By: MJ Fields
I could bang any chick I wanted to with just two words whispered in her ear, ‘Wanna fuck?’ I had a dozen chicks under my belt by the time I’d met Tessa. All willing and waiting to hear those two words from me. I was never turned down, and let’s be honest. I didn’t even have to use those two words often. I could look at a chick and know that the juices were pooling between her swelling lips. One finger swipe across the love nub and she was cream in my hands. The sign that I was about to be buried inside whoever that lucky girl was—for that night.
I loved to feel a tight pussy clench my dick as I shoved into it. I loved to hear an uncomfortable whimper turn into my name being screamed as I savagely fucked them until they couldn’t move. I especially liked to fuck uptight little bitches who thought their shit didn’t stink and then walk away showing them they weren’t all that.
Bitches talk. One girl gets fucked right the first time and your cock is suddenly prime beach front property in the OC. The ones who acted like no one deserved their pussy were like walking infomercials. When they talked every B list girl who admired those pretentious bitches listened. After I fucked them they became a list too.
I finger fucked more girls in classrooms, on bus trips, and while at parties than anyone I knew. I was given blow jobs in locker rooms and stairwells at school. I even had three girls who at the drop of a hat would come to my house and fuck me and each other whenever I wanted it.
Get pissed all you want about what a pig I was or how crude it is that I talk about those days like that. But do give me the opportunity to help you get your head on straight. I fingered, fucked, and got blow jobs for females who weren’t looking for nothing more than a taste of what I had to offer. I never promised a second half to the Links show. I never even went down or kissed a girl that much. They knew what I was about. I just gave them what they wanted and in return got to watch my cum run down their chin or hear the screaming applause of a fan. With some of them the after effect of being done right, reaching orgasm for the first time (over and over again) confused them a bit. They got needy. Wanted a ‘relationship’. I told them the only relationship they were gonna get was via a phone call when I needed another release, cause no way was I putting myself in a situation like that. If it was good, they got my digits enabling them to do the same. Relationship involve feelings right? I watched what those types of feelings did to my parents and aside from an orgasm I didn’t need a female for anything. I had football my boys and my school work. I had goals and there was no way in hell I was going to screw that up.
Still not convinced I’m not a complete asswipe. Fine I’ll throw you one more example. Sadi Black. I let my dick lead that one. She led me to believe she felt the same as I did. I’d pick her up for school, she lived close so I wasn’t going out of my way, and she would suck me off the entire way to school. She didn’t act like it was a big thing. So after a week straight of that we were on our way to an away game and I was amped up. She was a cheerleader. I sat next to her on the bus (Mistake one) because I was gonna give her a little something back in hopes that her fondness for sucking me off in a vehicle would carry over to a fondness for public transportation.
Up her skirt my hand went and she rode that finger like a woman possessed, which I later learned she quite possibly was possessed. She added her finger to the mix and rubbed her clit as I sunk in another finger. She got a bit loud so I kissed her (Mistake two). After she came, a few times, she sucked me off.
After our win I offered her a ride home, she declined and I was instantly pissed off. I explained to her that I wasn’t gonna offer it again and that after a week of teasing I was ready give her the ride she was really after.
She informed me blowjobs and manual orgasms were all she would allow someone who wasn’t hers alone. She told me that she would not give it up to a boy, and yeah she said boy, like me. I asked her what the fuck she meant and she shook her head and walked towards a car and Joey, a guy who graduated last year, stood waiting.
I was pissed and grabbed her arm. I remember telling her that I would not be fucking used! And she laughed, “Then think of it as a mutual exchange Links. Bye bye.”
We ended up at the same after party and I ended up drunk. I was banging Tina and I heard her walk into the same bedroom I was in with Joey. It was dark so I’m sure they didn’t see us (Mistake 3) when they started throwing off clothes.
“I need this so bad. No one has ever given it to me like you Joey.”
I stood up and flipped on the light. “Says the fucking girl riding my hand to Whitney Point!”
She pretended to cover herself and I threw Tina’s clothes at her. “Out.”
“But…” Tina started to argue.
“You know the deal Tina. I’m done.”
“You didn’t come.” She pulled her shirt over her head.
“You did, consider yourself lucky.”
I looked over at Joey who was pissed and Sadi who was now crying. “I’m out Sadi. Tina you need to make someone come you go with me.”
They left together and Sadi turned into a crazy lunatic. “How dare you!”
“Fuck you!” I grabbed my boxers.
“Fuck you? You’re not worth it. I don’t share…”
“Oh no? Did Joey know that?”
“We were broke up. That was us trying to get back together. I hate you!”
“Good! I’m not too fucking fond of you right now either.”
When she started bawling I felt a bit of remorse and was fucking drunk.
“You could never give me what he could so why did you have to do that Links! Why?”
“I could give it to you better than he ever could.”
“I need a man not a boy.”
A challenge arouse and I stepped up to the challenge. “I can be a man Sadi, better than you’ve ever experienced.”
I grabbed her and kissed her.
“I can’t do this with you…”
“Try me. I won’t disappoint, never have.”
“I won’t be one of many.”
“Fine,” drunk and horny I caved. (Mistake 4)
I brought her home and she still wouldn’t give it up. But I am a competitor and if she needed me to prove something I sure as fuck was up to the challenge. I woke to my dick in her mouth in my bed. Sucking, slurping, and fingering herself. I could deal with this.
Boy was I wrong. She got knocked up right away. But this kid was in challenge mode, yet another competition. I was gonna be a Dad, better than Landon ever was to me. She was a freak. A mess, a fucking crazy ass rag. She told me I had ruined her. Like her ass had any better options in life than what I could give her. She was gonna have an abortion I told her no. We broke up, she went and fucked Joey. I brought over my three girls and had one of the raunchiest nights of my life and she appeared.
I felt like a piece of shit for days. I assumed I was in love with her since eating, sleeping, and functioning were hell. Yeah hell. I’d met it’s keeper a few times in my day. The Sadi issue just stirred those feelings back up. Feelings that I had buried in enough pussy that it had not mattered until now. A father who left you with a mother who couldn’t stay sober. That kind of hell that I certainly wasn’t going to put my kid through.
So I told her I loved her (Mistake 5) and she told me she had an abortion. Dreams crushed, heart broke, and completely devastated that that one little tiny part of me was gone. A part of me that wouldn’t be tarnished or burned by life’s little secrets was torn away from me. That life was one I would no doubt love was now gone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.
So what do I do? I fuck that bitch stupid. I bang her in hopes that she knows what it is she was losing. (Mistake 6). Then I tossed her ass aside. Fuck her, fuck everyone, and fuck love. The problem was she wouldn’t let go. She played the ‘I made a mistake’ card, and I played the hell yeah you did, go fuck yourself one.
Welcoming the change in schools that was happening that year, I played my ass off in football. I was gonna be captain, I deserved to be. My senior year playing football was going to be a year to break records and have the community talk about for an eternity.
I may have been off my normal turf (new school and all) but I would own it here. Anyone who thought I couldn’t would be wrong. Enter one big boobed blonde with an even bigger attitude.
That one girl, one little foot stomping, eye rolling, I want you, I hate you, I love you, I need you—to be my friend, turned my world upside down and inside out.
I grew up, well maybe not grew up, but grew as a person in the nearly five years I had been welcome with open arms into the Ross family. Tessa Ross… beautiful blonde tomboy who hid behind baggy shirts and a ponytail caught my eye the very first time I saw her tits bounce as she ran from her families’ pond and threw a shirt over a blue two piece bathing suit. Then she rolled those blue eyes at me when I gave her my signature stare and ‘that look’. She rolled her eyes at me, Lucas Links, star quarterback, a privileged kid, with looks and moves to back up my cocky arrogant demeanor.
Tessa Ross. My God how I loved that girl. But back then I had no clue what to do with the love she gave. I had no idea that we would go through so much, and I had no idea that even when you were in the same room with the same person so often you could still miss ever damn thing about them.
What I did know is that I lost her. I didn’t deserves her. And that I’d be damned if I wouldn’t learn from my epic fuck up and one day be exactly the man Tessa and only Tessa knew I could be.