The Game

Emily got in the shower immediately after work. Partly she was hoping that the water would calm her heart rate. The other part of her wanted to prepare for the event that she lost. It had been a few days since she had shaved and after she had finished washing all of the soap of of her milky white skin she set about the task of lathering her legs up with shaving cream and using the razor slowly went about her task. Making sure to take care not to knick herself she then quickly made sure that her armpits were void of hair as well.

Finally she went about rubbing in some shaving cream into the small bush of red pubic hair that had started to grow since the last time she had shaved a few weeks ago. Carefully she guided the razor over her mound and around her labia until she was able to set the blade down and with her left hand felt the smooth skin that was left behind.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in a large towel and made her way to her room. Closing her door behind her she stood in front of the floor length mirror on the door to her closet and dropped her towel to admire her figure. She again had to admit she looked good. She slowly caressed her tits watching as her nipples hardened against her small areoles. She then slowly slide her hands down her thin toned stomach and to her freshly shaven snatch. Then turning she inspected her tight heart shaped ass. She at least took confidence in the fact that if she did indeed lose tonight she would turn a few heads.

She proceeded to get dressed and do her make up. She chose a matching light blue bra and thong. Then in an effort to appear causal she put on a pair of tight fitting but comfortable jeans and an oversized college sweatshirt. She even made the last minute decision to curl her hair in an extra effort to impress.

After her Uber driver dropped her off at the bar she walked in and met Beck at a high top table in the corner that had a good view of the large tv right behind the bar. He was wearing a baggy t shirt under his leather jacket in a pair of equally baggy jeans. She was again reminded of just how y’all and lanky he was as he towered over her as he gave her a hug.

“So glad you decided to show up to my victory party.” he said retaking his seat.

“And miss you streaking around my apartment after this? Not a chance.”

Emily was surprised by how much she was enjoying her banter with Beck. They never hung out like this one on one when they were in college and she was surprised at how easy the conversation was as they watched the game and caught up. The flow of the conversation only stopping as Emily held her breath and Beck swore loudly as Emily’s kicker hit a 47 yarder on the opening drive. That gave her 4 points based on the scoring system and meant that any field goal he kicked from her on out would win it for her.

The conversation continued as they interspersed watching the game with checking up on what mutual friends were doing, or talking about work, the fantasy league, and even occasionally about personal facts about each other they did not know.

Halftime came and went with the only difference being the field goal in the early going. That score held up until the opposing team scored a touchdown while missing the extra point putting them up 6-3 at the two minute warning. “Well they certainly wanted to make it interesting for us!” Beck said with anticipation as he signed the check and the waitress dropped off two last beers. Emily hadn’t even been paying attention to the amount she had drank but had to admit she was feeling quite buzzed and excited as the kickoff sailed out of the end zone and the team came out onto the field for what could potentially be the the game winning drive.

Emily rooted hard for the team to drive down into field goal position which they did with ease and plenty of time on the clock. She then much to the confusion of the other bar patrons started cheering for the other team to hold them to the field goal. Beck on the other hand sat by nervously quietly cheering a first down play that almost resulted in an interception and cursing under his breath a dropped touchdown pass in the end zone.

Emily practically screamed as the receiver dropped a third down pass bringing out the kicker for a short 34 yard field goal. If he made it she would get the three points she needed and the win. If he missed...

The opposing coach called a timeout to ice the kicker that did just as much to increase the nerves of Emily at the table as it did the kicker hundreds of miles away. Finally the snap came and the announcers voice rang throughout the silent bar. “...and the kick is up... and it’s...”