[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)
[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)
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It truly didn’t take long for the tension between Drew and I to reach a boiling point. We continued to text and tease each other throughout the next week. We took every opportunity to lay hands on one another. Whenever Drew was sure no one was looking, her hand would find my bulge and give a squeeze; whenever I was sure no one was watching, my hand would cup her ass or tit.
It became our little version of the Penis Game, that junior-high distraction that saw kids gradually say the word “penis” louder and louder, trying to be the one that could say it loudest and clearest without getting in trouble. Drew and I kept fondling each other and teasing, until we couldn’t take it anymore: The night of the homecoming football game.
In small town Texas, high school football is religion. Homecoming was an enormous production, with all the pomp and circumstance of a professional game. This year, our opponent was to be our most hated rival, a team from a town just across the interstate. Whenever we clashed, the atmosphere was electric, and it was doubly so for homecoming. It was as if the whole town went crazy for one night.
The day of the game–Friday–I showed up to school to receive a shock. Drew walked into the choir classroom, where we all gathered before the first bell of the day, with a mum pinned to her shirt. For those unfamiliar with the tradition, mums are enormous, showy faux-flowers that were given out as invitation to the homecoming dance. Seeing Drew wearing a mum was a shock–after all this, she’s going to the homecoming dance with someone else? My eyes caught hers, and she moved toward me, but I left the room. We didn’t speak until that night, at the game.
As usual at our homecoming game, the lines for entry began to form just after school released for the afternoon. The homecoming carnival surrounded the stadium, and everyone enjoyed themselves while waiting for the gates to open, two hours prior to kickoff. I stood in line, ready to grab the seats our group claimed as ours: student section, top row, corner seats. When the gates finally opened, I found my way there and settled in to wait. The crowd filled the stands, and one by one our friends showed. When Drew showed, I got my second shock of the day.
Escorting her up to our seats was Grant, a skinny rail of a theater kid. Grant was a friend and I’d never had a problem with him, but I felt an instant stab of jealousy. They joined us at our stadium-top perch, and Drew caught my eyes again. We made small-talk until as the fans poured in around us and night fell. I was exquisitely aware of the shade of blue my balls were. By the time the game started, Drew was pressed in next to me, with Grant on her other side.
It was a chilly fall night, perfect for football. As our lead over our opponent rose, the temperature fell, until we found ourselves huddling under the blankets the smarter ones among us had brought. Halftime came, and Grant–who had been quiet most of the game–went to get concessions at Drew’s request. I took the opportunity to ask, calmly, what the fuck was going on.
“Aww, are you jealous? That’s sweet,” Drew teased.
“C’mon girl, you’ve been all over my dick–*literally*–for weeks now. What gives?” I replied.
“You want to know the truth?”
“Obviously.”
“I just wanted the mum.”
“Seriously? That’s *lame!*” I laughed.
“No one’s ever asked me to homecoming! It’s fucking senior year, sue me if I wanted to get the full experience for once,” she said, offended.
“So why not just go with me?” I asked.
“To see the look on your face,” Drew said coyly, that impish light returning to her eyes. “And I wasn’t disappointed….”
“You’re evil.”
“Aww, how can I make it up to you?” she cooed. “I have some ideas.” She leaned back against me under the blanket we shared, nestling her head into the hollow between my cheek and shoulder. I put my arm around her and almost by instinct placed my hand on her tit. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she murmured.
*No games this time,* I thought, sliding my hand toward her waistband. I felt her body respond as she arched her back and softly moaned. My fingers found the button on her jeans and unhooked it. I lowered her zipper and slipped my hand inside to feel the soft cotton panties inside. Drew shuddered and moaned again.
“Oh. Hey guys.” I took my eyes away from the field–where I’d been gazing blankly, instead preferring to pay attention to where my fingers were–and saw Grant was returning with our concessions.
“*Get rid of him,*” I whispered.
“H-Hey Grant!” Drew said, carefully keeping her voice steady. I slipped my fingers inside her panties and felt the warm, soft, clean-shaven skin of her pussy beneath. “Um… Thanks for the drinks. I’m feeling a little tired….” My fingers spread her lips. She was soaking wet. Her hips quivered slightly as I traced her lips with the tip of my middle finger. She barely held in another moan.
“Oh. Well, do you want me to take you home?” Grant said, looking confused.
“No, no. I think we’re *good*.” On the last word, I placed my finger on her clit. Her hips jerked slightly and she bit her lip as I began to slowly massage. Grants eyes narrowed, then went wide.
“Great. See you tomorrow then,” he said curtly, then turned and went back down the stands as quickly as he’d come.
“*Oh* That wasn’t nice, you know… *mmm*” Drew said.
”He had to go.” My fingers massaged faster.
“We could’ve been–*oh fuck*–nicer about it, though,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice low. Her breath came in short gasps and she pressed against me as her hips gently moved in time with my fingers.
“You want evil?” I said. My fingers found either side of her clit and pinched softly. Drew gasped and shuddered.
“Oh please be nice to me,” she whispered.
I slipped a finger into her and she bit her lip to stop from gasping with pleasure. Alternating between fingering her and playing with her clit, it didn’t take long for Drew to come. She closed her eyes and her nails bit deep into my forearm as she held on for dear life, not daring to make a sound in the crowded stadium.
“Mmph,” was the only sound that escaped her, breathy and barely audible. Then she craned her neck to look up at me. That light was still in her eyes as she said the most exciting word I’d heard all night:
“More.”
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“More.”