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 the rival team’s colors, cheering ardently for the other side.

Ignoring the fact that she was rooting for the wrong team, I studied her. She jumped around with the tireless energy of a cheerleader, though she was plainly post-college age. She wore a skirt and tight sweater. Her legs looked toned and lovely. The snug sweater clung to her full breasts.

Even at a distance, even with all the bustle of the game going on, she entranced me. I squinted hard, wanting to see her in better detail. I wished I’d brought binoculars. She remained tantalizingly out of reach in the visiting bleachers. My eyes returned to her, again and again. Those sweet beautiful thighs, the nimble movements she made, the bouncing of her no doubt succulent tits.

When the game finished with our lopsided victory, I went rushing through the crowd, trying to get across to her side. But I wasn’t fast enough. She vanished. Dejected, I moped to the parking lot.

But she was there the next week. I spotted her immediately, again in the visiting bleachers. I whipped out the binoculars I’d been sure to bring and focused on her, my pulse thumping. I hadn’t truly expected to see her again.

This time I got a good, close look. My original impression of her only intensified. She had a gorgeous physique. Already she was cheering, twirling around and pumping her fists in the air.

Her skirt came up as she whirled. I caught sight of her pink panties and nearly swooned. What a scrumptious ass on her!

It took me a little while to realize she was again dressed in the rival team’s colors — but we were battling a different team from the previous week.

What the hell?I wondered.

I have to confess I barely watched my own beloved team on the field that day. I cheered when I heard people around me do so, but I can’t recall a single play. Throughout it all, I zeroed on that enchanting woman.

At one point, she stopped dancing around. She put her hands on her hips as a sultry smile worked its way across her full lips. At the same time, she turned and looked directly back at me, as though she’d been aware all along of my spying on her through my binoculars.

Heat spread through me, and a tingle teased my cock. I couldn’t make myself look away, lost in that sensual twisting of her mouth and the enticing impishness in her eyes. I was hooked.

That day, I made sure I caught up with her. I vacated my seat even before the game ended and went around to the other stands. As she came down behind them at the game’s conclusion, I hurried over to her.

She turned before I could speak, flashing that smile again.

“The man with the binoculars,” she said, not sounding at all put out.

I decided then and there to go for broke and told her, “You were more interesting than the game… You were wearing different colors last week.”

I was wearing a jersey from my college.

She said, “I have a grudge against your school. My very ex-boyfriend went there. He was a jerk. So I root against them every time.” She took a step closer. “I’m Lucy.”

“Pete.” The crowd was almost done filing out. We were alone under the bleachers.

“Well, Pete, that bulge in your pants tells me something. I’ll tell you what, you renounce your school right now” — she briefly lifted her sweater to flash her perfect tits at me — “and we’ll go back to my place.”

I gaped. I gawked. I could barely believe what was happening. But college football loyalty is a crazy thing. Mutely, I shook my head.

Lucy giggled, shrugged and was off.

Some part of me knew I’d done the right thing. The other horny part wanted to kick my ass for my stupidity.

It went on all season, Lucy rooting against my school at every game. I went doggedly to each contest, mostly to see her and pine about what could have been.

At the last game of the season, we met again and chatted under the stands.

“So, Pete. You stayed loyal. I admire that.”

“I admire how you can hold a grudge. That ex-boyfriend must’ve been a real asshole.”

Lucy stepped forward, grabbing my face and mashing her mouth against mine. Her tongue darted past my lips, and my cock surged. She pressed her tits against me, and surprise and joy raced through me.

Moments later, we were sprinting for the parking lot. I realized the whole thing had been some kind of test. Maybe her ex had no loyalty — maybe she wanted a guy who had proved his own.

We scampered inside her apartment. Before the door swung shut behind us, we were grinding in the foyer. Her hands moved over me, taking off my jacket. I peeled her sweater off over her head and cupped her incredible tits, which were high and firm. Her nipples were stiff with need.

She tore off my shirt as we headed for her bedroom. I yanked down her skirt so she could step out of it. By the time we reached the foot of the bed, my pants were crumpled on the floor and my hard cock was waggling eagerly.

We dove onto the bed, and our mouths came together hungrily. There, I somehow took a pause. I wanted to savor the moment. It had been a long time coming, a long game we’d played. Lucy seemed to sense the shift. We kissed lingeringly, a soft sensuousness in our contact. When our tongues emerged, it was a languid touch.

Every sensation was heightened. I was keenly aware of the smooth texture of her skin and the silkiness of her hair as I ran my fingers through it. She was warm, and her perfume was cool and subtle. I realized how badly I’d been aching for her, even when I thought it was hopeless.

But the heat and fury built again, slowly at first. She’d waited a long time, too. Our hands roamed with increasing intent: I stroked her back, and she kneaded my shoulders. I groped her beautiful ass, and she reached between us to close her fingers around my cock.

Her grip was lovely, easy and forceful all at once. She started jerking me with a confident rhythm. I groaned into her open mouth and snaked a hand down between her thighs, finding her cleft practically streaming.

I slipped two fingers inside her, and her damp satiny interior cinched around them tightly. I probed her deeper and coaxed her clit, which seemed to set her off immediately.

Soon she was wriggling against me as a cry rose from deep in her throat. The pitch of her voice rose. I fingered her mercilessly as she continued to pump my throbbing shaft.

Her whole body clenched, then went into an orgasmic fit as she squirmed and writhed. Afterward, she lay limp and sweaty with her body nestled against me. But only for a moment. Then she pushed me onto my back and scrambled down between my legs. I watched in anticipation as she settled in place, scooping up my balls and aiming my swollen cockhead toward the ceiling.

Her mouth closed around my shaft, and the breath left my lungs as I felt her tongue swirling over my sensitive crown. Quickly, she dropped the ring of her lips down my straining staff, and my cock vanished into her sucking mouth. She swallowed me right down to where she gently cradled my balls.

She settled into the perfect cocksucking tempo. Her head bobbed steadily, and she applied suction, heightening my pleasure. All of my muscles loosened as bliss tickled my being.

When I felt myself nearing the danger zone, I maneuvered her off me. I wanted to save my load for later. Meanwhile, I coaxed her onto her back and knelt like a supplicant between her legs. Her silken thighs closed around my shoulders. I brought my tongue to her pussy.

Her taste was exquisite. I licked her already wet lips, then delved between them. Her interior felt even smoother against my tongue. Once more I had at her clit. Her hips rolled, and she reached down for a handful of my hair.

She humped hard against my face, crying out wordlessly. I danced my tongue wildly on her swollen love bud. Again came her high-pitched yell. She came, pulling on my hair roughly as she did.

Lucy pulled me up onto her. Her lovely face gleamed, and her soft hair was all askew, which only made her look sexier. I lay atop her, her flesh warm against mine. My cock dribbled pre-come as I slipped my erection into her.

Again, her grip was fantastic. I slid into her snatch as slowly as I could, meaning to relish every instant. But she clapped her hands over my ass and forced my cock in the rest of the way.

I cried out, feeling myself hit bottom. She bucked beneath me, pleasure evident on her face. I stroked in and out of her, feeling instinct and muscle memory take over. I fucked her harder, and she encouraged me. Her hips rose, meeting my downward strokes. I plunged deep, touching her inmost place each time. Her fingers sank like claws into the meat of my shoulders, but I felt no pain. Everything was pleasure. I shook with it, and that trembling became more pronounced. I realized I was hurtling toward my climax.

As the first jets of my spunk tore free, she howled and writhed, reaching her own peak. Touchdown!

It was the perfect ending to our game.