New Dawning International Bookfair
presents
Going Deep
2nd Edition
A Game Within a Game story
by
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2009
Smashwords Edition
Part One
Defiantly, with legs spread, hands akimbo on her hips, Carla stood directly in front of me.
"Carla baby, You're in my way. I can't see the TV."
"You know, Joey, we've been living together for eighteen months. You won't discuss marriage. I have the distinct feeling you think of me as if I'm some kind of surrogate wife. No, check that, worse, like I'm your sex on demand, fuck buddy that happens to cook and clean the house. Moreover, when it comes to fucking, lately that's as boring for me as the football game you're lounging on the couch in your underwear, watching. I shoulda listened to my sister when she said don't go messing with no white boys."
I gazed up at Carla. She was beautiful, no doubt about it with long, brown hair, sexy pouty, lips and warm brown eyes like a pool of oil. She also featured a saucy, trim figure. She was hot when I met her and she's still as hot as ever. "C'mon, Carla, That's not fair. Football is my life. I'm a former NFL player and football coach for crissake."
"Correction. You're an assistant football coach. The quarterback coach."
I sat up straight. "Okay, so I'm an assistant coach. Football is still my life. Yours, too, you're an effing cheerleader."
She stomped her foot. "No need to swear." Her eyebrows lifted and she grinned. "Just because I was right."
"I didn't swear. Besides you were swearing like a trucker a minute ago."
Her lips curled into a devious smile, "Technically, you didn't swear, but we both know what you meant. As for my use of profanity. It was in conjunction with what I was saying. You were using it as a fucking adjective."
I raised my gaze to the ceiling in futility and shook my head.
Carla continued, "Anyway, I get my fill of football each week at practice and the games. I don't need to watch it on TV, too!"
"Hmmm." She's really pissed. Hand on my chin, I pondered what she said. I need to come up with something to pacify her. "I'll tell you what. We need to make the games enjoyable for you."
"Fat chance. I'd rather pull down my panties and sit my booty on a cactus."
Ooooh, the idea of her sitting that fine tail on a cactus made me cringe. "Hear me out, baby. You've heard of Fantasy Football?"
"Certainly, it's all you he-men talk about during football season, but I'm not sure what it is."
"Doesn't matter. How would you like to play Fantasy Fuck Football?"
Carla stared at me through lowered eyebrows. She lowered her chin and pinched her lips into a pucker. "Sounds interesting. I'm listening."
"Okay, this football game has barely started and the score is tied." I stared at Carla and counted the items she was wearing. "Assuming you're wearing a bra and panties, you're wearing seven items. I'll put on seven items to match you so we both start with the same amount."
Carla's nostrils flared and her gaze grew serious. "I don't get it."
"You will and you'll love it. I'll flip a coin to see what team each of us roots for. When either team scores—any score—one of us takes off an item of clothing. If your team scores, I take off an item and vice versa. If it's a high scoring game and one of us runs out of clothing, the other has the option of stopping right then as the winner.
"That would be me, As soon as you were buck naked, I'd turn off the TV. That does sound like an improvement, but playing strip football isn't enough to make me want to watch a game with you."
"Let me finish, there's more. After the game ends, we go in the bedroom and have hot passionate sex. The one whose team wins the football game or stopped our game would be in charge. If my team wins, we do whatever I want. If you stop the game or if your team wins, you're the boss. What'dya think?"
Carla cocked her head to one side. She was apparently thinking of all the delicious things she could do to me or make me do to her because a lop-sided smile formed on her lips.
"If we do this, I can do whatever I want with you—anything?
"If your team wins, yes. But if my team wins, the shoe is on the other foot and I have the power."
Carla apparently wasn't wearing a bra after all, because slowly the nipples on her beautiful upright breasts began to harden and push against her flimsy tee shirt. "All right, but if your team wins, you can't do anything to me that's painful or to which I have a strong objection."
"Fair enough. I'll get dressed."
"I'll go with you. We'll watch the game in the bedroom."
She watched me for a sign of objection, since the biggest and clearest TV was in the living room, but I didn't care. The idea of Fantasy Fuck Football was suddenly becoming more appealing to me than the game itself. She smiled when I took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Part Two
Joey grabbed a coin off the dresser. "If it comes up heads, you get the Bengals, tails you get the Lions. All right?"
I looked up, into Joey's dreamy, cornflower blue eyes and got detoured for a moment as I had a vision of me on my knees, legs spread, butt in the air, while he shoved his thick fingers in and out of my warm, juicy crevice with one hand and spanked me with the other. Mmmm. I would start with that, if my team won. I can hardly wait.
"All right."
Snapping out of my luscious daydream, I nodded.
"It's tails. You get the Lions in the battle of the big cats."
While Joey added clothes on to take off, I turned the TV on and hopped in bed. I didn't really care who played, but it seemed like this might be the most exciting football game I'd ever watched. During the game, we held hands. Thinking about what we were going to do, after the game, as the game went on aroused me. Fantasizing about all the dreamy, naughty things I was going to do to Joey and have him do to me, had my clit swollen, ready for action and my pussy salivating. But alas, I was going to have to store my brilliant lusty thoughts on ice, since the Bengals won on a last second field goal, thirty to twenty-seven.
Nevertheless, even though I lost, I won.
I started to drag off my last remaining item of clothing—my hot pink bikini panties. "Okay Joey, you won. What do you want me to do?"
His hands shot out and stayed the removal of my panties.
"Even though I won, I enjoyed you watching the game with me and I want to make this day memorable to you. My main concern is to make you feel wonderful. Wait here, I'll be right back."
I laughed as my new hero lover bounced out of bed naked and headed for the closet. As his tight, taunt buns seemed to wink at me, I felt a stirring in my center and wondered what he had planned for me. I could really get into this.
Joey returned holding some neckties. I'm not going to restrain your feet yet, because I need to remove your panties, so for now…"