Heartbreak High

by Tomi Dean Lynch

  My text indicator goes off and I check my phone. It’s Andre checking to make sure I got home okay.

  Aunt Tess comes down and I glare at her.

  “What’s the problem, Meena? What did I do?” she groans as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

  “Tell me about Jake. What happened with the two of you last night?” I ask her.

  “Already? You know I had a party last night. Can you wait until the pain meds and coffee kick in before you rake me over the coals?” she asks me.

  “I’m not raking you over the coals. I merely asked a question. What happened with you and Jake?” I ask her.

  “He came here looking for you. The party was in full force and I was in my room putting on my swim suit. When I came out, I found him at your bedroom door. I asked him why he was here and he told me that he did something terrible and you dumped him at the party. He was a mess. He walked here in this heat and he was covered in sweat so I told him to take a shower and I gave him some clothes to wear. While he was in the shower I smoked some of Ahmeds’ reefer. You know he claims that there’s an aphrodisiac in there and now I believe him. When Jake came out I invited him to smoke with me and he did. After a few hits I could see that his dick was hard. It probably wasn’t because of me. It was probably whatever Ahmed puts in that reefer but I tried to seduce him anyway. I thought I had him, too, but he told me no because he wanted you. I’m sorry. Between the wine and the reefer and the fact that he said you two had split up I just lost control. He’s a very sexy guy and in my condition at the time, I wasn’t thinking about you or what was the right thing to do,” She confessed.

  “You’re a really shitty person sometimes,” I tell her, “I understand that you believe that fulfilling your urges is the right thing to do but when you do it at the expense of the people you love? That makes you a shitty person!”

  “I’ll take that to heart but maybe you should look at this from another perspective. If he did sleep with me, you’d know for sure that he’s a shitty person, too. He didn’t. Forget about me and ask yourself; what does that tell you about him?” she tells me.

  I’m sure it’s just her way of deflecting blame but she does make a valid point.

  “I think I might see someone else for a while,” I tell her.

  She drops her cup and grins at me, “Really? Who?”

  “A guy from school. I noticed him before Jake but I didn’t think he was interested. Now, I know that he is so I’m gonna see where it goes,” I tell her.

  “And Jake?” she asks me.

  “I don’t know but, please, don’t sleep with him!” I tell her.

  “I promise! He’s off limits. Can I make a suggestion, though?” she asks me.

  “Sure, why not?” I say.

  “Why not see both of them?” she asks me.

  “Because that’s not right,” I tell her but she disagrees.

  “When I was a kid we dated several people at the same time. It was perfectly normal. You’re not looking to settle down and get married so why do you need to be committed to one person? You’ve seen the old movies where all the pretty girls had gentlemen suitors? They were boys vying for the girls affection. It wasn’t until sometime in the 80’s when people decided that they had to make every guy they liked their steady boyfriend,” she tells me.

  “But the girls in those movies weren’t having sex with their suitors. Maybe that’s what changed,” I argue.

  “Oh, honey! Everybody was fucking in the seventies!” she tells me.

  It’s a thought to consider but I wonder if it’s possible to have the best of both worlds?

  “Honey, Jakes on the patio,” she tells me, “Do you want me to tell him to leave?”

  “No, it’s okay,” I tell her and head out the door.

  I look at him. He’s pathetic. He has his head down and he’s pacing back and forth.

  “Jake?” I say, calmly.

  “I’m sorry that I stormed off like that but what you said hurt me,” he tells me.

  “I didn’t mean it. I said it so you would get mad and leave,” I confess.

  He looks up at me and I see hope in his eyes.

  “Were you lying about the other guy, too?” he asks me.

  “No, that part was true,” I say and he drops his head again.

  I walk over to him and put my hand on his head. He looks up at me and I hug him. He collapses in to my arms. I can barely keep us upright.

  “Jake! I have to ask you something,” I tell him.

  “Ask,” he says.

  I release my hold on him and take a step back so that I can study his reaction when I ask him, “Would you be okay with us seeing each other but still seeing other people?”

  He looks taken aback then says, “You broke things off with me because I danced with another girl and you almost took my head off because you thought I slept with your aunt but you’d be okay with me dating other people?”

  “We didn’t have any kind of understanding before. What if we did now?” I ask him.

  “So, what happens if I’m out with a girl and you walk in with one of your boyfriends? Are we supposed to be comfortable with that?” he asks me.

  “Maybe. I mean, if we aren’t, then we’ll know for sure that we shouldn’t be seeing other people, right?” I tell him.

  “I guess so. Is this your way of keeping me on the hook while you try that other guy on for size?” he point blanks me and I know he’s right.

  “Maybe it is. Would you be okay with that?” I ask him.

  “I can see anyone else I want, too?” he asks me.

  “Anyone except my aunt! She’s still off limits!” I tell him.

  “I don’t know. I’d have to think about that for a while. You just told me it’s only because of this other guy. What if you fall for him? You just dump me?” he asks me.

  “Honestly? Yes,” I tell him.

  “Damn, Meena, I don’t want to lose you completely but the thought of you fucking someone else is too much for me right now. I really have to think about this. If I say no, are you gonna tell me that this is over completely?” he says.

  “I think so,” I say, “I’m not comfortable making a commitment to you right now.”

  He moves toward me and pulls me in to his arms. It feels good there. I lay my head on his chest and breathe in his scent. It’s already so familiar that it feels like home. He runs his hands down my back and pulls me in tighter. I feel his erection on my thigh. I look up at him and he kisses me hard and deep just the way I like it.

  “This shouldn’t happen right now, Jake. We talked about this,” I tell him, but he lifts me off my feet and kisses me again.

  I wiggle away from him slightly and tell him, “I don’t want to say no to you but if we do this, it doesn’t change anything that I just said!”

  “Okay,” he says, pulling back against him. He kisses me again, then says, “Let’s go to your room.”

  I take him by the hand and lead him through the house to my bedroom. He’s yanking at my clothes and I tell him, “Slow down!”

  This confuses him. I’ve always been wrapped up in the passion and wanting nothing more than to get him inside me as quickly as possible but this time, I want to try something different. This time, I want to try making love. I help him out of his shirt and lead him to my bed. I sit him down so he can watch me take my clothes off, slowly and deliberately. When I’m finished I walk to him and put his hand on my breast. I move it around so his fingertips barely make contact with my skin. He starts breathing heavy. I do, too. I move his hand to my stomach and then, to my hips. He reaches out with his other hand and pulls my hips forward. He puts his head on my stomach and makes little circles on my flesh with his tongue.

  I climb on to the bed and lay down. He gets up and removes his shorts. I look at his pretty cock as he climbs on to the bed beside me. I put my arm around him and begin kissing him, gently as he runs his hand up and down my body. I reach down and touch his cock for the first time. It jumps in my hand. He’s
dying to get inside me. He licks my breasts and slides down my body. He puts his tongue inside me again and I moan. This time, I’m going to reciprocate. I tug on his leg insisting that he straddle my face. I grab his cock tightly with my right hand and slip the head in my mouth. I roll my tongue around it, then, open my mouth and lick the entire width of him before sealing my lips tightly around his head again.

  His tongue is making me crazy now and I tug on his cock while I suck on the first four inches. He pulls his face away and starts rubbing me with his hand as he moans and digs the fingers of his other hand in to my thigh.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” he warns me but I tug a little faster on his swollen shaft.

  He buries his face inside me and takes my swollen clit between his lips and sucks on it until I want to scream.

  We come together and he quickly turns around and wraps his arms around me. We lay together for a long time fondling and caressing each other. It doesn’t take long for him to become hard again.

  “Can I fuck you?” he asks.

  I pull him down on top of me and say, “Fuck me.”

  Jake

  I walk home in a daze. The best lay of my life and she keeps getting better! I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of her giving it up to someone else with my approval. I don’t want to agree to this, but I don’t want to lose her either.

  I look down at my phone thinking, “Who can I call for advice on this?” but there’s nobody. My friends at my old school are no better than the whores who go to here. They’d think I was crazy if I called them with some bullshit like this.

  They’d say, “Don’t you want to be able to fuck anybody you want and still keep a good piece of ass on the hook?” because that’s what we’re supposed to be all about. We don’t catch feelings!

  My father is sitting in the kitchen looking at something on his laptop when I come in. He looks up at me, takes off his reading glasses and lights up a smoke.

  “So? Did you make up?’ he asks me.

  I don’t want to do it, but what choice do I have? I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t talk to somebody so I tell him what she said.

  “Well, there you go. She really is a Harlow!” he tells me, shaking his head.

  “So, what do I do?” I ask, “I don’t think she means it. This whole thing started because I danced with another girl!”

  “She doesn’t mean it for you. She means it for herself. She expects you to sit around and wait for her to throw you some scraps for being a good boy while she goes out and screws this other kid whenever she wants,” he tells me.

  “I don’t think she’s like that,” I argue.

  “Then, how else do you explain it? You can’t,” he says.

  “So, what are you telling me? Cut her off?” I ask.

  “No, I’m telling you to play the game. You know how. I’ve seen some of the girls that you’ve brought home. You’ll have no problem finding one that’s hotter than her to prance around on your arm,” he tells me.

  “What’s that gonna do?” I ask him.

  “It’s going to make her crazy with jealousy. That’s what. Once she sees that you’re in the game, she’ll tell you it was all a big mistake and that she wants to be with only you!” he says.

  Damn, I think the old man is on to something. If it works, I get Meena and if it doesn’t I don’t come out looking like a total loser.

  “Take out your phone and pick out your next conquest. You’ll have the Harlow girl begging for you by Wednesday,” he assures me.

  “Thanks, Dad,” I say.

  I honestly feel better so I pull out my phone and start scrolling through the profiles of the twenty or so girls who have friended me since I moved here. I spend a few minutes comparing them to Meena but there is no comparing them. To me, she makes them all look like second class citizens so I just start messaging all of them. Since we’re playing a game I might as well keep playing. I’ll interview these chicks to decide which one it’ll be.

  By now everybody on my friends list knows what happened at the party and there’s a line ten deep of bitches who want to be the next to take a ride on me. They all look alike to me and none of them seem to have any redeeming qualities so first, I look for the girl with the least number of female friends. When girls like this are alienated it’s usually because they’ve broken the code and crossed the line. The line of morality in this place might be thin, but it does exist and if she did something so bad that these other sluts backed off, she could be the one. This narrows my search down to three chicks so I start laying on the bullshit hard with all three of them while I scroll through their pictures and past relationship statuses to see where they’ve been and who they’ve been with.

  I have to make sure I find the one who doesn’t mind getting dirty in public so Meena can see but, I also need to find someone who I could never possibly end up having feelings for. I’ve broken that cardinal rule once now. I can’t let it become a habit. I’m totally in the game talking about relationships and shit but something makes me stop. I’m not a total scumbag. I need to make sure the one I pick is tough enough to handle what I’m about to dish out. I don’t need some crazy stalker making my life hell when I dump her and get back with Meena so I add a bonus round to the competition.

  I start asking questions:

  “If we were at a party and my dick got hard, would you blow me right there in front of everyone?”

  “If we were hanging out at your friends’ house and she wanted me to fuck her, would you let me?”

  “If I fucked your friend, would you blow me when I pulled out?”

  “If I just wanted to use you to make someone jealous but promised to give you the ride of your life in the process would you be down for that?”

  Only one answers yes to all of my questions so I eliminate her. She’s too desperate and probably lied about everything. She’s a stalker in the making.

  The other two answer yes to the only question that really matters; the last one, so I invite them over. I don’t tell them that I’ve invited them both. I want to see how they react when they realize that this twosome is really a threesome. If they get bent out of shape, they need to bounce.

  They’ll be here in a couple hours so I go upstairs to shower and change. If nothing else, at least I’ll have a little fun and get my mind off my broken fucking heart.

  Meena

  “I told Jake that we should see other people,” I tell Nick.

  “Like instead of each other or in addition to?” he asks me.

  “In addition,” I mutter, “I just can’t keep my mind off him. I threw him out of my house this morning and then had sex with him twenty minutes later! He’s in my head bad but I really do want to give things a chance with Andre. Hell, I don’t know what I want!”

  “Congratulations, Sugar Tits! You are now a card carrying member of Heartbreak High. The skanks have assimilated you,” he sneers.

  “It’s not like that! Not really. It’s like my aunt said; we’re young. There’s no reason for us to commit to one person right now,” I tell him.

  “Now, you’re using your aunt to justify your behavior? Really? You were the first one to say that there’s no redeeming her!’ Nick laughs.

  “What I’m doing isn’t like that! I’m not planning on having threesomes with Jake and Andre. I just want to go out with both of them,” I say.

  “Girl, if you do decide to have that threesome, let me watch. That would be a beautiful thing to behold!” Nick teases.

  “Be serious!” I shout, “Do you think I’m being a whore? Am I asking for something that I’m not entitled to have?”

  “Look, girl, if those two agree to your rules, then there’s no reason not to play the game. I have to say, though, I don’t think Andre is going to. I think he’s different but I could be wrong. I thought you were different, too,” he tells me.

  “If I were expecting the two of them to be faithful to only me, that would be wrong. I get that, but, that’s not what I�
�d be asking. I’d be asking them to date me without making a commitment. They can see other people and I can see other people. Why would that be so wrong?” I ask.

  “See, now you’re not only asking the two of them to play by your rules. You’re asking every girl that they go out with to play by your rules, too. You know how catty girls are! If they did agree to date a guy who was seeing another girl at the same time, they’d just do everything in their power to out stage you and get the guy to themselves. And, what about you? If you ran in to Jake or Andre on a date with another girl, how would you feel? Really?” Nick says, “You see Jake and some chick making out in the back corner of a restaurant and you know they’ll be fucking before long. How do you feel?”

  I take a minute and try to imagine the scene that Nick set for me. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that seeing something like that would crush me. I don’t know what I was thinking! I got wrapped up in the idea that Andre might like me. He seems safe but when I saw Jake this morning I knew I wasn’t ready to let him go. I guess I just thought that my aunt’s idea would allow me to keep Andre on the hook in case Jake hurt me again and I ended things for good. I was telling myself that they could see other people, too, but I never stopped to think that one day we could end up in the same place and I would have to come face to face with their ‘other life’.

  “You’re right, this was a stupid idea,” I tell Nick.

  “So, who will it be? Jake or Andre?” he asks.

  I hesitate and he laughs at me, “Girl, don’t pretend that you don’t know! Go get Jake!”

  Jake

  I’m primed and ready for my date with the two bimbos’. I worked out so my arms and chest would be tight. I want them to want me so badly that they won’t mind sharing if it comes to that. Dad and wife number four are out for the night so we’ll have the house to ourselves. I figure, maybe we’ll hit it in the hot tub, too.

  I’m just about to put on some music when the doorbell rings. Damn! At least one of these bitches is prompt as hell, I think. I finish what I’m doing and take my time walking to the door.