Boyfriend?

I must have what they call an old soul that has done around the block a couple times. I say that because I see High School for what it really is. I have a roof over my head that someone else pays for. I get fed nutritious food that someone else pays for. I have a bus drive close to my house that drives me to school, with gas, and someone else pays for both of those. I go to a school someone else pays for too. Someone else also pays for the teachers who only have to pretend they know something and are doing something because their union has their back.

I am given common ground with girls who know who I am and might want to say a word or two with me. The first step to getting a girl friend is talking with one. The first step to talking with a girl is coercing them to buy the false idea that you don’t want to automatically jump their bones if given the chance. They like to confuse themselves with the meaning of Love, and all that metaphysical crap, that has nothing to do with sex but they tie it in anyway. I swear Jesus must have been a girl.

I mean, people in the real world have to actually do something to get any of that, instead of having it all handed to you on a silver platter in a place called High School. Especially the girl part, normally the girls at church want marriage and commitment first. The girls at bars are just hoes, sluts, and bitches.

So where exactly do you go to pick up chicks? The internet? oh yeah, they just drool over picking up a guy they are constantly told 'could be some psycho that wants to **** or kill you.' The guys in real life can be that way too but no one ever thinks about that. They're too scared about the imaginary boogie-man who might be hiding underneath their bed.

I love that I am eighteen and get to be surrounded by nubile teenage girls. Even now that Jennifer has wrapped her tentacles around me. I begin to see her machinations when the adrenaline and endorphins started to leave my system. I start to wonder if I just made the biggest mistake of my life; the axiom is 'bros before hoes' and I just have it backwards here.

Jennifer is playing with my short hair {tip, the only girls that like their special someone to have long hair are lesbians} after we spent all afternoon studying for some exam. My future is already being mapped out by her, and that is a little creepy.

I may have had the biggest orgasm of my life with Jennifer riding me earlier and she definitely has the tightest and most delicious cunt. Yet she just turned my best friend since childhood against me. Obviously she only had sex with me to fuck with James.

What kind of boyfriend lets his best friend’s girlfriend seduce him. Sure it is better for him to find this out now, than later but I doubt that logic will convince him. Jennifer constantly molesting me makes any attempt to talk to James foolhardy.

“Why couldn’t you have just told James it was over. If you were really interested in me then I would have jumped at the chance.” I ask out of the blue.

I am afraid she will react poorly to me questioning this. Instead she smiles and jumps on top of me. She is now pinning me to her water bed, and straddling my waist. Giving my pectoral muscles feather light kisses; Before, I groan my **** and pull her face up to mine.

Jennifer growls softly. “Do you really want to have this conversation?”

I roll my eyes, “Would I have asked otherwise?” She groans her own **** and rolls to my side.

“You men are sooo slow in your emotional processing. What did you think I was asking you to my house for? Tea and krumpets? I mean, I had to practically drag you to my room as it was.”

“Attempt to change the topic: fail. Care to try the truth?” I ask more than a little annoyed now.

Jennifer slaps me hard before sitting up, and boy is she pissed now. “Don’t be a dick. How do you know I didn’t tell James that it was over? Do you think he is going to run to his best friend and cry about how manly he is because his girlfriend just dumped him?”

My eyes are watering slightly from the slap and I stare at Jennifer for a moment. “Why the fake story then about not wanting to tell your girlfriends about a sexual problem?”

Now Jennifer really growls and punches me in my gut, “You fucking dickweed. If you hadn’t given me the best orgasm of my life you would be out on the porch! I mean, who the fuck do you think I am? Some drama queen? You think your best friend James would have put up with a drama queen for the past four months?”