I’d love to wake up next to that every morning.
So Brad was everything that a woman like me needed. He was kinder than the first guy, not quite as big as the second guy, and not as eager as the third guy. He was absolutely perfect for me. He tended to my needs, asked permission before fucking me, and was certainly trying to give me pleasure before finishing himself off. He wasn’t fucking me, he was making love to me. He had been telling me the truth, he really did like me. We made love three times, all of them in my pussy. I asked him about a blowjob or about anal sex but all he wanted was to be inside on me, facing me, and staring into my eyes when he made me cum. He definitely made me cum…several times. Like Bubba we showered together and he was dressed when our time together was over.
The last guy was just a blur to me. There was nothing special at all about him. He didn’t ring my bell or hurt me, he was just another guy that was fucking me. I wondered if that was what prostitutes thought. I could hardly care if he kissed me, shoved it up my ass, or squeezed the stuffing out of my boobs. When it was over my two girls came in and we had fun together until I passed out. Between the bubble bath and all of those cocks, a couple of soft bodies lying against me, was all that I needed.
The next day the two girls and I attended the football game. The coach saw us or rather me and had us escorted down to the field onto a row of VIP seats right behind the player’s bench.
The boys all smiled at me, blew me kisses, and gave me two thumbs up.
They massacred the other team and it seemed that I was the reason. My five boys were putting on a show for me to repay me for all of my hard work. All of us were totally satisfied and relaxed as was intended in the first place.
Winning that match put the team in place for something much higher. There were state finals, quarter finals, tie breakers, and then the college version of the Super Bowl called the BCS National Championship Game.
To think that letting them fuck me was actually what they needed to help them concentrate more on winning the game. If the final score was anything to brag about they kicked the other team’s butt. Butt? Yes, come to think of it I was sitting on my ass for a few hours and it felt fine.
Suddenly I was looking forward to next Friday.
For the next three Fridays I played fuck buddy to five of the best football players in the league. I had a hard time picking between Bubba and Brad, but in the end I chose Brad. We dated until he graduated and then we got married.
I am still amazed when the Sorority contacts me about their F4F fundraiser. Apparently I’m still desirable and in demand. I like that. So does Brad because he wants me to do it every time. I think he has something to do with them requesting me. I love him with all of my heart.
The End
The F4F Fundraiser
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