On The Gridiron

Sue Prescott was to all appearances an ordinary suburban housewife. She was five foot ten and blonde with large full breasts and wide hips. Her legs were long and toned and her waist was trim. Sue worked out four times a week at the local gym and ran every morning to keep her body in shape. She lived in a big duplex with a nice green yard in the center of a very middle class neighborhood. Sue had two kids, drove a mini-van, worked from home as an internal auditor for one of the big companies in the city and was married to a man named Bernie. He drove a pickup truck and worked as foreman on a road construction crew. Her life was fairly idyllic and she and Bernie got along well even after ten years of marriage. Most of the time she was happy with her lot in life, except for the bad times. Sue supposed all marriages had their problems and went through rough times. Unlike so many people she had a name for her bad times.Football season. From the first kick off of the college seas

Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina had seen her she was drunk and so down the old woman feared she would try to harm herself. The young woman with her must be something quite special, but she was married and that was sure to cause her favorite more heartbreak. Trina rarely took a hand in any of her goddaughters’ lives, but Christa was special. Her mother had been Trina’s first lover and the old woman felt a special bond with the small butch.Rita came in and interrupted her meditation. The short black woman with flaming red hair and more piercings than Trina cared to count ran the shop during the evenings when the clientele changed from respectab

Tuesday blended into Wednesday as the snow continued and Sue’s depression grew. Thursday dawned, clear and cold, and her spirits lifted a bit when she realized the kids would be home.Since their ‘welcome back’ fuck, Bernie’s interest in her seemed to have flagged again, and Sue counted it a blessing. For better or worse, she realized now that no man’s touch would ever do anything except make her skin crawl. Coming to grips with being gay hadn’t been as traumatic as she had always expected, though. The knowledge kind of snuck up on her, but she didn’t doubt it anymore. The difference in the way her body reacted to Christa’s touch and to Bernie’s made it glaringly obvious that her body had accepted it, even if her brain was behind the times.Her workday went by in a flash and she was pleasantly surprised to find only light traffic on way home. Her heart lifted when she pulled onto her street and saw her moth