Did I mention I hate perky people.

Unlike every other game that year, though, a cold front passed through, dropping the temperature to almost freezing by game time. Jeff and I always sat on the hill over one end zone, where most of the other students sat. It was known as make out hill, but just to the students. Telling my parents that would have been the same as saying I never wanted to be allowed to sit there with Jeff again. I liked sitting there with Jeff a whole lot.

We all piled into our Ford Econoline Van and headed for school. Jeff always joked about my parents owning a conversion van. He always joked he wanted me to ask if we could borrow it some time and make out in it. Must be a guy thing.

So anyway My dad drove with mom in the passenger seat. My sister was already at the stadium, and my little brother was sitting right behind dad. Jeff and I crawled into the back row of seats. We weren't antisocial, It was just that we wanted to sit next to each other.

On the way there, my mom handed my brother Mike a blanket to hand to us so Jeff and I could stay warm. You might think it's strange they would be giving us a blanket so we could snuggle together, but you've gotta understand one thing. This blanket was a neon dayglow orange draw attention to us from all over blanket. It blinded everyone within fifty feet. I have no doubt that the blanket was so they could spot us from the stands. Dad always took his binoculars to watch the game, but I think he was planning on using them to keep an eye on us to make sure we behaved. The blanket was an easy way to spot us on the hill.

We got there, and immediately split up. My parents and Mike sat on the first or second row, by the cheerleaders, so they could watch Bridget, and Jeff and I headed for the hill. We usually sat with his friends directly behind the goal post, about 3/4 of the way up the hill, and when we got there, the usual gang was there. After the hellos, and the how's it goings, we spread out the blanket, folded it over double, and got inside. I took off my jacket and laid it beside the blanket. Then I snuggled up to Jeff to watch the game.

The game hadn't even started before Jeff did. He snuck his hand under my t-shirt, and I watched the surprise on his face as he realized I had neglected to wear a bra. I ALWAYS wore a bra. Even if the first thing I did when we were alone, was allow him to unclip the back. He looked into my eyes, as though he was looking for something. I smiled mischievously back, and laid my head back on the ground.

He removed his hand from my shirt, which got a mock sad expression from me, and reached over me to my jacket. He folded it up, and stuck it behind my head as a pillow. He was always sweet like that.

He laid down on his side facing me, and immediately put his hand back under my T-shirt, and was caressing me. I loved it when he did that. for a guy, he had very soft hands. Then he slid his hand down my stomach, and reached my jeans. He unbuttoned them, and unzipped the zipper.

Suddenly my little brother was standing over us. "What!?" I asked. My brother always has perfect timing, the little shit.

"Mom wants to know if you want anything to drink. She said I should get it if you do."

I started to shake my head no, when Jeff tapped me on the shoulder and nodded his head yes very discreetly. I looked back at Mike and said "Sure, bring me a large Coke."

Mike walked off, and I looked at Jeff and said, "Now he's gonna have to come back to give it to us."

"If we didn't get something", Jeff paused for effect, "your mom would keep sending him occasionally until we did. Your mom can be almost as bad as mine."

I should point out here, that Jeff was Jewish, and his mom was the typical Jewish mom. She could be sweet while she badgered you until you gave in. When I went over her house to eat dinner with Jeff, she always stuffed me despite my determination to eat light. I wound up not eating for a day after one of her meals. Good thing she was a great cook. I actually learned how to cook more from her, than from my own mom."I didn't think of that", I said as I laid my head back down, momentarily disappointed. I reached under the blanket, and zipped and buttoned my jeans. I didn't want to take any chances. We laid there together watching the crowd fill the stands, when Mike came back with our Coke."Thanks, now Beat it!" I said, and made a shooing motion with my hands. Mike looked like he got a little mad, and said "Fine!", and stomped away.

"About time", I said, and set the Coke down on the ground. We laid back down, getting comfortable. Jeff was immediately at my jeans again, undoing the button and zipper. This time, though, he didn't even pause, but just looked me in the eyes as he moved his hand inside my panties. Normally, this is where I'd stopped him in the past, but this time I was feeling a little daring, and besides, we were covered up by the blanket.

I got a surprised look from Jeff when he realized I was completely hairless. It was entirely for his benefit, and he knew it. I smiled back, and relaxed. He began to move a finger between my legs, and quickly found my button. A brief thought flashed through my mind that he'd obviously done this before, though not with me. The anticipation while waiting for the Coke had already made me somewhat wet, and when he explored further down he found it very slick. He pulled some of the lubrication back up, and began to work on my clit with a vengeance. I couldn't keep still, and began to squirm just a little bit, rocking into his hand, enhancing the motion of his finger. That must have gone on for at least five minutes. My eyes were closed, and I was licking my lips, when suddenly, Jeff stopped, and pulled his hands out of my panties. I opened my eyes, and saw Mike walking towards us again.

I was furious. I was really turned on, and this was the second time Mike had interrupted us. I noticed briefly, that the players had already taken the field, and the band was about to play the national anthem. I reached under the blanket and quickly put my clothes to right. I then began to get up, as Mike made it to us.

"Mom wants to know if you want anything to eat.""No I don't. Why do you keep coming over here?"

"Dad told me to."

Jeff touched my arm, and looked at me in that calm down look. I was still mad but I relaxed some. Jeff pulled Mike to the side, and whispered in his ear. Mike looked at Jeff, and then at me, and walked away with a smile on his face.

"What did you tell him", I asked, some anger in my voice, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"Not what you think apparently", Jeff said with a smile. "I told him if he doesn't bother us again, he can say we ate whatever he wants, and keep the money.

"Did he agree?"

"We aren't gonna see him again until we head for the van.

We stayed standing while the national anthem played, and then sat back down on the blanket. I gave Jeff a coy smile, laid back down, and pulled the blanket over us. This time though, I undid my own jeans, and actually pushed my jeans and panties to bellow my knees. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, but everyone was oblivious to us. Our whole group was pretty much paired off if you know what I mean.

Jeff immediately began where he left off, and I was still turned on, and wet. He used his thumb on my clit, and used another finger to enter me. By this point, I felt hollow inside, and craved something to fill me, and the finger felt amazing. I rarely put anything up inside me when masturbating, so this was really setting me off. Shocks began shooting down my leg, and I realized I was on the verge of a very intense orgasm. I grabbed Jeff's arm, and pulled it up, and across me, which had the effect of pulling him down on top of me. I immediately realized that Jeff had done the same thing I had done, and his pants and underpants were below his knees too. I couldn't take it. I let his arm go, reached down between us, and positioned him to enter me. He pushed forward smoothly, entering me in one motion.

God! I couldn't believe how good it felt. It felt like he was pushing against my stomach from the inside. Shocks shot all over my body, and I lost control of myself. I reached behind him, and pushed him against me harder, trying to get him deeper. He began thrusting into me really slowly, almost painfully slow. It wasn't long before I went over the edge, and it was so powerful, I couldn't breath, all my muscles just locked up, and it was nothing like when I masturbated. I wasn't in control at all. Also, as Jeff kept thrusting into me, it kept getting stronger until my throat hurt from constricting. I was able to force my throat open enough to gasp for air, and it was lucky that at the same time, our team did something good (I never found out what) and the cheers drowned out my gasp for air. After that I could breath again, but it was still so strong. I remember my nipples being so hard they hurt when Jeff rubbed over them with his thrusting. Then I felt Jeff push harder into me as I felt him seem to swell inside, and I could feel him cumming inside me.

Only then did I think about the fact that we hadn't used any kind of protection.

I had a moment of panic, and I think Jeff saw that. I think that he realized what we had done, and done without, right then.

He rolled off me, and we just laid there looking in each others eyes. I could feel a tear roll down my face, and he just wiped it away, and kissed my face. I didn't know what to say, and neither did he. I reached down to pull up my panties, and pants, and smelled that telltale smell of fresh sex. I motioned for Jeff to pull up his pants, and after he did, I opened up the blanket to air it out. There was a slight breeze, so it didn't take long for the smell to dissipate, but there was a wet spot on the blanket with a little blood mixed in!

I reached for the Coke, quickly took a sip, and then "accidentally" spilled it on the blanket, right over the wet spot. Jeff watched me do it, and started laughing at my ingenuity. People around us looked and then started laughing too, thinking that Jeff was laughing at me because I spilled my Coke. I rolled up the blanket, and we watched the rest of the game sitting on the grass, arm in arm.

My parents met us after the game, and they weren't any the wiser. I told mom that I would wash the blanket, because I accidentally spilled Coke on it, and she said that was nice of me.

Thank God I didn't get pregnant, and Jeff and I never did it without protection again. Mike made out, pocketing almost $25 that game. Unfortunately, our team lost, and we never went to make out hill again.

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