Saturday’s Football Game

What an atmosphere. Mark entered the stadium’s arena to hear an echo of noise. The stadium was packed to full brim, mainly in a see of red and white to represent their college team.

They were facing the Westmere Bulldogs. Their natural rival considering the closeness of the two colleges. These games between the two teams usually ended up in on-field fights.

Recently, the on-field battle had transferred to off-field drama. The last time the bulldogs competed against the eagles here, students from Westmere ran riot across campus, trashing a lot of the facilities.

In the lead up to the game, warnings were given to both schools in order to keep the game clean. Only time would tell how well these rules and warnings would be followed.

The bulldogs had quite a fair showing from their supporters and students as well. Plenty of light blue and orange filled the west side of the stadium.

Coming into the arena, Mark met up with Daniel, they sat inside the stadium together as the teams began their warm up.

“I’m really trying to get involved in these college traditions but it’s so hard when I couldn’t care less about the results of a football game,” complained Daniel.

Mark laughed, “I feel you, I even feel silly just wearing the same red college shirt as everyone else her.”

The first half was not the most exciting one in terms of the actual game. A score of 7-6 in favour of the Eagles was quite low scoring. However, there was a lot of intensity from the players of both sides. A few spit fires would start up across the field but the tension only seemed to be rising for a big second half.

Mark excused himself as he went to take a half-time piss. He finished a full coke bottle in the second quarter and was in real need of relieving his bladder. Not wanting to get stuck in the half time stadium traffic, he rushed his way down to the men’s room.

However, turning a corner, he slammed into a girl wearing light blue. Mark had bowled her over and himself in the process.

“Fuck I’m so so sorry!” he quickly apologised, trying to help her up.

She was holding her head, it must have clashed with some part of Mark’s body.

“The second half doesn’t start for a while, why the fuck are you in such a rush,” she said, rubbing her forehead.

Mark almost forgot to reply, the girl he had knocked over was certainly a stunner. She wore a light blue tube top with a small bulldog mascot in the middle of it. She also had some tight white short shorts on, showing off an impressive thigh gap and a thick booty.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to pee.”

“Doesn’t sound like the best excuse to knock down girls in stadiums,” she replied, looking him up and down, “what’s your name kid.”

“Uhh Mark, and you?”

“I’m Tamika, what made you go to this povo ass school anyway, I’ve never seen such terrible college facilities before in my life.”

Mark began to get lost in her green eyes, she had such a beautiful face. Her brown hair was tied back in pigtails, assuming it was just for the game.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked, still waiting for a response.

“Ohh umm shit... sorry,”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get going,” she said, very much wanting to avoid this awkward conversation.

Mark watched her ass sway in those shorts as she exited. It reminded him a little bit of Tiffany’s ass, maybe even Tayla’s. Before he got himself a semi in public, Mark continued his way to the toilers. He was still embarrassed about how poorly he handled the encounter with the cute college girl from Westmere but who cares, it’s not like he would really ever see her again, would he?