MICHIGAN STATE vs. SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
Joe D.
Ferndale, Michigan

I've only shared this story with a few close friends, but since I'm now divorced, there's no consequences for me telling about a memorable day during my junior year at Michigan State University. It was 1987 and Michigan State opened its season with a Labor Day game against USC and their Heisman Trophy candidate Rodney Peete.

I was working my way through school as a waiter at a hotel restaurant. One of my last tables that morning had a couple of big time USC boosters, their beautiful trophy wives and their stunning college-age daughters. As I took care of the table I overheard the mother of one of the girls tell her that the waiter was very cute. The daughter was a stunner: 5'1", about 105 lbs., with a tight athletic build, thin waist and pert breasts that pressed up against her USC T-shirt in a way that would make any guy turn and take a second glance. Her face was beautiful and was framed by her shoulder-length hair. The quintessential California blonde!

I made small talk with the table and bantered about the outcome of the game. When it came time to pay, one of the fathers invited me to their tailgate. I accepted and was introduced to the table, including the daughter, an 18-year-old freshman at USC.

When I arrived at the tailgate, the boosters greeted me and introduced me as their young friend from MSU. I sought out the daughter, who seemed equally pleased to see me. We spent the afternoon drinking, talking and flirting. As kickoff approached, we agreed to meet at the tailgate after the game. Michigan State won 27 to 13, but there was still more scoring on USC to come! After the game, I met her and her parents at the tailgate. We moved on to a nearby pub, but the crowd inside was a bit young for USC booster and his wife so they decided to walk back to the hotel. They asked if I would make sure that their daughter made it back safely. I gladly accepted the responsibility! As soon as her parents walked out the door, she kissed me on the cheek. I turned and we embraced, passionately kissing and pressing our bodies together. She then whispered into my ear, "I want to make love with you."

It was a three-block walk to my house, which I shared with 11 other people. Luckily, it was empty and we escaped to my basement room. Our clothes were off in a heartbeat and I felt as if I was standing in front of an angel. She was as perfect a woman as I have ever seen! We explored each other's bodies, kissed, licked and caressed. We then had the most passionate sex I had ever experienced. She was energetic, her body was athletic and she was tighter than any woman I had ever been inside. She was like a young porn star letting it all hang out! As we lay exhausted after hours of play, she looked at the clock, which said 3 a.m. We both knew she had to go. We got dressed and I walked her back to the hotel. We passionately kissed knowing the fun we shared and that we would never see each other again.

After graduation I moved west to San Francisco. One Friday night I was in my apartment when I heard the USC fight song outside my window. I looked outside and there was the USC marching band filing out of the nearby Clift Hotel onto the street. I jumped up and went searching for my angel from USC. As I walked into the lobby, there she was, as beautiful as ever, wearing a USC cheerleading uniform. As our eyes met she smiled, and after her routine she ran to me and gave me a hug and a kiss. We made arrangements for her to meet me for a drink an hour later. The drink ended up being a bottle of fine California cabernet up in my apartment followed by a night of passion. She confessed that I was her first that night in East Lansing. She had obviously learned some nice tricks since. It was some of the most incredible sex one could ever imagine!

It has been 14 years since and our paths haven't crossed, but I will never forget my USC cheerleader. I have even found myself cheering for the Trojans, and for some reason, that fight song seems to turn me on! If my Spartans are lucky enough to make it to the Rose Bowl this year and USC goes for three in a row, I will be there looking for a certain ex-cheerleader. We have some catching up to do!