by Jamie Knight
February 1st
Love was in the air.
Unfortunately for me, I was indifferent.
I was seated across from Felix, trying to enjoy dinner with him and listening to his stories. He was actually an exciting narrator, particularly of events directly related to him. He was very good at giving himself a larger-than-life description.
We were seated in a large ballroom that the team had rented out specifically for the matchmaking dinner. The team coaches and their families were present, and so was almost anybody who had an association with the club.
Some of the matches that Felix made seemed to be working out fine. Some couples genuinely enjoyed their dinners, swirling at their wine glasses and enjoying conversations with each other.
Then, there were the others, such as myself, struggling to keep up with Felix’s conversation. Even though he had interesting stories, I was still looking forward to the end of the night.
However, as my eyes swept across the ballroom, I noticed something peculiar that actually put a smile on my face. Drake was seated with Jane, one of the bitchiest girls on the cheerleading squad. It was a sight to behold.
I interrupted one of Felix’s stories with a question. “Did you match those two? That’s really cruel of you,” I laughed.
Felix turned to where I was pointing and shrugged. “What of it?”
“You must really hate her? Jane?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, his curiosity growing.
I explained to him that I once went out with Drake, and things did not go very well since he was the love them and leave them type. I also mentioned the fact that Jane was not the best of people, and matching the two of them was a weird sense of justice in my eyes. One night with her would be the punishment that Drake deserved.
Felix laughed. “I had no clue. I’ve never talked to Jane.” He nodded at Drake. “I didn’t know you dated him. Yeah, the dude is a player. But he can handle a ball. I’m glad he’s on our team.”
I noticed Drake’s eyes on me and turned quickly to avoid them. “Shit,” I whispered to Felix. “Stop looking over there. He’s starting to stare.”
My date laughed and waved. I had to glance back to see Drake’s reaction. My ex did wave back, but it was evident by his face that he was less than pleased with Felix’s choice for him. I had to put a hand over my mouth to suppress my giggles.
“Hey.” The tight end leaned in closer, and I got a whiff of his cologne. “Want to make Drake super mad?”
The impishness of his tone caught my attention, so I leaned in too. Our noses were inches apart, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.
“Let’s pretend we are having a great time, so he’ll be even more jealous.”
I knew it was an act; I knew it, but the playfulness in Felix’s voice had me hooked. “And do what?” I asked coyly.
I remembered how Drake left me, used me, and threw me away like a used piece of toilet paper. It would be good to one-up him.
Felix’s deep brown eyes stared into mine. For a second, I lost the ability to breathe.
“Kiss me.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Let’s pretend that we are in love. Drake will be furious. We’ll be over here kissing, and he’ll be nagged by Jane. His own personal hell.”
“His own personal hell,” I repeated, but I barely heard the words. My eyes were on Felix’s lips—so soft and plump. “Kiss you?”
“Yes,” he repeated. “Show him you’ve moved on, and whatever he did doesn’t matter in the slightest.”
I told myself it was a good plan. That I was only doing it because of what Drake had done and not because Felix was hot, charming, and two inches away.
I leaned in. At the first brush of his lips, an electric zing went through my body. Felix and I started kissing even though I was hesitant at first. He held my hands, stared into my eyes, and kissed me some more. I allowed him to have fun with me while I cast a glance in the direction of Drake, who was staring at us.
It felt nice to have him watch as Felix kissed me and showered me with affection. His eyes widened, and even Jane had to call his attention away from us.
Felix was enjoying himself, and I started caressing his head, suddenly finding it weird that I was enjoying his kisses. As it turned out, he was really good at it, and he kept going with some fair share of enthusiasm to the extent that other people noticed us. He laid off for a minute or so, but the damage was already done.
I started looking at him differently, admiring his wavy hair for the first time. I was always confident in his charming, good looks, and I knew physically there was no way I could resist him.
Yet, there was his poor reputation. If only he was a kinder person, maybe I could get into the idea of being with him. However, I still enjoyed his kissing, and I suddenly found the dinner to be enjoyable.
Earlier in the evening, I was seeking all means to get myself out of the matchup. Now I found myself staring intensely into Felix’s eyes as he embarked on yet another story.
***
The dinner was fun with Felix, and he ended up escorting me home amid laughter and affection.
I was quite surprised how the evening had turned out. I was not expecting to have any fun, but as it was, I was getting to my front door feeling a sense of euphoria. There was no way I would have ever been able to guess that things could have turned out that fun.
Seeing Drake with Jane was the highlight of my evening. Everybody on the cheerleading squad did not like her very much because she was very arrogant and boogie. Sometimes I wondered why she agreed to do cheerleading in the first place; she could do anything she wanted from the way she talked.
Jane was continually getting into conflict with some of her colleagues, which made her look really bad. Once, we had an argument about a guy she was seeing and thought I was trying to steal him away from her. It made me permanently hate her.
She was always going after the essential team members, the popular guys she felt could match her own popularity. And so it was really nice to see her being linked with Drake; he was no good.
The two of them deserved each other, anyway. Judging from how he had treated me, he deserved to have a woman who I was sure would not make him happy. And I was delighted that Felix had been so much help.
He had been a gentleman all evening, and I was surprised that he had agreed to walk me home. We were holding hands tenderly, and once we got to my front door, he took my face into his hands and kissed me.
“There’s no need to keep up the charade,” I said, staring into his eyes. The evening had been fun, but I knew we would have to move on.
“This is not a charade. I would like us to continue what we started.”
I laughed. “You must be drunk. Look, I’m not into one-night stands.”
“I’m serious,” Felix insisted, grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on it. “I really like you, and I think we can hit it off.”
“That’s surprising to hear that, coming from you.”
He shook his head. “Look, I like you for real. I don’t just want to get in your pants. Let’s go out on a romantic dinner together.”
I looked at him for a long moment, waiting for him to burst out laughing or tell me he was just kidding. The attention he gave me was flattering, but there was no way I would fall for this prank.
“I’m serious, Mandy.”
The Tight End was not laughing, and he was looking sincerely into my eyes. He was a handsome man, there was no question about that, and I thought the way he was kissing me was really hot. For once, I found myself contemplating the idea of actually going out on a date with him.
“What brought this on?” I had to ask.
“I’ve actually had my eye on you for a while now, and if I’m lucky, we can go out on Valentine’s Day, too, after I help the team to win the big game.”
Felix coming onto me was not unexpected, but I still found it surprising. I had never once seen him looking so serious. He had a severe look on his fa
ce, but the affection in his eyes was still prominent enough.
“Okay, Felix, let’s do this,” I said, much to his delight. His face lit up as he leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips.
“Goodnight, let’s talk tomorrow.”
He disappeared into the night as I walked into my apartment. I found that my heart was racing in my chest, and my head was swirling with all types of thoughts. I had left the house earlier that evening knowing that I was sacrificing a lot, and I would probably return when I was in a bad mood.
Yet here I was, leaning over my kitchen counter, still feeling the hot breath of Felix on my neck and his gentle kisses on my cheeks. He was a romantic, and how he had handled me all evening convinced me that he could love.
However, my past experiences, particularly the one with Drake, would not leave my mind. I was still afraid of truly committing to any man, let alone a football player with a bad reputation. I didn’t want to get hurt again.
As much as Felix had made me feel a kind of joy I had not experienced for a long time, there was no need for me to get my hopes up. Anticipating good things can sometimes be a perilous thing, particularly if it a road that has been walked down before.
Chapter Six -Mandy
I settled in front of my television screen and flicked it on to find the weather channel. I zoned out on my couch, unable to stop thinking about Felix. He had treated me so well today, something that was quite uncharacteristic of him.
And he had not been overly cocky during the dinner. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was slowly falling for him. He was managing to convince me to give him a chance and accept his affection.
I picked up the phone and called Brianna to see if she had already gotten home. She was fine, and just like me, she had not expected to have so much fun on her date. Everything had gone well, and she was looking forward to going out with her guy again, as well—but as friends.
We both remarked how weird it was that we had been complaining earlier about our lives ending because of Felix’s poor matchmaking. But as things had turned out, everybody had their own share of fun.
We joked a little more about how surprising it was what Cupid had in store for us before I hung up. The evening had been so eventful that I was not sleepy at all. Felix’s cologne was still in my nostrils, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to forget about him.
I lay back on the couch, put my hands inside my panties, and started touching my clit, thinking about Felix and what he could do to me. He was a man with a perfect body. It would be exciting to be in bed with him.
I started to imagine that Felix had returned to my house, carrying me and leading me to my bedroom. He then planted his lips on mine and started kissing hungrily. I didn’t resist and returned his kiss. My heart started beating even faster, surprised and wondering what was going to happen.
Felix whipped off my clothes, almost tearing my skirt. When I was fully nude, he walked around me, taking in every inch of my body.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed. “I want to kiss every inch of you.”
I giggled, putting my hands on his shoulders, and pulling him closer. “Please, do.”
His lips met mine in a fierce kiss. Our tongues danced together. As his hands made their way over my skin, I started unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to feel his muscles. Once his abs were exposed, I ran my fingers over them, feeling their definition.
“So hard,” I moaned.
Felix laughed. “If you like hard, just wait, baby. I’ve got something really hard for you.”
I giggled as he kissed me again. His large, rough hands worked their way over my backside, and he squeezed my ass cheeks. I had just gotten the button of his pants undone before he picked me up.
Felix lifted me off my feet and plunked me on the bed as if I weighed nothing. As I lay there flat on my back, he kicked off his pants, exposing his huge, meaty cock. The thing looked to be about ten inches long and wider than a beer can. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time. How would my little pussy take all that? But I knew I could. I also knew that I wanted to. My pussy ached at just the sight of it.
Precum leaked from Felix’s cockhead. The veins on the side of his shaft were straining with desire. He grinned as I watched, taking the rod in hand and pumping it. With every pump, it turned redder and leaked more.
“Like what you see?” he asked, glancing down at the monster in his hand.
I mean, the boy had a reason to be cocky, but two could play at that game.
I opened my legs wider, letting my pink pussy stretch. “How about you?”
Felix glanced down. The expression on his face told me that I won. He wasn’t going to be able to resist.
Sticking a few of his fingers in his mouth to moisten them, he reached down and rubbed them on my folds, teasing me open. Just his touch made my legs tremble. I was so ready for that big cock that my pussy was as wet as it could be.
Felix took my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, getting it wet in my juices, then pushed. That big, round cockhead of his pressed against my pussy walls, filling me up. The sensation was so intense, I couldn’t keep still. The Tight End started thrusting slowly.
I moaned out softly, the creaking sounds of the bed matching my gentle moans as both of us start moving rhythmically. I closed my eyes and allowed Felix to have his way.
He continued thrusting his cock in me as I moaned out louder and louder. My core tightened with the friction of his colossal dick pushing in and out, pulling against the skin of my pussy.
“Harder,” I gasped.
Felix pulled my legs up flat against his chest and sped up his movements. Soon his pelvis was thumping against my ass. His balls swung, pounding my little asshole.
I was on the edge and couldn’t hold back. My pussy tightened as hard as it could, then released in a flutter of spasms. Heat and tingles filled my body.
My pleasure spurred my lover on. He fucked me harder. Finally, he ejaculated, grunting so loudly that I thought he would eat me up. Felix allowed his seed to splatter inside me, cum shooting from the end of his cock to warm my womb.
“O-oh,” Felix moaned as he grabbed both my ass cheeks.
The dirty thoughts were too much for me to control, and I found myself achieving an orgasm right there in my living room. Thinking about what Felix could do to me was really hot, and now I was utterly eager to have him.
Lingering thoughts of some of the problems I’d had with men in the past suddenly rushed back into my head as I was panting. Yet, I knew that it would be difficult for me to resist Felix eventually, mainly if he pursued me with real passion.
I remembered how it had been with Drake in bed. Being with a really masculine man was a turn on. Yet, just as I thought of my ex, I asked myself whether I had learned anything from that experience. After what he had done to me, I shouldn’t date another football star.
It really had hurt when I strolled onto the football field that morning, high on my own affection for Drake. I spotted him among his teammates, and the sight of him genuinely made me happy. But when he ignored me the first time, I simply assumed he was concentrating on practice.
I did not want the same thing to happen with Felix, me strolling onto the football field on a fateful morning and him ignoring me like the plague. It really hurt what Drake did to me, and maybe it would be best for me to be a bit more careful with Felix.
But it had been such a long time since I had been with a man. Maybe a little compromise might go a long way in guaranteeing my happiness.
I lay there on the couch, trying to maintain my focus on the weather channel, but the success of the day was still in my head. I dozed off on my couch, the thoughts of Felix refusing to go away.
Chapter Seven – Felix
There was strange electricity in the air the day after the dinner dates.
At practice, Coach Kramer was looking for everybody to give their best, urging all players forwar
d. When I entered the locker room, it was still early morning, and temperatures were freezing, but everybody was already suiting up.
“It’s good to see you, Felix. Get in here!” boomed Coach Kramer’s voice.
Everybody was psyched up because the Super Bowl game was coming up, and it would make or break the entire team. Everybody wanted to bring their A-game, and everybody wanted a win for the Leviathans.
As we went through our routines, different team members came up to me, asking me how my matchup went. Everybody had noticed that I had chosen Mandy for myself, and they wanted to find out if I had managed to get past second base.
“Hey, I saw you last night, Felix.”
“C’mon, man, tell us what happened with Mandy?”
“Did you have fun?”
The questions were endless, but I kept my lips shut. “I’m not going to kiss and tell on this one, guys.”
The last thing Coach Kramer wanted to hear in his training session was his players still chasing after skirt. After approving a pre-Valentine’s dinner in which we were all supposed to get our heads straight, he was not going to tolerate any romantic talk on the field.
The previous night had been a good one. Most of the guys really did enjoy themselves, and the hook-ups worked out just fine. Coach had every reason to be upset with anyone who did not bring their all to the field. He made it loud and clear that anybody caught chasing after skirt would be benched for the big game. So, when he caught the guys bugging me, his anger was understandable.
“Felix,” he yelled, “Are you gossiping on my field?”
I stood straight and faced him. “No, sir.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and observed us all. “I do not want to hear any talk about girls as long as we are training. This is the big game we are coming up to. The only game. I need your maximum concentration.”
Being benched was a horror for anybody on the team. Nobody wanted to sit out the big day. Everybody wanted to participate, so the whispering and chats soon dissipated.
“Do you hear me, Cupid?” Coach taunted me.
