Dreams of a Virgin

FOOTBALL HERO

How many men have had fantasies about winning the big game for your school? Well, Jeff did. Let's see how his fantasy turns out.

Senior year. I was not that good, but I tried out for the football team once again as a running back. I never started my first three years. I didn't even touch the ball.

I thought this year, as a senior, I could play. But no. I was third string back. A junior got the starting nod. Another senior beat me out as well. I didn't quit. I knew if one of them got hurt that I might get in the game.

As it turned out, our team finished undefeated. I still got no credit. I only appeared in one game, the seniors' game, and, even then, I never touched the ball.

Our star back rushed for over fifteen hundred yards. The second back rushed for over six hundred yards. The quarterback rushed for around five hundred yards. I rushed for zero yards on zero carries. It didn't matter because we were in the playoffs.

We won our first game easily 41-6. Our second game wasn't as easy, but we still won 35-21. Our state semifinal was a struggle, but we prevailed 28-24.

In those three games, still no action for me. My tail was used to the pine by now. I knew I wouldn't get into the championship game.

We were playing one of the greatest teams in state history. They gave up only two touchdowns all year. They averaged thirty-eight points a game. By halftime. Their quarterback was named National Player of the Year.

I was just there to support my team. The long four hour trip to the game, I was thinking, "Do I regret trying out and failing again even though I'm going to the championship? No."

I suited up in the locker room. Coach Strager gave us our pep talk. We said our prayers and headed to the field.

Throughout the game, defense made big plays. Halfway through the first half, our number two back turned his ankle. He was out for the game. I thought I'd get a chance to play. Coach Strager decided to go with just the main back.

We went into the locker room at halftime in a scoreless tie. I knew that if we were going to win, we'd have to control the ball. Which meant no action for Jeff.

The second half continued where the first left off. No scoring. With five minutes left in the game, our star back took a hard hit on third down. He bruised a rib. He was out for the game. That meant I was the number one back now. But it was fourth down, and we punted. The only way I would get in was if we got the ball back.

Their team drove down to our two yard line. We put up our goal line stand. Three tries to get two yards. They gained nothing. Fourth down. They tried a field goal. I figured a nineteen yard field goal, a chip shot, it was sure to be good. He kicked it. Wide right! He missed it.

We got the ball back. I went into the game. There was 1:39 left to play. There wouldn't be much running here. Ninety-eight yards for a touchdown. We only needed a field goal.

Our quarterback hit receivers left and right with precision sideline passes. He ran for ten yards. The drive stalled at their forty. Pass for five yards on first. Two straight incompletions. Fourth and 5. Twelve seconds left. Too long for a field goal.

Coach Strager decided to run. I was not scouted. How could they scout me? I'd never touched the ball. If I didn't make the first down, we'd go to overtime. If I did, we'd stop the clock and kick the field goal. I started getting nervous.

We lined up. Quarterback took the snap and put the ball in my breadbasket. I started to the outside. No room. I cut back to the inside. Big hole. I ran as fast and hard as I can. I slipped a tackle. I got the first down, but I was not stopping there. I was thinking touchdown. I ran right down the middle of the field. My receivers threw some key blocks for me. I was running out of gas. They were catching up to me. So, at the three, I dove with what I had left for the end zone. As I hit the ground, time expired. Touchdown! We won 6-0!

The next thing I knew, everyone was running toward me. They picked me up, players, cheerleaders, fans, band, up on their shoulders and carried me off the field. In that brief instant, I went from a nobody to the most popular kid in school. I knew then that I could get any woman I wanted.

I took a shower, got dressed, answered a few hundred questions from the press, and went to the bus. As I got on the bus, the cheerleaders pulled me off. They told me I was riding back with them. Four hours with cheerleaders. How could I resist ten of the most beautiful women in the school?

They surrounded me on the bus. Kisses from everywhere. Touching from everywhere, on everywhere. Overall, four hours of total pleasure.

The next night, there was a party to congratulate the team on its first state championship. The party was going okay. Then the man of the hour, me, walked in. Again, I got mobbed. Kisses from every woman there. Handshakes from every man there.

Coach Strager called me up. He presented me with a plaque: "MVP of the State Championship 1988". The crowd applauded. I was speechless, for a while.

"Thank you all. I had to wait four years for this moment, to touch the ball. With this type of reception, I couldn't have picked a better time to do it. I regret that I did it at the expense of my teammates. I don't deserve this award for just one play. These guys got us this far. I just finished it off. So, I'm going to share this with my fellow teammates. Again, thank you."

I received a standing ovation, not that they were sitting anyway. I mingled with the crowd. I went inside to get a breather. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over. It was Schyler, the prettiest, most popular girl in school.

"Hi, Jeff," in a sexy voice.

"Uhh. Hi."

"Is there somewhere we can talk? Privately?"

"I'm sure we can find somewhere."

We looked around and found an empty room.

"You know, you looked good out there last night."

"Thanks."

"You know, as the most popular guy in school, you get to be seen with the most popular girl. And you know who that is," as she pressed me against the wall.

"I sure do."

"Well, we don't have to limit it to being seen," as she blew softly in my ear.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you." She planted a deep, hard kiss on me. I had to take off my glasses; she'd steamed them up. She started to unbutton her blouse. So, I unbuttoned my shirt. She unfastened her bra.

"Besides, only the most popular men get to see these," as she lowered her bra. She was so very developed. "And only the most popular men get to feel these," as she placed my hands on her melons. "And only the most popular men get to taste this," as she inserted her tongue in my mouth when we kissed.

She started to unfasten my pants, but she had trouble pulling them down over my boner. She left her skirt on, but pulled down her panties. She placed them on my head. My cucumber got planted into her fertile soil.

This was the greatest feeling of my life. I was making out with Schyler. Every guy's dream at my school.

As we finished, I had one of those "cat that just ate the canary" type grins on my face. She was like, "Ho hum".

As I went back to the crowd, I grabbed some punch and mingled some more. By the time I left, I had phone numbers of every cheerleader, ten other females, and the biology teacher.

When I got home, my answering machine was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Hi, Jeff. This is Gillian. You doing anything next week? If not, give me a call. Bye."

"Hey, Jeff. It's Beth. If you're not busy next week, give me a call. I'd love to do something with you."

"Hello, Jeff. Jim Lichtenberg here. Listen. Heard about your game and called to see if you wanted to play football here at State University next year. Gimme a call, okay? Bye."

"Hey, Jeff. It's me, Stacy. Hey, whatcha doin' Saturday? I'll be waiting for your call, honey. Bye."

I'd never gotten messages before. Now all this? No sooner did the messages stop than the phone rang again.

"Hello? Hello?"

No answer. I heard a beeping in my ear. That was when I realized I picked up the phone in my sleep, and that I'd dreamt the whole thing.