Prologue
"Hey Eric, I'm inviting a few people over to my place for the Patriots Broncos game. Would you like to come?"
Eric was a little surprised at the invitation. He enjoyed working with Brittany and found her attractive, but she was one of the shyest almost standoffish people he had ever met. Eric had worked for the company for about a year; Brittany had been hired six months later. She was a transplant from Boston. As attractive as the 24 year old was with her long blonde hair, transparent blue eyes, high cheek bones and broad smile, she always gave off the clear message she wasn't interested in mixing her personal life with her work life. Although there were occasional brief flashes of flirtation, the moments were always quickly dashed by dampening word or her abruptly walking away. Her quiet focused haughty demeanor built a high wall of boundaried professionalism. Even her clothing kept to unusually conservative business attire for someone her age, intentionally meant to hide what looked to be her fit 5'8" curvaceous bust, tight ass and long legs. The "not interested" message was clearly received by the men in the office, including Eric.
The one small hint of playfulness by Brittany was her die-hard loyalty to her New England Patriots. It made her a bit of an exile, working in the small company in the heart of Denver. Eric could never fully tell if it was playfulness or another side of her seriousness. Either way she was relentless in her annoying insistence it would be another year for a Patriots' Super Bowl. She quieted her taunting a bit after the Broncos' regular season win over the Patriots, using their backup quarterback. However, it did not lessen her loyal resolve. Eric was surprised that his aloof colleague would invite someone over that she knew was such a passionate Broncos fan to watch the game. Although in Denver, there aren't many options.
"Uh, sure," Eric said without thinking first, more to be polite than out of desire. He had planned to watch the game at one of the nearby sports bars packed with highly charged Broncos fans ready to paint the town orange. Eric felt disappointed that he responded so quickly, trading the raucous game-watching party surrounded by fellow Broncos fans to watch the championship game at some pouty little get together at Brittany's place with a few of her friends. For all he knew they would also be Patriots fans. Eric hated Tom Brady.
"Great," she answered quickly, locking him in to the commitment. "No need to bring anything. I'll have plenty of beer, drinks and food. I'm inviting everyone to come at noon. I'll email you my address."
For all Eric knew, the beer would be O'Douls and the drinks would be Diet Coke. He regretted accepting the invitation the moment the words left his mouth. To make things worse, she intensified her annoying taunting at work every day the game got closer. She made it clear she was looking forward to the Patriots' revenge in the post-season when it really matters.
Game Day
Eric put on his Von Miller jersey with 58 emblazon across the front, with jeans and Nike shoes. He quietly prided himself on his 6'4" muscular physique that he worked hard to maintain through his five days a week in the gym. As he thought about the game ahead, he hoped Miller would have a record setting game for sacks, hammering Brady into the Denver turf.
The city was electric with the pre-game celebrations. Eric couldn't resist stopping in to the sports bar early to get in on the celebration before regretfully having to sequester himself to Brittany's boring "get together." The pregame festivities were amped up. Eric polished off a couple craft beers during the celebration.
Meanwhile, Brittany spent the morning getting her place ready for her get-together. As a die-hard Patriots fan surrounded by all the Bronco hype in Denver, she wanted nothing more than to watch Brady, Belichick and her Patriots dominate the Broncos. The least she could do was be a good host while it happened. Her small downtown high-rise apartment was near the top of the building, with large west-facing windows offering breathtaking glimpses through nearby buildings of the snow-capped mountains. Her 800 square foot apartment was little more than a small kitchen and living room with a hallway that led to a bathroom and bedroom at the end. It was perfect for her. Her living room had a colorful couch facing an entertainment center with a moderate sized flat screen TV. The large mountain-facing windows were to the right. The distant edge of Sports Authority field could be seen in between the buildings. The apartment was conveniently located five blocks from work and even closer to the city's nightlife.
Brittany set out paper plates and utensils in familiar Patriots colors, as well as putting a large Patriot's banner on the wall across from the prominent window. The color orange was banned from the decorations. She too couldn't resist beginning the celebration with a few Vodka Crans as she finalized finishing touches. The TV was on with talking heads filling the room with pregame analysis. She turned up the volume.
Eric looked up at the large screen TVs filling every wall at the sports bar. There was only an hour before kickoff, and the intensity around him continued to rise. Realizing the time had come, he reluctantly walked the couple blocks to Brittany's downtown apartment building. The streets were filled with people. He was glad for the slight buzz to help him be a good sport. As the elevator ascended, he wondered if there might be some way he could sneak out unnoticed at halftime to return to one of the real parties taking place in the streets below.
The sound of the doorbell startled Brittany. She had anticipated it all morning, but in her nervous excitement was still caught off guard despite the strong buzz going from her Vodka Crans. She glanced in the mirror quickly, pressing her dress against her body before opening the door.
Eric gasped in shock at the vision of Brittany standing there. Brittany relished in the moment, letting him take it in. "Welcome," she said. "Glad you could make it," she added.
Eric tried his best not to give away his astonishment, but failed miserably. It was the response Brittany had hoped for. Brittany stood there with little more than her broad smile. She wore a tight fitting short semi-transparent midriff top inspired by the Patriot's jersey, filled out beautifully by her ample breasts. Of course, it had the number 12 on the front. It was the first and only time Eric liked what he saw of a Brady jersey or Patriot colors. Tiny unnecessary spaghetti straps attached to the low cut top that was so tight it might as well be painted on her body, accentuating every curve of her perfection. Her large firm tits stretched the thin fabric of the top, displaying her erect nipples with little resistance or concealment. The short top showed off her muscular feminine abs; the blue mini-skirt beneath was barely long enough to cover her ass. Her long fit tan legs poured from the thin blue skirt to her bright red four-inch heels. Brittany's long blond hair danced on her bare shoulders.
"Me too," Eric answered in awe of the vision standing in front of him.
"Please come in, won't you?" she asked, savoring every second of his surprise.
Eric worked to compose himself, but the movement in the front of his jeans gave his arousal away. He glanced around the quaint empty apartment. The small granite counter was covered with typical party snacks for the game. The refrigerator was filled with some of Eric's favorite local beers. She had been paying attention over the last few months to his off-the-cuff comments at work. She had a well-stocked bar set up next to the kitchen with everything one might want for endless mixed drinks. Eric glanced around again for other guests, and saw none.
"Where is everyone?" Eric asked, arriving fashionably late to prevent any awkwardness of being alone with his shy workmate.
"Not here yet," she lied. "Can I get you something to drink?" Eric gladly watched as she opened the refrigerator, allowing the cool air to do its work on her tits as she retrieved and opened a beer for him.
The hour passed quickly as the two bantered about the game, each offering predictions of victory. Brittany chided about both quarterbacks being veterans, but Brady being in his prime while Manning was washed up. Eric targeted how beat up the Patriots were, not having any of the competitive edge they were used to. This game would be a repeat of the Broncos victory a few weeks before. He reminded her that Manning always beat Brady in the post season at home. The two of them finished off a six-pack during the pre-game banter. Despite the verbal jousting, Brittany enjoyed watching Eric stealing glances at her body. Sexual tension filled the playful pre-game teasing.
"Where is everyone?" Eric asked as the clock moved toward the 1:05 start time.
"Looks like we're it," she said. "It's a party for two," as she grabbed two more beers from the refrigerator. "The others I invited couldn't come," she lied.
"What?" Eric asked surprised.
"I'm guessing they knew it would be too hard to watch their Broncos lose, especially with the way I would shamelessly rub their noses in it. Can't blame them," she added arrogantly. "Makes me all the more impressed that you showed up."
