He’s got me alone. I’m away from the pack. If he’s going to ask me out, now is the time.
Rick ordered drinks and I took a seat at the bar while we waited. He made small talk, nervously dancing around whatever question he might have wanted to ask me. I tried to smile and show interest, but he wasn’t making it very easy. His eyes kept drifting over to the group of girls and I seemed to take a backseat to them. From my seat at the bar, I was closer to them and able to hear their conversations. I recognized the terms they were using, the formations they were joking about—they were cheerleaders. They looked a bit older than most college students, but they were throwing around cheerleader terms like I used to do with the squad. When Rick finally lost his courage or his interest and invited me to rejoin the group, I decided to walk over and talk to them instead.
“Hi, I’m Mia.” I raised my hand awkwardly. “I couldn’t help but overhear. Are you all cheerleaders?”
“Like you don’t recognize us?” A woman with brown hair threw a few strands of curls over her shoulder and stared me down. “We’re the Texas Cowboys squad, obviously.”
“You’re cheerleaders in the NFL?” My mouth fell open in shock. “Wow, that’s awesome!”
“Please don’t ask for autographs, darling. We’re just trying to have some girl time.” Her faced turned to a scowl and the rest of the group started to stare at me like I was a lost puppy begging for a treat.
“No! Not at all.” I shook my head quickly. “I was a cheerleader in college.”
“Oh, one of those.” The woman with brown hair smacked her lips. “Couldn’t make a pro-squad? It’s okay darling. Not everyone who gets to swing pompoms in college is good enough for the big time.”
“I mean…” I felt my face flushing with embarrassment. “I’ve never tried out. How does that work?”
“Your cheer coach didn’t get an audition lined up for you? You must not have been very good.” A blonde titled her head with a sarcastic scowl as she joined the conversation and the rest of them nodded their heads in confirmation.
“Well…” I looked down at the floor. “How do I audition?”
“Look it up online, and please leave us alone. We don’t have time for fans right now.” The group turned away from me and started talking amongst themselves again.
Was I this horrible to people that tried to talk to us in college?
I did as they requested, but I had a new focus. I had thought about trying out for a team after college, but the girls were right, my coach didn’t think I was good enough. The cheerleaders at the bar were pretty, but they didn’t look like anything more than normal people when they weren’t wearing their uniforms. I went home and looked up the information online. Tryouts were less than a week away. I tried to reassure myself as I filled out the information. I knew there would be a lot of other girls competing for whatever limited spots they had, but I couldn’t turn down the opportunity. After I filled out the form, I looked online for some local gyms. I had less than a week to try and get myself back in shape. I hoped it was enough time. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself by looking like a klutz when I finally got another shot at the one thing I loved more than anything else in the world.
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 a
way. 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.