Chapter 2: Matt
Crush. Smash. Again.
The Texas heat was nothing like the cool breeze I grew up with in Michigan. There was so much sweat clinging to my balls I thought I was going to feel them float away before practice was done. I kept telling myself it was worth it, because I was a first round draft pick and my bank account was only going to get bigger if I started putting quarterbacks on their ass when the season started. The coach gave the signal again and my tired legs pushed me forward like a rocket, slamming into the tackling dummy with every bit of power I could put behind it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Texas Cowboys cheerleader squad saunter out onto the field with a lot of new recruits following them. The coach gave the signal one more time and I propelled myself forward, momentarily distracted by the long legs and tight bodies taking up formation on the sidelines.
“Eyes forward, men.” The Strength and Conditioning Coach blew his whistle. “The cheerleaders are on the last day of tryouts. It is the same thing you see every year.”
It was hard to look away. I hadn’t gotten laid since the night I was drafted to the NFL and ended things with my college girlfriend. We both knew it wasn’t forever and I wasn’t a fan of long distance relationships. I tried to channel all my pent-up testosterone begging to be released into every hit I laid on the tackling dummy. If I hadn’t been wearing a tight jock strap, it would have probably given me an erection just thinking about watching the opposing quarterback crumble underneath one of my hits. It was my first year, but the starter got hurt and I was going to have a spot on the defensive line if I impressed Coach Dawson. I made that my mission. Pussy could wait. There would always be plenty of pussy for a starter in the NFL. The important thing was getting there.
Crush. Smash. Again.
SPRING TRAINING ENDED and our first preseason game was approaching fast. No matter how much time I spent on the field, there was a certain new cheerleader named Mia that had caught my attention when I wasn’t practicing. She didn’t seem to be as stuck up as the rest of the new girls on the squad—much less the veterans. I wasn’t the only one showing interest. Many other players were circling her like a vulture, especially when one of the cheerleaders let it slip that she was a virgin. A virgin at her age—that seemed impossible—but damn if I wasn’t intrigued. I finished showering after practice was done for the day and got dressed. Most of the other players had already headed off to party before we were back on the field the next day, but I had gotten some extra reps in the weight room, so I was already late. When I walked outside, I saw Mia leaning against her car with the hood up.
“Is there a problem?” I walked over to her as she furiously typed something out on her cell phone.
“Hey, Matt.” She smiled. “Yeah, my battery is dead, or maybe it is the alternator. Google is confusing.”
“Let me look.” I dropped my bag and leaned under the hood. “Have you called anyone yet?”
“I was trying to figure out if I needed someone to jump me off or come tow it before I called.” She messed around with her phone some more.
“Go turn the ignition.” I pointed towards the car.
Mia was gorgeous in her tight shorts and almost transparent white t-shirt that had gotten soaked with sweat while she stood in the sun. I really hadn’t managed to get five minutes alone with her, despite obsessing over her since I first saw her twirling in the air on the sidelines. Every time I tried to talk to her, it seemed like there was a line of guys ahead of me. Even the other cheerleaders seemed to be jealous of the attention she was getting. They probably regretting letting everyone know she was a virgin because that brought out the vultures, circling her and hoping for a shot at her cherry. I wanted a shot too. I wanted to be balls deep in her virgin pussy, just like everyone else. I had never been with a virgin before, even when I was plowing my way through high school.
“Anything?” Mia turned the ignition and I heard a faint cry followed by silence.
“It’s the battery. Hold on, I got jumper cables in my truck.” I leaned back from underneath the hood and started walking towards my truck.
“Thank you!” Mia stepped out her car and watched as I climbed into the cab of my brand-new Chevy.
It didn’t take long to get her motor humming again and when her car was roaring back to life, I was already feeling my desire for Mia growing stronger. Her laugh was intoxicating. Her eyes were so blue the Texas sky had nothing on their shimmer. She looked so good when she was happy and she lit up the entire parking lot with her smile. I had to ask her out. I might not get another chance to have her alone. I had never struggled with asking for a date before, but when I leaned against her driver side window, I felt some butterflies churning in my stomach. Her stare was so inviting. Her lips were so damn irresistible it was hard to form words instead of just showing her my interest with a long passionate kiss.
“So, Mia.” I looked down at the pavement. “Some of the guys are going out tonight. Would you be interested in meeting us at Lone Star Pub? We booked the place for a private party.”
“A private party?” I saw her eyebrows raise.
“The team will be there. Some of the cheerleaders will show up, I’m sure. You won’t be out of place.” I flashed her my smile.
“Sure, why not.” She shrugged. “I’ve been there before.”
Victory.
Chapter 3: Mia
A date with Matt freaking Rollins? Yes, please!
Making the cheerleader squad for the Texas Cowboys was a dream come true. I never imagined standing on the sidelines at a Nationwide Football League game, much less actually being a cheerleader at one. I certainly didn’t anticipate being invited to a private party by Matt Rollins, a first round draft pick that was about to become the biggest star in the Lone Star state. I had watched him at practice. He was a beast. He wasn’t the first player on the team to invite me out for a date, but he was the first one that didn’t suggest the date start at his place or a luxury hotel. One of the cheerleaders found out I was a virgin when I said I didn’t use tampons because they hurt. After that spread through the locker room like wildfire, it seemed like I got a lot of attention from guys who wanted to lay claim as the one who conquered my virginity.
Okay, here goes. My first private party.
It was strange walking into the Lone Star Pub for a private party after being there with my work colleagues so many months before. The job at Texas Pride Accounting felt like a distant memory. The pub was packed with players, a few cheerleaders, and a ton of girls I didn’t know. It seemed like there were three girls for every guy. Most of them were wearing a lot less revealing attire than the black dress I had chosen for the occasion. I scanned the bar quickly, looking for any sign of Matt, but I didn’t see him in the crowd. I pushed my way through a group of girls that were hovering around the star quarterback, Jerrod Grant, and got a drink from the bartender. I was surprised to find out it was free. Apparently, the players were paying for everything and having a bunch of liquored up girls with no limit on their tab was the best route to getting what they wanted. Jerrod left the group of girls and leaned on the bar next to me.
“Damn, Mia. You look hot in that dress.” He ran his finger down my arm. “Did you come with anyone or are you fair game?”
“Matt asked me to come.” I looked over at him and smiled.
“Matt Rollins? Damn, that dude hits like a truck. He’ll destroy that virgin pussy of yours.” He laughed.
He’s not very subtle.
“We’re just going to hang out.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Right.” His laughter turned to a chuckle. “You shouldn’t get with a guy like him your first time. You need someone who can go the distance, play the whole game, and make sure you can walk tomorrow.’
Nope, not subtle at all.
“I guess that was your way of offering?” I shook my head with a slight laugh.
“I know how to hit the target, baby. I won’t jackhammer you until you’re dead. I’ll take it s
low.” His finger drifted up my arm again. “I’ll make you quiver. It’ll blow your mind.”
Shit...
“Don’t listen to that jackass.” Another player stumbled up to the bar. It was our star running back, Roger Young. “It you want a man that can find the hole—every hole—you need to go home with me.”
“You know you ain’t shit unless I give you the ball, so piss off.” Jerrod pushed him playfully.
“Are these guys bothering you, miss?” I heard Matt’s voice and I turned to see him approaching.
“Uh oh.” Jerrod shook his head. “Her boyfriend’s here.”
“Boyfriend?” Roger smirked and turned to Matt. “Matt ain’t looking for love, he’s just looking for a fuck.”
“If I was just looking for a fuck, I’d take you to the bathroom and get my rocks off—little man.” Matt towered over the smaller running back.
“I told you baby.” Jerrod patted my arm. “He’s a jackhammer.”
I had never been the center of attention before. It was almost intoxicating to have three of the highest paid players in Texas swarming around me like I was the only girl in the bar. One drink turned into several and I started getting buzzed. None of them left. In fact, I started attracting more guys as the drinks kept flowing. In addition to the three that had already started, three other guys from the team joined in. One was a dark eyed guy named Chad Watson who played multiple positions, one was a veteran safety named Hank Smith, and the other was a kicker named Joe Rollins—he was Matt’s brother. My head was spinning from the attention and from the drinks. I wasn’t sure which one was stronger, but it seemed like a constant stream of sexual innuendos and none of them even had the hint of jealousy. I was surprised it didn’t break out into a brawl considering my experience with having the attention of more than one guy in the past.
“I need to run to the restroom.” I sat my latest drink down and hopped off the barstool.
“Don’t stay gone too long.” Matt let his hand graze mine as I walked past.
“She’ll be back.” Jerrod laughed. “She still has to choose one of us to take her virginity.”
“Maybe she likes us all.” Hank slapped my ass as I walked past and the group laughed.
Yeah that’s a problem—I do like them all. They’re all wonderful in their own way and having this much attention is incredible. Matt brought me to the dance though and it would be a little unfair to go home with someone else, so if it ain’t him, I probably need to go home alone.
I’m not sure that is going to be possible.
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