It was a cold November in 2006. But the heat on the football scene here was hot. How hot? The local football team was undefeated heading into the last game of the season against their hated rival, who was also undefeated. Both teams were 11-0. Ranked numbers one and two in the nation. It was all anyone was talking about.
I live and work in the town of the number two ranked team, but I wear the colors of the top-ranked team from the other state.
I work for a small safety company of about seventy-five people, most of whom are hometown fans except for me and maybe a couple of other people. I love football. And this game is one of the reasons I love it.
Stephanie is a co-worker of mine and she’s a die-hard fan of the team here. She has an amazing body, with green eyes, dirty blonde hair just past her shoulders and a smile that beams. We would chit chat about life in general, but not any real conversations. At least until I showed up that Monday wearing my team’s colors. She basically spent the week with light-hearted jabs and jokes.
During lunch that Friday, Stephanie stopped by my office and asked where I was going to watch the game. I told her that I had a couple of places planned to check out, but nothing in stone yet. She asked me to watch the game, that way she could see me cry after my team lost.
I took her up on her offer. The next day, I was at her door wearing my lucky team shirt and holding a case of my lucky game day brew.
She opened the door wearing her team’s colors, of course, and had done her place up in all of her team’s colors. She made us a couple of plates of some really good pulled pork. We ate that and had a beer. Steph was really easy to talk to, she didn’t seem like the same “standoffish” woman that most people in the office see her as.
Her team got the ball first and marched down the field and scored. 7-0. Stephanie jumped up and screamed! Gave me a little taunt and sat back down.
She asked me if I wanted to bet on the game. “How about we bet dares?” I’ll admit, I was a little confused. “If your team scores, I have to do what you dare me to. If my team scores, you have to complete one for me.”
Seemed fair. I figured that at the least I’d maybe get a chance to see her tits. My team took over on offense and scored. No jumping up and down for me, just a fist pump in the air.
Stephanie looked a little nervous waiting for my dare. I kept it simple and safe. I dared her to do ten jumping jacks in front of me. She stood up, walked out in front of the TV, and gave me two good jumping jacks before she realized what I was up to. Her tits bounced so nicely under her loose-fitting sweatshirt and she was turning red as she grabbed her tits realizing her error.
I just let out a huge laugh then, easing the tension a little. She lightened up and smiled, and to my surprise, she finished the dare. This time a little slower, making sure that I didn’t break eye contact but I was still watching the real show.
After her team turned the ball over on downs. My team ran a fifty-two-yard scoring play and it was 14-7, with my team now in the lead. She looked over at me, silently mouthing a FUCK. She took a swig from her bottle of beer on the table and looked at me, waiting for my next dare.
Now, Stephanie does cross-fit. She has a tight athletic body, so I kept with the workout theme. I dared her to do twenty push-ups with her hands on the coffee table while facing me.
She strode slowly to the front of the coffee table. Put her hands on it and looked right at me. She then started pumping out push-ups at a fairly rapid pace. Her tits swaying so nicely under that loose-fitting top. I just wish the light was behind me and not to the side since I had such a nice view from where I was.
Her team turned the ball over again and my team scored again 21-7. She was now starting to look like she was going to get pissed. Her face was a little redder now. She just looked over at me and flipped me the middle finger.
“What now? Jog in place?”
I was thinking more along the lines of suicide squats. She just laughed again and got up.”This might be the best workout I’ve got all week.” She then asked how many.
I was starting to get pretty aroused, and my thoughts were not on the game as much as they should have been. I made it easy on her this time and dared her to do five. But then I upped the ante on her.
“Topless!”
She sighed, turned around facing me, and put her arms up then reached down and pulled her top off over her head. “Is this what you wanted to see?” Taking hold of her tits and shaking them at me. Then she completed her dare. Five topless suicide squats.
She walked back and plopped down next to me on the couch. She just sat there, arms crossed looking at me. “Are you going to give me my top back?” Pointing at the top she had been wearing that was now in my hands.
I handed it back to her. She just threw it down on her lap.
“I guess I shouldn’t bother putting it back on.”
Just then her team scored. Without realizing her top was still off, Stephanie jumped up and threw her hands in the air celebrating. “I dare you to do ten nude jumping jacks!”
I got up and walked in front of the TV, took my shirt off, undid my pants, and let them fall to the floor. I turned away from her and slowly pulled my underwear down. Then I turned to face her. Her eyes widened as she looked at my cock. I completed her dare, all the while my semi-stiff cock bounced all over the place.
It didn’t feel that great as I walked in front of her to sit down. I grabbed my beer bottle and rested it on my nuts to cool off some. Stephanie looked like she was going to burst out laughing.
Now, I’m not as athletic as she is, but I’m far from out of shape. I take good care of myself as well. I’m just not as hardcore as she is. So I’m not afraid to do some nude jumping jacks in front of a hottie like Stephanie.
Halftime and my team was up 28-14. And I was sitting next to Stephanie naked on her couch. She’s not shying away either. She put her arm up on the back of the couch and asked if we should raise the stakes.
“How about we go a little further? Let’s do some adult dares now.” She turned and looked at the TV reaching for her beer. She didn’t pick it up, just stroked the bottle with her fingers up and down.
Third-quarter her team scores, 28-21 and she just leaned back and let out a, “Yeah!” with her arms up. I had to wonder what she was going to have me do right then.
She pulled off her sweat pants, spread her legs, and slid her ass to the edge of the couch cushion. “I dare you to eat my pussy until your team scores.”
Fuck! I thought. ‘Wait. What did she just say?’ I dropped to the floor and crawled over to her and planted my face in her muff. I licked and kissed her sweet mound and fingered her. Her team got the ball back kicked a field goal. 24-28.
Now I’m getting nervous. I have my face in a spot where I can’t see the biggest game of the year. But at the same time, I have my face in Stephanie’s pussy. I pulled my head back but she wasn’t having any of that.
“Your team hasn’t scored yet.” She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back to her wet pussy. Now I was getting mad. I took her pussy in my mouth and started to take my frustrations out on her pussy with my mouth.
I could barely hear what was going on just then. Her gasping and moaning drowned out the sound of the game. Her thighs had me locked down unable to move. When she finally released her grip on me, my team was up 35-24.
“When did we score?” I asked her as I sat back down on the couch. Stephanie just laughed.
“I was going to tell you. But I was cumming. Must have slipped my mind”.
I dared her to get on the coffee table on all fours. Looking at me and not the TV. She wasn’t all too thrilled about not being able to watch the game. She got on the table looking at me as I stood and guided my cock into her mouth. Stephanie opened her mouth without any resistance and started sucking. Didn’t last long, since her team just scored. 35-31.
“Ha!” She screamed and jumped off the table. “My turn!”
She told me to sit on the couch. I sat down a little confused as that seemed like a weak dare. She sat next to me and stroked my cock. Her head fell down and she picked up where she left off sucking my cock.
Now it was halfway through the last quarter and I’m about to cum. Stephanie was still sucking my cock. Maybe she was trying to change the karma. Or maybe she hasn’t had a dick in a long time. I didn’t care. My team was up and she was sucking my cock.
Then, my team scored again. 42-31 and Stephanie just gagged on my cock and came up. “What’s your dare now?”
I just grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her back to where her mouth had just been. I then dared her to deepthroat me and swallow my cum.
Stephanie didn’t stop blowing me and went all the way down my length. She held her head there, then started fucking me with her mouth. She kept going until I told her I was going to cum. She didn’t stop, just kept my cock in her mouth until I finished.
Her team scored and the score was now 39-42. Her team still had a chance to tie the game. She didn’t give me a dare. She just sat intently watching the remaining time tick away. Stephanie was starting to realize her team wasn’t going to win. Then asked what my final dare would be.
I was starting to see her in a state of sorrow and happiness. Her team lost. But she also won in a way. I won as well, in more ways than one.
We held hands and walked to her bedroom and climbed on her bed. Stephanie laid on her back and told me it was time to fuck. I was already as naked as she was. I climbed between her legs and rubbed my cock on her pussy, she moaned and slid into her.
We wrapped ourselves together and fucked. She stopped me and told me she had one more dare for me. “Fuck my ass.” She got on all fours and grabbed a pillow pulling it up into her.
I wasted no time finding her tight little back hole. Lubing the head of my dick a little, I pressed into her anus as she screamed into her pillow. I drove into her like she’d be the last female I’d ever fuck again. I kept going until I felt myself unload streams of cum into her ass.
Stephanie wasn’t done yet. Maybe the frustrations of her team losing, or maybe she was going through a dry spell like I had been. She used her body in ways I’d only read about on the internet. We used our tongues to explore every part of each other’s bodies until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt her warm soft mouth engulfing my dick. She looked up at me and said that she had sworn that my last dare to her was to wake me up with a blowjob. I don’t remember it. But I didn’t care.
Can’t wait for next year’s big game.
