5 comments/ 40888 views/ 12 favorites Football Buddy Ch. 01 By: Shadowforce1 This is not a true story... Sometimes things happen for a reason, that's what they say anyway. I tend not to believe that, shit happens is more my philosophy. I work at a packing and shipping firm in one of the busiest cities, so I usually do not have the time to socialize. My days are usually spent in front of a computer printing shipping forms or receiving invoices. My only savior is football season, its the one time of the year that I can relax and scream and shout at the box. My football buddy used to live down the hall from me in the apt building I live in but last year he moved out to be with his girlfriend of two weeks. Yes you read right two weeks. He fell hook line and sinker for her mind games and now he is probably going to get her pregnant and be stuck with her for life. His problem not mine. I love to stick to myself most of my neighbors know nothing about me and I like to keep it that way. Football season is about to start and for the first time in four years I am going to watch it alone. Which is fine with me but its always fun to make fun of someone cheering for the other team. I am on my way into the building when I notice there is a moving truck parked at the service entrance. Must be the new people taking my ex buddies apt. Great more people to avoid. I walk in and there they are smack in the middle of the hallway trying to get a huge couch into the doorway. "Turn it sideways idiots" I think to myself as I try to walk by. "Hello there neighbor" a man screams from inside. The two moving guys look at me as if to ask if I want to get by. "Nope just standing in the hallway for my health" I say to myself. "Hi"I say out loud to the voice. "Names Marshall." the man says as the couch pops through the door. "Matt" I reply shaking his hand. I can see already he will be hard to avoid. He is one of "those guys" the ones that want to be friends with everybody. He is a small guy, brown mousey hair. Actually he looks like a mouse with the teeth and the beady eyes, small frame. I bet he could not bench his own weight if you told him his life depended on it. "So you live in the building?" he asks. He looks me over. The usual guy thing. Which I have no problem. I am much taller than him at 6' 4, I am a black, with a bald head, very much in shape, I run and go to the gym on a very tight schedule. Dark brown eyes. My ex used to say I was full of shit because of how dark they are. "Nope just hanging in the corridor seeing what goes on in here" I reply. Hopefully my sarcasm will push him away. "Ah stupid question huh." he laughs. "My bad". He says pointing to himself. OK he seriously needs to go. "I am gonna head to my apartment now" I say not trying to be polite at all. Quickly walking away before he can get a word in. Getting into my apartment I quickly lock the door and reach for my stereo remote turning it on full blast. Hopefully that will make sure he doesn't follow. The rest of the night is uneventful except that my team lost its first pre season game. Lucky pre season doesn't mean anything or else I would have been mad. The new guys looked promising though. The next day as I leave for work, I notice two new cars in the parking lot, must be the new guys. Maybe he is married or has a roommate. I shrug it off and drive on into work. The apartment building calls and ask if they can get into my apartment something about bugs. I tell them they can go in as long as they don't spray anything near my computer. On the way home I pick up some magazines of the adult nature, my subscription ran out of the other magazine I like and I forgot, will have to renew it one day. I curse myself for not coming straight home as I see Marshall pull up. "Howdy" he says running up to catch up to me. "Hi" I reply again trying not to seem polite. "Sorry about the movers yesterday." he says sincerely. "It happens" I reply trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible. "We just moved here from Montana." he says trying to get me to talk. Ok I will bite, I got some time before sports center. "Really?" I say in the most interested voice I can come up. "Yeah my firm collapsed and well the only other opportunity that opened was here" he said. "Ah sorry to hear that" I say as I try to make it to the stairs. "You don't know where any sports bars are do you?" he asks. Ok now he has my interest. "Depends on what game your trying to watch." I reply. "No not me, I hate sports" he says shaking his head. "It's for the wife, she loves football, and well she gets loud, with the screaming and yelling." he says again shaking his head like a bobble head doll. "Well there are two down the road, but I think the best football bar is the farthest straight down on the left. Mackies I think its called" I tell him walking back up the stairs. "Where do you go?" he asks quickly. "Dammit!" I scream internally didn't get away fast enough. "I have a good set up in my apartment so I watch there" I say not looking around. Damn my honesty. "Would it be a bother if she can watch a few games? Until she gets settled that is?" he asks. "Sure" I reply through gritted teeth. "What the hell?" I say. "Thank you, I will tell her" he says hurrying past me. Why didn't I think of that, running away. I can run, but No I had to stand and talk. Now I got some unknown woman coming to my apartment to watch football. Just great. I sat on my couch waiting for my show to come on when there is a knock on the door. "Hi" Marshall says as I open the door. "What?" I ask him as rude as a I can. He stands there with a sad face. "I mean what is it?" I say back. I am starting to feel sorry for this guy. For some strange reason. He smiles back. "My wife's team is playing tonight, can she watch it here. I have work to do and she is distracting me" he says. "That's fine" I reply. Could do with some company. I wasn't going to watch any games tonight anyway. He rushed away with a big smile on his face. I walk back to the television and turn it on the sports channel. I had no clue what team this person would like and since there were three games on I left it on the sports channel. As I headed back to my computer the door knocked. "It's open" I yelled as I headed away from the door. "Matt?" I hear a woman's voice say from the other room. "T.V. Is on turn it to the channel you want" I yell back. I start on all the paper work that I could not get done. "Thank you" the voice says back. Moments go by in silence, just the drum of the football game in the background "Fuck me sideways. Catch the fucking ball!!" I hear from behind me. It makes me jump as I forgot that someone was here. I smile and continue doing what I was doing. "Seriously dude. You suck dicks!!" another scream comes from the TV room. I laugh at that one and stand up to see what is going on. I come into the room and sitting on the couch is an attractive woman. Her legs are crossed under her and she is drinking one of my beers. Her hair is brunette with blonde highlights and long, she has very nice eyes they look blue from where I am standing. She is wearing a bronco's shirt with jean shorts. Her flip flops are on the floor. "Having fun?" I ask as I walk around the couch. "I would if my team didn't suck donkey dick" she says before realizing she is in my house. "Sorry I have a foul mouth when I watch football" she says. Then she looks at the beer. "I will pay you back" she smiles. "No big" I say looking at the game. The bronco's are losing to the jets. "Its only preseason" I say. She gives me a look that could kill. "Fuck that, they sucked last year and sucked during the draft picking up a god damn QB when we needed receivers. Well they could receive perfectly if they bent over in the shower" she said taking a huge swig off the beer bottle. My kinda girl I think to myself. "Want another?" I say getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Sure! What ya got to snack on?" she asks. "Was going to order something probably Chinese" I reply back. "Pizza with wings and I will pay" she says back. I smile and nod. "Phone is behind you, Pizza place is speed dial 4" I say back throwing a bottle of beer at her. Forgetting that she is not my beer bud. She catches it in one hand, while dialing the phone number. "What toppings?" she asks. "You pick" I reply relaxing back on the couch as she orders. The rest of the night goes comfortably well, we both scream and yell at the TV and eat pizza and wings. We both forget that its getting late until , there is a knock on the door. "Doors open" we both yell in unison. "Britt? You have that interview in the morning" Marshall says as he peeps his head through the door. "Shit!" she says as she gets up. "Thanks Matt" she says as she walks out the door. "Thanks Matt." he says as they leave. I am left cleaning up the mess as usual. I spent most of the night trying to catch up on my paper work. Needless to say I did not sleep too well. As I leave for work in the morning, I see her coming out of her apt. "Hi" I say as I pass by. "Matt!" she says in an excited voice. "Thanks again" she reaches for her purse.. "I have to pay for the beer" she says. "Forget it" I reply "You can bring the beer next time" I say back to her as I pass her. "Deal" she shouts down the hall. The next few weeks go by without incident, I don't see any of them in the hall. She must have gotten the job and he said his work is mostly from home. The weekend comes and it is the start of the regular season so I have loaded the fridge with beer and snacks. I totally forgot about her down the hall till I come home from my run. She is under her car as I run by. "Matt" I hear, I look around and see her. "Yes?" I reply as she rolls from underneath the car "We are still on for Sunday right?" she asks as she wipes her oil drenched hands on her jeans. "Oh yeah" I say as I look at her, her hair is matted with sweat and oil, her black shirt that is totally soaked from sweat sticks to her frame which is by all standards great! She is not anyone that can be considered America's top model but if there was a cut out for mechanic shop calender girls, she would definitely be in the running. She was very blessed when it came to boobage. I would have to guess much bigger than a DD and very close to the F range. "Sorry would shake your hand but have to change the brakes." she said looking at the car. "Yeah have to take mine in to get done" I said looking over at my SUV. She gave me another one of those looks that can kill. "I'll do it" she said. "Go get the parts" she said turning around. "Parts?" I ask. I have no clue what to get for my vehicle. "You city people" she shakes her head and walks towards my vehicle dropping to the ground in one move. She yells numbers and other things I would need which with my memory I call back to her. "Go to the store and get those and I will change it." she says. The rest of the day I spend with her changing my brakes, which I learned was quite easy. "See you Sunday" she says shaking my hand since we are both covered in oil and brake dust. I go back up to my apartment but on the way I bump into Marshall. "You still on for Sunday?" he says. I look at him strangely as he slams the door to his apartment hard. "Huh?" I say. "Football?" he replies. "Yeah of course, just got done talking about it" I say walking away. He stands there waving at me. Something is odd with that guy, just a little too friendly. The rest of the day goes by without incident till later I realize I don't have enough beer for the games tomorrow. Cursing myself I leave to go to the local liquor store. Its not that far and I like going there because I know the owner, he smiles at me when I come in. "Hey Matt" he whispers to me. I walk over to him, he always has funny things to tell me about things going on in the neighborhood. "That new neighbor of yours is a hot one huh?" he smiles. He grins from ear to ear. "Yeah but your a Mexican. Rey" I say back to him. We always play the race game with each other. "What's that mean huh?" he laughs back at me as I go to get the beer. "Your like chest level to her" I say back. He laughs as he gets another customer coming through the door. To my surprise its Marshall with two guys. I nod at him as he comes in, he nods back but his face drops. "Hold on guys" he says as he walks up to me. "Uh hi" he says looking down at the floor. "Hi" I answer back. The odd silence is annoying. "You going to say something, this 24 pack is getting heavy" I say to him. "They are just friends we are getting some alcohol." he says not making eye contact. Like I care what he does. Looking over at the other two they are not in the alcohol section, but the wine section. I look over at Rey and he is giving me the universal sign for gays. I laugh back at him and nod. I look down at Marshall who still hasn't looked me in the eye. "I despise cheaters" I say to him. "I know" he says "I will tell her tomorrow, she thinks I am working overnight" he says in a whiny irritating voice. "Tomorrow before the game" I say to him pushing by him. Rey looks at me with an oh shit your mad face. "Don't do it bro" he says to me as he scans the beer. I look back at the three guys, Marshall still has his face pointed down. "Remember I bailed you out of jail once for that temper, and I am saying just go home" he says handing me the beer. I nod at him as I exit the shop. Rey moves to the door and points to my car. I smile I love that small Mexican. I get in my car and head home. I lock the door and promise myself not to open it till game time. The morning comes fast and even though, I was tempted to go down the hall and tell his wife, I kept to my promise. I spend the most of the morning cleaning the apartment, part of me expects her not to show other part expects her to come and cry her eyes out. Both of which I find myself not happy with. The pre game shows start and I sit and wait. The door opens and she walks in silent as a mouse. "Don't say a word" she says raising a finger at me. I nod and sit silently as she takes a beer from the fridge We sit in silence as the game begins. "Switch please" she says. And I switch to the other game. I expected her to be crying but she looks furious. Its not her team playing but its her division. I turn on the feature that switches the channel to the team that is in the red zone. After a few plays she begins to start her usual screaming at the players. And by the second quarter she seems to have completely have changed. "Thank you" she says. "For what?" I answer with a smile. "You know what" she says smiling back. "No problem" I say as we knock beer bottles. We start cheering and screaming at the teams on the television. Then at half time I go to the bathroom, but when I come out she is in tears. Women I swear. I shake my head and walk towards the couch. "Sorry I tried" she says. "Don't worry about it, Was kinda expecting it really" I say reaching for the paper towels. "My father said he was a bit fruity" she smiled. "Should of listened huh?" I said. "Your not helping" she laughs. "Well weren't there any signs?" I asked. "What did he want to fuck me in the ass all the time?" she laughed. "Well that wasn't what I meant but yeah" I replied. She laughed. "No actually he never wanted to. Even when I said I wanted to try it" she shrugged. "Too close to the real thing I guess." I said shrugging. "HEY!" she said tossing the paper towel roll at me. "I've got long hair and a nice ass thank you" she said smiling. "So you say" I said the ice was broken and she was smiling again. That's all that mattered. "Well his loss, just got to figure out what to do now" she said as the game started. The camera panned on the cheerleaders. "There is a sign right there, how can he not watch football, just for the cheerleaders" I say. She looks back at me. "You serious?" she says. "They look like little boys with those flat chests" she looked back at the screen. "Look at that one, barely has anything going on" she pointed out one of them. "At least they are there. Didn't say I liked em, just said any guy would like to see cheerleaders" I replied. "I tried to be a cheerleader once" she laughed. "They said I was too big" she laughed. "Nah" I said she was in good shape, her legs looked great in the jeans shorts, and her chest well it was huge. "You try jumping around with these things" she said grabbing her boobs and shaking them. "Nearly knocked myself out a couple times. I coughed up my beer. "Don't do that" I say trying to gain my composure. "What? This?" she said shaking her boobs again. "Yes that" I say. "Why" she laughs. "They like it" she said hoisting them up and letting them fall, they bounced oh so nicely. Definitely natural. "Well cause.. never mind" I say returning to the game. "Ahh. Your a boob guy" she nods leaning back in the couch. "Duh!" I laugh, and again got pelted with a chip. "What's with the throwing?" I laugh. She shrugs. We watch the rest of the game. I switch when the game is over to my teams game, her team is on the other channel so we had it split screened. "you already lost you know that right?" she says. She is right, we have no chance against this team but I am still going to watch. "Shush" I say back to her. "So what's the biggest?" she asks. "huh?" I reply. "Biggest pair you laid your hands on" she smiles. "uh" I know the exact size but I pretend to try and remember "E I think" No doubt they were E they belonged to my recent ex. "Pff!" she says laughing. "I was an E in my first year of high school." she says. "Nice" I reply trying to not sound interested. "What about you?" "6inches, kinda thick" she said back. I smile. "Don't think I ever was that size" I laugh. "Ok lets make it interesting." she said sitting up. "If your team scores first. I will show you mine, if my team scores, you got to drop trow" she says smiling. I got nothing to be ashamed of, I am decent size hell I am bigger than most men. "Your on" I say sitting up. We both sit there watching the other teams. My team of course couldn't move the ball against a high school team. Her teams defense couldn't stop anybody but then one of her CB's catches a interception and runs it all the way back. "Crap!" I swear as I stand up. "Come on drop em" she says turning to face me. I drop my jeans then my boxers. "Holy Shit!" she says looking at my dick. "Didn't know they came in that size!" she smiled her eyes were huge. "What got you excited like that?" she asks. "I'm not" I smile. "You got to be shitting me? It gets bigger?" she says. I nod looking at her. "OK you saw" I say reaching down for my pants. She swats my hands. "I want to see" she says as she pulls on her jersey revealing her chest in a bra that could hold the rocky mountains in. Her huge chest overspills each cup. "Wow!" I say looking down at them. She unbuckles the bra still staring at my now growing dick. "You can say that again!" she says not even paying attention to me staring at her huge boobs, they weren't just big they were huge and hung so nicely, they weren't saggy or perky but just right, with small pink nipples that just begged to be sucked. It was hard to imagine a small body like hers, having huge boobs like those. She looked like a twin for Rachel Aldana, but with different hair, My dick was at its full length of 12 inches and throbbing. We both stood staring before she reached out and touched my dick, with one hand. She fell to her knees and held it one hand while holding my balls in the other. Her mouth opened and immediately start sucking on the head, she bobbed back and forth on it, trying to get it all in her mouth. I reached down to try and get to those huge boobs but she pulled them away. She sucked on my dick harder and faster till it was all that could be heard in the room, both her hands worked on the shaft of my dick while she sucked on it deeply. Her eyes staring up at me. My legs were beginning to get weak. Never had anyone sucked on my dick this long, they always complained about their mouth hurting. I moaned deeply as she was getting more and more of my dick in her mouth, her tongue expertly twirled around the head as she took it out and back in. Football Buddy Ch. 01 "Fuck I got to sit down" I said finally giving in. I sat back on the couch, she held onto my dick not letting go, as I sat she took it straight back into her mouth. The game in the background was just noise now. Even though I could watch it, My eyes were set on this woman given me the best blow job I ever had. But the best was I could finally get my hands on those boobs, I played with the nipples pinching them one at a time, then I squeezed them both, she was moaning in between strokes, I could tell they were sensitive. "How would you like to see me fuck your dick with my boobs?" she asked as she lifted them both. I couldn't help but nod. She smiled as she separated them and put my dick between them. Her tits engulfed my dick, I could only see a partial part of my head at the top, she bounced her tits up and down my dick while licking the head as it barely peeped out of the top of her massive cleavage. This was the best tit fucking I ever had. "Fuck babe get up here" I patted on the couch. She got up on the couch as I tore off her jean shorts. She was naked underneath. I dived my head between her legs. She was soaking wet and ready for my tongue to start diving in and out of her wetness. My tongue found her clit easily and darted around it and over licking her deeply. She moaned as her legs spread wider. She pulled my head towards her and held it deep. I could tell it had been a long time since anyone had sucked on her pussy, she moaned louder and louder as I pushed a finger into her while licking and sucking on her clit. "Stop fuck me now!" she screamed. I got up and began to stand to get a condom from the room. "Put it in me now" she yelled at me. I was good at pulling out so I obliged. I slid into her slowly at first, but she was so tight, I could barely get any of it in. Considering that her husband was gay he probably never fucked her. I pushed harder into her getting more of it in, she moaned and looked down at my dick. "Put it in my force it. Stretch my pussy!" she said. I pushed harder and finally felt it go in deeper. She screamed as I got more than half of it in. "God damn that's big" she said breathing heavy. I began to fuck her harder holding her legs out, she was getting used to me as I fucked deeper. She grabbed her boobs and began sucking on them. "Fuck me" she said looking into my eyes. I pushed deeper getting more in, with each inch she climbed the couch trying to get away, then she came back when she got used to it. I had never been able to put it all into anyone but I was determined to now. And I could tell she wanted me too. She offered me a tit and I bent down to suck on it. My dick felt like it was in a vice her muscles contracted around it with every stroke, I already felt my balls churning, but I was not going to cum till, I had filled her with my dick. Her pussy was getting wetter as I fucked it deeper than any man ever had. I used her legs to pull her down on it with every stroke, she was screaming and swearing at the top of her lungs. "I want to feel it from behind" she said. I stood up as she bent over the table facing the TV screen. Her ass was shapely, her hips were perfect for grabbing. Holding on to them I slid back into her and began my momentum. She pushed back on me with all she had. Arching her back so I can a good view of her ass. I was tempted to take it out and put it in her ass as she wiggled it on my dick but I thought better not, not yet anyway. Looking up I could see the game. My team had scored a touch down. This was the best of both worlds I was fucking a beautiful, busty woman and watching the game, I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck I am cumming!!" she screamed as she pushed back on my dick, I felt her body shudder over and over, but I did not stop, fucking her tight pussy. I knew what I wanted now. I knew I could not get it all the way in. but I wanted to cum on her tits. I pulled out and turned her around laying her on the table in front of the television. She knew what I wanted and pulled her tits apart as I slapped my dick between them. "Fuck my titties, till you cum" she said as she pushed them together. I obliged again fucking them holding on to her shoulders. I fucked those titties hard as I could trying to get more of my dick to come out the other end. But to no avail. "Fuck me" I said as my balls churned one more time, I felt them tighten and I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. I held my dick in mid stroke between her titties and came. The white liquid flowed from her cleavage and around her neck. "Damn, that was good" she said. After we both caught our breath. We both plummeted on the couch. "Get your energy up" she said. "I am far from done." And that was just the first night of the football season. I have a new football buddy and she is fucking awesome!!! Football Buddy Ch. 02 (This is rather a slow one, a build up for the third chapter. Hope you like.) My relationship with Brittany was doomed from the start. Yeah the sex was out of this world but we were from different worlds, she was pure country and I was a city boy. Eventually it had to come to an end. But it had been a good three months. I still remembered the day I took her to the airport, it was a Saturday. We had called each other for a while even video called each other then it suddenly stopped. First it was her finding a new job, then it was me getting to busy with mine. Now just two months after that day, we hardly talked at all. Not for lack of me trying, It was late night, I was on my computer trying to keep myself awake. I knew with the time difference she was getting off work soon. I stared at the screen until, There it was her messenger light lit up. I gave it a while then messaged her. "Hey what's up?" I sent. It took a while for her to respond. "Hi." she said. "So what you think of your team's chances this year?" I said with a happy smiley face. It took even longer. "Look. I am sorry." the words on the screen said. My heart literally dropped. "We called it quits for a reason. Remember?" she said. "Yeah. Just trying to stay friends." I replied part of me did not believe that at all. I wanted to be more than just friends. "I found someone." she replied back. "I am happy. You should move on as well." she said. "K." I replied. I hit the off button and headed to bed. I was not pissed. Well not totally. Hell who was I kidding. I was beyond pissed. My phone began to chirp as I was getting a text message. "K?" it was her. "How old are you?" it said. I ignored it. I turned my phone off and tried to get some sleep. But I didn't, I just laid there. Eventually I lost the battle and fell asleep. I woke up to banging on my door. I got up still furious from last night. I opened the door and Marshall walked himself right in. "I don't care if you are mad at me. But you are answering your phone. He walked right into my bedroom, picked my phone up and threw it at me." He stood there waiting. We had not become best friends but we were on talking terms. Mainly because we lived in the same building. "I am not talking to her." I said. "Andy and her, have been on again and off again more times than anyone can count. So just say whatever to her, and move the fuck on!" he said. He was funny when he was mad. You know that friend you have that when they are pissed off, it makes you laugh? Well that was Marshall. I threw the phone onto the couch. "Not going to do this Marshall." I said sitting down. "Not going to sit down for one of your psych evaluations." I said looking up at him. "Tough!" he said sitting down. "I get it. She is hard to get over. Hell why do you think I kept my secret from her? Not because I was scared she was going to reject me. I was scared to lose her. But I did. I got over it." he said. He grabbed my laptop from the table. I shook my head and turned the T.V. on. "That's her and that's Andy." he said showing me her social network profile. She did look happy she had dyed her hair blonde, I did not like it. "Well tell her. I won't call her or anything anymore. Since you guys are on talking terms again." I said. He began to say something else. But I shot him a glance that said I was done with the conversation. A few weeks had past and I still was not over her. Not for the lack of trying. I went out. I tried to socialize, but someone like her, you just didn't get over. For the first time I opened my messenger. There was a ton of offline messages from friends, co workers, some of the Fantasy Football people I played with. But none from her. I was expecting a tirade of messages but there was none. She hadn't blocked me, because I could still see her status changes. She was online to boot. I wanted to message her. But then a message popped up. "Don't even think about it." it was from Marshall. I smiled. "There is a preseason game tomorrow. Me and a bunch of friends are going. So are you." he said. I began to try and give an excuse. "Now log off and I will see you tomorrow." he said. I did log off. Maybe this was good. It might get my mind off things. The next day I went downstairs. Marshall and his friend were downstairs waiting for me. I say friend which really means his boyfriend of the week. I told them I was taking my car and I would meet them there. I had nothing against them, it was just, well ok I did. Plus Marshall drove to slow. As we pulled up to the stadium. I got a few beers from the concession and went to our seats. It was a good section of people. There was a lot of shit talking and bets flying around, I was having a great time. When two women began shouting at a group of men just a few rows below us. They got up and started heading towards the exit. One of them shot me an angry look. I just brushed it off as they were having a bad experience and carried on. I reached for my beer but it was empty. I asked if anyone wanted a round on me, but no one took my offer. I walked towards the concession, when I saw the two women still standing there looking furious. One of them was on their cell phone. I walked quietly by them and ordered a beer and some chips. "I guess you think it's ok then?" one of them said. I turned she was standing right by me. "I don't know what you mean." I replied. "What those guys were saying. You looked like you were agreeing." she said. "Hi." I said reaching out my hand "Name is Matt." I said politely. I took my beer and walked over to one of the tables. Putting it down. "So you did not hear. What they said?" she asked. "Not a clue." I looked back at her. Her face turned from anger to embarrassment. The other one came over putting her phone away. "Chaz, can't get off work for another hour. So he can't pick us up." she said. The embarrassed one shook her head. "Guess we can walk?" she said. "In this neighborhood?" I said. "Even in mid day, still not the best idea." I looked at both of them. "Well I am not going to sit, and have them talk to us like that." one said. "What's going on?" Marshall said as he looked at me. "You were gone a while, the game is getting good." he said. I tried to introduce the two women but I did not know their names. "I didn't get your names." I said. "My name is Sandy." the one that had the temper said. "This is Claire." she said introducing her friend. "Right." Marshall said. "Well we all came to watch a game, so lets go watch it." he said as he pushed us all towards the ramp. As we walked they told him that they weren't going back to their seats. "I have an idea." he said assuring them. When we got back to our seats. He grabbed his friend. "You don't have to do this." Claire said. "Enjoy the game." Marshall said as he walked down to the now empty seats below. The women worked their way into the seats previously owned by Marshall and his friend. Now in the sunlight I could see them much better. Claire was sitting next to me. She had long black hair that reached down just below her shoulders to mid back. She was very well built not skinny, not fat, or chubby but very well rounded. With dark green eyes. She was wearing the team shirt with blue jeans. Sandy on the other side of her had auburn hair almost brown. It was short just above her shoulders, but covered her neck in the back. She also had green eyes, but she was very athletically built, again not skinny but no fat at all on her. She wore a tight shirt with the team emblem on it with jean shorts, that showed of her tanned legs. "You will thank your friend for us? Sandy said. "Of course." I replied. Claire inadvertently took a swig of my beer that was sitting between us. "Damn. I am sorry." she said. "It's ok." I said. She had a very cute face with an even better smile. The rest of the game went well and even for preseason. It was a blast to watch. As we walked out we walked together. "Looks like the rookies, came to play." Sandy said excited. "I don't know, the third string QB looked a bit rough around the edges." Claire replied. "Well he was picked in the 4th round of the draft." I said. "Hey!" We heard from behind us. It was two guys. "Leave us alone already." Sandy replied. As she turned around. "Nah. We asked politely for an autograph. And you acted like a stuck up bitch!" one of the guys said. "How many times, Does she have to tell you. She ain't that person." Claire said. "You shut up. No one is even talking to you." the other one said. At this point I had enough. I walked past the women and looked the two guys in the face. "What's the problem?" I asked. "That bitch.." the first guy began to say. "Women, Lady, Person." I said. He looked at me and backed off a little. "You know what. It's not even worth it." the second one said grabbing his friend. "All you models are alike, you think your shit don't stink." they said walking away towards their car. "What was all that about?" Marshall said as he stopped running just behind us. "The guys from before." Claire said. "They kept asking for an autograph, but wouldn't take no for an answer." Sandy said. "What's wrong with giving them an autograph." Marshall smiled. "It wouldn't be fair, I am not her." Sandy said smiling back. "I have done it once or twice before never ended well." "Not your fault, they don't know the difference." Marshall said shrugging. We got to our cars and stood there for a while. "Ok am I missing something?" I asked. "What model?" I looked at Sandy trying to picture the model they were supposed to see in her but I could not. "Excuse my non internet savvy friend here. Unless it has to do with sports, or guys beating the crap out of other guys, he has no interest." Marshall said to which his friend nodded. "Hold on." he took his phone out and began searching. "Ok this is a good one." he said he made the picture bigger and then placed it next to Sandy's face. "Holy Crap!" I said. "You guys could be twins." I laughed. "Yeah tell me about it." Sandy smiled. "But wait." Marshall's friend said. He had his phone out and put it next to Claire. "A few things off, but definitely, with longer hair and make up." Marshall said. "Good catch." he said to his friend. "Yup happens nearly daily, especially if we are together." Claire said. "But a lot of people just brush it off, I mean come on if we were models would we be here, and I wouldn't mind giving autographs if I was." she had a good point. "Well we are going to eat." Marshall said. He was good like this. Cutting off conversations that had run their course. "Our ride is here." Claire said. Looking over at a parked car with the guy trying to rush them over. "Well exchange numbers and you guys can be on your way." Marshall's friend said. There was an instance of silence. "Here you go." Sandy said giving me a piece of paper with two sets of numbers. They waved and walked away. As soon as they were out of walking distance. Marshall turned to me. "Say thank you?" he said. "For?" I said with a smile. "You had a fun time, plus you met some very good looking women." he said as he got into his car. "Thank you." I said as I got in mine. That night I sat and watched some movies. Then I got online to check some of the stats from around the league. I did not even look at my messenger, until I was finished with all my searches. I opened it, but Brittany was not online, which was good. I messaged Marshall. "What was the names of those models?" I asked. I waited for a reply. "Sarah Randall and Karla James." he replied. "You can guess which is which." he said with a smiley face. I looked them both up. Neither of them lived on this continent. They had done some model work over here but both were on the other side of the pond. Both were very busty, nearly as busty as Brittany but not as big. Brittany was one of a kind I guessed. I remembered Brittany's bra size from when she used to live with me. I punched in a search of models that were close to her size. A few came up but they all fake tits, except for two. Leanne Crow and Rachel Aldana. I stayed up most of the night. Just searching the online models that I had never knew existed till now. My phone buzzed it was a text message. "Aren't you going to call?" it was an unknown number. I looked at the number over and over. It was a local number. Then I remembered where I saw the last digits. I picked the piece of paper out of the pocket of the pants I had worn. It was a match to one of the numbers. "I thought you guys gave me some fake numbers." I replied. Which was true. "Why would we do that?" the other number texted me. "It happens." I replied. "The two of you live together?" I asked. "No I am over at Sandy's apt. Till mine is ready." Claire said. I saved her number. Then saved the other number. "How did you guys find my number?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Sandy replied. "Tell you what. Meet us for dinner tomorrow and we will tell you. It will be better than this back and forth?" Claire said. "Agreed." I replied. "Do you know the new sports bar next to the stadium?" "Yeah End Zone." I replied. I had meant to go there, but never found the time. "Meet us there say around seven?" Claire asked. "Sure." I replied. "Nite big boy, don't stay up to late." Sandy said. I didn't stay up much later. I took a few more glances at the model pictures. While Sandy was a direct spitting image of Sarah, Claire's hair was much darker and shorter than Karla's as for the bodies. I could not tell but height wise, I did not think there was a difference. As I was shutting down. My messenger went off. "So you grew up any yet?" It was Brittany. "Nope not yet." I replied and shut down. I knew I was being childish, maybe a little immature. But I was not ready to accept that she had moved on already. One day I would and if she still would accept me as a friend then so be it. But right this moment I was still mad. As I drove over to the bar. I couldn't help feeling excited. I knew this was just a couple of people getting together but, I did have fun yesterday and it was good to get out. I pulled up to the bar. Well I couldn't call it a bar, the building advertised a bar and restaurant. And it was huge. I walked inside were I was greeted by two young women in cheerleader outfits. "Welcome!" they screamed in unison. "Can we get you seated?" the cheerleaders asked. "Um.. I think my party is already here." I said. There was a huge wall that lead down a hallway. It was like going to the stadium. You had to walk down a hallway. "Right down there. Is the main dining room." again they said in unison. It must be a theme. "Thanks." I said walking down the hallway. I heard them scream again as someone entered. I was right about the inside. It was huge. The hallway opened to a huge dining room with the restaurant on the left behind the huge wall that separated it from the entrance. While the bar was straight forward. A game room of sorts was on the right. "Matt!" I heard someone shout. I looked around first at the restaurant. Then at the bar. I saw Claire's hand waving back and forth. I waved back and headed that way. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in sport themed attire. Some were cheerleaders, others were football players, or male cheerleaders. Saw one guy in what looked like rodeo gear. "Huge place." I said. Over the loud music and the TV monitors. "Yeah it gets like this during football season." she said pulling me close to her. "Sorry I can't shout very well." she said as she let go. I smiled and sat next to her. I ordered a drink and looked around. "Sandy works here." Claire said. "Ah." I replied. "Was wondering why you wanted to meet here." I said. The bartender came with my drink. He looked familiar. "Chaz. Meet Matt, the guy we told you about." Claire said. "Thanks for standing up for my sis." Chaz said. There was definitely a family resemblance. "No problem." I said reaching for my wallet. "Drinks are on me. For what you did." Chaz said patting me on the arm. He went off to get another order. "He is a cool, little brother." she said. "Incoming." she said swinging my seat around. As Sandy came flying in. She was on roller-skates. "I will get the hang of these if it kills me." she said using me to keep her upright, she was standing between my legs, using my legs as braces. "Roller derby." I said spotting the outfit. It was really tight fitting on her. Now I could see the model resemblance. She could definitely take Sarah's place. "Yup. I can't fit in a cheerleader uniform, or the guys won't keep their hands off me. And this scares them away." she laughed. She did look like she could whoop some ass, in that get up. "I got one more table, then I am good to go." she said. "Where were you guys thinking of going?" I asked. "Where do you want to go? It's our treat." Claire said. "Nah I can get it." I said. "Let em bro." Chaz said. "I been around these two most of my life. If they say something, it's best just to go along." he gave me a wink. "Well truth be told. I am not that hungry. I didn't mean to but I had a big lunch." I said. Which was true. I had gone over to Rey's house to drop something off. His wife did not let me leave till I told her I was full. "That works out. Cause you guys wanted to see that movie... Never mind" Chaz said as both of them shot him a glance. "What movie?" I asked. They both looked at me. "The action thriller with that wrestling guy." Sandy said. I laughed at her attempt to not sound interested. "You mean the Rock, and his new action movie where he gets naked and you can see his ass?" I laughed up at her. I looked over at Claire who also looked away. They were both caught. "You guys don't want to see the movie you want to see him naked!" I laughed. Claire slapped me on the arm and Sandy punched me in the stomach. "My table is calling." Sandy said pushing off me. "Uh huh." I said. "I am going to get changed." Claire stood up. She was dressed in business suit attire. She walked towards the back. "They got a full changing room back there." Chaz said looking at my puzzled look. This place gets hot, so they got showers and the full get up and go. Back there."he said. I nodded. He sat down on a stool behind the bar. "But for real. Thanks for what you did." he said. "It's no problem at all." I said looking around it was a nice place. "Those two are always getting that shit put on em. Just cause they look like other people." he said. I could see he was really concerned. "They even tried to dye their hair once or twice." he said. I shook my head. "Shouldn't have to." I said. He nodded. I looked at his attire and smiled. "What?" he laughed. "NASCAR is not really a sport." I smiled. He had the drivers gear on with stickers of fake names all over it. "Come on." he laughed standing up. "What? Going around in circles is not a sport. It's called being lost." I laughed. "They should just man up and get out of the car and ask for directions." I said. We both laughed. He was a good kid, in his early twenties, using this place to put himself through school. Which I told him to stick to and don't give up no matter what. "Ready?" Sandy said again put her hands on my legs. She had changed she was wearing a dark brown low cut shirt with black jeans. With boots. "Yeah. Just waiting on..." I began to say when I felt someone pressed against my back. I looked behind me. Claire stood there. She was also wearing a cleavage revealing shirt with jeans but no boots just normal shoes. I swore under my breath to try and keep my eyes at face level. Football Buddy Ch. 02 "See you little bro." Claire said. They both grabbed an arm and walked out of the bar. "Which car?" I said. As we got outside. "Well you have the bigger vehicle. So lets take that." Claire said. While we were waiting in line to get our tickets. A guy came running over. He began to open his mouth. But I stepped in front of the women. "Nope." I said before he could say whatever he was going to say. "But I just..." he began to say. "Nope not allowed." I said with a stern face. "But seriously no one will...." he began to say. "Against company policy. I can't let it happen. My boss would kill me." I said. "Man this sucks." he said as he walked away. "Can I get a picture at least." "What part of no..." I began to say. He nodded and walked away. "I love you guys work. Got posters and stuff at home." "Thanks." Claire said stifling a laugh. I waited till he was out of sight before returning to them. "That was hilarious." Sandy said laughing. "Company policy?" Claire said still laughing. "I had to come up with something." I said with a straight face. "Oh look the body guard can't smile." Sandy laughed. "Nope." I said. "Got to keep up appearances." I said keeping a straight face. "That company policy too?" Claire asked. "Absolutely." I said they both cracked up laughing. The movie went great. We sat at the far back. I sat in the middle of both of them. With them both under my arms. I had a very good view of the movie and two sets of cleavage. As we got out, we decided to hit a diner for a late dinner. This time three guys came up to the table. "Can't you see we are having dinner?" I said this time with a British accent which I managed very well. "Come on man, all we want is an autograph." one of them said. I stood up. "How would you like it, if you were in their shoes, and all you wanted was some dinner, but people came up to you?" I asked. They nodded. "Tell you what. Give us your emails and I will ask the company to send you photo's from their next shoot?" I whispered. "Seriously?" one of them said. "I will ask." I said "It's not a guarantee." I said. They quickly gave me papers with emails on it. And went on their way. "You are having way to much fun with this." Claire said as I sat back down. "You have no idea." I replied. With a big smile on my face. We talked till they had to close. It had been a great night. As I pulled up to the parking lot. I got out to walk them to their cars. "Have to do this again some night." I said. "Absolutely." Claire said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. But did not let go my arm. "Thanks for a great night. It was good to get out without being harassed." She also gave me a kiss on the other cheek. The three of us stood there in silence, that awkwardness of should you kiss or walk away feeling was creeping up on me. I wanted to kiss them both. But would that be awkward? And should I kiss one without kissing the other, or which to kiss first. I quickly solved the problem by pulling both in for a big group hug. "Night then." I said as I quickly tried to get to my vehicle. They got into theirs but I could see the look on both their faces. This was a bad end to a great night. I knocked on Marshall's door. It was past 2am. But I wanted some advice and I knew the male slut. Would have some answers. The door silently opened and he came out half asleep. "This better be good." he said. Leaning against the door. "How many you got in there." I said. It was the weekend. I knew how he was. "Three. Do you want to come and join." he said He always asked this, just to be a pain. "No. But I have a problem." I told him about the great night. And how it ended. "Well for one. They are right. You are having to much fun. And second. Your talking to the wrong person. You should be talking to them." He said slightly more awake. "Third, if you are not going to talk to them, then just roll with what's going on, usually these things sort themselves out." he said as he opened the door. "Goodnight." I walked back into my bedroom. I got ready for bed but then my phone went off. It was Claire. "Hi." I said. "Hey." Claire said. "Did we wake you?" Sandy said. I wasn't surprised to hear her voice as well. "Nope not at all." I said sitting down in bed. "We just wanted to talk for a bit." Claire said. I was beginning to see that she was the one that liked to be in control. While Sandy was the flirtatious one. "That's good." I said. "Sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable." Claire said. "No, I thought I made you guys feel that way." I said. "Told you." Sandy said. "No you didn't. Actually quite the opposite really." Claire said. "How so?" I said confused. "Well." Sandy began to say then broke off. "What she means to say is. We have never liked the same person." Claire said. "We have found the same guy to be hot or good looking." Sandy said "Like The Rock." I said stifling a laugh. "Shut up!" they both said. "Sorry I had to." I laughed. "So it was awkward when we both realized that today, I mean tonight." Claire said. "So when you felt the same awkwardness it was a relief that you felt the same." Sandy said. "I see." I said. "So what happens now?" "We all come over to your place and have a threesome!" Sandy said excited. "Sandy!" Claire said. "Joking sheesh. I love you girl. But I love the dick a lot more." Sandy said. "That's a relief." Claire said. "We can just take it as it comes, and see what happens." I said taking a page out of Marshall advice. "Sounds good." Claire said. "You got it champ." Sandy said. "Night you two." I said. "Night." Claire said. "Night lover boy." Sandy said. "Sandy!" Claire and I both said. "Joking!" Sandy replied. We all laughed as we hung up. I laid down and began to fall asleep but then my phone chirped again. I slowly rolled over and picked it up. It was a text from Sandy. I opened it up and instantly sprang up. There was a picture of both of their tits. Four boobs in one huge picture. Underneath it read. "Hope you have a good night, from your gals." My hand instantly went into my pants.