The Red Zone, © 2005 by Mjbarbag
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"YOU BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU HAVE DROPPED THAT FUCKING BALL!!!
IT WAS RIGHT AT THE NUMBERS!" Was what Georgette wanted to say.
"AH!" was all that came out!
You see Georgette loved football. Actually lusted is a better
word. College, Professional, even Canadian if there was nothing else
to watch. From August to January, she would be glued to the TV
This Sunday had been excessively hard on her. Her beloved Redskins
were tied with the Forty-Niners and she could not stand it. It was
not the actually disliked the Forty-Niners, she could careless. It
was that fact that the Forty-Niners were about to be a spoiler and knock
the 'Skins out of the playoffs. Unless they scored.
One minute left in the over time and the score was tied at 14.
Neither team had any timeouts left. Georgette was at the edge of her
seat. Her heart was pounding and Ted, her husband, was
pounded. It had been a rough game.
A quick pass to the sidelines, COMPLETE. Georgette jumped out of her seat,
her arm raised above her head, exposing the bottom of her breasts.
Ted noticed but Georgette did not. In the same instant, she seamed
"ASSHOLE, YOU DID NOT GET OUT OF BOUNDS AND YOU ONLY GOT THREE
YARDS!" and plopped back into her seat with a cute pout on her
face. Ted noticed, but Georgette did not.
Forty seconds and a little less then a long way to go.
Draw Play and a first down! Georgette screamed and jumped up and
down. Ted noticed the way her breasts bounce when she bounced;
Georgette did not.
Thirty seconds and another quick hitter to the sidelines.
Incomplete! DAMN! But, at least the clock stopped with 20
seconds. Georgette sat back down and stared intensely at the
TV. She had a wild, almost animal lust look in her eyes. Ted
noticed; Georgette was not aware. End-around, a gain of 25 and the
back got out of bounds. Georgette danced. Ted watched her firm
round ass move seductively and her breasts sway to her graceful and
jubilant dance. Georgette was oblivious to her surroundings.
However, the 'Skins were not in field goal range yet.
Ten seconds, a 15-yard pass over the middle. COMPLETE. Georgette
jumped straight out of her chair and both breasts popped out of her
shirt. Ted smiled!
A quick dropped pass with 3 seconds left and the clock stopped. So
did Georgette's heart. However Ted's was still beating hard (not to
mention ... er ... nevermind)!
The field goal unit came on the field. It was going to be a long
kick. The longest of this young kicker's carrier. The crowd
was on their feet and deathly quiet. The air was still! Every
heart in the stadium was still. You could have heard a ball-needle
The snap was high but catchable. Georgette squeaked with
despair. The holder got the ball down and the kick was a way.
Two seconds -- the ball cleared the line and sailed toward the goal
post. One second -- Georgette was on her knees, as if she was
bearing her soul to the pigskin god! Ted was also saying his prayers
that the kick was good, but for other reasons. Up it sailed, end over
end. The tension was immense. The ball was building to it
climax. Close and closer. Would it make it? Would they
score? Would the ball split the uprights? Georgette lips were
wet. Ted watched her ass with a hard intensity. Her ass wave
at him as Georgette kneeled in from of him.
No time left and the ball was still sailing threw the air. It was
hard to tell. The ball grew closer, Closer, CLOSER. And it was
... It was ...
Georgette lost it. She screamed, danced, and fell on her husband
with wild abandon. She kissed him with such intensity that she could
not stop. She lost all control. The emotions and pent up
energy from the game came to a head. She almost tore Ted's
clothes off him. Hers were thrown over the ceiling fan. The
room looked like a locker room with clothes everywhere.
Georgette tackled him with the force of a linebacker. Like all
ecstatic fans, she climbed on to the goal post. Ted drove into her
line. This was no broken play, no fumble. This was grinding
ground game in the rain. Hard fought, dirty, with a lot of grunting,
cursing, and screaming. Head to head they went, nose to nose, up the
Then the long bomb. Georgette stretched to catch and then fell into
the end zone. Complete! TOUCHDOWN! No extra point was needed!
Georgette collapsed, too drained even to dance in the end zone. She
laid on top of Ted who smiled and gently whispered into Georgette's
"Damn! I love football."