in the restroom I decided to play it straight and upon my return to the table I asked her if Jan (her cousin) was okay with this.