Manmoirs: Post Game Celebration - Sex Stories

Manmoirs: Post Game Celebration

Super Bowl 2005 featured the defending champion New England Patriots taking on the Philadelphia Eagles. I decided to attend a house party hosted by Leah, a classmate of mine. A bunch of us prepared food and brought our special dishes over to her place. Add a little alcohol and some girls, and you have a real Super Bowl party. I was rooting for the Patriots. I hated Donovan McNabb and Terrell Owens. The girls cheered for New England because of Tom Brady. I was on the girls side, and from the scenery around me it was a great side to be on. There was something sexy about a girl wearing a football jersey. Leah and her friends could really pull off that look. Leah had a boyfriend and was fully committed to him. I was sitting beside her best friend Anne. She was 5"5 with DD breasts and a body that kept shrinking as the school year progressed. She had been diligent about her workout regimen at the campus gym. Her body was looking tight, and so right. Now she hated the girl I was "seeing" at the time, Priscilla. They hated one another because Anne slept with a guy early in the first semester that Priscilla was allegedly into, Brent. Seemed like a Priscilla thing to do. Brent pulled a rookie mistake. He bragged about bagging Anne the first week of school and couldn't stop gossiping about his other conquests. He was nothing special, which made me question Priscilla's taste in men. Priscilla also made a mistake about a week before Super Bowl. She told me Anne had a thing for me. ...

... Because of this information, I was intrigued with Anne. Priscilla and I were just hooking up, and I didn't mind that Anne had bagged a couple dudes I knew. I had it in my head that if Anne was down to fuck, I was down to fuck. Throughout the game Anne and I would high-five and hug whenever New England made a huge play or scored. Her body made me bulge inside my jeans. Thankfully my Drew Bledsoe jersey was so big nobody noticed. It was after the game where everything unfolded perfectly. Leah had promised me a spot on her couch to crash. Thing was, I didn't know she also let Anne crash on the couch beside mine. This meant we'd be alone and we'd get to talk. Fuck yes! Everyone left after the game, and Anne and I were left alone. We sat together on the couch that was designated for me. "You got the better couch," she said softly to me. "Yeah because you're still sitting on it!" I tried to be a smooth operator. "Haha. No, it's because mine is a little softer. I like it hard." "I thought we were talking about couches here?" "Hahaha, Dean!" "You'll have to fight me for this couch." That's when she took her pillow and whacked me upside the head. I ducked my head to avoid the second swing and grabbed her love handles, pushing her down on the couch. Then I took her pillow and threw it on the floor. That's when she grabbed my head and started kissing me. Her tongue danced inside my mouth, and mine with hers. I wanted her so bad, right then and there. I told Anne I wanted her. She said she ...