by Jamie Knight
I started jerking off while thinking about her perfect round breasts and that ample ass. I could only imagine how soft it must feel, how comforting it would be to press my body up against hers. It would be a delight to feel the warmth coursing through her body, her heart beating, and smell the glorious scent of her long hair.
I wanted her immediately, and I knew as long as I pressed hard, continually reminding her that I was an essential member of the New York Leviathans, she would submit to my requests. She would allow me to have her. It aroused me to think of the influence I had over women simply because I was an influential athlete. The fact that I was recognized all over the country made me grow harder. My heart was beating even faster as I realized that there was no way Mandy was going to refuse me.
The pleasure sensations in my body increased every time I thought about my fame. Bagging Mandy would be an easy task; all I would have to do was convince her just how much I wanted her and that she was the only woman for me.
I would make sure everything went perfectly for our Valentine’s match up dinner before taking her for a romantic walk through the streets of New York City. I had taken a few girls on walks through the city, and it always turned them on to see the recognition I got on the streets.
After impressing Mandy for an hour or so, grabbing an ice cream or maybe even a pizza, I would take her back to The Langham on Fifth Avenue, where I had a complimentary room always ready for me.
Impressing Mandy in this manner would prove to be too much for her, and she would quickly agree to spend the night with me there. It would be the perfect way to conclude the evening, me taking her clothes off and ushering her into a hot tub that had been specifically built to overlook the city.
I would start kissing her hungrily in the hot tub, water slathering over our moist bodies and slow, relaxing music playing in the background. Her lips would open for mine, letting me press my tongue into her mouth, urging her to suck it. As she showed me what her mouth could do, I would run my hands over that curvy body of hers, feeling the fullness of her bouncy breasts and the sweet bend of her waist. I’d feel the thickness of her thighs, slowly massaging them to convince her to open her legs and let me have access to play with her pussy.
Ideally, I would prefer to light candles in the room instead of relying on the overhead chandelier. The more romantic I make the scene, the more Mandy will submit to me, making it a memorable evening. It would be the perfect way for me to settle the lust that has been accumulating inside me over the past couple of days.
The thought of Mandy’s naked body made my body stiffen even more as I rubbed my palm up and down my long, thick cock, unable to control the lust shooting through my body. Squeezing and rubbing her tits would make her moan, and it would make my eyes glaze over in their sockets.
I’d keep one hand on her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples while I let the other feel the softness between her legs. I’d finger her folds, rub her clit, then thrust two fingers into her waiting pussy. At that point, she would press her plump body against mine, begging me for more. I loved when women did that as if they were desperate for my touch.
With her arms wrapped around my shoulders, I’d fingerfuck her greedy pussy good, moving my arms so fast water would slosh out of the hot tub. Her big tits would be in my face, letting me suck her hard nipples until her pussy started tightening around my fingers and showing me what my dick had to look forward to. I bet Mandy was tight, and her pussy could milk a cock good.
I’d use my fingers until she started gasping and moaning, or even begging me to slow down, but I wouldn’t. I’d make her cum good, hoping that her tunnel would grip my fingers so well it would make my dick leak.
When her body relaxed from her first orgasm, I’d pull her into my lap with my hands on that ass of hers and slip her sensitive pussy over my waiting cock. Quick and fast, until I was buried to the hilt in her softness. Some girls couldn’t take my girth, but I bet Mandy could. Tight as a glove, my cock would press open that little pussy of hers, rubbing against her walls and slamming into her cervix. She’d be so full of cock, she’d be dizzy.
At that point, it would be all about me. I’d take that perfect body of hers, lifting her up and down on my dick like my little toy. Her lower lips would rub on my base. Her breasts would be in my face, or at least that is the way we would start out.
When her pussy started to tighten again, I’d turn her around so that her back was against my chest. Then I would push her thighs open and rub her clit as I bounced her on my lap. Mandy would scream from my touch. Her pussy walls would tighten, and I’d get what I had been waiting for all night.
She would come hard on my cock.
Trembling, quivering, wet, and tight, her happy pussy would finish me off, begging for my cum to coat her womb. And I’d give it to her.
Pulling her down by the thighs, I’d thrust my dick in deep, pressing my tip to her cervix and cumming over and over till my head started to spin. I’d come so hard I’d push her almost out of the water or even pick her up and press her against the rim so I could slam myself into her further.
I’d hold her on me, feeling the clenches of her aftershocks and rubbing those fine breasts till I had my fill.
As I pumped my dick harder, I started wondering whether Mandy would be amendable to having anal sex. The thought of it sent spasms shooting through my body, and I longed to stick a finger up her ass as my cock slammed into her wet pussy.
I could only imagine asking her to bend over completely while I stretched out her little hole with my fingers. I would be very gentle, rubbing her slowly and occasionally bending over to lick her a little and make her wet.
I started sweating as I masturbated, thinking of that fat ass. I wondered if it was something she had ever done before, how lucky the bastard who must have fucked her had felt. I had every intention of filling up my body with those sensations when I laid my hands on Mandy.
I was not sure whether I just wanted to fuck Mandy once or keep her for a whole weekend, but the thought of doing both pushed me over the edge. I felt myself bursting with cum as I wet the insides of my boxers with the image of Mandy’s pretty face predominantly in my thoughts.
She was capable of making me so hard and burst without warning despite her not being here with me. I started wondering what it would be like to actually be with her, to experience her softness and warmth.
She was a perfect lady, and it would be wise for me to make a move on her before somebody else noticed. It still surprised me that a girl as hot as she was was flying under the radar, out of reach for most of my horny teammates.
I was glad that Coach Kramer was making us do this match up because it would reduce controversies. And I felt pretty confident that I could hit it off with Mandy; considering she was my type, I was only hoping that she would feel the same.
My only concern with her was that she had probably heard stories about me. That would be a real blow to my plans to have her to myself because some girls blew me off after hearing about my reputation.
At first, I used to find it funny that girls could make decisions based on what they heard me doing with other girls. Some didn’t care, but for the most part, I had lost out on beautiful dates because of my poor reputation with girls.
Now, as I lay back on my couch, exhausted from jerking it, I was eager to make sure that everything would be perfect.
Since I knew what I wanted, I was ready to go for it with Mandy.
Chapter Four – Mandy
There was nothing more exciting than cheerleading for one of the biggest sports teams in history. It was a gig that enabled me to travel across the country and meet all sorts of new people. Plus, our team was going to the Super Bowl. The anticipation had everyone on edge.
However, on this particular morning, I was struggling to find motivation because of the cold. My best season was summer. I hated the winter in New York because it made me feel so inactive.
Our cheerleading coach eventually interrupted our pr
actice at some point—much to my relief. She asked us to gather around her on the field because she had some important news for all the girls.
Once everybody was either standing or seated next to her, she informed us that a matchmaking exercise between the football players and the cheerleaders would happen before Valentine’s Day. It would be an excellent way to ensure squad morale.
As soon as the words left the coach’s mouth, I let out a loud groan. A couple of the girls snickered. The coach threw me a stern look but did not pursue it any further. I was quite frustrated at the idea of being set up with random football players for a date.
I was standing next to my best friend, Brianna. On hearing the news, she didn’t react as negatively as I did. In fact, she had a smile on her face.
“I don’t know why they keep pairing us up with the football players,” I whispered to her, annoyance building up inside me, “don’t they know that they’re all assholes?”
I found it stupid that the management staff wanted the cheerleaders and the players to hook up. This was not the first time, and I never thought it had any real benefits. Yes, everybody got along, but apart from that, it was a pointless exercise. The players were famous, but nothing was exciting about being in a relationship with one of them.
“I know why you’re complaining,” said Brianna, “it’s because of Drake, right?”
I looked over at my friend with a frown on my face, but I slowly nodded.
“Not all football players are like that,” she continued, “some of them are really nice.”
“I know you’re saying that because you’ve got a crush on one of the players. What’s his name — Steve?”
Brianna blushed, her face lighting up, but she refused to admit that she was crushing on one of the players. I felt good for her. She was able to find a decent person on the team that she could tolerate going out with. I was not sure I would have the same luck.
Just as I was mulling my misfortune, the cheerleading coach walked over to the far end of the field, returning with Felix. He was a tall, handsome player, perhaps one of the better-known tight ends in the NFL. He had quite a reputation on and off the field.
“Can I have your attention, all of you?” the coach announced, cupping her hands over her mouth.
Everybody was staring at Felix, who stood beside the coach — his muscular and tall frame towering over her. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a handsome man, but I had never paid too much attention to him.
Felix had flirted with me a few times, but he never pursued me seriously. We had started chatting after the training sessions last summer, but he never asked me out. I doubted that he even remembered me.
As much as I thought he was handsome, he was not my type. He was popular, and many girls liked him. Still, it didn’t surprise me that he was not in a relationship with anybody. A viable bachelor like him should have been tied down by now, but Felix had a reputation as a womanizer.
“Felix has been appointed matchmaker, and he will be responsible for giving out the names of the matches.”
There were murmurs among the girls as all eyes were now fixed on the Tight End. I was annoyed by this little exercise, meant to be a good thing, but all I could see were the drawbacks. I didn’t like being told what to do, particularly who to date and befriend.
I was in no mood for a hook up with a football player. I was not in the mood to handle the complications that came with some of the players’ egotistic personalities. It could be overwhelming at times.
Felix started going round, cordially greeting the cheerleaders and handing out red cards with the names of their dates on them. There was a mixture of reactions as he moved through them as some of the girls openly expressed their frustrations and others simply laughed.
I appreciated the gesture of trying to create more harmony in the team. Yet, I was seriously considering approaching the cheerleading coach to tell her that I would not take part in this pointless exercise.
My frustrations grew even more as Felix continued handing cards to different girls, their emotions a rollercoaster of love and hate. All the girls around me were progressively getting cards as I stood there, anger growing.
If I was going to get a card, Felix might as well get it over with. I would love to know who I would be tied up to for this Valentine’s date early enough so that I could prepare myself.
Eventually, Felix walked towards us, and my heart started pounding in my chest. He was clutching a red card. I assumed he was approaching me, but he passed me over and handed the card over to Brianna, much to her delight.
Why was I not getting a card? He walked over to the other side of the grass, reading the cards carefully before handing them over. The general mood was that of excitement, and maybe some of the matches indeed were interesting.
Brianna erupted in anger beside me. “What’s this?” she asked, fuming.
“What’s the matter?” I asked as she stared down at the name on the card. “Who have you been matched with?”
“Barry, the kicker,” she snapped. “I was really hoping to get Steve.”
“Oh, girl,” I groaned. “That’s a waste. You know Barry is in the closet.”
She nodded, on the verge of tears.
Felix approached me, clutching a card. He was staring directly at me, and he had a weird smile on his face. “I have your card here,” he said, handing it over. “I’ve saved the best for last.”
I took the card and realized that I was going to be just as angry as Brianna was. The name on the card was a surprise for me, and I instantly knew that I would be upset for the rest of the day.
“I think we’ll have a lot of fun together,” Felix said, and now it made sense why he had a weird look on his face. I was surprised that he had decided to approach me with so much courage. He must have forgotten about our previous encounters.
The card had his name on it, and it was absurd because he was not my type. I enjoyed watching him out on the field. He was one of the best players on the team. But he was also a player, and he was well known throughout the country for hurting a considerable number of women. I was not into guys who switched sexual partners like their clothes. I wanted somebody who could commit, who could be truthful and honorable enough to stay away from scandals.
All the traits that I liked in men were evidently not in Felix. But as he stared down at me, I started settling into the thought that I was just going to be another one of his victims. I honestly expected to be matched with one of the other senior players because I didn’t expect Felix to have noticed me.
His success on the field made him a very cocky guy, and he walked with a certain air that made him think he could fuck any girl he wanted. Well, he was going to be in for a surprise after fixing himself up with me.
I wouldn’t fall for him. I wouldn’t sleep with him. He wasn’t serious enough for me. I was merely not in the mood for prolonged games with overconfident men who thought they could have anything they wanted.
With a big smile on his face, Felix walked away.
I turned to Brianna. “I don’t think I’m even going to talk to him at the dinner.”
She blinked at me. “What? Felix is fine. He’s one of the hottest players on the team right now.”
“I know that. But I’ve just sworn off relationships for good.”
“What brought that on?”
“Felix is just another Drake,” I argued. “He’s going to spend the whole night trying to get into my pants.”
Drake was embarrassing for me because he dumped me right after having sex with me. He just simply walked away and acted as though I didn’t exist.
In the beginning, it had been romantic. We went out for dinners, visited galleries together, and attended some fancy parties organized by some of his teammates. He was very kind and sensitive, and I did enjoy his company.
However, once we spent a night together, everything about him changed. He became as cold as the weather, and he didn’t even acknowledge me in the slightest.
I was stunned, considering I thought we had a nice time together.
When I saw him at practice a couple of days after that, he acted as though he didn’t even know me. No greeting, no wave of the hand. It was as though I wasn’t there. I had to spend a couple of minutes in the bathroom crying my eyes out.
Since that incident with Drake, I vowed never to get into such a situation again. He made me feel as though I was his dirty little secret despite everything going well between us. I was never going to fall for such a player again.
“Well, I’m equally annoyed with this match up thing,” said Brianna, “I’m not looking forward to this dinner.”
Later that day, we went for a manicure and pedicure down the street. We wanted to try and push the forced dinner dates out of our heads. There was no point sulking about it the whole day.
However, I simply couldn’t get the image of Felix out of my mind. The cocky way in which he grinned at me, his overconfident look. It irritated me to think that I would have to spend an entire dinner seated with him and having to listen to his mindless chatter.
I knew that the coaches had the team’s best interests at heart by setting up this Valentine’s event. Still, it would have been better if everybody got to select their own matches.
And what had inspired Coach Kramer to put Felix in charge of setting this up?
He barely knew all the cheerleaders. He was not the right person for the job. Still, I wondered whether it would be any different for me had I gotten set up with anybody else other than Felix.
I knew Brianna would be much happier if she had gotten Steve. She had her eye on him for a while now, and I was hoping that something could develop between the two of them. But there was no way to help. All I could do was watch from a distance.
We were both just doomed. It wasn’t going to be possible for me to get out of this thing. I would just have to tolerate a horrible, early Valentine’s Day date.
Chapter Five – Mandy