September 1998, Ithaca, New York.
As usual, the campus grounds were flooded with college students as they roamed our prestigious Ivy League University while our football team was practicing on our field. We were getting ready for our first scrimmage. I was the team's first-string quarterback.
When our coach blew his whistle, the ball was hiked, and I threw it to our best wide receiver, Jamar. He caught it with ease and his usual elegance.
I had just turned twenty-one, and it was my senior year, my last season. I could tell we had a good team that year. We had a lot of talent returning yet for another tough season. I could sense that we going to do well. I could just feel it.
After our coach blew the whistle for the final time, we headed for the showers. I could see Emily in the distance. She was standing in the bleachers watching us. She waited for me there until I approached her. She looked amazing wearing a pair of Levis cutoffs and a red sweatshirt that hung off her shoulder exposing her bra strap. I loved the way the sun brought out the blonde highlights in her hair. I always felt lucky that she was my girl; she was so beautiful and sexy.
When I got to her, she pretended to be an adoring fan. She had a great sense of humor and always had sex appeal in everything she did. "Hey Mr. Quarterback, may I have your autograph, please?"
"Why, sure little lady," I said playing along with her. "Whom should I make it out to?
"Make it out to the girl that's just dying to go down on you."
"Oh, behave," I said doing my best Austin Powers impression. We both started to laugh. Emily had an adorable laugh; her nose would crinkle, which was the cutest thing I ever saw. It was one of the many things that I loved about her.
"So, how long ya gonna be? She asked as though she was yearning for me.
"I just have to shower and then I'm all yours."
"Mmm, I like they way that sounds," she said showing off her beautiful smile. She had perfect teeth that were bright and gleaming.
I always thought she was pretty enough to be on TV, or at least a model. She was five-foot-seven and had pretty green eyes. It wasn't just me, everyone thought Emily was gorgeous. In addition to having a good looks and a great sense of humor, she was a kind person and generous.
"How about I call you when I'm done," I said. "Then we can grab a bite. What are you in the mood for?"
"You know what I'm in the mood for, but if you're talking about food, I can really go for ... Pad Thai."
"That sounds good. We haven't had that in a while. Okay, I'll call you when I'm ready, but first I want my kiss."
Emily didn't hesitate and slid under the bleacher railing, gracefully into my arms. When she kissed me it was intimate but brief. Then she gently broke away.
"Wait until you see what I have planned for dessert," she said.
"What is it? Tell me."
She didn't say a word; she just licked her lips slowly and seductively with the tip of her tongue.
I loved when she did that and hated it at the same time. When she wanted to be, she could be quite a tease.
"You'll just have to wait and see, big boy," she said in a low and sexy voice that drove me wild. Then she turned and walked away.
I couldn't help but to stare at her ass. She had a perfect butt; round and firm. She also had long toned legs, which drove me crazy. She must have known that I was gawking at her butt because she wiggled it teasingly, enough to get my hormones pumping. I felt as though I was about to erupt right then and there. God, I need a cold shower.