"Shoot for the stars, but if you happen to miss, shoot for the moon instead" Neil Armstrong.
My apologies to a great man.
Lois and Larry weren't happy about moving to Philadelphia but it was that or Larry would lose his partnership. It was between giving up all their friends, societies Lois was engaged in, and their season tickets to their beloved Cowboys or losing a half million a year income.
"There's NFL Sunday ticket," Larry sighed, "Plus, we can get tickets when they play the Eagles."
Lois groaned, "And sit amongst the rudest fans in the US? Crap! Ok, but I'm wearing my Staubach jersey. Let them suck on that," she said bitterly.
One would think they'd be concerned about giving up their friends or family, but most of their discussion was around moving deep into enemy territory. They both loved the Cowboys but Lois was the bigger fan as she'd been a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and her Daddy played tight end for them in the '90s. She had the silver and blue star on at least 30 garments and proudly wore them whenever she could, especially in the summer, She'd have to pack those away if she wanted to blend into her new surroundings. And she had the blue and silver star tattooed on her mons which she shaved every September, though she couldn't pack that away.
They found a great house outside the city just a 20-minute commute for
Larry and also close to an elementary school that had an opening for a teacher. The neighbors welcomed them with open arms except for a few snide comments about the Dullass Cowpies or the Cowgirls. They laughed those off and soon fit in.
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Saturday in September. Still warm and humid, perfect for an end-of-summer neighborhood get-together. Lois pulled on her red bikini and then a pair of tight shorts. Her bikini bottoms were too low-cut to hide the star so the shorts were mandatory. Larry nodded approvingly. First of all, because his wife originally wanted to put on her tight Cowboys tee-shirt, and secondly because her tits were spectacular and the red bra displayed those all-natural assets perfectly. Since the day they moved into the neighborhood, he'd overheard many in the area comment on the upgrade over the previous occupants and how their property values had gone up due to the new neighbor's great assets. It wasn't until he was putting tools back in the shed that the assets they were referring to were Lois's DDs. They hadn't been in their house a week when he happened to overhear disturbing comments. Tony and Bill were lounging by their pool talking about the addition to their neighborhood.
"She was getting out of the shower last Thursday. It was just a quick view but they're fucking perfect," Tony said softly. "I couldn't see her ass or pussy as the window's set too high, but she's built like that Baywatch girl, Pamela something? I wonder if they're real. Can't be, but who the fuck cares?"
"Anderson? I can see that. She knows she's hot. Was she really a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader?" he asked.
"Yep, she has a wall of pictures in their den. I call it the cleavage wall, an amazing collection of assets," Tony said.
"A Cowboys Cheerleader...I might switch allegiances for a night with her. Christ, never cheated on Amy but I'd slip off my wedding ring and slip into that pussy of hers in a flash," Bill chuckled. "It's every man's dream to fuck a cheerleader but a Cowboys cheerleader? Sadly, she seems happily married."
Tony laughed, "Don't kid yourself. She's been used to getting any guy she wants and going from having the world at your fingertips to one guy has to eat at her. A woman like that is advertising, just like a neon sign, 'Open for business.' I'll be slipping into something comfortable...warm, tight, and comfortable before the year is out, trust me. She might be happily married but every woman has needs that no one man can satisfy."
Larry sighed. Lois was aware she had a great body, tall with blonde hair, long shapely legs, a great ass, a narrow waist, and large breasts. She had few baggy clothes and often wore tight tops without a bra. She took great delight in seeing men's eyes widen and stare at her pokies. He'd noticed looks before from the guys on the street but wasn't aware that they'd ever opened the curtains in the master bath. He needed to remind Lois that their bedroom and bathroom faced the Sargents'. She'd need to be careful. He didn't like listening to the comments but that was a year ago and as far as he knew Lois hadn't cheated on him.
He looked at his beautiful wife remembering Tony's comment that he'd slip into her by the end of the year wishing he could gloat, but the man had no idea he'd overheard that. Anyhow, it wasn't elementary school, and 'Nyah, nyah, nyah,' just wasn't a very mature response, plus, Tony had never made a single move on Lois as far as he could tell. That was a good thing as Tony was not a small man. 210-220, 6' 2" He owned a construction company looking like he still did a ton of manual labor. He might have looked intimidating with huge hands, and arms that were as large as most men's calves, but he turned out to be a great guy.
They headed down to the living room as the first guests would be arriving soon. "I still think I should have something Cowboys on. They're playing tomorrow at AT&T against the Pigeons," Lois sighed.
"Don't let our friends hear you say that," Larry smiled, "It might be true but we have to coexist every fall here."
"I get it, but if a single person comes over wearing anything green or with wings I'm changing," she smiled. "I can out-logo any of our neighbors."
Larry sighed, "You could just by losing the shorts but just like last season, we'll get through it without making enemies." He liked the fall when she shaved everything off and often sat in a thong watching the games.
Soon Lexi and Tom came over and helped bring out the various snacks, drinks, plates, and glasses. Over the next hour, Larry and Lois were answering the door, shaking hands, and hugging their friends. All the chairs around the pool were taken up first while Larry started the huge grill. Lois was making sure everyone had their preferred refreshment.
Larry was chatting with their neighbor behind them when He heard Lois gasp. He looked over and his wife was glaring toward the side of the house, hands on her hips. Tony and his wife Stacy came around the corner and Larry almost dropped the spatula.
"Holy shit!" he sputtered as he looked at the man's shirt. It wasn't just what it said but also the graphic. "F**K Cowpussies!" and a blue star with a huge erect cock penetrating the center. He quickly went over to his wife as she was striding over, "Cool it...just laugh it off," he said quietly.
Lois looked at her husband and hissed, "This means war! I can't believe Tony would come into our yard with that piece of shit shirt on!"
Larry sighed, "It is a big game tomorrow." Both Dallas and Philly were 3-0 going into their first meeting of the year. It was in Dallas and the Cowboys were favored by 3 1/2 points or home-field advantage. "Go put on your shirt. I know you wanted an excuse."
Tony came over as Lois strode into the house, "Lar, I hope I didn't upset your wife," he grinned, "I saw this at the store a month ago. It was tough holding out flaunting this in front of you guys."
"It's fine," Larry sighed, "I think you did her a favor. She was going to wear a Cowboys tee shirt but decided to stay neutral today in the interest of good relations."
Tony looked at the man and smiled without mirth, "I got the message, you're saying I'm hurting our relationship."
Larry thought a minute, then pointed over to the table filled with bottles, "Come. You need a drink. What'll you have?" he asked.
Larry was just handing the glass of whisky to the large man when he heard the kitchen door open. "Crap!" he muttered.
Tony turned and laughed. "Christ! When your cute little wife wants to make a statement...she makes a statement!" He put down his glass and walked over to the tall, statuesque blonde. "Babe! Had I known you'd react like this I'd have worn this every day," he guffawed.
Lois stood, hands on hips, and glared at her neighbor. She changed into Dallas Cowboys gear, but it wasn't a tee shirt. It was the tiniest bikini Tony had ever seen made up of three tiny triangles, each with a blue star. Her breasts were fully exposed with just the blue logo covering each nipple and another patch with COWBOYS embroidered across her mons. Her star tattoo sat directly above the small triangle. She strode over then stood within a half foot of the man, "You can only wish you could fuck a Cowboy!" she said into his ear before turning and heading over to the pool. She could feel the man's eyes on her exposed ass so she exaggerated her stride to accentuate her bouncing glutes.
Tony admired that ass and the quote came into his head, "Shoot for the stars, but if you happen to miss, shoot for the moon instead. I'd be thrilled to hit that moon with all I got," he mumbled.
Stacy elbowed her husband. "I heard that. You'd better keep it in your pants. I like our new neighbors so you can't drive this couple out." Then she said quietly, "But when you do hit that moon, let me know. I'll hold the camera."
Tony nodded, "Just a matter of time...a simple matter of time."
Larry came over to his wife as she grabbed a towel. "Lois, you are almost naked. I thought you said you'd never wear this in public," he said quietly.
Lois smiled at her husband and then at the large man who was staring unblinkingly at her. "Who bought this for me?" she asked, "and you told me that there'd be an appropriate time to wear it. This is that time," she patted her husband's cheek. She glanced back at Tony and then slowly bent over to pick up a napkin. She stood smiling and then patted Larry's cheek, "A lot of guys here will be getting off with an image of the Cowboys logo in their heads."
Larry shook his head. When Lois gets a bee in her bonnet...He looked around and saw no disapproving looks from the men though half the women were glaring, "I think there might be a few converts here," he chuckled.
Lois kissed her husband, handed him the napkin, and then dove into the pool. That seemed to inspire others to join her and within a minute a dozen men and Lois were frolicking in the cool water. Larry shrugged and then went back to the grill. He saw Tony go over, pull off his shirt, and join the others.
Lois was used to attention, used to men finding reasons to touch her, but never this many men before. She found herself being picked up and tossed, but it was when Tony came over and hands the size of baseball mitts cupped her ass and toss her effortlessly 15 feet up the pool that she felt vulnerable. The other men cheered and yelled to the huge man to see how far he could throw her. Lois tried to swim to the side, but two pairs of hands grabbed her and pulled her to the shallow end.
Tony came over, a huge grin on his face. "I knew my tee shirt would make you wet," he grinned. He picked the girl up by the hips, spun in the water, and hurled her almost the entire 40 feet.
Lois screamed as she flew through the air yet as much as she felt a dislike of the macho Pigeons fan she also felt a rush go through her, almost an orgasmic rush. She splashed hard and went under just as she scraped against the far wall. When she came up sputtering, she saw Tony swimming over,
"Sorry. That was too close to the edge," he said looking at her with concern. "Sometimes I can be such a klutz."
