My New Girlfriend Ch. 02

Tonight, she wore a pair of booty shorts, her perfect round ass cheeks hanging out the bottom, that normally would be the subject of attention from every male behind her for a thousand yards.

And that was all she wore.

Well, I should clarify, she was wearing body paint across her torso and her face, colored in the red, white and blue of the Pats, their logo painted carefully by yours truly across her breasts. It wasn't masterful, but it didn't need to be. She bent down and gave me a thorough greeting kiss, then plopped down sideways on my lap.

"Uh, hey Courtney," said Rich. Stu just gaped in silence. I knew how it was. Even if you'd seen those boobs a hundred times, you couldn't help but marvel. The body paint even created a bizarre illusion like she was clothed, which made it feel like you could stare without being a pig.

Not that Courtney minded us staring. If anything, she drank in the attention like a potted plant soaking in water.

"Heya boys. Drew talk to you about the bet yet?" she asked.

"I was in the middle of it, but I don't think they were into it. Sorry, babe."

"Aww, OK. Well I guess I'll see you some other time." She pouted, then made to stand up.

"Wait wait wait – where you going? C'mon, stick around," Stu implored her.

She paused as I spoke. "Well as I was saying, you spot me a seven-point advantage, and Courtney here hangs out for the rest of the game. Giants lose by eight or more, and I not only make good my debt, but Courtney joins us for every game for the rest of the season."

Suddenly, this was a thing worth considering. My girlfriend smiled brightly at them, thrusting her chest out to sweeten the deal. We let them ogle her for a good thirty seconds before I cleared my throat to wake them out of their stupor.

"Oh fuck it, let's do it," said Stu. Rich agreed only a moment later. Courtney squealed and did a few excited jumps to show her glee.

"You won't regret it, we promise," she said, settling back into my lap, angling herself so her best side was on full display for them.

"Indeed. You guys need anything – beer, snacks, shoulder rub, whatever – just tell her and she'll make it happen. Right, babe?"

"Mmm, right babe."

"Blowjob?" Stu asked almost immediately.

"Keep it in your pants, buddy." Stu settled for the shoulder rub, and Rich took his turn during the second quarter. ("Wife can't complain if I'm not the one doing the touching, eh?")

During halftime, Courtney coyly asked if it'd be all right if she got in a quick workout, as she hadn't had time earlier what with getting the place ready for company. So instead of listening to a bunch of paunchy has-beens discuss the highlights, our halftime show was my buxom, topless girlfriend doing aerobics. It was a good thing we only had fifteen minutes to wait or I'm pretty sure Stu's erection would have exploded out of his pants.

During the third quarter, Courtney sprawled out on the rug with her back to us and finished her workout with the aid of a thigh master. I had to wonder if I'd been wrong about her best side. By the fourth quarter, she was so genuinely sexually frustrated from all the ogling and preening that she curled back up in my lap and ground her ass into my crotch, whispering in my ear all the things she couldn't wait to do to me.

She was such an amazing girlfriend that I'd been hardly paying attention to the game, and was surprised to find out we'd won the bet on a forty-yard field goal with under two minutes to go. The guys didn't even grumble when they forked over the dough.

"Best bet I ever lost," said Rich.

"Hey, don't sweat it. And you know what, if it's OK with you guys, maybe we'll have Courtney join us for game night on the regular."

"More than fine by me," said Stu. Rich voiced his agreement, but I couldn't wait any more. A sharp tug, and the stitching in her shorts gave. I threw the flimsy fabric to the side and went to shove Courtney over the arm of the couch, only she was draping herself over it before I could.

I don't know if or how long the guys watched us fuck, and I didn't care. Courtney had just made me five hundred bucks, put me on top of the social ladder, and was now doing what she did best – throwing every inch of her body and every piece of her soul into getting me off without a second thought to anything but pleasing and obeying. And me, I couldn't remember being happier in a relationship before in my life.

Was I falling in love? Or was this something else?