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Caimans is that Morgan could get tickets to any home game that she wanted,
and the first one that she wanted to go to was against the Red Oaks, a smaller
team. And out of everyone she knew, she wanted her dad to be the first person
that she brought to a game.
    So Morgan and her Dad settled
into their seats just above the Caimans bench. They could see the whole field
from there and had a great view of the players. Morgan had never been a true
football fan, but she could not help but feed off of the excitement that
permeated throughout the stands. Every fan was on his or her feet, screaming at
the top of their lungs, and Morgan and her dad joined right in.
    But every time Morgan looked up
at the scoreboard, a little bit of nervousness wriggled in her stomach like a
ball of worms. The Caimans were tied with the Red Oaks, but Morgan knew that
Brent Larson would be watching the scoreboard, too. In fact, he had seen her in
the stands when the players first came out. Every now and then, when he would
be on the sidelines, he would turn and smile at her knowingly. Morgan tried to
hide it, but whenever Brent looked at her, a shock of arousal would coarse
through her veins. Her skin felt hot, her bra tightened as her breasts swelled,
and she would blush a deep crimson.
    Now, the score was tied 21-21
and the Caimans had the ball. There were only 2 minutes left in the final
quarter and Morgan knew that Brent Larson would be doing everything in his
power to make sure that he scored the winning touchdown.
    To her left, Morgan's father was
jumping and cheering on the team. The Caimans had been his favorite team since
before Morgan's birth 22 years ago, and this was his first live game. To her
right, a coworker was doing the same, cheering on the team that wrote the
paychecks. But Morgan stood still and stoic as her heart raced. She watched the
team set up for a play, the play that would certainly win them the game. The
running back number 93 stood on the field, crouched and ready to spring into
action. Larson turned his head slightly and looked over in Morgan's direction,
and if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that he winked at her.
    "Down! Set! Hike!"
    The ball was snapped to the
quarterback and Larson sprang forward, running as fast as his thick, muscular
legs could take him. Morgan watched him run, and in her mind's eye, she saw his
long, thick, naked legs standing idle in the locker room all those weeks ago.
Morgan shook her head and the crowd seemed to fall into a hush when the
quarterback launched the football into the air.
    Every eye on the stadium,
including Morgan's, watched as the ball flew high and long, and landed gently
into Larson's open, waiting arms.
    The crowd burst into screams as
Larson ran as though his life depended on it. Morgan watched with baited
breath, her heartbeat seemingly sprinting in time with the rhythm of his
footsteps. All around her, the crowd cheered and tumbled over each other, but
Morgan stood still, shocked, even though she shouldn't be.
    "Touchdown, Caimans!"
the announcers cried out over the din of sound.
    The fans joyously tumbled over
one another in victory. The rest of the players rushed the field in victory and
Larson was lost in a sea of teammates. Morgan's eyes searched for him, but she
did not find him until he was lifted onto the shoulders of some defensive
linemen. Larson pulled off his helmet and grinned widely, holding up both the
gold and orange helmet and the brown pigskin that had won him the victory.
    Morgan stood next to her father
and cheered along, though her stomach and heart could not agree on whether she
was nervous and anxious, or if she was excited. Larson dropped to the ground
and ran to the stands, hoisting himself up on the metal poles that separated
the fans from the players.
    He looked right in Morgan's
eyes, even though he was being rushed by joyous fans, all desperate to touch
the man who won them the game. But his eyes, those blue eyes that one could