There are two things in my life that determine a day when Hell freezes over. First, the Atlanta Falcons making it to the Super Bowl. Second, meeting a nice saucy wench with a bodacious set of ta-ta's and nymphomaniac-like tendencies with no qualms about sucking a gargantuan pillar of Roman manhood 24-hours a day. Let me tell you about an evening when the Devil had a double layer of icicles hanging from his spiked little tail.
A couple years ago the Atlanta Falcons somehow pulled off an amazing season and had earned themselves a spot in the division championship game against the Minnesota Vikings. It had been years since the Falcons had had a successful season and the town was going crazy. All the bars would be packed that fateful Sunday and I had full intentions of being part of the crowd.
I contacted a good friend of mine named Steve and we decided to meet up at a local sports bar to watch the game. Even though I was single at the time, it didn't bother me in the least when he informed me that his girlfriend would be joining us. Ursula was a true Swede – tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. She had a great personality and was always fun to hang out with.
I arrived at the bar several hours before game time to ensure a good table, and had successfully downed several beers before Steve and Ursula showed up. As the three of us ordered some munchies and a round of drinks, Ursula informed me that she had invited a girlfriend of hers named Dana.
Dana was a girl who I had met over at Steve's just once or twice previously, but since I was usually with a girlfriend I had never taken a serious look at her. Now that I was single and being it a festive evening I was looking forward to getting to know her.
About 5 minutes before the opening kick-off Ursula spotted Dana weaving through the crowd towards our table. I looked up as she approached and took in the site: shorter than me, long black hair pulled back and tucked under a blue baseball cap, baggy sweatshirt and tight faded jeans. Her attire wasn't anything that would attract attention, but the fine features of her face were glorious: big brown eyes, cute little nose, soft lips and a tanned complexion...part Italian, if I remember my conversations with her in the past. I offered my coolest 'Hello' as she sat.
The game was phenomenal. We drank and ate and drank some more...the place loud and wild when the Falcons scored and a smattering of boo's when the Vikings scored...idle chit-chat during the commercials and halftime.
Then, with just seconds remaining in the game, the Falcons kicked a field goal and won the game! The Atlanta Falcons, notorious for blowing leads and record-breaking losing streaks, had earned the right to appear in the Super Bowl. The bar erupted into an ear-piercing barrage of clapping, yells, shrieks and whistles. Caught up in the excitement, I turned to Dana who literally leapt into my arms for a congratulatory hug.
My mind was still reeling from the Falcon's victory, but there was enough man-juice in my brain to concentrate on more important things...like realizing the huge breasts, concealed all night by an extra-large sweatshirt, pressing against my chest...like the fact that this petite frame fit so well in my arms...like the tight little jean-covered ass cheek now innocently cupped in one of my hands...like the sweet smell of her perfume.
When we broke from our embrace there was that split second when our eyes met and time stood still. No music...no screaming Falcon fans...total silence. It's as if it were just her and I alone in a room. It was that awkward moment that everyone has encountered – the slight hesitation while you wondered if you were supposed to lean in for a kiss or pull away and accept it as a friendly hug. I chose the latter, not wanting to ruffle any feathers and possibly ruin a perfectly good evening.
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We got back to Steve's apartment a little after midnight. The girls headed for the kitchen to rustle up a few beers while Steve and I settled in the living room and started rolling a couple of fat joints. Within an hour of smoking and some card-playing we were all pretty high, laughing and giggling at the stupidest things. And, of course, the munchies kicked in. Ursula mentioned that Steve had a roll of Pillsbury Chocolate Chip Cookie dough in the freezer and we all agreed that would be a great start.
Steve and I were sitting back talking about the game when laughs of mass hysteria came from the girls over in the kitchen. We jumped up and ran over to see the two girls in an all-out cookie dough fight. Smashing the dough in each other's hair...throwing chunks at each other...smearing the dough all over each other's clothes. Steve and I cheered them on until they pretty much collapsed on the tiled floor from exhaustion, still laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their dough-covered cheeks. We clapped in appreciation for the show.
Dana was the first to stand. Her hat long gone, hair a tangled mess, sweatshirt all wrinkled and coated in cookie dough. She reached cross-armed to grasp the bottom of her sweatshirt and hiked it up over her head and off. I felt an instant tingle in my jeans at that split moment when her arms were reaching over her head and the white tshirt she wore beneath stretched tightly across her healthy breasts.
They seemed big when she had the sweatshirt on...the felt bigger when we hugged earlier...now they looked absolutely huge. I couldn't believe their size compared to her short, tiny frame. I somehow managed to peel my eyes away before her head popped from the sweatshirt.
"Look at my hair," Dana shrieked in laughter as she combed her fingers through the long strands in a meager attempt to gather cookie dough.
Ursula was now standing as well, still laughing and trying to catch her breath and picking dough from her sweater and jeans. "If you wanna take a shower, Dana, you can use the one in our room."
"Thanks," Dana replied as she headed down the hallway towards the back of the house. I watched her little ass move back and forth in her tight jeans until she turned into the master bedroom.
Steve and I returned to our seats in the living room as Ursula grabbed a bag of chips form the pantry and joined us. "They aren't chocolate chip cookies...sorry," she said as she poured them into a bowl on the coffee table.
"No problem," Steve replied. "The show was well worth the loss of some cookies, wouldn't you agree Bill?"
"Yup," I agreed. "Well worth it."
"Damn that was sexy," Steve directed towards Ursula.
She walked over to him and straddled his lap with her arms over his shoulders. "How sexy was it?"
"Very sexy," he replied in a fake studly voice.
