Heartbreak High

by Tomi Dean Lynch

  She doesn’t want to let me go but I’m shrinking inside her so I pull away and put my shorts back on. She turns and practically leaps out of the water so she can hang on my neck and kiss me. I squeeze her little body in my arms and we make out for a long time.

  Her bathing suit bottom is on the pool floor. She finally decides to climb off me and put it back on. I don’t want her to. I can stare at that ass all day but, if we get out of the pool, I might convince her to take me to her room. I’m not ready yet, but if she keeps touching me I’ll be up for round two.

  Meena

  I slide my suit bottom back on and look up at the house. Aunt Tess is standing at the glass door looking at me. She probably saw the whole thing but I don’t care. I’ve seen a lot more from her. I hop out of the pool and grab a towel. I didn’t bring any out with me so Aunt Tess must have brought them while we were too busy to notice. He was really big and I’m a little sore. I hope he can’t tell.

  I grab the second towel and take it to the edge of the pool. He uses his big arms to pull himself over the side and takes the towel out of my hand then digs his fingers in to my butt, pulling me against him.

  “Are we good?” he asks me and a I smile and push his hair off his face.

  “Want to go up to your room and do it again?” he smiles back.

  I turn my head and glance back at the house. Aunt Tess is gone now.

  “Sure,” I tell him, “Let’s get something to drink first.”

  Aunt Tess hears the door slide open and comes back to the kitchen. She has something in her hand and drops it on the counter beside Jake. I put the pitcher of tea down and look at her gift.

  “You two look very good together but I’d prefer it if you used protection. These condoms are great. Extra ribbed and lubricated for your mutual pleasure,” she says and I see Jake shrink just a bit from her bluntness.

  I want to scream at her but I just pick up the condoms and my glass of tea and walk to the stairs. Jake follows right behind me.

  When we go to my room he says, “I feel weird. Your Aunt saw us and all she did was give us condoms?”

  “It could be worse,” I tell him.

  “Yeah, my dad would have thrown you out and grounded me,” he tells me.

  “Worse than that,” I tell him, “She might have asked to join in.”

  I see his expression change as he imagines the two of us doing things to him and I grab him by his penis.

  “You can have my Aunt for a one night stand and never come back here or you can have me. You can’t have both and you’ll never have us at same time!” I tell him.

  He picks me up and tosses me on my bed saying, “I’ll take you!”

  I’m shaking as he unties my cold, wet bikini top. He grabs my tits and nibbles on them. I reach down and pull his cock out of his shorts. I’m tugging on it when I remember the condoms. I point to the place where I dropped them on the floor.

  “Really?” he whines.

  “You can never be too safe,” I say, hearing my Aunts voice in my head.

  We have nothing to worry about. I’ve been on birth control since I moved here. I’m just looking forward to the lube. I have to get used to his girth. He gets up and grabs the condoms, tears one off, and comes back to bed. He’s kneeling over me fumbling with the package so I take it from him and put in on him. My Aunt taught me how to do it with cucumbers. I’m a pro. I see the shock on his face. I bet he’s thinking that I’m a slut.

  I have to keep his mind in the moment. I don’t want to lose him so I reach down and slip off my bottom. He gets right back in the game by lifting my legs over his shoulders and licking my stomach. I’m quivering as I feel his tongue slip down to my thigh. He nibbles on the inside of my leg then moves between them. I arch my back and grip the sheets as his tongue slips inside me. If he keeps this up, we won’t need the condom after all.

  Jake

  As a rule, I don’t go down on a girl unless it’s payback for an extra good blow job but this girl is different. She’s obviously got some experience and I need to make a good impression. I keep her going until she’s about to lose it, then I stop. She looks at me with aching in her eyes so I slide inside her. She’s practically hopping off the bed. I wouldn’t normally worry about making a girl feel good but I want her to get off so I keep it slow and steady letting her wiggle around and find her groove.

  This isn’t how I expected my first day in a new school to end but man, it couldn’t have been any better!

  Meena

  This boy really knows what he’s doing and I’ve never felt this way before. I’m completely exhausted and love the way it feels to collapse in his arms but I need to get my head straight. I just met him and don’t know anything about him. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned since moving to LA it’s that everyone here is an actor. They tell you what you want to hear and show you what you want to see until they get what they want from you. They don’t take their masks off until they use you up. I don’t want to think that Jake is like that but he is the son of an actor so he’s grown up in this environment. I have to be careful not to get attached too quickly.

  I get up and tell him that I have to get ready for plans that I made with my Aunt.

  Jake

  I was getting too used to the feeling of her body in my arms. Good thing she has family plans so I don’t need to find an excuse to leave. I get up and realize that my clothes are downstairs. All I have up here is my wet gym shorts so I ask her if she’ll go get them for me. She smiles as she puts on a bra and panties and tells me yes. I watch her as she slips in to a thin, red dress. With her hair all a mess and no make-up she’s still the best looking chick I’ve seen … ever.

  She brings me my clothes and tells me she’ll drive me home. Now that I’m sure that I want to see her again, I let her know that my place is just on the other side of her backyard.

  Meena

  I watch him walk home and realize that my lie might come back to haunt me so I invite Aunt Tess out to dinner on me. I’m surprised at how excited she is about it! I put my hair up and grab my shoes, then, I remember Tess will try to make up my face if I don’t do it myself so I put on some eyeliner and lip gloss before meeting her at the car.

  She drives up to The Little Door and I squirm in my seat.

  “I can’t afford this,” I tell her.

  “I never intended to let you pay. You can buy me ice cream on the way home,” she smiles.

  We decide to dine on the patio and the waiter takes our drink order and scurries back inside. When he’s gone, she smiles at me.

  “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it but I have to ask you about that boy,” she tells me.

  “I figured,” I reply.

  “How long have you known each other? Is this the first time you had sex together?” she asks me.

  I hesitate for a minute. I don’t want to lie but the truth doesn’t sound right, either. If she was my mother I would have lied straight away but it’s Aunt Tess so I decide on the truth.

  “We met today so, no, we’ve never had sex before,” I tell her.

  She eyes get big and she’s thankful when she sees the waiter with her glass of white wine. She takes a gulp, then, leans across the table toward me.

  “He must have made an excellent first impression. This isn’t like you at all!” she finally replies.

  “I can’t explain it. Honestly, I don’t get it myself. All I know is that when he touched me, I wanted to do it. I didn’t feel awkward or self-conscious like I normally do when a guy shows an interest in me. I just felt like I wanted to be with him,” I tell her.

  “That’s not a bad thing! It’s good to give in to what you want sometimes,” she pats my hand.

  I’m thankful that I don’t have to deal with a lecture but I kind of miss having someone who worries about me so I ask, “How is it that you and my mother were so different from each other?” Wondering if she might have reacted differently if I were her kid.

  “Your moth
er and I weren’t always different from each other. In fact, when we were your age we were both pretty repressed and awkward about boys. It wasn’t until I went away to college that I realized that I wanted to express myself sexually,” she tells me.

  “And what about my mother? Did you think she was a prude? Did she think you were slutty?” I ask her.

  “Your mother wasn’t a prude. Your mother was one of the lucky ones. She met your father and it was a match made in Heaven. I’ve never known two people who were more perfect for each other or more in love,” she tells me, “It’s a tragedy that it ended the way it did. Your fathers’ death crushed your mother. If it weren’t for you, she probably would have jumped off a building to be with him.” I see tears in her eyes and my heart swells.

  “But, they’re together now? Do you believe that?” I ask her.

  “There’s nothing in the world that I would want to believe more!” she tells me, “I wish they were still here. Not just because I miss my sister, but, because I wish you could have seen the way they loved each other. You were too young when you lost your dad. Too young when you lost your mom, too, but I wish you had been older so you would know what I mean when I say they were perfect together.”

  “I didn’t think you believed in that kind of thing. Don’t you ever want that for yourself?” I ask her.

  “If it’s meant to be it’ll happen but in the meantime, what? Should I sit around pining away for it?” she asks me.

  “I don’t know, it’s just, it isn’t a secret that you sleep around. Maybe the right guy for you knows that, too and it keeps him from showing an interest in you,” I surmise.

  “If my ‘sleeping around’ when I’m single is that much of a problem for him, then he isn’t the right guy for me,” she laughs.

  “You don’t think a guy has a right to want a woman who doesn’t sleep around?” I ask her.

  “Why? Is he a guy who doesn’t sleep around? If he is, he’s probably too inexperienced for me. If he isn’t, he’s a misogynist and a hypocrite and I don’t want that guy either!” she tells me.

  I’m visibly confused by her answer so she pats my hand again and settles back in her chair. I know there’s a speech coming, so I close my eyes for a second to prepare.

  “Girls are raised to believe that holding on to their virginity is some kind of virtue. Why? Is it because she’ll gain something from denying herself sexual experience? No! It’s so that a man can marry her and not have to worry about her being too experienced. That way, he can control their sex life and if he sucks? She doesn’t know any better. Then you have this whole idea that a woman’s sexuality is a tool or a weapon in the battle of the sexes. Withhold it until he respects you. Withhold it until he gives you something in return. Withhold it to make him act the way you want him to. All of these things continue the paradox of the male dominated world. If you withhold it until he earns it, it must be a prize that women carry around just to bestow upon men, right? Wrong! Being sexual when you want to be is empowering for women. Demanding that a man pleasure you as much as you pleasure him levels the playing field between men and women. Embrace your sexuality and do with it what you want. If you want to sleep with everyone, do it. If you want to wait and only be intimate with partners that you share an emotional bond with, that’s okay, too! Just don’t treat your sexuality like something that needs to be guarded or granted to a man. It’s yours! It’s not his and he has no right to evaluate whether or not he will love you against the number of partners that you’ve had.”

  I give myself a moment to absorb it all. Then, I tell her, “That makes a lot of sense.”

  Jake

  I can’t believe I left her house without getting her number! I lay on my bed and pull out my phone. First, I find her on Facebook. Damn, she barely posts anything and she only has one hundred friends. Her profile picture looks like she took it when she was fourteen. I check Instagram. She’s not there. No Snapchat, either so I go back to Facebook and try to send her a message but she only accepts messages from friends so I have to send a friend request. I’m not ready to do that yet. I don’t want my friends seeing that I ‘became friends’ with her until we fix her online persona.

  I can’t stop thinking about her. Her body is off the charts and her face is cute but it’s her personality that has me touching my dick and wishing it was back inside her. I close my eyes and stroke my cock. She’s got me a little crazy. I’ve never jerked off on the same day that I had sex twice! I’m actually excited to go to that shit school tomorrow just so that I can see her again.

  Meena

  I get up early and spend a few extra minutes getting ready for school. I want to look good when I see Jake.

  When I walk downstairs, Aunt Tess smiles. “You look good, Meena! Planning to bring that boy home with you again?”

  “No, I mean, I haven’t planned anything,” I tell her.

  “Fair warning. I have a little get together scheduled for this evening and we’ll probably end up in the pool,” she grins.

  “Thanks for the warning this time!” I tell her. The last time one of her parties went swimming there were naked twosomes and threesomes laying all over the patio.

  I grab my books and head out to my car. I haven’t had butterflies in my stomach since my first day of school here but I have them today!

  I park and walk quickly to the building. Now that I’m here, I wonder if the make- up and short skirt was really a good idea. People who never see me are looking at me now and I don’t know if they think I look good or if they think I’m trying too hard.

  I reach the senior hallway and stop at my locker. I look up and down the hall but there’s no sign of Jake so I put my head in my locker and grab my history book for first period. I slam my locker door and nearly jump out of my skin. Nick, my locker neighbor is leaning on his locker staring at me.

  “Can I help you?” I ask him.

  “Damn, girl! You look good today,” he replies.

  “Thank you, I think,” I tell him.

  “Don’t thank me. Thank whoever put you together in such a delicious way!” he smirks and I laugh.

  “You’re so stupid!” I tell him, slapping his arm.

  Shit! I look over and Jake is at his locker now. He’s standing there watching Nick and me. How do I casually mention that Nick has been my friend since I moved here and that, though he hasn’t said it out loud, I’m pretty sure that he’s also gay?

  “So, it’s him? He’s the one you dressed up for? Is he into you, too? Oh, never mind. I can see it in his eyes. Go get him, girl!” Nick says, slapping me on my butt.

  “Don’t do that!” I reprimand him, “He doesn’t know you. He’s gonna think there’s something going on between us!”

  “But, there is Sugar Tits! You’re the only girl for me. Remember?” he laughs and walks away.

  I’m walking toward Jake when he suddenly gets surrounded by the big boob Barbie crew. Two girls with their g strings showing through their skirts are standing on each side of him. He leans against his locker and smiles and nods as one of them chatters away at him. I feel my face getting hotter the closer I get. I’m right on top of them when I see one of the girls slip a piece of paper in his hand. He takes too long to let her hand go so I pick up the pace and walk right by without even acknowledging him.

  When I get to class, I see his empty chair behind me and roll my eyes. Nick is already in the room and moves to the seat beside me.

  “What’s wrong? I figured you and lover boy would be giggling and holding hands by now,” he asks me.

  “The Barbie’s had him surrounded,” I tell him.

  “And you didn’t slap those bitches back in place? What’s wrong with you girl? Don’t let those cunt’s get their claws in your man!” he says.

  I slam my book down on my desk and open it. I feel like a fool for dressing up today. I feel like a fool for expecting anything more than a good one night stand in this superficial town. Mostly, I feel like a fool for thinking that I can compete
with girls who are well on their way to becoming my Aunt Tess.

  Jake strolls in to the room like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He spots Nick sitting beside me and hesitates for a second before picking up where he left off in his casual stride.

  He stops by my desk and says, “Good morning. How did you sleep?” Watching Nicks’ face for a reaction.

  I sigh deeply and say, “This is my friend, Nick. Nick, this is Jake.”

  “Hello, Jake,” Nick says, looking him up and down.

  Jake

  I can’t believe I was worried about a gay kid! I feel a little better, but, still, something is wrong.

  “You look hot today,” I whisper and kiss Meena on her cheek.

  “So, what did I look like yesterday?” she asks me.

  “Just as hot,” I reply, brushing off the coolness that she’s throwing at me, “Did I do something to piss you off?” I ask her.

  “I hardly know you. What could you have done to piss me off?” she snaps back at me.

  The big busted blonde named Sandy comes in the room and calls my name.

  “Seven tonight. Don’t forget!” she says, smiling at me.

  Fuck, that’s it. She got jealous! I like the idea of her getting jealous. It means she’s expecting more.

  “You have a date tonight?” she asks without looking up from her book.

  “No. She and her friends just invited me to a party. You want to go with me?” I ask her.

  “Your new friends don’t want me there. They want you all to themselves,” she tells me.

  “You think I could handle all four of them?” I ask her. I see her face turn red and it makes me a little horny but I can’t let her be mad at me this early on so I tell her, “It was a joke. Girls like them are everywhere. They don’t interest me. Who cares if they want you there or not. We’ll go drink their free booze and dance to their music. It’ll be fun to piss them off. Then we’ll just go off together and laugh about how desperate and pathetic they are. It’ll be fun!”