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This story was first posted in August 1998 by me under a diferent name. Since
then I has moved on with my life. I have moved in with my girlfriend, moved to
a new town, and got a new job. I feel that a change in pen name is appropriate.
The Two Birds and a Bloke Series
1. "Housewarming Party"
2. "Sunday Lunch"
3. "Physical Education"
4. "The Football Match"
5. "After the Match"
Revison 1.2
Origional posted in August 1998
Comments can be sent to nobby.nobbs@virgin.net
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age of 18
(in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read this in your country,
then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes for people who are offended by
this type of material. No-one if forcing you to read it, if you don't like it,
don't read it.
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images
that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time to
time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes from the
Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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The Football Match
A Two Birds and a Bloke Story
by Nobby Nobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs
Phil was a football nut, at least he had been back North. While living in
Leeds, he had been a season ticket holder at Ellend Road. He had also only
missed fifteen away games in three years.
When his job took him to London, in the middle of the football season, he had to
sell his season ticket. He hadn't been to a footy game since.
It wasn't as if there weren't teams he could go and see. Stamford Bridge, and
Chelsea's cosmopolitan team, was very close. Arsenal and Spurs were also in the
top flight. He just couldn't bring himself to go and watch 'the enemy'.
He considered going to watch one of the lower division clubs, but he missed
Leeds United. He instead contented himself watching footy on the box. He
subscribed to SKY Sports and its wealth of coverage, but still he missed his
beloved Lilly Whites.
Lisa and Nicole were also footy fans. Lisa claimed to be a Man Utd supporter,
despite not being from Manchester. Nicole didn't profess to have a favorite
team. She just liked some of the men that played. They had both got behind
England in France 98, and both been upset after the Penalty that put them out.
Neither girl could join the press in blaming Beckham. Lisa wouldn't have it
'cause he played for United, and Nicole just thought he was too cute to blame.
Phil put the blame squarely on 'Becks' young shoulders.
And so every Sunday afternoon the 3 of them would gather in Phil's lounge and
watch the eight hour footyfest on SKY Sports. Of course on Monday nights they
watched the match in the pub, but Phil was just glad to have someone to watch
with who didn't insist on telling the players, managers and referees how to do
their job. He also enjoyed sharing his love of the game with someone willing to
listen to his theories on 4-4-2 against the sweeper system.
In the first few weeks after Phil moved into the flat, his relationship with the
two girls from across the hall had been all about sex. It had now however
become one of very strong friendship. So when Phil told the girls that Leeds
were coming to play Chelsea in a few weeks, he wasn't surprised when Nicole
offered to go to the match with him. He knew Lisa wouldn't want to go, since
'The Reds' weren't playing, but he was more than happy to take Nicole along.
Phil rang one of his friends from Leeds and asked him to arrange for two tickets
to the game in the Leeds supporters end.
"Two tickets?" he friend sounded surprised.
"Yeah, two." said Phil.
"Your not planning to bring some soft southern bastard to the match are you?"
"I'm bringing a friend, yes."
"I hate southerners." his friend said.
"Trust me, you'll like this one. SHE is lovely."
"Your bringing a wench." he friend said, "My man."
"Can you get the tickets?"
"Sure. I'll get them next to me and the boys."
"See you Saturday."
Saturday came quickly, and Phil dressed himself in a Leeds top and jeans, and
called on Nicole. She answered the door dressed in jeans and a lacy white bra.
Phil admired her 38-D boobs, as he always did when he saw them. They were full,
round and a deep, rich tan colour. The way the colour of her skin contrasted
with her milky white bra was a sight to make men go weak at the knees.
"Phil," she whined, "What do I wear."
"You look just fine are you are." Phil ventured.
"Silly." giggled Nicole, then regained her composure and continued, "Aghh, what
do I wear!!"
"I can lend you a Leeds top if you want." said Phil, "We'll be surrounded by
Leeds supporters so they'll appreciate the gesture and you'll fit in."
"Like the one you've got on."
"Well last seasons version anyway. I'll run and get it."
He fetched the jersey and Nicole slid it over her head. The kit sponsor's logo
on the right, and the club badge on the left, were given prominence by their
position on Nicole's tits. The name of the clubs main sponsor was stretched
across them, just below the level of her nipples.
While Phil generally liked to wear his football gear a little baggy, the top
only just managed to contain Nicole. It was designed for men and not women
after all.
"Fits just right." said Phil, who loved the way it made Nicole's boobs look even
bigger.
"It's a bit tight." said Nicole.
"Trust me, it looks great." he said.
The two left the building and began the walk to Stamford Bridge. Phil felt
proud to be walking down the street with Nicole hanging onto his arm. He put a
spring in his step, which put a spring in Nicole's step, which in turn made her
tits bounce slightly inside Phil's footy top.
"We have to meet Tony at 'The Ferret and Spud'" said Phil, "He's got our
tickets. At least he should have, or I'll kill him."
'The Ferret and Spud' was not the most convenient pub for Stamford Bridge, being
a good quarter of an hour walk away. It was Phil's local however, and more
importantly, neutral ground. Phil had told the landlord to expect a Northern
invasion, and the landlord offered him a free drink if his mates came back after
the game and drank enough. Phil was looking forward to his free beer.
They arrived at the pub to find Phil's friends already there. He ordered a
drink for himself and Nicole, and set about greeting his mates. They all
hugged, slapped each other on the back and generally acted as macho assholes do
in this situation.
"So who's the bird?" Tony asked.
"Tony," Phil said showing off Nicole like a prize, "This is Nicole, she lives in
the flat opposite me. Her flatmate is just as stunning, but she's one of them
dodgy Man U supporters who's never been north of Watford let alone been to Old
Trafford."
Tony wasn't listening, he was transfixed by the way Nicole wore Phil's top.
"Hi," he said to her chest and offering his hand, "I'm Tony."
"Hi," said Nicole shaking his hand and moving his head upwards to face her,
"Nicole." she introduced herself, "I think this top is a bit tight. What do you
think?"
"It's great." said Tony, "Just great. What do you guys think?" he addressed the
other men in the group.
A chorus of approval followed.
"So are you two an item?" asked Tony, "Where did you find her?"
"No," said Phil, "and I already said that she lives opposite me. You probably
didn't hear me. I know you can't do anything else when looking at Nicky's tits."
"They're good aren't they." said Nicole jiggling them a little, "And they get me
out of speeding tickets."
There was barely time to finish drinks before they were leaving for the match.
Nicole was delighted with the attention she was receiving from all the men
around her. There was fifteen in the group, and they all introduced themselves
to her personally. When they got to their seats in the ground, several rows
back from the pitch, she found there was a lot of glances back in her direction.
To cap it all, as the Giant Screen showed shots of the crowed before the teams
came out, Nicole appeared twice, receiving a huge cheer from the crowd the
second time, since she chose to lift up her top, exposing her gorgeous tanned
domes against her white bra. Nicole was proud of her body, and not afraid to
show it off.
The game eventually started, and the guys settled down to watch it. They still
paid a fair bit of attention to Nicole during the lapses in the on-pitch action.
It was a cracking match, lots of action and shots at goal. Nevertheless, as
half-time approached, it was still nil-nil.
With around five minutes left in the half, Nicole turned to Phil.
"Phil. I need the loo. Do you know where they are?"
"Couldn't tell ya girl. Last time I came here they stuck us in a different
stand."
"Ohhh. I need to go now!"
"Tell you what. I'll come with you and find them. With any luck, we can get at
the front of the queue for a pie on the way back."
Phil stood and began pushing his way to the aisle. He was followed by Nicole.
As they went past people who were still trying to watch the game, they would
rise out of their seats to make it easier to get by. Still, there wasn't that
much room, and as a thank you for letting her past, Nicole maid sure that she
brushed against the gracious men with either her arse or her tits. By the time
she made it to the aisle, she was getting quite horny.
The couple made their way into the concourse underneath the stand they had been
sitting in, which housed a number of amenities, from a snack bar, to a betting
shop.
"There's the Gents." said Phil pointing. "The ladies must be close."
"It's not." said Nicole, "It's all the way down there." she pointed to the far
end.
"Better walk quick then." said Phil.
"I can't wait 'till I get down there." said Nicole sounding panicky. "I know.
If I slip in here, will you watch out for me."
"I can't be hanging around in the bogs. Will what people think."
"Well pretend your taking a long piss." said Nicole desperately.
Nicole slipped into the men's toilets, and into a cubicle. Phil went over to a
urinal, even though he had no need to. After a few minutes, during which
thankfully no-one had walked in, Phil was becoming curious as to what Nicole was
upto. He walked over to the cubicle she was in, and knocked on the door.
"Nicky." he whispered. "How much longer are you gonna be."
The door lock clicked and the door opened slightly. A long slender finger
beckoned to Phil.
"Actually, I'm done. But I want you to come here."
Phil slipped into the confined space of the cubicle.
"All day," said Nicole, "your friends have been eyeing me up."
"I'm sorry about them."
"No, don't be. I like it. There's just one problem. It's making me horny as
hell. I need to be fucked now, and your the man to do it."
"Here." said Phil, "But the whistle will have gone by now, this place will be
packed soon."
"I know." said Nicole, "I've always wanted to fuck in the gents, with people
just outside the cubicle. I'll be quiet, I promise."
"I don't know if I can stay quiet." said Phil.
Nicole took that response as a 'Yes', and reached for Phil's denims. She began
to unbutton them as quickly as she could. When they were opened wide enough,
Nicole pulled down his jeans. His boxers quickly followed. Phil's cock was
still only semi-hard when Nicole took it in her hand.
"What's wrong, afraid of getting caught?" she said.
"Nothing wrong," said Phil, "Just a little surprised that's all."
Nicole began to massage Phil's member, which was rapidly filling with blood.
With her free hand she tried to undo the button and zipper of her own jeans.
Phil moved his hands up inside her football top, found her tits and began to
flick at her nipples. He had learned over the past few weeks that this turned
Nicole on no-end. She had been know to come just because Phil and Lisa played
with her nipples.
Nicole got her jeans and panties down, and lifted a leg to rest it on the toilet
seat. This gave Phil access to her dripping pussy, and he moved into position
so that he could slip his now hard prick into her.
There were now noises coming from the other side of the cubicle, as the
supporters took advantage of the half-time break to empty their bladders.
Phil rubbed his cock over Nicole's pussy lips, teasing her. She looked at him
accusingly, and he gave in, inching his solid organ into her, until it was
buried deep inside her cunt. Slowly he began to thrust, pulling out all the way
before thrusting back in with force.
Nicole's breath became heavier, and Phil was worried that someone might hear.
He clamped a hand hard over her mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. She
looked at him shocked, and he shook his head, holding up a finger to his lips to
indicate that she should be quiet.
All the time he was thrusting into her, but the position made it difficult. He
decided he had had enough of struggling, so he pulled out of her. The look in
her eyes cried, "No, Don't STOP!", but Phil wasn't about to.
He turned Nicole around to face the wall. She understood, and rested her hands
on the wall. She still had a foot resting on the toilet bowl. Phil placed one
hand on Nicole's hip, and covered her mouth with the other. He knew she was
noisy during orgasm, and didn't want to risk the rest of the people in the room
to hearing her. He slid back into her, and found it now much easier to thrust
away. And this he did. Forcefully. He kept up a rapid pace, and with each
thrust Nicole pushed her cute ass back against him. He knew he wouldn't last
long, and when he did finally empty his load deep in Nicole's cunt, he tried to
make as little noise as possible. There were still a few people using the
toilets.
The two of them hurriedly got dressed again, which was difficult in the confined
space of the cubicle. When they were ready, Nicole gave Phil a big kiss full on
the lips.
"Thank you." she mouthed.
Phil opened the door of the cubicle and peeped out. There was just one man at
the urinals. Phil slipped out and went to the sink to wash his hands, followed
by Nicole.
The man looked at them, probably recognizing Nicole from her performance on the
giant screen before the match, and she smiled back at him. She had a healthy
just-fucked glow, and the man could tell. After washing up, and checking her
hair in the mirror, Nicole boldly walked out of the room. Phil followed her,
looking at the man by the urinal as he left and smiling. They went back to
their seats, just in time for the second half to start.
"Where have you been?" Tony asked Phil.
"Bog." said Phil.
"Well you missed a cracking goal. Just before half time."
"Fuck." said Phil.
Phil turned to Nicole and whispered, "Because of you, I missed our team score."
"Sorry." said Nicole in a little girl voice.
"Don't worry," said Phil, "It was worth it."
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**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Mark G. Everitt. You may keep a copy in a personal
archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for personal use only
(Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but not the general public).
Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other appropriate
newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me you have reposted :->
This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by
anyone other than the author and copyright holder.
This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or otherwise. The
names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to
protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may or may not be based on material that
the author has or has not read, seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past,
present and/or future. Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real
or otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand....
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She'd stopped reading the kind of women's magazine that talked about
romance and knitting and started reading the kind of women's magazine that
talked about orgasms, but apart from making a mental note to have one if
ever the occasion presented itself she dismissed them as only romance and
knitting in a new form.
-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)
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