She ordered a light beer, one of the specials. Chuck took it as a good sign that she wasn’t just gonna try to milk him for expensive drinks all night.
They tapped their bottles. “Amazing first half so far!” She had to speak loudly over the din, but her voice was fair and pleasing. “You think we got this?”
“As long as we can keep Brady in check,” said Chuck. “We just can’t play scared. Gotta plays balls out right to the end.”
She grinned and raised her bottle again. “I’ll drink to that. To ‘balls out!'”
He tried not to make much of the look in her eyes as she stressed the last two words, or point out the obvious double entendre’.
“I’m Tina, by the way,” she smiled, extending her hand.
He shook it firmly. “Chuck.”
Her laughter was lilting. “You don’t look like a Chuck.”
He shrugged with a grin. “Well, what do I look like?”
“Actually…has anyone ever told you you look like Nick Foles?”
Chuck had to laugh. “Actually? Yes, several times. And if that son of a bitch can pull off a win for us tonight, I’m gonna take full advantage of that fact!”
She let out another loud, melodious laugh. “I bet you will. Might even get you laid!”
“Ya think?”
She cocked her head and winked. “Oh I could definitely see that as a possibility.”
“Holy shit, this is off to a good start!” Chuck thought. While he was no loser, nor completely inept when it came to women, he’d never considered himself a Ladies Man either. Plus the fact that he’d been off the market for over ten years while married meant he still had some rust to shake off when it came to his pick up game. But Tina was certainly making it easy, building his confidence.
The second half began and they spent the rest of the game side by side, chatting, cheering, and hugging after each amazing play. She never shied away from pressing her soft, natural breasts into him whenever they embraced, and more than once his hands casually traced the bare skin of her back or the sides of her hips. Her skin was soft and supple, the result of regular moisturizing.
When Brandon Graham strip sacked Brady late in the fourth quarter, forcing the turnover that all but sealed the win, they found themselves not just embracing, but kissing. Her lips met his with more than just celebratory excitement. Chuck could feel her desire like a heat radiating from her.
As they sat and watched the final few minutes of what would be a history making game unfold, his hand found its way to hers. She gripped it tightly, then guided it to her thigh.
Chuck rubbed her leg slowly. The room was tense, the clock ticking away as the Patriots mounted their last desperate stand. No one was looking at them as his hand moved further up. He paused, inches from the promised land, unsure just how far he should push this.
Then her hand found his again, and made the choice for him.
To his utter delight and not quite complete surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers first made contact with her soft, downy fur, then the warm, slick flesh of her cleft, brushing her stiff little button at the top. Her legs clenched tightly and Chuck saw more than heard her gasp of pleasure.