“Relax, I got them to put a bottle of water in it that hadn’t been refrigerated,” he winked, taking a big draw on his straw. Lucky bastard.
Within minutes, the players were out and there was a lot of posturing going on. They were hugging, smacking each other on the back, hitting shoulders… and then it all started. There was a coin toss and some of the people watching seemed to be happy with who’d won it, but I couldn’t figure it out so I just nodded my head. I didn’t want to look like that chick – the one who’d just come along to be with the hot guy. I mean, granted that was part of it, but the other part was to experience the game.
And that’s when it got interesting on the field. All the players bent over facing each other like a group of Sumo wrestlers wearing helmets and padding, and then I swear to God – one of them bent over and stuck his ass in the guy's face behind him. Glancing over at Levi with my eyes wide, I pointed with my massive hand at it like what the fuck?
Bursting out laughing, he pulled me so that my back was against my seat again. “It’s meant to happen, dork.”
What the hell does he do next, fondle the dude’s balls? Although, just to say, if that’s what happened I was totally ok with that. I wasn’t expecting it, but it would definitely be memorable, that’s for sure.
Lily stuck her hand in front of me, recording what was going on. “It’s a charity game,” she yelled over the roaring of the crowd around us. “I’m recording parts of it for the charity to put on their website.” Skimming over the crowd, I could see at least forty journalists and numerous professional cameras trained on what was going on. Pointing them out to her, she leaned in as everyone roared. “Yeah, but they want a spectator’s point of view, so I said I’d do it for them.”
Fair enough. Settling back, I watched as the game played out. Players running this way and back that way, knocking other ones down, kicking the ball, running like their lives depended on it (although, with the size of the dude behind him, I can’t say I blamed one particular guy). And each time they crossed a line or kicked the egg through the H, a buzzer went and people went wild. I might not have understood the finer points of the game, but I was enjoying the hell out of it. In fact, when I got home, I was going to look up the different teams and pick one to follow.
Still watching, I picked up my big ass cup and was about to take a mouthful of my drink, but – and as embarrassing as it is to admit it – I sucked at sucking right now. Sucking through a straw hurt my throat because of the pulling and tightening of my throat muscles. Fuck it, even in my head that sounds filthy, but there was no other way to phrase it.
Feeling my cheeks burning, I pulled the lid off and placed it on my knee, ignoring the look that Levi was giving me.
Apparently he wasn’t too good at reading signals and body language, though. “I would give a thousand dollars to know what was making your cheeks that color.”
No, trust me, you wouldn’t.
Just as I was raising it up to take a mouthful of water, I lowered it and reached for some of the napkins that Lily had placed between us when she’d sat down. Apparently, it wasn’t unusual for things to spill at games – especially when things got rowdy and arms were flying around – so she’d come prepared. Seeing as how the rim of the cup was wide, it would be just my luck that I’d take a mouthful and tip it down myself.
Holding the napkins under my chin this time, and mentally patting myself on the back for being so conscientious and protecting myself from potential embarrassment, I tipped the cup up and opened my mouth just as something happened on the field and everyone jumped up and started screaming around me.
Almost like it was happening in slow motion, Lily’s arm swung out knocking the cup in my hand, and shooting some of the contents onto Levi’s crotch as he stood up cheering with everyone else.
Looking down and seeing the spreading wet patch over his dick, he growled, “What the hell?”
And this, folks, this is why we have voices – to talk our way out of situations like this. To apologize like nice people do, blame it on the twat beside them who was still jumping up and down, totally oblivious to what had happened. Not that Lily was a twat, it had been an accident and all that, so she was just a little bit of one.