The game

A constant static noise of yelling and cheering, every surface was sticky with beer and bodily fluids. The air smelled like… well a football match. George wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and pulled his sagging pants up. He drilled in a final screw and slapped the top of a table. “There, that should do it, got anything else?” He spoke to a tall slender girl, with long braided hair. She had introduced herself as Jenny and had called for George to fix a table leg in the common room of the girls dorm. Someone had apparently danced on the table and snapped the leg off. It didn’t seem like an emergency, but George was in the girls dorm anyways, after he was called to board up some poor girls window. Some guy had thrown a rock through it with a note attached, it didn’t seem to be a threat, but rather a terrible love letter. Jenny thanked George for his help and extended her hand. George shook it happily and looked the girl over once more. She was wearing a tight fitting blue dress, she was all dolled up for the party after the game. She had invited him to go party with her, but George had politely declined. He told her he still had some work to do, but he’d love to take her up on that offer some other time.

After that ordeal George made his way over to the football stadium. A call had gone to all custodians that some extra hands were needed to help clean up the exit to the stands. It seemed to be filled with junk and miscellaneous trash. The game was about to end and everybody was going to pass through the exit in about fifteen minutes, quickly they cleaned the mess as best they could, hoping that the pathway was now clear enough.

George sighed as he put away his broom, he plopped down in his golf cart and drove off to a small seating area. It looked out over the exit of the stadium and led to a small park on the college grounds. George still had his work cut out for him, but the real pain would be tomorrow. After everyone sobered up and realized all the stuff that was messed up. Still, he had been running around for about two or three hours now, non-stop cleaning, fixing helping out and swearing at rowdy college students looking to tear shit up. George was just glad he wasn’t a teacher, he sure didn’t have the patience to deal with those students.

George jumped as he was woken out of his daydream by voices calling for him. He looked over and saw a herd of people rushing out of the stadium and towards wherever they could party, he squinted his eyes as he saw two familiar faces walking over to him. “George! Fancy seeing you here, were you already waiting for us?” As they got closer he realized that people that had called for him were Kelsey and Morgan.

The girls got up next to the golf cart where George sat, slumped down in his seat. “Hello ladies, I might have been here for you two, yes…” George sat up straighter as Kelsey leaped in for a hug, she half climbed on top of George, straddling him with her petite body. George felt his cock grow as the small redhead pressed her body against his, this did not go unnoticed as Kelsey looked up and gave George a quick wink. She let go of him and climbed over his lap into the passenger seat next to him. George smacked her butt as she pressed it into the air and Kelsey yelped cheerfully. Now Morgan approached, much slower and focused. George wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She let him get her closer and put both of her hands around George’s neck, in one swift motion she hugged her big breasts against his face and shook them slightly. George smiled into her cleavage and reached down to give her a playful tap on the ass as well. Morgan had the perfect bubble butt and George felt it jiggle underneath his touch. Morgan climbed in the seat behind him and kept her hands on George’s shoulder, leaning forwards and massaging him softly.

“What do you say we get out of her Georgie? Let’s go up to our room” Morgan whispered in his ear. George did not hesitate and stepped on the gas, quickly he drove back to the girl dorms, mentally preparing himself for what was in store.