Super Stupid Cupid (Super in Love)

The New York Leviathans’ owners were approached to make a statement about the recent images that showed me having a raunchy night out with a troupe of prostitutes. Coach Kramer was also approached, but everybody in the organization, including my teammates, refused to give a statement to the media.

The story eventually died down after a couple of weeks, but I had to apologize profusely to everyone. Having promised to control how I acted around women, everything started going back to normal. The incident became a distant memory.

However, after another successful game in Arizona only a month after that, I joined a party thrown by the team’s local supporters in Phoenix. I ended up meeting and dancing with a stunning woman before discreetly leaving the party venue with her.

I was careful to check that she was not a prostitute, and even though I was already drunk, we ended up having fun the whole night. In the morning, we parted ways without any incident.

However, after a couple of days, even that story exploded. It turned out that the woman was the wife of a local politician, and her bodyguards had been following her discreetly all night. It was another scandal that took a while to die down.

Generally, I was not the best person with women. I was careless. I met different women almost every week and never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of days of sex. I had the privilege of meeting all types of girls but settling down was not in my nature.

So, the irony of becoming Cupid was not lost on me.

Coach Kramer eventually transformed the practice session into a lively one, ordering everybody out onto the cold field. It had snowed the previous night, and the grass was all slippery, but at least everybody was psyched to get going.

As we ran onto the field, I was surprised that the cheerleaders were already there. Temperatures were freezing, yet they were clad in their tight skirts and colorful tops, ready for practice. Everybody wanted to win the Super Bowl really badly.

The coach had us go over tactics and routine drills, ensuring that everybody was game ready. We wanted to touch all bases, make sure that the team left nothing to chance. I could only imagine all the women we would get if we managed a Super Bowl success.

I tried to maintain my concentration during practice, but all the talk of matchmaking had gone to my head. I couldn’t help but notice one particular cheerleader who was standing out from the others. I had known her for a while now, her name was Mandy, and she was a captain of the cheerleading squad.

We had flirted a few times in the past, but nothing had ever come about. Perhaps she knew of my reputation and had decided to steer clear. As I gazed at her long legs and the way that her skirt barely covered her round ass, I felt disappointed. I bet I could make the girl scream if I got into her bed. And those plump tits? Those would feel better than a football between my fingers.

It then dawned on me that I had the power to fix up any girl with any guy I wanted, and I thought about hooking myself up with her.

Mandy’s long hair was tied in a ponytail that dropped all the way to her back. I could almost feel the silky strands between my fingers. I watched her as she bounced about with the rest of the cheerleaders. Her graceful movements and her beauty were mesmerizing. I loved how curvy she was. Her thick thighs would look wonderful spread, and when I had a chance to get a good look at her face, I started romanticizing about her lips around my cock.

Honestly, I was surprised that none of my teammates had done anything serious with Mandy. She was easily the hottest of the cheerleaders, and since she had a great personality, she was a good catch.

I guess I could see why none of the other guys had tried to date her, though—at least as far as I knew. She was so stunning; any man would be intimidated to approach her.

Maintaining my concentration during practice was starting to be a severe problem. I couldn’t help but occasionally glance at her, admiring just how much she was standing out from the rest of the girls.

I felt all bubbly inside, that feeling that guys get when we have an extreme crush on a girl. I felt as though my body was being overwhelmed with the need to go over, talk to Mandy, take her away from here, and soon. My dick was getting hard.

I could only imagine convincing her to come back to my place, using my handsome, rugged looks and my muscles to my advantage. Plus, girls were always drawn to me once they realized my essential status on the team playing tight end.