After watching this beautiful, naked girl in action, what she did when left alone was simply too funny

Football camp was a grueling three-week period. Starting, typically, the second week of August it is you and 100 other gorillas full of D-Bol and Testosterone looking to earn their position on the starting varsity team. For the first week your only interaction with the opposite sex, if you're lucky, may be an athletic trainer, which, at my school, were the equivalent of band geeks - awkward, thin and homely.

We would eagerly await the arrival of the women's soccer team but, as is the case, they tend to be mostly attracted to the guys on the men's soccer team.

Two weeks into training camp Freshman year, I was sitting with some fellow teammates at our cafeteria lunch table when Stan, a fellow wide receiver from a nearby town, shared that he was sneaking a female friend into the dorms to "release some energy." He proceeded to brag about the girl's bedroom demeanor as "loud and full of energy!"

"You know, you guys should watch," he said.
"What," said a place kicker from Columbia, "she's into that?"
"No, but you can watch from the closet," suggested Stan.


Our dated dorm rooms contained two large closets on both side of the entrance stretching from floor to ceiling and could easily hold three to four people. They had sliding track doors that, if cracked slightly open could easily give you a full view of the entire room.

Not that we didn't have our fill of pornography. It was easy to find a teammate with a VCR and 20-50 tapes – the thing was there was no opportunity to release – if you get my drift. You bunked with up to two other teammates, showered in open stalls with 10-15 teammates. You simply did not want to be the guy that got caught beating his meat or risk being labeled for life. Guys have quit the team before due to the relentless ribbing by teammates. Pornography aside, this was an opportunity to watch a real girl in action.

"I'm in," said Randall, the kicker.
"Not that I want to see your naked ass in action," I said, "what the hell. Sure."
"Yeah, ok," said Reggie, a punter from another nearby town.
"When's she coming?" asked Eric, my roommate.


Stan proceeded to share with us his plan. We would all hang out in his room after our 7PM team meeting. She should be there by 9. We had a 10PM curfew, which was perfect because it gave Stan an excuse to get to work quickly to get her out inside of an hour.

We sat in his room bragging about our high school football accolades when we heard the phone ring in the hallway (pre cell phone days). Stan picked up and shot us the old thumbs up indicating that is was her. She was at the corner convenience store and he was going down to an emergency exit to sneak her in. We proceeded to the closets.

Stan was a good looking guy, and we had high hopes based on his physical description of her. Not that it would have mattered. The athletic trainers were starting to look like super models by now. Anyway, the kickers were in one closet, Eric and I were in the other. The closet doors cracked only about an inch with us neatly stacked one head over the other.

"Don't get a hard on you fag," I whispered to Eric. He was very close behind me. Almost too close for comfort.
"I can't promise anything," he joked. At least I hoped he was joking.

We heard the door open. Stan was explaining that his roommate quit and he had the room all to himself until his full time roommate moved in after football camp.

Behind him was the girl. She was very attractive. Long black hair, tall and fit. We were in for a show! And what a show it was! Inside of 10 minutes, Stan and his lady friend were all over each other. Occasionally Stan would shoot a thumbs up towards one of the closets before taking a generous squeeze of the girl's rear end or her breasts. Stan made quick work of her clothing and in a few more minutes they were buck naked on the bed. Stan's description of his friend's sexual prowess was very accurate. I was impressed realizing that I was watching an 18 year old girl with the moves and mouth of a porn star.

"Tell me you love cock," Stan shouted.
"I love cock," she moaned.
"Who's cock do you love?" Stan asked.
"Your cock!" she screamed.


Stan gave a quick glance towards the closet with a grin from ear to ear.

"Get on top of me," Stan suggested.
The two rolled over and she took an on-top position. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her long black hair loudly moaning in ecstasy. At this point Stan was holding on for dear life.

"I want to blow you," she suggested.
"Yeah, I love when you do that," said Stan.
I MUST blow you!" she screamed. She was into it.


Stan only lasted a minute more before she finished him off.

The two lay next to one another completely nude except for their socks when Stan got up, wrapped himself in a towel and let the girl know he had to go to the bathroom to clean up.

WHAT, I thought, he's going to leave her here by herself with us in the closet? It took everything I had to keep myself from laughing while witnessing the antics. Was he crazy? Obviously, he was. As he was walking out he shot a glance over to our closet and winked. Bastard! Was he going to come back? What were we going to do? There wasn't a sound in the room. No music, no TV – nothing. Silence.

My roommate was behind me poking me in the side trying to make me laugh or flinch. So we sat there and watched a beautiful, naked 18 year old girl sit there in the buff staring at the ceiling when suddenly she lifted her leg in the air and let the biggest, loudest, longest man fart rip in the silence of the "empty" dorm room!

That did it. Both closets erupted in laughter and I felt Eric fall forward on top of me. The closet door ripped from its track and, with a loud thunderous crash, slammed onto the linoleum floor with me and all 250lbs of Eric on top of me. The other closet sprang open as the kickers ran out of the room.

I desperately attempted to get up but I had to wait for Eric to literally get off of my back. He dashed out the door and I stood up looking the petrified visitor right in the eye before jetting out of the room. Behind me I heard the screams of anger and disgust – STAN, YOU FUCKER!