There was a big game in Utah this past Friday—BYU vs. Utah. Naturally, as a BYU student, I couldn’t miss it! The energy in the stadium was incredible, with both sides cheering loudly.

I ended up sitting with my friends in a section that was near some Ute fans. One of whom—a UVU student—caught my eye early in the game. He had this confident, almost cocky smile and kept glancing my way. At first, I thought it was just some friendly rivalry, but as the game progressed, his attention became more obvious. He moved a little closer, striking up casual conversation during the quieter moments.

During the second quarter, he ended up sitting just a seat away from me. The game was heating up, and the crowd roared with every play. There was something thrilling about the mix of playful banter and the unspoken tension between us. As the excitement built, I suddenly felt his hand brush against mine on the armrest. It seemed innocent enough at first, but then his touch lingered...

By halftime, his hand found its way to my lower back as he leaned in to say something about the game. It sent a spark through me, though I tried to focus on what was happening on the field. As the second half began, he grew bolder. I felt his fingers lightly graze my thigh, lingering for just a moment too long to be an accident. My breath caught..

As the minutes ticked by, his hand slid higher , resting on my ass before giving a playful squeeze. I froze for a second, unsure of how to react. But when he glanced at me with a smirk, I felt a rush I wasn’t expecting. I smiled back of course..

Later during the game, I couldn’t think straight. He finally got involved with some friends again and with one final effort, he reached over and groped my tits. It was like electricity coursing down to my pussy. It felt amazing. Unfortunately he continued to catch up with some friends ended up turning away and returning to his section... winking as he walked away.

Now here I was. Back to sitting alone. Apart from my friends who all had their Boyfriends.. but alone in the stands watching the last quarter of the game. And as everyone knew. It dragged on.so I had to.. I just had to. I cuddled up. Under my blanket. And during the intense last quarter of the game. I just fingered myself. It was cold. It was awkward not to be obvious. I was reaching through damp panties, just trying to relieve myself. And man did I cum hard... I went home shaking. I couldn't tell if it was just from the cold or from what I had just done.