Super Stupid Cupid (Super in Love)

Frightened, I ran off into the den and pulled the door, only leaving it slightly ajar so that I could watch the drama before me unfold. Mother was yelling at the top of her lungs about how furious she had become with the marriage and that she was leaving the following day.

“You can have Felix if you want. I don’t love either of you anymore.”

Those were the last words I heard my mother say to my father. I went to bed with a heavy heart, wondering why my parents could not just get along.

The following morning, my worst fears were confirmed. I found Father seated at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in his hand. He cut a forlorn figure, and he barely looked up as I walked into the room.

The next thing I noticed was that the house looked empty, and a bunch of things were missing.

“Where’s the furniture?” I asked Dad, but he would not reply.

Instead, I would have to slowly accept that I would be motherless from here on and that we would just be two men in the house. Things became different for both my father and me from that day.

Mom leaving left a massive scar on my heart. I hadn’t been able to trust women since then. I couldn’t enter into a committed relationship knowing very well that a woman could very easily do to me what my mother did to my father.

One-night stands were the only option, and I had been doing them my entire adult life. I very much preferred girls who liked no-strings-attached relationships. There had to be flexibility in a casual hook up so that if any of us had to leave, we could do so with ease.

The thought of having a serious relationship was terrifying for me. I had never been in one. Commitment was out of the question. The thought of what happened to my father was something that could never leave me.

As I hung up the phone with my dad, it bothered me just how influential my parents’ divorce was on my life. I was simply not husband or boyfriend material.

Despite my fears about relationships, I was feeling weird every time the thought of Mandy flashed in my mind. It made my heart race faster, and my mouth suddenly dried up.

She was unique, and it had been a while since I had set my eyes on such a stunning lady. I couldn’t recall how long she had been a cheerleader for the team, but I certainly felt embarrassed that I had never bedded her. It was time for things to change.

Chapter Three - Felix

I could not help but touch myself as I thought about Mandy in the comfort and warmth of my living room. I started flipping the channels on the television, but thoughts of what her naked body could look like overwhelmed me. I placed the remote control beside me on a table.

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.