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Chapter one
“Fuck,baby.You’resowet.”
Tom… Tim, or is it Jim? Whoever he is, he thinks he is God’s gift to women. My ass is up in the air, and I throw a glance over at the bottle of lube sitting on the center console of the car. This daft motherfucker seriously can’t tell the difference between lube and a wet woman. He probably thinks tomatoes are a vegetable and that we only have two fucking holes.
I’m not sure at what point I decided car sex was the best scenario for impromptu fucking, but we have to make the best of every situation, right?
My head bounces off the back seat window as he pounds into me from behind. I moan, admittedly it’s not the worst sex, and his dick is quite nice. But I can already tell this is more for his benefit, not mine.
I grip the seat, pushing my hips back onto his hard length, trying to find my own friction point. If I had more room, I’d try to reach for my clit, but this dickhead drives a three-door hatchback. My 5’8” body is already bent in unforgiving ways, trying to make room for him to move freely into me.
“Do you like that, baby?” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“Just stop talking,” I breathe out, focusing on my movements.
He grunts in acknowledgement, not thrown off by my attitude. Maybe I would be a little nicer if he had even bothered to try to get me wet. But I also know I won’t see him again after tonight, so there’s no need for pleasantries. Let’s just call a dick, a dick and leave it at that.
Jim is a good-looking guy. I spotted him tonight at the college bar immediately. He was confident, his dark eyes and blonde hair catching my attention. It hadn’t taken long for him to spot me too, as I gave him subtle glances and sultry smiles. I politely let him buy me a drink, and quickly made it known that I wanted him.
Which leads us back to my currentsituation.
Groans reach my ears, and I can tell by the increased intensity that he’s close. Fuck it – might as well try. I lean down onto my shoulder, snaking my arm down my body to reach my clit. I moan, successful as my fingers brush against it. However, no sooner had I rubbed it, my new friend halts, his groans loud as he comes.
Sighing, I drop my hand, resigned to the fact my Satisfyer Pro will be getting a workout when I get home. I wait for Jim to move out of me, and I shuffle up so I can turn around and sit down properly on the backseat.
He pulls the condom off his length, tying it before throwing it on the car floor. Okay, yeah – definitely not seeing him again.
“That was fun, baby. Can I get your number?”
I ignore him as I grab my black thong from the floor, pulling it up my legs. “Thanks, Jim. I had fun tonight.”
He stiffens beside me. “It’s Jarrod.”
Oh, right. Close enough.
“Good to know, Jarrod. Have a good night,” I say, reaching for the seat handle. I slide the seat forward, awkwardly reaching for the front door handle to let myself out. I grab my purse before shutting the door, laughing at the fogged-up windows of the hatchback and the silhouette of the confused man.
I walk off into the summer night, not glancing back at Jarrod who is still sitting in his car, dick out. Poor guy is probably having an aneurysm trying to figure out why I didn’t give him my number.
The bar is still open, and I’m tempted to go back inside for another drink. But it’s late and I have an exam tomorrow at some ridiculous hour. Brightmore College isn’t the strictest of educational facilities, but I’ve already been in hot water with them lately.
I honestly thought college would be a breeze. I assumed I would have excelled at my studies, and still had lots of time to socialize. But turns out, college wasverydifferent to high school, and I kind of sucked at it.
In high school, I wasn’t Mensa level, or a teacher’s pet, but I did well. I knew the system, and the teachers. I played it to my advantage, and it was enough to get me through. It also helped that I was popular – as stomach retching as that sounds.
For most of my high school years, I was on the cheer squad. Mom was a cheerleader before me, and apparently being blonde and pretty meant I was destined for great things. I was pressured into gymnastics, using those skills to earn a place on the squad. My best friend, Jenny, and I made a pact we’d make it together. And we did.
Like me, Jenny was also blonde and fit. She had beautiful brown eyes, and long wavy hair. If Websters Dictionary had a picture next to “High School Beauty”, it would probably be Jenny’s photo.
We always joked that we were yin and yang. I was the opposite of Jen – blue eyes, straight hair and where I had an ass, she had the boobs.
I enjoyed cheering at first. The attention was nice, and I loved working out. Whoever said cheerleading was easy or just a bunch of pompom waving, needed a reality check. Hours upon hours of training and intense aerobatic skills filled my diary, followed by a collection of trophies and medals. But eventually the cattiness got on my nerves too much. And it was no longer challenging.
I quit senior year, spending my time going out to parties and skipping football matches to play poker with the big boys. The drinking hole outside of town was largely used by biker clubs, but I found most of them to be quite pleasant. Sure, their eyes wandered, and a few made snarky, perverted comments but they almost became like a second family. At first, they all underestimated me, but when I got good and wiped the floor with them, they found respect and I found a new challenge I didn’t know I needed. I loved the rush of playing games and winning. It gave me a sense of pride that I was in no rush to give up.
Jenny, however, was mad. She fell right down the cheer rabbit hole, eventually becoming head cheerleader in our senior year. So, when her best friend quit around the same time she made captain, people started talking. The rumor mill went wild, assuming we had had some massive falling-out. I didn’t bother to correct them because it was none of their business. I had my reasons, and that was that. But not Jen, she started to resent me. She hated that I was becoming a different person, someone different to her. And that only grew more when I somehow managed to win Homecoming Queen over her.
The audacity that someone other than the head cheerleader would win the title.
