“That’s really not my thing,” she tells me.
“I know, because you don’t seem to have a thing. Let’s do my thing and go to their party,” I say.
“Why? Because you need a ride?” she says, hitting me right in my manhood.
“Don’t be that way,” I tell her, “You know that if I needed a ride any one of them would be more than willing to come get me.”
Meena
I have to admit, he’s right. They’d all be willing to pick him up and probably blow him in the car in his driveway, too.
“Just go to the damn party!” Nick, who has been listening to our conversation says.
“You want to come with us?” Jake asks him.
“I’ve already been invited,” Nick tells him, “I’ve known Sandy since I was in Gucci diaper covers.”
“There you go!” Jake tells me, “You’ll have Nick and me there to hang out with. Let’s go!”
I know it’s a bad idea, but, I’ve always had this fantasy about crashing one of their parties with the hottest guy in the room on my arm so I say yes.
All I can think about for the rest of the day is a way to get out of going.
Jake
I slap on some cologne and head toward the door. I’m almost in the clear when I hear my father say, “Jake, where are you going?”
“I’m going to a party! You told me to make new friends,” I yell back but he’s already half way to the door.
“I told you, no car for a week,” he says.
“I don’t need the car. I have a date and she’s going to drive,” I tell him.
“You found a girl who doesn’t mind driving your ass around? She’s not some chick from the Valley is she?” he asks me.
“No. She lives right behind us. Her name in Meena Harlow,” I tell him.
“Tess Harlows’ kid?” he sounds a little too excited.
“No, Tess Harlow is her Aunt. She lives with her because her parents are dead,” I tell him.
“If she’s anything like Tess Harlow, you better strap on and get ready to ride,” he tells me.
“She’s not a slut, Dad. She’s smart and funny. You’d like her. She’s too good for me,” I tell him.
“Well, you be careful with the Harlows’. I don’t want my kid ending up on the cover of the tabloids,” he says.
“Sure, Dad,” I tell him as I open the door.
He peers out behind me as Meena pulls up. He’s still watching when I open the door to get in the car. The light comes on and he gets an eyeful of her then goes back inside.
“What was your father doing?” she asks me.
“Being a nosy fuck!” I say a little too loud and she ends the conversation.
I feel bad for yelling so I reach over and run my hand up her leg.
“You want to go to my place?” she asks.
“We’re going to a party, remember?” I say.
“I just thought maybe you’d rather be alone,” she tells me.
“You want to fuck? Is that what this is about?” I ask her, sliding my hand all the way up her leg and rubbing her panties.
“Yes,” she tells me.
“We can do that,” I say, feeling my cock harden.
She pulls a u turn in the middle of the street and guns the gas.
We’re in her room tossing our clothes everywhere. I want to throw her on her bed but she drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth. I grab the back of her head and hold her still while I move in and out of her soft lips. I try not to give her too much but I’m losing control quickly and move too fast making her gag. I’m grateful for her effort so I pull out of her mouth and help her to her feet. She climbs on to the bed and I half drag her to the top of the bed. I grab both of her hands and use my knee to spread her legs. I enter her from behind and pound her in to the velvet covered headboard. She’s loving it but I want to make sure she comes so I pull out and lay down, telling her to get on top. She climbs on top of me and starts rocking. It’s okay, but she’s too unsure so I grab her hands and put them back on the headboard. The stretch lifts her slightly off my lap so I can start moving beneath her. I’m fucking her from the bottom position when she starts to roll her hips. Now she’s feeling it. She’s about ready to pop when I pull her down on my cock and make her rub herself against me if she wants to get off. She’s riding like a champ now. She isn’t gonna sacrifice this orgasm for anything. When she comes, I lift her off me and throw her down. I put her legs over my shoulders and slam her until I blow.
Meena
The sex was awesome but my plan was a failure. I thought if I brought him to my house he’d give up on going to the party, but he’s already dressed and waiting for me to clean up. Yeah, I forgot the condoms again! Aunt Tess was right. You shouldn’t use sex to get what you want from a guy because it doesn’t work!
We get back in the car and I head out for slut Sandy’s house. At least the night started good. I have no expectations that will end the same way.
“You seem pretty uptight for a girl who just had an orgasm,” he teases me.
“I told you. I’m not excited about this party,” I tell him.
“Why wouldn’t you be excited to be the best looking girl at a party? You need to take all the hate from the bitches and the lust from their boyfriends and soak it all up. Bathe in that shit till you feel like the hottest chick on the planet. Then, fuck me like I don’t deserve you. Imagine how crazy that would be?” he says and I think he’s a little bit crazy. If that’s why he goes to these parties, he might be too shallow for me.
Jake
I get out of the car like a guy who’s been holding on to an amazing secret that I’m about to take public. I open Meenas’ door for her and take her by the hand. I’m cock of the walk as I strut by these losers with Meena on my arm.
It feels so fucking good. Eat it up, bitches. I did what the rest of you were afraid to do. I took the only girl that stands out from the rest of the pathetic bitches in your school. She’s the one you secretly want to plow but you’re afraid of what your friends will think. It’s killing you because you know that I could take any one of these bitches but I chose her. Now, you’re all wondering what you’ve been missing. You’ll keep wondering because she’s mine!
We go inside and I walk straight to the bar. I ask Meena what she wants and grab a wine cooler for her. I take a shot from the open tequila bottle, then grab myself a beer. It doesn’t take more than a minute for Sandy and her gal pals to rush us.
“Jake? I didn’t know you were bringing someone!” Sandy says, leaning in to my thigh. If Meena could set fires with her eyes, this girl would burn to a crisp.
“You know Meena, right?” I ask her.
“Yes, I know Meena,” she answers, rolling her eyes like I was stupid for asking so I decide to make her uncomfortable.
“I just thought maybe you didn’t know her because you didn’t invite her to your party,” I tell her.
“I would have but everybody knows Meena doesn’t socialize,” she puts on a shady car salesman grin.
“Oh, huh. That’s weird because, I mean, here she is, right?” I say, overly dramatic with my hand gestures.
“I guess you have the magic touch, then,” Sandy says, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Trust me, I do,” I flash her my signature smile and she remembers why she invited me. Not tonight Sandy. Calm your tits.
Meena lets go of my arm and walks away from me. I’m not sure why until I see Nick waving at her.
When she’s gone, Sandy leans in close to my ear and says, “When you’re finished defiling the virgin, come over here and let me show you how a real woman can make you feel.”
I know I have to keep her on the hook so I turn to whisper in her ear. I slide my tongue across her earlobe and say, “You might get your chance.”
I watch the goose bumps form on her arms, then, I walk away. I join Nick and Meena mid-conversation.
“What are we talking about?” I ask them.
“The u
sual. How fat Tina looks in that dress. Who gave Chad Martel the crabs. Oh, and why you let slut Sandy rub her cootchie on your leg. Bye, Meena,” Nick says, practically running away.
“You shouldn’t get so jealous. I told you that I don’t want her,” I tell Meena.
“I didn’t say I was jealous. I said it was really pathetic that she would do that when she knew that we came together. It’s disrespectful,” She tells me.
“Did I disrespect you by standing there and not making a scene?” I ask her, “Because you don’t seem like the type of girl who likes scenes.”
“I don’t like scenes but you could have moved just enough to get a few inches between you,” she says.
“If I could show you without a doubt that she does nothing for me, would you be willing to let me do something a little strange?” I ask her.
“I can’t make any promises,” she replies.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to go ask Sandy to dance and you’re gonna stand right here and watch us. You can’t turn away. You can’t leave and when the dance is over you’ll have one hundred percent undeniable proof that I don’t want to fuck Sandy. Deal?” I tell her.
“Don’t do it,” she warns me, but I don’t listen.
I kiss her and go looking for Sandy without even glancing back at her.
Sandy’s easy to spot with her giant ass pressing against the fabric of her hot pink dress. I don’t even ask her. I just grab her and spin her into my arms. The crowd that she was talking to backs up to allow us room to move but we don’t need it. I pull her up tight against me and start grinding to the music. She has her arms around my neck and leans back so her cleavage is in my face. I bring one of my hands up off her hip and slide it across her exposed breasts, then, I bring my face down and lick them. I look over her body at Meena who is glaring at me like I’m the devil. I pull the girl back upright and fill my hands with her ass I rub her all over my cock. Then, I spin her around and grab her from behind. My hands are on her thighs and my dick is rubbing on the G string that’s stuck up her ass. She’s breathing so heavy, I know that I could drop my zipper and feed her my cock. She’d take it like she’s been starving for it because she is. I bring my hands up and squeeze her tits and she lays her head back on me and moans. She puts her hands on mine and uses them to make her titties jiggle.
I look at Meena again. She looks like she’s about to bolt so I let go of Sandy and push her aside. She stumbles to the couch and grabs it to steady herself. She had no idea what’s going on. I walk fast to Meena. I have to catch her before she runs. She turns to walk away from me but I’m close enough to grab her hand. I pull her back and put her hand on my limp cock.
“You feel that? You saw what I did and not even a partial rise! I don’t want to fuck Sandy. I don’t want anyone but you!” I’ve said it before I realize that the music has stopped and I’m yelling. I can feel the eyes on me and I look at Meena. There are tears welling up in her eyes now and she’s paralyzed like a deer in the headlights, or, a shy girl in the spotlight. Holy shit! I’ve just humiliated her! I let go of her hand and fumble for the words to apologize.
Nick is clapping his hands and yelling, “Enough gawking, Assholes! Turn on the music! This is a party!”
When we’re no longer the center of attention Meena storms out the closest door. I follow her to the backyard and call her name. She stops. I move in behind her and say, “Meena, look at me.”
She turns around and punches me square in the jaw. I wasn’t expecting it and it sends me back a few steps.
“Don’t ever fucking come near me again!” she says.
I see her walking around the side of the house and I know she’s about to abandon me here. I don’t go after her because I know that I deserve it. What the fuck was I thinking?
Meena
I knew the party was a bad idea but I never expected this! What kind of a sociopath does something like that? I’m angry, hurt, and want to go back there and punch him again. In fact, I want to beat the shit out him in front of God and everybody. Then, I want to punch Sandy, too! I nearly plow over a couple who’s making out on the path as my car comes in to sight. I have tunnel vision now. All I want to do is get the Hell away from here.
When I reach my car I fumble in my bag for my keys. Nick comes up and leans against the passenger side of my car but another voice comes from behind me.
“Inquiring minds want to know. Was his dick hard or not?” the voice asks.
I turn around fully prepared to stab someone in the eye with my car key but I stop when I see that it’s Andre Monelli standing behind me. Until Jake got here, Andre was the only guy at Heartbreak High that could make my head turn.
“No, it wasn’t,” I tell him.
“Good for him. Sandy’s trash,” Andre replies.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s trash, too. That was a shitty thing to do to me,” I say.
“I agree. It was a real dick move. So, what are you gonna do about it?” he asks me.
“I punched him in the face,” I say, dropping my head.
Andre laughs and looks at Nick, “God, I wish I was there to see that!” he tells him.
“Listen, Sugar Tits, we aren’t going to let you storm off and cry in your pillow over that shit head. I’ve already snuck about half of Sandy’s booze out of her house and in to mine. The three of us are going to my basement to get wasted,” Nick tells me.
I’m a little confused. I’ve never known Nick to hang out with Andre but I figure maybe they’re attracted to each other so I let go of the thought.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I have to drive home,” I tell him.
“No, you don’t. You know you can crash at my house if you have to. Give Andre your keys and he’ll move your car in to my garage. Lover boy won’t know where you’ve gone,” Nick assures me.
I hand Andre my keys and follow Nick up the grass and in to his own yard next door. Andre pulls my car in to the garage and Nick closes the door behind it. He wasn’t lying about the booze. There are cases of miscellaneous alcohol piled up by the back door. Nick rifles through it and pulls out a bottle of Chardonnay and hands it to me.
“I know you Harlows’ like your wine dry,” he tells me, kissing my cheek, “Now, go downstairs and get comfortable. We have to get the rest of this shit down there before my mother sees it!”
I’ve been in Nicks’ basement countless times. It’s familiar and feels like home. I know I’m safe here so I pop open the bottle and put it to my lips. I plan to finish the bottle and, if I don’t throw up, pass out when the world starts to spin.
I hear Nick and Andre on the stairs and I look up expecting them to sit together on the other sofa. I’m surprised when Nick drops in to the leather recliner and Andre sits next to me.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Andre asks me.
“Not particularly,” I reply.
“I understand. I’ve been through a pretty bad break up myself recently,” he tells me.
“This wasn’t a break up. He wasn’t my boyfriend, yet,” I tell him.
“Then that’s good! You’ll be pissed off for a while but it should be easy to bounce back from,” Andre consoles me.
“Sure, except that she’s been riding his dick since the minute she met him,” Nick blurts out.
“Nick!” I shout.
“Oh, sorry, honey! Sometimes I forget that other people can hear me,” he goads me.
I look at Andre and I swear he’s blushing.
“I’m sorry about that. Too much information, right?” I say, taking another big gulp from my wine bottle.
“Don’t get drunk and pass out on me. I’m trying to get to know you,” Andre says.
I’ve already had a bad night and the wine is making me warm inside so I put him on the spot, “Why now? We’ve been in school together for two years.”
“Because, I honestly didn’t know you existed last year. This year, I haven’t seen you anywhere but school. This is the first tim
e I’ve had an opportunity,” he tells me.
“What do you want to know? I’m the poor orphan from New Jersey who moved to LA to live with the only relative that was willing to give me a bed when my mother died. Said relative is not exactly the best role model as the rumors about wild orgies in her house are actually true and when she finds her new ward having sex in her pool, her only response is to hand her a pack of condoms. You know this girl right? She’s the only one at Heartbreak High who still has her natural hair color. She doesn’t buy her bras at Fredericks of Hollywood or wear them on top of her clothes so she’s pretty much invisible there. Oh! And she’s smart and socially awkward and, apparently, has very poor taste in men!” I tell him.
He surprises me by saying. “She’s also very beautiful and I wish I knew where that pool was. I have my own condoms, though.”
I stare at him for a long time before he finally breaks in to a huge smile. He makes me laugh when I want to die. I like that.
“Too much beer. Excuse me,” Andre says, getting up and heading for the bathroom.
When I hear the door close I ask Nick, “What’s going on here?”
“What do you think, Sugar Tits? I gave you something to get your mind off your troubles. I know you think he’s hot. Well, who would have guessed it? He’s in to you, too!” Nick tells me.
“Are you kidding me? Do you think I’m that much of a slut that I’ll jump from one guy to the next in the same day?” I ask him.
“You had sex with Jake today? You are a slut!” he laughs at me.
“Come on, Nick. You know I’m not like that. I hadn’t been with anyone for two years until Jake,” I tell him.
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