Chet

Sex with Dahlia was everything I could have imagined. When we finished together, I felt that I had fallen even deeper for her, if that were at all possible. She fed a hunger in me that no one had ever done before. It was sexy and real, viscerally real. I had to have more of her; I had to have all of her. The rest of the week, we spent almost every night together, having as much sex as possible. Her body only got better and better. I lived for the feel of her soft lips on my cock, the taste of her pussy in my mouth. She felt so damn good. With this new step in our relationship, all that stuff about Russ and the players had all but been forgotten. I mean, she hadn’t brought it up since then, and I wasn’t going to be the one to do it.

The next Sunday, I invited her up to watch the game from the box. It was the second playoff game of the season, and things were really starting to go well. The stands were almost coming to life with electricity, and excitement reverberating through the stadium. It was a cool, but bright day, the sun beaming down onto the field, the white helmets gleaming in the light. The box was filled with other board members, chatting excitedly as they caught up with each other, offering roars of approval when our team gained some significant yardage or had a touchdown. I had my old fashioned and Dahlia had her white wine.

She looked stunning in the light, green sweater that brings out her eyes, her jeans perfectly accentuating her curves, her pendant necklace landing just between the round hills of cleavage on her chest. She glanced up at me, a smile stretching across her face as she caught my gaze. She raised her white wine to me before taking a sip. “This is so great.”

I nodded. “I know, we’re actually winning for a change.”

She chuckled. “I honestly don’t even know how we made it this far.”

I stretched my hands out. “We’re the cowboys! That’s how!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my pride.

Baz, one of the men on the board, raised his glass, “You’re damn right!”

We all laughed at that.

In the next moment, the timeout ended and the players took their first positions, standing head-on against the Houston Texans. It was the end of the third quarter. Even though we were winning, it was still anyone’s game. When the play started, they hurled themselves at each other and a kind of organized chaos ensued. My heart fluttered in my chest. There really was nothing quite like an exciting game of Sunday football. The quarterback launched the ball all the way across the field. We were all silent as we watched, our heads tracing it across the field, the hairs on the backs of our necks raised in suspense.

Finally, it landed clean into Collin’s hands. He did an about face and sprinted towards the end zone. One Texan hurled himself at him, but Collin leaped over the man’s arm, dodging him completely. Our players covered him as he weaved this way and that, fast approaching the end zone like some kind of bullet. Then, as if completely effortlessly, he crossed that bit of turf decorated with the Texan’s colors and slammed the ball onto the ground.

I could practically feel the stands tremble as the crowd roared. I couldn’t hear my own thoughts on account of the cheering going on in the box. Dahlia bounded up and down in excitement, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down in her sweater. I raised an eyebrow, but then shook those thoughts out my head. We were in public. I would take her as soon as that game was over.

She turned and hugged me. Kissed her in celebration. “You seem excited!”

She raised her eyebrows. “Our boys are winning!”

I nodded, a smile on my face. She was fitting in more and more with each passing day. I loved it. “Do you want me to refill your drink?”

She glanced down at her wine glass and then back up at me, pursing her lips in thought. “Actually, no I don’t think so. I’m technically working, remember?”

I chuckled and pulled her close, planting a kiss on her neck. Her skin was so damn soft. I could feel my cock hardening as I trailed my hand down her waist.

She sighed. “After.” she murmured.

“After.” I agreed, fully planning on whisking her back home as quickly as possible.

As the players took their spots to start again, we all gazed down at the field, a slight hush occupying the box. There was a brief moment of inaction, of silence, before the players launched into action. I watched closely, the ball hurling towards the quarterback. He caught it effortlessly, then went on his way down the field, sprinting like a professional, the ball lodged in his arm so naturally he could have been born with it.

He dodged the first obstruction easily, then the second and the third. We had gained thirty yards when a Texan came racing towards him. He shifted his weight slightly to dodge it, but went head first into another blockage. He was going at top speed when the Texan slammed right into his torso, just as he attempted to jump over him. The change in his trajectory caused him to leap over the man’s head, doing a full somersault in the air.

“Oh!” The exclamation came out of my mouth of my own accord as I watched him land clean on his head before coming down onto the turf. He laid on his back, completely motionless. The game stopped right at that moment, every player on the field standing like mannequins, frozen in complete awe and disbelief at what had just happened.

The sound of glass crashing onto the ground broke the silence in the box. I turned just in time to watch Dahlia run from the room, slamming the door behind her.