Innocent Until Proven...

I cough up my lung as the air is driven out of me unexpectedly. Struggling to breathe, I had to remember my father telling me to never hit girls… even if you think they deserve it. “I didn’t want to tell my girlfriends that I just broke up with James because he is the most popular guy in school. He also just so happens to have the smallest dick in school too! So it was never a ‘fake’ story, and is it my fault your childhood best friend lets you be the last guy to know?”

After I finish coughing, the blood in my eyes begins to recede and I realize my dad’s wisdom. I may have jumped to conclusions. “I am sorry, I was wrong.”

“You damn right you were wrong…” Jennifer abruptly cuts herself off from continuing some long spiel that she practiced in her head… actually hearing those long spiels are always a bad thing. “wait… a guy has never said that to me before.”

“I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I wanted to see the best in James even if he probably never wants to see me again. I might make mistakes in the future too but my father always taught me that owning up to them is better in the long run.” I rub my sore solar plexus and start to get up and walk out. Jennifer definitely had the look of ‘I want you to leave’ a moment ago.

“Wait!” Jennifer jumps up and practically tackles me. We end up on the floor and she is on top of me and straddling my waist again as she giggles. “Please wait for me to actually throw you out in the future. I never had a boyfriend actually apologize to me before… I didn’t think it was possible for a stud like you to be willing to apologize too."

“I think I might like to meet this Father of yours.”

Jennifer wraps her lips around mine and thrusts her tongue into my mouth for a hot and steamy kiss. When she breaks the kiss she is still smiling, “As for your real question: I didn’t clue you in because I convinced myself that you only thought of me as James’s girlfriend. We never really talked before, James had you hidden away pretty securely. I would suggest having a double date and he would insist you weren’t interested. He would make some corny joke about me being a prude and interrupting your sexual exploits. We had a big fight two weekends ago, and he has been trying to make up for it ever since. Except, he failed to apologize. So I admit that fucking his best friend right after I dumped him is definitely a reason. Don’t guys have some rule about fucking their best friend’s ex-girlfriend?”

I laugh so hard it upset Jennifer until she figures out it’s directed somewhere else other than her. “Wait a minute, he said you were a prude? And yet you still slept with him?”

A flash of anger crosses Jennifer’s face but then she lets herself show some humility, “He is the most popular guy in school and no girl wants to go from girlfriend to ex, because you wouldn’t spread your legs for him.” She is practically near tears and ironically I had the distinct impression it is the opposite she wanted to do right now.

I stare at Jennifer shocked for a moment and then touch my lips to hers tenderly, “You girls need to seriously have some more self-respect. Besides you have it all backward, how many dates do you think James would get after it became known that he dumped you because you wouldn’t have sex with him?”

Jennifer’s eyes widen as she realizes what I said, “I love you,” she says and kisses me fiercely in response. Evidently that instantly helps her feel better. The idea that she did actually have a choice must mean a lot.

“James insisted I didn’t want to double date because it would interrupt my sexual exploits? He’s the one who’s been screwing around with cougars.”

Jennifer looks confused. “A what? What is a cougar?”

“Older woman? You know, a M.I.L.F. typically.”

Now Jennifer is annoyed but not so much at me thankfully, “No, I do not know of this M.I.L.F.”

The innocent naivety is so adorable I struggle not to laugh because my solar plexus couldn’t take it. I barely get out, “Mother I Would Like to Fuck” without my voice breaking.

Her eyes flare for a different reason this time, but still an untarnished surprise, “Really? MILF?” she thought for a moment, “Was he fucking anyone when he was with me?” I can see the dare in her eyes.