Straight Female / 18
Slept With Boyfriend’s Favorite Football Player
I’m an 18 year old attractive white girl who just started college and working at Hooters in August. Couple weeks ago, this party of four black guys gets seated in my section. My best Hooters girl Brandi (also 18 and white) is crazy about football and recognizes them as players for our local pro team and can name each one. The biggest guy turns out to be my boyfriend’s favorite player and I’m excited to meet him. She’s jealous they’re in my section and says I can expect a huge tip.
I greet the table and gush about loving the team. I’m a little star-struck. Tell the one guy he’s my boyfriend’s favorite player. Take their drink and app orders, then slip into the changing room, get my phone from my locker and text my boyfriend to get over here and meet his hero.
The guys are late twenties. Flirty like most guys at Hooters. I ask for autographs and all four of them sign my tank top with a black Sharpie (on my tits). Brandi stops by to meet them, and they flirt with her, too. My boyfriend’s hero picks up the check for everyone’s meal and tips me a Benjamin. He invites me and Brandi to join them on their way to a nightclub since our shifts are ending. We change clothes, leaving a couple extra blouse buttons undone, and join them in their Escalade out front, ready for a fun night.
The bouncer doesn’t card us since we’re with VIPs. We’re seated in a private, roped-off section and served lots of top-shelf liquor. Boyfriend’s hero wraps his arm around me, Brandi’s in another guy’s lap. She and I get pretty drunk. Around midnight, Hero says we should take the party back to his place and relax in his Jacuzzi.
He lives in a mansion, and everyone gets naked and into the Jacuzzi out back and we drink champagne. The guys are hot and well-built and I guess Brandi and I are, too—our new friends can’t keep their hands off our big white tits once they discover they’re actually real. Hero’s sucking on mine. He kisses me deeply and guides my hand to his huge erection. Brandi’s sucking a dick and then straddles the guy, and they begin fucking in front of everyone. She’s got a boyfriend, too. Hero gives me a towel and invites me up to his room. I briefly remember my boyfriend, and check my phone to see if he texted me back, forgetting he’s working a late shift at the warehouse.
We go upstairs into the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen, and get into his bed. He goes down on me until I come, then fucks me hard in missionary. I come quickly with him inside me. He’s not wearing a condom and for once I don’t care. He’s at least 100 pounds heavier than my boyfriend, and his muscles and erection and stamina are all a lot more than I’m used to.
My phone on the nightstand starts pinging. Boyfriend got my text finally, has questions. I ignore him since I’m busy. Getting texts from my boyfriend while his football idol is balls-deep inside me is such a turn-on that I keep coming. He finally comes inside me and it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Later, I look for Brandi and find her in another bedroom riding a different guy than the one she fucked in the Jacuzzi. Turns out, she’s fucked all three. We get dressed, say our goodbyes and take an Uber back to Hooters where we left our cars. She’s frustrated because this has been one of the best nights of her life and she has to keep it a secret so that her boyfriend doesn’t hear about it. I tell her I’ll keep her secret if she keeps mine.
I tell my boyfriend nothing beyond Hooters. He wishes he could’ve stopped by the restaurant and met his favorite player. I’m glad he couldn’t, though I feel guilty having cheated on him with his football idol. I’ve never fucked anyone remotely famous before, or rich, or a pro athlete—and even if I wasn’t drunk I’m not sure I’d have passed up that opportunity. I give my boyfriend my tank top with their autographs and he’s thrilled to death.
Now Brandi and I just have to keep our mouths shut and wait out our pregnancy scares since nobody wore a condom that night, and she took three big loads into her hot little body to my one.
I greet the table and gush about loving the team. I’m a little star-struck. Tell the one guy he’s my boyfriend’s favorite player. Take their drink and app orders, then slip into the changing room, get my phone from my locker and text my boyfriend to get over here and meet his hero.
The guys are late twenties. Flirty like most guys at Hooters. I ask for autographs and all four of them sign my tank top with a black Sharpie (on my tits). Brandi stops by to meet them, and they flirt with her, too. My boyfriend’s hero picks up the check for everyone’s meal and tips me a Benjamin. He invites me and Brandi to join them on their way to a nightclub since our shifts are ending. We change clothes, leaving a couple extra blouse buttons undone, and join them in their Escalade out front, ready for a fun night.
The bouncer doesn’t card us since we’re with VIPs. We’re seated in a private, roped-off section and served lots of top-shelf liquor. Boyfriend’s hero wraps his arm around me, Brandi’s in another guy’s lap. She and I get pretty drunk. Around midnight, Hero says we should take the party back to his place and relax in his Jacuzzi.
He lives in a mansion, and everyone gets naked and into the Jacuzzi out back and we drink champagne. The guys are hot and well-built and I guess Brandi and I are, too—our new friends can’t keep their hands off our big white tits once they discover they’re actually real. Hero’s sucking on mine. He kisses me deeply and guides my hand to his huge erection. Brandi’s sucking a dick and then straddles the guy, and they begin fucking in front of everyone. She’s got a boyfriend, too. Hero gives me a towel and invites me up to his room. I briefly remember my boyfriend, and check my phone to see if he texted me back, forgetting he’s working a late shift at the warehouse.
We go upstairs into the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen, and get into his bed. He goes down on me until I come, then fucks me hard in missionary. I come quickly with him inside me. He’s not wearing a condom and for once I don’t care. He’s at least 100 pounds heavier than my boyfriend, and his muscles and erection and stamina are all a lot more than I’m used to.
My phone on the nightstand starts pinging. Boyfriend got my text finally, has questions. I ignore him since I’m busy. Getting texts from my boyfriend while his football idol is balls-deep inside me is such a turn-on that I keep coming. He finally comes inside me and it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Later, I look for Brandi and find her in another bedroom riding a different guy than the one she fucked in the Jacuzzi. Turns out, she’s fucked all three. We get dressed, say our goodbyes and take an Uber back to Hooters where we left our cars. She’s frustrated because this has been one of the best nights of her life and she has to keep it a secret so that her boyfriend doesn’t hear about it. I tell her I’ll keep her secret if she keeps mine.
I tell my boyfriend nothing beyond Hooters. He wishes he could’ve stopped by the restaurant and met his favorite player. I’m glad he couldn’t, though I feel guilty having cheated on him with his football idol. I’ve never fucked anyone remotely famous before, or rich, or a pro athlete—and even if I wasn’t drunk I’m not sure I’d have passed up that opportunity. I give my boyfriend my tank top with their autographs and he’s thrilled to death.
Now Brandi and I just have to keep our mouths shut and wait out our pregnancy scares since nobody wore a condom that night, and she took three big loads into her hot little body to my one.
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