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"YOU BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU HAVE DROPPED THAT FUCKING BALL!!! IT WAS RIGHT AT THE NUMBERS!" Was what Georgette wanted to say.

"AH!" was all that came out!

You see Georgette loved football. Actually lusted is a better word. College, Professional, even Canadian if there was nothing else to watch. From August to January, she would be glued to the TV watching.

This Sunday had been excessively hard on her. Her beloved Redskins were tied with the Forty-Niners and she could not stand it. It was not the actually disliked the Forty-Niners, she could careless. It was that fact that the Forty-Niners were about to be a spoiler and knock the 'Skins out of the playoffs. Unless they scored.

One minute left in the over time and the score was tied at 14. Neither team had any timeouts left. Georgette was at the edge of her seat. Her heart was pounding and Ted, her husband, was pounded. It had been a rough game.

A quick pass to the sidelines, COMPLETE. Georgette jumped out of her seat, her arm raised above her head, exposing the bottom of her breasts. Ted noticed but Georgette did not. In the same instant, she seamed "ASSHOLE, YOU DID NOT GET OUT OF BOUNDS AND YOU ONLY GOT THREE YARDS!" and plopped back into her seat with a cute pout on her face. Ted noticed, but Georgette did not.

Forty seconds and a little less then a long way to go.
Draw Play and a first down! Georgette screamed and jumped up and down. Ted noticed the way her breasts bounce when she bounced; Georgette did not.

Thirty seconds and another quick hitter to the sidelines. Incomplete! DAMN! But, at least the clock stopped with 20 seconds. Georgette sat back down and stared intensely at the TV. She had a wild, almost animal lust look in her eyes. Ted noticed; Georgette was not aware. End-around, a gain of 25 and the back got out of bounds. Georgette danced. Ted watched her firm round ass move seductively and her breasts sway to her graceful and jubilant dance. Georgette was oblivious to her surroundings. However, the 'Skins were not in field goal range yet.

Ten seconds, a 15-yard pass over the middle. COMPLETE. Georgette jumped straight out of her chair and both breasts popped out of her shirt. Ted smiled!

A quick dropped pass with 3 seconds left and the clock stopped. So did Georgette's heart. However Ted's was still beating hard (not to mention ... er ... nevermind)!

The field goal unit came on the field. It was going to be a long kick. The longest of this young kicker's carrier. The crowd was on their feet and deathly quiet. The air was still! Every heart in the stadium was still. You could have heard a ball-needle drop.

The snap was high but catchable. Georgette squeaked with despair. The holder got the ball down and the kick was a way. Two seconds -- the ball cleared the line and sailed toward the goal post. One second -- Georgette was on her knees, as if she was bearing her soul to the pigskin god! Ted was also saying his prayers that the kick was good, but for other reasons. Up it sailed, end over end. The tension was immense. The ball was building to it climax. Close and closer. Would it make it? Would they score? Would the ball split the uprights? Georgette lips were wet. Ted watched her ass with a hard intensity. Her ass wave at him as Georgette kneeled in from of him.

No time left and the ball was still sailing threw the air. It was hard to tell. The ball grew closer, Closer, CLOSER. And it was ... It was ...

GOOD!

Georgette lost it. She screamed, danced, and fell on her husband with wild abandon. She kissed him with such intensity that she could not stop. She lost all control. The emotions and pent up energy from the game came to a head. She almost tore Ted's clothes off him. Hers were thrown over the ceiling fan. The room looked like a locker room with clothes everywhere.

Georgette tackled him with the force of a linebacker. Like all ecstatic fans, she climbed on to the goal post. Ted drove into her line. This was no broken play, no fumble. This was grinding ground game in the rain. Hard fought, dirty, with a lot of grunting, cursing, and screaming. Head to head they went, nose to nose, up the middle sex.

Then the long bomb. Georgette stretched to catch and then fell into the end zone. Complete! TOUCHDOWN! No extra point was needed!

Georgette collapsed, too drained even to dance in the end zone. She laid on top of Ted who smiled and gently whispered into Georgette's ear.

"Damn! I love football."