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The Football Match
by Marky92 (marky92@hotmail.com)
***
A bloke brings his pretty neighbour to a football match
and is amply rewarded for his kindness. (MF, public
places)
***
Author Note: I'm English not American, but still, with
the bombardment of American images that we receive in
this country on TV and in films, I get confused from
time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media.
***
Phil was a football nut, at least he had been back
North. While living in Leeds, he had been a season
ticket holder at Ellend Road. He had also only missed
fifteen away games in three years. When his job took him
to London, in the middle of the football season, he had
to sell his season ticket. He hadn't been to a footy
game since. It wasn't as if there weren't teams he could
go and see. Stamford Bridge, and Chelsea's cosmopolitan
team, was very close. Arsenal and Spurs were also in the
top flight. He just couldn't bring himself to go and
watch 'the enemy'.
He considered going to watch one of the lower division
clubs, but he missed Leeds United. He instead contented
himself watching footy on the box. He subscribed to SKY
Sports and its wealth of coverage, but still he missed
his beloved Lilly Whites.
Lisa and Nicole were also footy fans. Lisa claimed to be
a Man Utd supporter, despite not being from Manchester.
Nicole didn't profess to have a favorite team. She just
liked some of the men that played. They had both got
behind England in France 98, and both been upset after
the Penalty that put them out. Neither girl could join
the press in blaming Beckham. Lisa wouldn't have it
'cause he played for United, and Nicole just thought he
was too cute to blame. Phil put the blame squarely on
'Becks' young shoulders.
And so every Sunday afternoon the 3 of them would gather
in Phil's lounge and watch the eight hour footy-fest on
SKY Sports. Of course on Monday nights they watched the
match in the pub, but Phil was just glad to have someone
to watch with who didn't insist on telling the players,
managers and referees how to do their job. He also
enjoyed sharing his love of the game with someone
willing to listen to his theories on 4-4-2 against the
sweeper system.
In the first few weeks after Phil moved into the flat,
his relationship with the two girls from across the hall
had been all about sex. It had now however become one of
very strong friendship. So when Phil told the girls that
Leeds were coming to play Chelsea in a few weeks, he
wasn't surprised when Nicole offered to go to the match
with him. He knew Lisa wouldn't want to go, since 'The
Reds' weren't playing, but he was more than happy to
take Nicole along. Phil rang one of his friends from
Leeds and asked him to arrange for two tickets to the
game in the Leeds supporters end. "Two tickets?" he
friend sounded surprised.
"Yeah, two," said Phil.
"You're not planning to bring some soft southern bastard
to the match are you?"
"I'm bringing a friend, yes."
"I hate southerners," his friend said.
"Trust me, you'll like this one. SHE's lovely."
"Your bringing a wench?" he said.
"Can you get the tickets?" is all I said.
"Sure. I'll get them next to me and the boys."
"See you Saturday."
***
Saturday came quickly, and Phil dressed himself in a
Leeds top and jeans, and called on Nicole. She answered
the door dressed in jeans and a lacy white bra. Phil
admired her 38-D boobs, as he always did when he saw
them. They were full, round and a deep, rich tan colour.
The way the colour of her skin contrasted with her milky
white bra was a sight to make men go weak at the knees.
"Phil," she whined. "What do I wear?"
"You look just fine are you are," Phil ventured.
"Silly." giggled Nicole, then regained her composure and
continued, "Aghh, what do I wear!?"
"I can lend you a Leeds top if you want., said Phil,
"We'll be surrounded by Leeds supporters so they'll
appreciate the gesture and you'll fit in."
"Like the one you've got on."
"Well last season's version anyway. I'll run and get
it." He fetched the jersey and Nicole slid it over her
head. The kit sponsor's logo on the right, and the club
badge on the left, were given prominence by their
position on Nicole's tits. The name of the clubs main
sponsor was stretched across them, just below the level
of her nipples.
While Phil generally liked to wear his football gear a
little baggy, the top only just managed to contain
Nicole. It was designed for men and not women after all.
"Fits just right," said Phil, who loved the way it made
Nicole's boobs look even bigger.
"It's a bit tight," said Nicole.
"Trust me, it looks great," he said.
The two left the building and began the walk to Stamford
Bridge. Phil felt proud to be walking down the street
with Nicole hanging onto his arm. He put a spring in his
step, which put a spring in Nicole's step, which in turn
made her tits bounce slightly inside Phil's footy top.
"We have to meet Tony at 'The Ferret and Spud'" said
Phil. "He's got our tickets. At least he should have, or
I'll kill him." '
The Ferret and Spud' was not the most convenient pub for
Stamford Bridge, being a good quarter of an hour walk
away. It was Phil's local however, and more importantly,
neutral ground. Phil had told the landlord to expect a
Northern invasion, and the landlord offered him a free
drink if his mates came back after the game and drank
enough. Phil was looking forward to his free beer.
They arrived at the pub to find Phil's friends already
there. He ordered a drink for himself and Nicole, and
set about greeting his mates. They all hugged, slapped
each other on the back and generally acted as macho
assholes do in this situation.
"So who's the bird?" Tony asked.
"Tony," Phil said showing off Nicole like a prize, "This
is Nicole, she lives in the flat opposite me. Her flat-
mate is just as stunning, but she's one of them dodgy
Man U supporters who's never been north of Watford let
alone been to Old Trafford."
Tony wasn't listening, he was transfixed by the way
Nicole wore Phil's top.
"Hi," he said to her chest and offering his hand, "I'm
Tony."
"Hi Tony," said Nicole shaking his hand and moving his
head upwards to face her. "Nicole," she introduced
herself. "I think this top is a bit tight. What do you
think so?"
"It's great," said Tony, "Just great. What do you guys
think?" he addressed the other men in the group.
A chorus of approval followed.
"So are you two an item?" asked Tony. "Where did you
find her?"
"No," said Phil, "and I already said that she lives
opposite me. You probably didn't hear me. I know you
can't do anything else when looking at Nicky's tits."
"They're good aren't they," said Nicole jiggling them a
little. "And they get me out of speeding tickets."
There was barely time to finish drinks before they were
leaving for the match.
Nicole was delighted with the attention she was
receiving from all the men around her. There was fifteen
in the group, and they all introduced themselves to her
personally. When they got to their seats in the ground,
several rows back from the pitch, she found there was a
lot of glances back in her direction. To cap it all, as
the Giant Screen showed shots of the crowed before the
teams came out.
Nicole appeared twice, receiving a huge cheer from the
crowd the second time, since she chose to lift up her
top, exposing her gorgeous tanned domes against her
white bra. Nicole was proud of her body, and not afraid
to show it off. The game eventually started, and the
guys settled down to watch it. They still paid a fair
bit of attention to Nicole during the lapses in the on-
pitch action.
It was a cracking match, lots of action and shots at
goal. Nevertheless, as half-time approached, it was
still nil-nil. With around five minutes left in the
half, Nicole turned to Phil.
"Phil. I need the loo. Do you know where they are?"
"Couldn't tell ya girl. Last time I came here they stuck
us in a different stand."
"Oh. I need to go now!"
"Tell you what. I'll come with you and find them. With
any luck, we can get at the front of the queue for a pie
on the way back." Phil stood and began pushing his way
to the aisle. He was followed by Nicole.
As they went past people who were still trying to watch
the game, they would rise out of their seats to make it
easier to get by. Still, there wasn't that much room,
and as a thank you for letting her past, Nicole made
sure that she brushed against the gracious men with
either her arse or her tits. Not surprisingly, by the
time she made it to the aisle, she was getting quite
horny.
The couple made their way into the concourse underneath
the stand they had been sitting in, which housed a
number of amenities, from a snack bar, to a betting
shop.
"There's the Gents," said Phil pointing. "The ladies
must be close."
"It's not," said Nicole. "It's all the way down there."
She pointed to the far end.
"Better walk quick then," said Phil.
"I can't wait 'till I get down there," said Nicole
sounding panicky. "I know. If I slip in here, will you
watch out for me?"
"I can't be hanging around in the bogs. What will people
think."
"Well, pretend you're taking a long piss," said Nicole
desperately. Without further argument Nicole slipped
into the men's toilets and into a cubicle.
Phil went over to a urinal, even though he had no need
to. After a few minutes, during which thankfully no-one
had walked in, Phil was becoming curious as to what
Nicole was up to. He walked over to the cubicle she was
in, and knocked on the door.
"Nicky," he whispered. "How much longer are you gonna
be?"
The door lock clicked and the door opened slightly. A
long slender finger beckoned to Phil.
"Actually, I'm done. But I want you to come here."
Phil slipped into the confined space of the cubicle.
"All day," said Nicole, "your friends have been eyeing
me up."
"I'm sorry about them."
"No, don't be. I like it. There's just one problem. It's
making me horny as hell. I need to be fucked now, and
you're the man to do it."
"Here," said Phil. "But the whistle will have gone by
now, this place'll be packed soon."
"I know," said Nicole, "I've always wanted to fuck in
the gents, with people just outside the cubicle. I'll be
quiet, I promise."
"I don't know if I can stay quiet," said Phil with a
silly smile on his face.
Nicole took that response as a 'Yes', and reached for
Phil's denims. She began to unbutton them as quickly as
she could. When they were opened wide enough, Nicole
pulled down his jeans. His boxers quickly followed.
Phil's cock was still only semi-hard when Nicole took it
in her hand.
"What's wrong, afraid of getting caught?" she said.
"Nothings' wrong," said Phil. "Just a little surprised
that's all." Nicole began to massage Phil's member,
which was rapidly filling with blood. With her free hand
she tried to undo the button and zipper of her own
jeans.
Phil moved his hands up inside her football top, found
her tits and began to flick at her nipples. He had
learned over the past few weeks that this turned Nicole
on no-end. She had been know to come just because Phil
and Lisa played with her nipples.
Nicole got her jeans and panties down, and lifted a leg
to rest it on the toilet seat. This gave Phil access to
her dripping pussy, and he moved into position so that
he could slip his now hard prick into her. There were
now noises coming from the other side of the cubicle, as
the supporters took advantage of the half-time break to
empty their bladders.
Phil rubbed his cock over Nicole's pussy lips, teasing
her. She looked at him accusingly, and he gave in,
inching his solid organ into her, until it was buried
deep inside her cunt. Slowly he began to thrust, pulling
out all the way before thrusting back in with force.
Nicole's breath became heavier, and Phil was worried
that someone might hear. He clamped a hand hard over her
mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. She looked at
him shocked, and he shook his head, holding up a finger
to his lips to indicate that she should be quiet. All
the time he was thrusting into her, but the position
made it difficult.
He decided he had had enough of struggling, so he pulled
out of her. The look in her eyes begged, "PLEASE DON'T
STOP!" but Phil wasn't about to...
He turned Nicole around to face the wall. She
understood, and rested her hands on the wall. She still
had a foot resting on the toilet bowl. Phil placed one
hand on Nicole's hip, and covered her mouth with the
other. He knew she was noisy during orgasm, and didn't
want to risk the rest of the people in the room to
hearing her.
He slid back into her, and found it now much easier to
thrust away. And this he did. Forcefully. He kept up a
rapid pace, and with each thrust Nicole pushed her cute
ass back against him. He knew he wouldn't last long, and
when he did finally empty his load deep in Nicole's
cunt, he tried to make as little noise as possible.
There were still a few people using the toilets.
The two of them hurriedly got dressed again, which was
difficult in the confined space of the cubicle. When
they were ready, Nicole gave Phil a big kiss full on the
lips.
"Thank you," she mouthed.
Phil opened the door of the cubicle and peeped out.
There was just one man at the urinals. Phil slipped out
and went to the sink to wash his hands, followed by
Nicole.
The man looked at them, probably recognizing Nicole from
her performance on the giant screen before the match,
and she smiled back at him. She had a healthy just-
fucked glow, and the man could tell. After washing up,
and checking her hair in the mirror, Nicole boldly
walked out of the room. Phil followed her, looking at
the man by the urinal as he left and smiling. They went
back to their seats, just in time for the second half to
start.
"Where have you been?" Tony asked Phil.
"Bog," said Phil.
"Well you missed a cracking goal. Just before half
time."
"Fuck," said Phil.
Phil turned to Nicole and whispered, "Because of you, I
missed our team score."
"Sorry," said Nicole in a little girl voice.
"Don't worry," said Phil. "It was worth it."
END
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