Playing Football

Christine and I met in high school.

I played third string in the Rocket High School football team and sat on the far end of the bench watching her with blue, white and gold pom-poms and the prettiest legs I ever saw on a lady.

She kicked them in unison with the rest of the squad. Those black and white shoes went way up past her head and I was the only one with a front row seat to view the pleasure hidden beneath a pleated skirt that blossomed like a pumpkin down over her hips.

She had big fat lips, just like mine.

I wondered if people called her ‘nigger lips’ too.

Christine was the only girl in school worth kissing.

Her lips matched mine.

She only smiled at me all those years.

Having big lips was not as glamorous as being first string quarterback.

Christine deserved to be homecoming queen and date someone as fast and precise as the quarterback.

She was so pretty.

We may have never kissed, but she cheers for me still.