A New Boyfriend

Sophie Broncs crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stared at that loser Daniel. Gawd, what was his problem, anyway, bumping into her like that? Probably some kind of perv trying to get his rocks off by touching her.

Gross.

She'd always given Daniel a hard time, but he deserved it. If he would just get with the program, not be such an idiot, maybe dress a bit nicer, get a haircut, then maybe she'd cut him some slack. As it was, he was a waste of space. A waste of HER space. She made a mental note to mention the bump to some of the jocks she liked to flirt with. Maybe that would teach him to pay attention to where he was walking.

"What do you mean, I have no girl?" Sophie was snapped from her thoughts by Daniel's irritating voice, "You're the one who begged me to be your boyfriend."

Something seemed weird for a moment, as if Sophie couldn't concentrate. She stared into the distance until her mind cleared. What had Daniel said?

Oh yeah, the boyfriend thing. It was true, and in all regards, Daniel was a good boyfriend, even if Sophie had asked him out on a dare. It was a waiting game. Waiting for the perfect moment to break up with him, humiliate him. Sophie didn't feel good about it, but she knew she had to keep her status in the school. Dating a loser like Daniel was not good for her popularity, no matter how many flowers he bought her.

"Yeah, about that..." she started, but was cut off.

"And all those times you told me how crazy you were about me," Daniel continued, "All those sexy pictures you texted me to convince me," his voice dropped low, "and all those hand-jobs you promised me!"

Again it took Sophie a moment to absorb what Daniel had said. For some reason his words seemed bigger than they were, heavier. Once they landed, though, they made perfect sense. She had been watching, obsessing over Daniel for quite a while. In a lot of ways, he was her perfect fantasy guy. No style, bad hair, kind of clumsy, exactly what she'd been fingering herself to since she discovered how to get herself off.

Landing Daniel was no easy task, either. Very quickly she had lost count of how many sexy pictures she had sent him, how many skimpy outfits she had worn before she decided to discard clothes altogether in the photos. And the hand-job promises, well that had been the clencher. He didn't know that she had been willing to go so much further. So. Much. Further.

"Baby," she whined, "I'm sorry for being mean before. Don't be mad, k?"

Sophie's dreamboat boyfriend stared at her appraisingly, as if he were really seeing her for the first time. With a big smile, Sophie posed for her (hopefully) future husband. She could see a day where she would meet him at the end of the aisle, wear his ring, bear his children. But that day was long in the future. Not that they couldn't have fun now, though. She reached out and took Daniel's hands, placed the on her hips, then grabbed his face. He didn't even get a chance to blink before she pulled him in for a kiss. Oh, and what a kiss.

Sophie loved her boyfriend.