The afternoon began innocently enough, with a gathering of friends, eating good food and looking forward to the game. And things ended with a great come-from-behind win by the underdog Giants, more food and drink, and friends parting ways again, wishing each other well until they met again. The middle was where things got interesting.
I should probably introduce myself before diving into this confession. My name's Jane, and I'm 26 and single. I've had a few short flings with 'Mr. Right Now' over the past few years, but still haven't found 'Mr. Right'. In place of that fulfillment, I tend to throw myself into my work. I also tend to have more guy friends than girl friends - you'll often see me at the bar with the guys after work, as I'd rather shoot the breeze with them than go shopping with the girls. And I generally enjoy my role as the girl who's considered 'one of the guys'.
And I'm a huge sports fan - which is how I came to be invited to my friend Steve's Super Bowl party, as the only unattached person there. Steve invited his friends Jim and Rob, and all three guys brought their girlfriends - Sarah, Michelle, and Kate, respectively. They were all nice, I'd met them before, but they definitely weren't football fans, and promptly congregated in the kitchen, where I was sure they'd stay and chat through most of the game.
So this is how the afternoon began, with me and the guys in the living room, getting a quick start on the beers in front of Steve's big-screen TV, and the girlfriends blabbering in the kitchen and occasionally bringing out a new platter of food. The first half was fairly uneventful, unless you were Tom Brady, in which case you found yourself quite busy being dropped by the Giants' defense.
At halftime, the girls piled into the room, each claiming a seat next to their respective boyfriend, and we chatted about the ads during the game and how much we each liked or hated Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Today, after a few days to ponder my actions, I realize it was probably right about then that the sheer quantity of beer I had consumed overcame my better judgment.
As the guys made a playful attempt to raise the ire of their girlfriends by praising the hotness of the cheerleaders, I was overcome by the desire to prove to these guys that I could be just as sexy. While the other women in the room responded to the guys as you might expect, with playful mock punches in the shoulder or brief feminist lectures about the negative message cheerleading sends to young girls, I leapt off the couch, stood in front of the TV, and began a half-silly, half-sexy dance to the music of the halftime show.
Steve chuckled, and Kate even cheered me on, realizing I'd gotten the last laugh on the guys. Slowly, in time with the music, I unbuttoned a few buttons of my blouse, giving the guys the occasional glimpse of my 36C tits in a sexy black lacy bra. I had always been proud of my tits, and judging by the erections that began to grow for both Jim and Rob, I was right to be...
Wait - the guys were actually turned on watching me dance for them? As Sally and Michelle went back to the kitchen, obviously not able to stand the heat in the living room, I found myself reveling in the fact that I had made these guys hot with my little strip-tease. They actually found me sexy? Not just one of the guys to pal around with? I decided to see how far I could take this.
I sat back down on the couch next to Steve. He and I chatted for a few minutes as we watched the show, and then he headed into the kitchen to start the burgers - the girls had done all the rest of the cooking, but when it came to good old-fashioned meat like burgers or steaks, Steve always insisted on being in charge.
With him gone, I decided it was time to see whether Jim or Rob would actually follow through on what their cocks had started. I got up and made a rather obvious point of the fact that I was headed for the game room. Steve had a great pool table, as well as a couple of vintage arcade games. Once in the room, I took one more risk - if anyone did follow me here, it could only be for one reason, so I proceeded to take off my jeans and leave them on the edge of the pool table.
I picked up a pool cue and racked up the balls, and then proceeded to break, leaning over the table wearing just my unbuttoned blouse and matching black lace bra and panties. After a few more shots (jeez, I'm a lousy pool player, especially after several beers!) I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway. Who would it be? At this point, I was so turned on I would have fucked anyone who walked through that door - even one of the girls - but I have to admit I was particularly pleased to see Jim.
He had a sexy, athletic build, about 6'2" with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He was obviously pleased with what he saw as he entered the room, as he quickly approached me and pulled me into an embrace. "I was admiring these," he said as he took my tits in his hands, "wondering how good they'd feel."
"And?" I asked, rubbing his cock through his jeans.
