The Patriots won again. It was a sucky game. Or so I heard. I didnt pay much attention. There were several distractions. Plenty of semidrunk guys with roaming hands. I staved them off. Wedged myself in the corner of the girl couch. Minutes later The Girl shows up. Theres an open spot on the floor in front of me. She takes it. Then tilts her head back between my knees. Shes wearing a low cut top. My eyes glue to her cleavage as we say hi.

All through the first half the Girl doesnt move. The girls around us bring food and drink. My bladder fills. But I cant move. The Girl is blocking me in. So I sit and stare at the screen. Fantasizing about the Girl. About her sitting in my lap. Cupping my aching pussy. Squeezing it. Then halftime comes. The Girl gets up. We get in line for the bathroom. Its a long line. So we go in together. I pee with her watching. Then I watch her pee. That image gets branded in my head.

We return to the couch. I wedge myself in. But theres a lot more people now. People sitting on peoples laps. So the Girl sits on my lap. Her arm around my head. My face snuggled to the side of her boob. Game? What game?