While in college, I’d gotten sucked into the cult of football fandom. Going to games was a lot of fun. It was a good excuse to blow off steam, meet new people and sometimes get laid. As a horny stud away from home for the first time, I enjoyed my school years, and football played a big part in that.

In my post-school life, I still attended games. Maybe it was a little silly, but the sight of “my” team battling it out on the gridiron never failed to get my blood pumping. I cheered like those games were life or death scenarios.

Last season started off well. Our boys trounced the opponent 34-9, and I just about yelled myself hoarse in the stands.

But at that very first game, I noticed her. She popped out of the crowd for me, my gaze zeroing in on her as if by instinct. She was dressed in... Read More