The previous day, they had played their arch rivals at home. Their squad wasn't expected to do very well that year, so the visitors had been concerned with how they were going to do the following weekend against a major college team. The game they had that afternoon was one of the two "easy wins" they had on their schedule.
Unfortunately for the visitors, the home team had known it was going to take a miracle for them to achieve a winning season. Their schedule was even tougher than the visitors' were embarking upon. Even more unfortunate was the fact that the home team really wanted to beat the others. And they had worked hard to be able to do so.
Thus, at half time, the score was 21 to 3 in favor of the locals and the fans were delirious, Wendy among them, for Jimmy Harrelford, her boyfriend, had made a couple of key catches. As she chatted with the people around her during the ceremonies, Wendy was convinced she was the luckiest girl on campus; she had been going out with Jimmy since before school actually started. Wendy had a job working for the school and had had to arrive to be trained before the other students started arriving. Jimmy, of course, had already been there a couple of weeks for the football practice. He had noticed Wendy almost as soon as she'd arrived on campus and had managed to monopolize her time ever since. This was much to the regret of many other young men who were just as impressed with Wendy's frontal development as Jimmy had been.
And Jimmy was a man that thought its were the most important thing a girl could have. Jimmy's room was decorated with a poster of Dolly Parton and he didn't even like country music.
The teams came back out on field and the home team kicked off. They scored two touchdowns, but the visitors scored five. In the closing minutes of the game, the local were down by three points. Then a punt gave the ball to the home team on their own fifteen yard line only 34 seconds to play.
It was obvious that the home team was going to pass. They even sent Jimmy in to give them an extra receiver. As the quarterback dropped into his pocket, the three ends shot down the field. The quarterback sent a tremendous pass over the middle that soared a good five feet over the head of their star receiver and the crowd sighed. But then Jimmy came charging across the field and grabbed the ball at about knee level. He took two more steps toward the sideline, then cut downfield and took off as fast as he was able. The opposing safeties were almost close enough to tackle him as he crossed the goal line to a standing ovation.
That night, Wendy had let him fuck her for the first time. She'd suspected that she would surrender her cherry to him sooner or later. Already, he'd gotten farther with her than anyone else had. They not only gave each other hand-jobs all the time but he had sat astride her flat belly and slid his cock between her tits, then squeezed them together as he'd rocked back and forth. Wendy had really liked it when he'd fucked he between the tits, liked it so much she hadn't minded that he'd shot his cum all over her lust-contorted face. She had just opened her mouth and tried to catch his spurting jism in her mouth. Jimmy had wrapped his hand around his cock, choking off his last burst of cum. With a lunge he had surged upward on the bed, frantically thrusting his red, slippery cock into Wendy's open mouth. Before the startled girl had had a chance to react, Jimmy had unloaded his final spurt of cum. As the hot, slippery strands had jetted into her mouth, Wendy had caught it on her tongue and savored the taste of Jimmy's jism.
It hadn't tasted bad to her at all. Her lips had closed around the mushroomy cockhead and her tongue had slithered over it as she'd hollowed her cheeks and sucked on the spongy glans in reaction to her boyfriend's impassioned plea. Wendy hadn't been able to draw any more cum from the still stiff cock, but she had enjoyed having it in her mouth. A couple of days later, when he had asked her to suck his cock, Wendy had done so willingly, even eagerly. And she'd swallowed all of his cum that time.
Of course, the fact that Jimmy had been licking like mad at her pussy at the time might have had something to do with the wantonness with which she gave him head.
On the night after his shoestring catch had saved the day against their teams arch rivals, Jimmy and Wendy left the big dance early. As soon as they were out of sight the guys on the front porch of the fraternity house they slipped into the shadows caused by several ancient evergreen trees and made their way to the side entrance to the old house. Carefully they went up the stairs and through the twisting hall until they reached Jimmy's room.
The first thin Jimmy did when they were inside with a dim light on was draw Wendy to him and kiss her hungrily. The second thing he did, almost immediately after that, was unhook her dress lower the front of it, baring her tits in the process, since the dress had a built in bra.
With his tongue half-way down her throat and his hands busy on the voluptuous mounds of her tits, Jimmy urged Wendy to shuffle backward toward the bed. When the girl's legs touched it, however, she twisted away from him. "What the hell?" he muttered, reaching for her again.
"Just a minute, will you?" Wendy snapped, slapping playfully at his hands. "This dress took me hours to make, I'm not going to get it wrinkled all out of shape wrestling with you." She reached behind her back and lowered the zipper the rest of the way, then eased the dress over her tyre-shaped hips and let it fall to the floor. Stooping she gathered it up and draped it over the back of a chair. As he watched her moving about in nothing but a pair of sexy, black bikini underpants, Jimmy commenced tearing at his own clothing. Thus, when Wendy moved toward him, all he had on was a pair of jockey shorts that did nothing to hide the fact that he had a hard-on. Indeed, his cock stuck out against the cloth of the shorts as if he had a flagpole inside them.
They gripped each other almost savagely, their mouths fusing as they hugged each other so tightly that Wendy's tits flattened and bulged towards each other at the cleavage while billowing outward below each of his arms. Jimmy clutched at her ass and the feelings produced by his massive hands kneading and fondling the resilient mounds of her ass made Wendy shiver and caused her hard-tipped tits to skitter against the skin of his chest.
Without her being aware of how she got there, Wendy found she was flat on her back in the middle of his bed with her panties well below her knees. Jimmy was resting half over, her, his lower hand twisted so it could be held to one of her heaving tits, his mouth working avidly on the other abundant mound. His other hand was between her thighs, the fingers moving expertly on the swelling, hot flesh of her dampening cunt.
He caught her panties with his foot and straightened his leg, pushing the tiny garment off of her feet. It wasn't the first time she she'd been totally naked with him, but this time seemed different. This time he was completely naked, too. Before he had usually just opened his trousers and taken out his cock. Even when he'd fucked her between the tits or they'd eaten each other, he had had his jeans and shorts around his ankles. Now he was as naked as she was. "Jimmy?" she asked, her voice husky with passion.
"I want to fuck you," he replied, lifting his lips from her aching nipple. "Please, Wendy, let me fuck you."
Even as he was asking, he was shifting upon the bed, moving to cover her writhing body with his own. Wendy could've locked her ankles together to prevent him from coming between her legs but she didn't. Instead, she spread her luscious thighs even farther apart, as if welcoming him between the slender columns.
But, when he reached down to steer his cock to the opening of her pussy, he found her hand in the way. "I… I'm not sure," she whimpered.