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Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (1 Viewer)
- Thread starter Red Eyed and Blue
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identikit
Footballguy
IIRC, she did, 9-8The competitive ******* in me must know
Mjolnirs
Footballguy
Yes. This was a LOST style flashback to the competition mentioned earlier that she won 9-8. Notice the hand to face then smile reference.I may be paying attention too closely to this thread.
identikit
Footballguy
flashback within a flashback then a flash-forward to original flashback sort of thing, yep.
KnowledgeReignsSupreme
Footballguy
Paging: Swires.If someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
strykerpks
Footballguy
If someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
Headed out of town for a few days. Dont do anything stupid like get it deleted
TheAristocrat
Footballguy
Okay MomIf someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
Saints-Man
Footballguy
*Finishes cleaning off my screen. Breaks the seal from my morning coffee & afternoon PWA. Basking in the glow of good times*
Good and plenty of sexy time continues throughout the summer. For those of you who didn't live in New Orleans, it is a little hard to explain. You weren't limited by when the bars closed. You went out until you had enough. Nobody sent you home. Many a nights we were out until sunrise. I had an easy summer job, a bookeeper position that I did easily on a few hours sleep and feeling the effects of hangover. GB being good with numbers. The vast majority of our relationship was sexually orientated, as she didn't talk about feelings or anything on the inside. It was fun, fun, fun until our daddy took our T-bird away.
That summer, there is some overturn in the roster. Two new guys make the squad, Pete & Mickey. The girls squad changes a little too, but the change in the girls I don't remember. Pete & Mickey also join our fraternity. Also, Mickey asks that I become his big brother in the fraternity. My big brother Doug is in the fraternity and my little brother Mickey is in the fratnerity. A pleasant lineage.
Fall semester starts. I am back in the swing of things. Helping the sorority with Rush, coaching the girls football practice, attending class, and reorganizing my fraternity sports program, and becoming coach-player for our intramural football team.
Sometime in early October, Pochahontas and I have a talk. She wants to see other people. I was a little taken aback, but not as much as I thought.
SM: Do you want to break up?
P: No, I just want to date other people. You have your sorority stuff and I want to do some other things. But, I don't want to lose you.
SM: Okay. Whatever is decided must be mutual, and if this is what you want, I will go with it.
I wasn't happy about it, but I wasn't unhappy either. I guess I had so much going on that it I was able to stay busy and not dwell on it too much.
####Warning....non-cheerleading tangent############
Actually, it opened a new world for me. When my friends in the sorority find out what happened, they were happy. You mean, you can date? Sure, I said. From then on, my social calendar was full. A typical weekend for me was 3 dates, a Friday night date, a Saturday night date, and either a Saturday afternoon date or a Sunday date. One of these were Pochahontas and will still saw each other regularly, but both the weekday and weekend a frequency scaled down a notch or two. .
At this time, my status was known as a pass-around. I was basically a trusted escort. If Sue had a wedding to attend, but her boyfriend couldn't make it or she didn't have one, I was assigned to go to the wedding with Sue. A fund-raiser for Betty? Saints-Man will go with her. A family party for Jenny. Saints-Man will go. I knew how to behave appropriately given the nature of the event. I loved to dance. In all, as I was told, I was a good escort. I wasn't fragile, I treated my dates respectfully, and I wasn't a player. They didn't have to spend the night glued to my side but I was there for them. No apologies, no worrying about my feelings . I was the guy(much to my chagrin at times) the girls trusted. If the girls got drunk when they were with me, I got them home safely with no funny business.
######Back to the cheerleading##############
I thought sexy time was going to end, but it didn't. Come to find out, my full social calendar stoked Pochahontas' jealousy. I was not playing a game and it was not intentional. I never asked about anything she did(I really didn't want to know), but she grilled me about every event. I told her the truth about everything, and quite frankly, there was no funny business to tell. Only one of these dates ever developed into a brief romance, and Laurie quickly begged off because Pochahontas was an intimidating pressence.
But it quite often put her in sexy mode. At the oddest times in the oddest places. After a particular full weekend(five dates total, my personal best), on the following Monday I was in the library studying. Now, you are not *supposed* to talk in a library, but this was a college library and people still did. I was at a table studying, and she started out nice but the grilling soon commenced. I wasn't angry with her and I didn't get my back up because I didn't do anything wrong. While she was getting a little agitated, I stayed calmed and patiently answered every question and would underline that there was nothing b/w that girl and I and it was just an event. None of these were "dates" in the conventional sense of the word. I didn't call the girls, I just knew them. I often told what time to pick them up and what we were doing and sometimes I would not talk to them(just because of scheduling conflicts) before the events. There was no sexy time, no making outs, no french kissing, just an escort.
This particular weekend's activities for some reason really got to her. I don't know why. I assumed her weekend was full, I just didn't ask and I told my friends not to tell me if they knew. I felt it was better not knowing. For whatever reason, as long as I didn't know, it didn't bother me. She asked me to go outside. I would not do it now, but back them we would just leave our stuff at the table. We get outside:
P: What are you studying?
SM: X(A variable...I forgot the subject). I have a test tomorrow.
P: How long are you going to study?
SM: Not sure. Until I know it.
P: I want you to come over to my apartment after you have finished studying and f### me tonight.
SM: WHAT??????? (an editor's note...P would curse occasionally but I remember this specifically because this is the first time she made such a request so directly using that language)
P: You heard me. Come to my apartment after you are done here. I want you to f### me tonight.
SM:
(Editor's commentary: I reiterate, I am not then, nor am I now, a player. This exchange has caught me completely off guard. Part of me thinks this relationship is dieing out, and then a whole new twist emerges.)
SM: Well...I don't know....It is kind of late, and my class is at 8.
P: (just stares at me, not smiling, not glaring, just an expressionless look on her face)
SM: (finally collecting myself, which seemingly took an eternity) Tell you what. When I finish, I will call you. If you are still interested, I will come over. Is that okay?(even writing that now, it comes accross as asking permission and I cringe at that sign of weakness)
P: That's good.
We both go inside and she immediately collects her things and leaves. Now, I am aroused. It is quite difficult to digest the dates and events of European history 1400-present with this on my mind. I spend a few minutes calculating my final grade depending on how poorly I do on the test. AFter an hour, with probably 3.5 minutes of actual studying done, I make the phone call and she gives me the green flag.
I arrive at her apartment at about midnight. I knock on the door and she tells me to come in. What? That is odd. I do so, and there she is lying in bed. Well, doesn't look like foreplay is on the menu tonight, waiter.
I kiss her on the lips, avoiding her tongue for the moment. I tell her I need just a minute. I potty, wash my face as I am a little tired, and drink a glass of water and pour another. As I remove my shorts and revealing my tighty whities(I didn't become a boxer guy until a few years later), my anticipation for the activity is obvious. She cracks a smile, the first time all night.
As I pull back the sheets to get into bed, I behold a wonderful sight. There she is...fully dressed in her uniform. As we start the process I discover another great surprise... her tights are already gone!!!!
WWWWWoooooo-Wwoooooooo!!!!!!
I drew interest on that spank bank deposit for many, many years.
We engaged in various forms of sexual congress until sunrise, which was about 6 am. I remember this encounter being especially vigorous for some reason.
I did make it in time for my test. I will never forget my score...an 88.
I knew then that this wasn't exactly a storybook romance at this point, but I was young & naive.
*Sits back in chair, awashed in memories. Takes a nice long drink from my stein, and stretch my back*
Good and plenty of sexy time continues throughout the summer. For those of you who didn't live in New Orleans, it is a little hard to explain. You weren't limited by when the bars closed. You went out until you had enough. Nobody sent you home. Many a nights we were out until sunrise. I had an easy summer job, a bookeeper position that I did easily on a few hours sleep and feeling the effects of hangover. GB being good with numbers. The vast majority of our relationship was sexually orientated, as she didn't talk about feelings or anything on the inside. It was fun, fun, fun until our daddy took our T-bird away.
That summer, there is some overturn in the roster. Two new guys make the squad, Pete & Mickey. The girls squad changes a little too, but the change in the girls I don't remember. Pete & Mickey also join our fraternity. Also, Mickey asks that I become his big brother in the fraternity. My big brother Doug is in the fraternity and my little brother Mickey is in the fratnerity. A pleasant lineage.
Fall semester starts. I am back in the swing of things. Helping the sorority with Rush, coaching the girls football practice, attending class, and reorganizing my fraternity sports program, and becoming coach-player for our intramural football team.
Sometime in early October, Pochahontas and I have a talk. She wants to see other people. I was a little taken aback, but not as much as I thought.
SM: Do you want to break up?
P: No, I just want to date other people. You have your sorority stuff and I want to do some other things. But, I don't want to lose you.
SM: Okay. Whatever is decided must be mutual, and if this is what you want, I will go with it.
I wasn't happy about it, but I wasn't unhappy either. I guess I had so much going on that it I was able to stay busy and not dwell on it too much.
####Warning....non-cheerleading tangent############
Actually, it opened a new world for me. When my friends in the sorority find out what happened, they were happy. You mean, you can date? Sure, I said. From then on, my social calendar was full. A typical weekend for me was 3 dates, a Friday night date, a Saturday night date, and either a Saturday afternoon date or a Sunday date. One of these were Pochahontas and will still saw each other regularly, but both the weekday and weekend a frequency scaled down a notch or two. .
At this time, my status was known as a pass-around. I was basically a trusted escort. If Sue had a wedding to attend, but her boyfriend couldn't make it or she didn't have one, I was assigned to go to the wedding with Sue. A fund-raiser for Betty? Saints-Man will go with her. A family party for Jenny. Saints-Man will go. I knew how to behave appropriately given the nature of the event. I loved to dance. In all, as I was told, I was a good escort. I wasn't fragile, I treated my dates respectfully, and I wasn't a player. They didn't have to spend the night glued to my side but I was there for them. No apologies, no worrying about my feelings . I was the guy(much to my chagrin at times) the girls trusted. If the girls got drunk when they were with me, I got them home safely with no funny business.
######Back to the cheerleading##############
I thought sexy time was going to end, but it didn't. Come to find out, my full social calendar stoked Pochahontas' jealousy. I was not playing a game and it was not intentional. I never asked about anything she did(I really didn't want to know), but she grilled me about every event. I told her the truth about everything, and quite frankly, there was no funny business to tell. Only one of these dates ever developed into a brief romance, and Laurie quickly begged off because Pochahontas was an intimidating pressence.
But it quite often put her in sexy mode. At the oddest times in the oddest places. After a particular full weekend(five dates total, my personal best), on the following Monday I was in the library studying. Now, you are not *supposed* to talk in a library, but this was a college library and people still did. I was at a table studying, and she started out nice but the grilling soon commenced. I wasn't angry with her and I didn't get my back up because I didn't do anything wrong. While she was getting a little agitated, I stayed calmed and patiently answered every question and would underline that there was nothing b/w that girl and I and it was just an event. None of these were "dates" in the conventional sense of the word. I didn't call the girls, I just knew them. I often told what time to pick them up and what we were doing and sometimes I would not talk to them(just because of scheduling conflicts) before the events. There was no sexy time, no making outs, no french kissing, just an escort.
This particular weekend's activities for some reason really got to her. I don't know why. I assumed her weekend was full, I just didn't ask and I told my friends not to tell me if they knew. I felt it was better not knowing. For whatever reason, as long as I didn't know, it didn't bother me. She asked me to go outside. I would not do it now, but back them we would just leave our stuff at the table. We get outside:
P: What are you studying?
SM: X(A variable...I forgot the subject). I have a test tomorrow.
P: How long are you going to study?
SM: Not sure. Until I know it.
P: I want you to come over to my apartment after you have finished studying and f### me tonight.
SM:
WHAT??????? (an editor's note...P would curse occasionally but I remember this specifically because this is the first time she made such a request so directly using that language)P: You heard me. Come to my apartment after you are done here. I want you to f### me tonight.
SM:
(Editor's commentary: I reiterate, I am not then, nor am I now, a player. This exchange has caught me completely off guard. Part of me thinks this relationship is dieing out, and then a whole new twist emerges.)
SM: Well...I don't know....It is kind of late, and my class is at 8.
P: (just stares at me, not smiling, not glaring, just an expressionless look on her face)
SM: (finally collecting myself, which seemingly took an eternity) Tell you what. When I finish, I will call you. If you are still interested, I will come over. Is that okay?(even writing that now, it comes accross as asking permission and I cringe at that sign of weakness)
P: That's good.
We both go inside and she immediately collects her things and leaves. Now, I am aroused. It is quite difficult to digest the dates and events of European history 1400-present with this on my mind. I spend a few minutes calculating my final grade depending on how poorly I do on the test. AFter an hour, with probably 3.5 minutes of actual studying done, I make the phone call and she gives me the green flag.
I arrive at her apartment at about midnight. I knock on the door and she tells me to come in. What? That is odd. I do so, and there she is lying in bed. Well, doesn't look like foreplay is on the menu tonight, waiter.
I kiss her on the lips, avoiding her tongue for the moment. I tell her I need just a minute. I potty, wash my face as I am a little tired, and drink a glass of water and pour another. As I remove my shorts and revealing my tighty whities(I didn't become a boxer guy until a few years later), my anticipation for the activity is obvious. She cracks a smile, the first time all night.
As I pull back the sheets to get into bed, I behold a wonderful sight. There she is...fully dressed in her uniform. As we start the process I discover another great surprise... her tights are already gone!!!!
WWWWWoooooo-Wwoooooooo!!!!!!
I drew interest on that spank bank deposit for many, many years.
We engaged in various forms of sexual congress until sunrise, which was about 6 am. I remember this encounter being especially vigorous for some reason.
I did make it in time for my test. I will never forget my score...an 88.
I knew then that this wasn't exactly a storybook romance at this point, but I was young & naive.
*Sits back in chair, awashed in memories. Takes a nice long drink from my stein, and stretch my back*
Saints-Man
Footballguy
*Catching up with audience questions*In the previous installment, I described how she won in the third round amidst the excitment of the crowd.
Saints-Man
Footballguy
identikit, you get an A for reading comprehension.IIRC, she did, 9-8The competitive ******* in me must know
Saints-Man
Footballguy
Are you enjoying the story, Mrs. BSR?If someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
Paging: Swires.If someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
WampusCat43
Footballguy
A semi-related story while we wait for the next installment:
I managed to get season tickets to Univ. of Kentucky football games for two years, right on the front row, 40-yard line. The seats were lousy (couldn't see over the players, although it was kinda cool to hear the coaches yelling at them and such), the team was lousy (as usual), but the cheerleaders, no sir, they were not lousy. As a ludicrous bonus, their dressing rooms (both teams') were somewhere underneath the stands behind our seats. At halftime, the fastest way to get to the rooms was to walk right up to the railing directly in front of me and climb over it from below. This involved flinging their front leg over the rail, straddling it, then swinging their trailing leg over.
Every game.
Nearly every team in the Southeastern Conference. Tennessee. Georgia. LSU.
Florida.
Be right back.
I managed to get season tickets to Univ. of Kentucky football games for two years, right on the front row, 40-yard line. The seats were lousy (couldn't see over the players, although it was kinda cool to hear the coaches yelling at them and such), the team was lousy (as usual), but the cheerleaders, no sir, they were not lousy. As a ludicrous bonus, their dressing rooms (both teams') were somewhere underneath the stands behind our seats. At halftime, the fastest way to get to the rooms was to walk right up to the railing directly in front of me and climb over it from below. This involved flinging their front leg over the rail, straddling it, then swinging their trailing leg over.
Every game.
Nearly every team in the Southeastern Conference. Tennessee. Georgia. LSU.
Florida.
Be right back.
Saints-Man
Footballguy
Editors note: Serviceman just arrived. I realize the last installment was rather lengthy. I will wait a minute or two to respond to any posts before I begin the next installment. I will attempt to condense the material so I can finish in 2-4 more installments.
Saints-Man
Footballguy
Is this a question for me or is this rhetorical?
I have already finished
Mr. Brownstone
Footballguy
Saints-Man,
Go ahead, climb up, and take your place at the top of Mt. Olympus.
Go ahead, climb up, and take your place at the top of Mt. Olympus.
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Saints-Man
Footballguy
One brief thread of interest from an existnence of forgetableness compared to the others years of greatness hardly qualifies me for Mt. Olympus.I do appreciate the kind words. I just want to give a little something back for all I have received from the FFA.
Saints-Man
Footballguy
No more quetions, so I will continue.
Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
Saints-Man...
Please join Facebook. Once you do (or if you have) please do a search for Pokahunny. Then befreind me.
Thanks.
Please join Facebook. Once you do (or if you have) please do a search for Pokahunny. Then befreind me.
Thanks.
Big Dumb Ape
Footballguy
I was really, really bad at college, it appears
Bob Sacamano
Footballguy
ThisLittle Gherkins said:
I've already googled every possible combination with "UNO cheeleader" from each year of the 80s and i can't find anything good :sad:
Saints-Man
Footballguy
*Opens a fresh beer. Looking at the clock, exercise might be difficult today*
As I am writing, I don't realize how long these things are getting. As you notice, I have a tendency to be quite long winded. I will increase my efforts to be more brief.
One interesting tidbit about our relationship is the previous installment relayed an event that occurred in late October. The fraternities' fall initiation occurs during the week of Halloween.
I previously introduced you to Pete. Now Pete was smaller than me(maybe 5'8") and he was from the West Bank of New Orleans. For those of you unfamiliar, this was known as the rougher, but not ghetto-rough, portion of the city. These people had a reputation for fighting first and asking questions later. While I had size on him, I was NOT a fighter.
During our preparation for Halloween(we hosted a haunted house then a blow-out toga party ), I noticed Pete was acting a little strange. We weren't particularly close, but we were friendly. I had a positive impression of him.
As the work progresses, the more I notice his behavior is odd. Is he shaking? I ask him if he is allright. He proceeds to tell that he and Pochahontas went out on a date. Doesn't seem like her type at all, but I really don't know what her type is. I am starting to realize I really don't know her.
As he talks to me, he is sweating. He apologizes to me. WTF? I tell him there is no reason to apologize. Pochahontas and I have decided to date other people and she was free to date whomever she pleased. He tells me she asked him out. Interesting tidbit, especially given the times. I told him we were cool, and all I asked was because she was associated with the fraternity as a little sister, don't dog her out. He thanked me profusely, which I found quite odd. I never heard about them being together, and from little nuggets of info I assumed they just had a few dates. I have no idea whether or not they had sexy time.
The semester continues in this pattern of us dating other people as well as each other, while I seem to get the majority(or at least, that is my impression) getting the booty calls, and her jealousy erupting now and again.
Important to note that they only cheered at UNO basketball games, nothing more. So, at the end of the semester, their activities and practices are becoming more frequent.
*Sits back in chair and stretches back*
As I am writing, I don't realize how long these things are getting. As you notice, I have a tendency to be quite long winded. I will increase my efforts to be more brief.
One interesting tidbit about our relationship is the previous installment relayed an event that occurred in late October. The fraternities' fall initiation occurs during the week of Halloween.
I previously introduced you to Pete. Now Pete was smaller than me(maybe 5'8") and he was from the West Bank of New Orleans. For those of you unfamiliar, this was known as the rougher, but not ghetto-rough, portion of the city. These people had a reputation for fighting first and asking questions later. While I had size on him, I was NOT a fighter.
During our preparation for Halloween(we hosted a haunted house then a blow-out toga party ), I noticed Pete was acting a little strange. We weren't particularly close, but we were friendly. I had a positive impression of him.
As the work progresses, the more I notice his behavior is odd. Is he shaking? I ask him if he is allright. He proceeds to tell that he and Pochahontas went out on a date. Doesn't seem like her type at all, but I really don't know what her type is. I am starting to realize I really don't know her.
As he talks to me, he is sweating. He apologizes to me. WTF? I tell him there is no reason to apologize. Pochahontas and I have decided to date other people and she was free to date whomever she pleased. He tells me she asked him out. Interesting tidbit, especially given the times. I told him we were cool, and all I asked was because she was associated with the fraternity as a little sister, don't dog her out. He thanked me profusely, which I found quite odd. I never heard about them being together, and from little nuggets of info I assumed they just had a few dates. I have no idea whether or not they had sexy time.
The semester continues in this pattern of us dating other people as well as each other, while I seem to get the majority(or at least, that is my impression) getting the booty calls, and her jealousy erupting now and again.
Important to note that they only cheered at UNO basketball games, nothing more. So, at the end of the semester, their activities and practices are becoming more frequent.
*Sits back in chair and stretches back*
Saints-Man
Footballguy
BDA, so was I. There is some shame for me upcoming. I stumbled accross this. If you notice, none of this was me. I am not the aggressor here, I metaphorically and a bit literally was just along for the ride.I wasn't particulary suave, and I reiterate I was no player. I had no game. I was friends with a lot of young ladies, but very very few showed any romantic interest in me. My only guess is that my connection with cheerleading, which up the that time had been the Scarlett letter of shame, somehow piqued her interest.
Saints-Man
Footballguy
I have joined facebook. But no freaking way would I add her as a friend after this novel.
St. Louis Bob
Footballguy
FML
Saints-Man
Footballguy
What means this?
Saints-Man
Footballguy
I am glad. This all happened a long time ago. Wherever she is in her life, I would not want to bring any shame to her. While this is an accurate portrayal of events, I am retelling these events solely as Thu/Friday fun. While you will learn somethings in the course of the next few installments, her and I are at peace. I wish it to remain so.
Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then"....so to speak.For a guy claiming to have no game, you sure come across as a guy who knew how to play when the ball was tipped.
Hot Cheerleader - Check
Sexy Time - Check
Dressing up in cheerleader outfit, sans panties, and engaging in sexy time - Check
Giving Hot Cheerleader an O-Face minutes before game time in a Toyota Tercel - Check
Avoiding a serious relationship - Check
Dating other sorority girls - Check
Sounds like you should be coaching the kids of today!
Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
Big Dumb Ape
Footballguy
He also claimed not to be able to write earlier in the thread a few times.
Mrs. BSR
Footballguy
Of course.Are you enjoying the story, Mrs. BSR?If someone gets this thread killed before he finishes his story, I will have to kill someone!
Please don't stop on my account.Red Eyed and Blue
Footballguy
I don't think anybody wants any sort of harm to befall her, now, then or ever. Despite what might be coming next, and I do dread that twist. All we really want - all the FFA EVER really wants - is a picture to go with the story because we've all spoiled our imaginations with years of gratuitous and free internet pron.
swidman
Footballguy
GB FREE internet pron. Actually, I don't think I want the picture in my mind of "Pocahontas" corrupted. I really like it the way it is right now.
deep vacuum
Footballguy
Well. this is awkward. My six year old daughter has just decided to run over and sit on daddy's lap.
Maik Jeaunz
Footballguy
Saints-Man, as a brother in Saints fandom (ie. depression & heartache), I only have one request...
STOP WITH ALL THE DELAYS! I'M OUT OF WORK IN AN HOUR AND WANT TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY!!!
STOP WITH ALL THE DELAYS! I'M OUT OF WORK IN AN HOUR AND WANT TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY!!!
Ditkaless Wonders
Footballguy
Saints-Man
Footballguy
*Cracks Knuckles. Takes a deep refreshing swallow from the beer stein*
Since we started dating other people, I would make myself scarce at their cheerleading practices. I had no idea which way were heading, since everything was a roller coaster.
This is in the time before cell phones. I don't believe even those big honking car phones were yet in use.
Occasionally, either Pochahontas or one of the cheerleaders would come get me at the library to help them with their practice. I would happily obliged. I didn't have to do any stunts, so none of the seemingly glamorous but actually disgusting portions of cheerleading was I subjected. I would catch the girls off the pyramid, help them with spacing for a routine, etc. Just a practice body.
We spend a nice holiday mainly together. In between semesters was a down time(as far as activity) for me since most of the older girls in the sorority, who looked out for me like a little brother, started to graduate and leave college life. One advantage of attending school in the same city where you live.
I do remember Christmas that year. We attended a party and she was drinking more than I. I would have a tendency to drink less, and these were more her people than mine. I was friends with them, but I didn't really feel any connection to them except Doug and Mickey. Doug was my big brother in the fraternity and we had a natural connection there. Mickey was a great athelete and was a cornerstone for many of our athletic teams. He actually ran track in HS and played baseball. A pretty good athelete. We would dine at my parent's & Dave's a lot. So, world's were colliding.
Anyway, it was cold (at least for New Orleans) the night of that Christmas party. Pochahontas wore a long coat . Not one of my peeves about Pochahontas is that when we were out like this, she didn't know when to call it a night. I realize this is my issue, but hanging out after the conversation was long past interesting bored the crap out of me, I don't care who the crowd is. Once you start rehashing stories that have been told three times previously in the night, it is time to freaking go. Plus, I was way past the point of being addicted to the sex.
The party was good, nothing notable, and it was starting to wind down. In Saints-Man's land, this is the time to go. Surprising to me, Pochahontas approaches me and says "Are you ready to go?". I respond "sure".
This was a first. Maybe she actually did get tired. Maybe she was human after all. Maybe the incessant repeating of old played out stories might start to become unenjoyable to her also.
We go back to her place, and I am not expecting anything. We enter her apartment, and she immediately excuses herself to the restroom. The first thought in my mind is that she had to have a bowel movement and that is why she wanted to leave the party.
She actually doesn't take long in the bathroom and comes out still dressed in her long coat. It was a wool coat, similar to a peat coat with a little different style.
SM: Are you still cold?
P: Yes, I guess.
I was sitting at a dining table chair and she walks up to me. I give her a hug, with the intention of warming her up. Something is different, I just don't know what. After a few moments, which I am now probably guessing that she thinks hey SM needs more than a small clue, she proceeds to open her coat to reveal....nothing.
She had given me no indication that she was ready for sexy time. It was the best sex we had in a while, not that any of it was ever bad. I vividly remember doing the deed doggy-style, and my mind took the snapshot of the coat falling just right to reveal an absolutely perfect bottom, outlined in this black. Complete with stilletto heels.
Here is my deposit slip, spank bank teller.
*Sits back and basks in the glory of the memory*
Since we started dating other people, I would make myself scarce at their cheerleading practices. I had no idea which way were heading, since everything was a roller coaster.
This is in the time before cell phones. I don't believe even those big honking car phones were yet in use.
Occasionally, either Pochahontas or one of the cheerleaders would come get me at the library to help them with their practice. I would happily obliged. I didn't have to do any stunts, so none of the seemingly glamorous but actually disgusting portions of cheerleading was I subjected. I would catch the girls off the pyramid, help them with spacing for a routine, etc. Just a practice body.
We spend a nice holiday mainly together. In between semesters was a down time(as far as activity) for me since most of the older girls in the sorority, who looked out for me like a little brother, started to graduate and leave college life. One advantage of attending school in the same city where you live.
I do remember Christmas that year. We attended a party and she was drinking more than I. I would have a tendency to drink less, and these were more her people than mine. I was friends with them, but I didn't really feel any connection to them except Doug and Mickey. Doug was my big brother in the fraternity and we had a natural connection there. Mickey was a great athelete and was a cornerstone for many of our athletic teams. He actually ran track in HS and played baseball. A pretty good athelete. We would dine at my parent's & Dave's a lot. So, world's were colliding.
Anyway, it was cold (at least for New Orleans) the night of that Christmas party. Pochahontas wore a long coat . Not one of my peeves about Pochahontas is that when we were out like this, she didn't know when to call it a night. I realize this is my issue, but hanging out after the conversation was long past interesting bored the crap out of me, I don't care who the crowd is. Once you start rehashing stories that have been told three times previously in the night, it is time to freaking go. Plus, I was way past the point of being addicted to the sex.
The party was good, nothing notable, and it was starting to wind down. In Saints-Man's land, this is the time to go. Surprising to me, Pochahontas approaches me and says "Are you ready to go?". I respond "sure".
This was a first. Maybe she actually did get tired. Maybe she was human after all. Maybe the incessant repeating of old played out stories might start to become unenjoyable to her also.
We go back to her place, and I am not expecting anything. We enter her apartment, and she immediately excuses herself to the restroom. The first thought in my mind is that she had to have a bowel movement and that is why she wanted to leave the party.
She actually doesn't take long in the bathroom and comes out still dressed in her long coat. It was a wool coat, similar to a peat coat with a little different style.
SM: Are you still cold?
P: Yes, I guess.
I was sitting at a dining table chair and she walks up to me. I give her a hug, with the intention of warming her up. Something is different, I just don't know what. After a few moments, which I am now probably guessing that she thinks hey SM needs more than a small clue, she proceeds to open her coat to reveal....nothing.
She had given me no indication that she was ready for sexy time. It was the best sex we had in a while, not that any of it was ever bad. I vividly remember doing the deed doggy-style, and my mind took the snapshot of the coat falling just right to reveal an absolutely perfect bottom, outlined in this black. Complete with stilletto heels.
Here is my deposit slip, spank bank teller.
*Sits back and basks in the glory of the memory*
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Footballguy
Saints-Man
Footballguy
The bolded were not true. I was in a serious relationship with Pochahontas, I was just the b####. She dictated everything.I was solely an escort to those sorority girls. Only once did it ever bubble up into romance, and it was very brief.
There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.
However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight. Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.
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Saints-Man
Footballguy
Very good, DW. Somewhat of a resemblance. My Pochahontas:- had bigger, almost perfect breasts
- smaller nose
- beautiful smile
- sleek black gorgeous hair
TheAristocrat
Footballguy
If this isn't five star posting, I don't know what is
r0llin_game
Footballguy
Absolutely EPIC.
r0llin_game
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