Probably my biggest conquest was banging the prom queen, during prom, while her quarterback boyfriend waited for her to come back from the bathroom completely unaware that she actually had her legs wrapped around my waist begging me to fuck her harder.
Of course, that all changed when I picked the wrong woman freshman year of college.
Not to be read by anyone under 18, unless you’re a hot chick. Barrow, AK (not really, but you can still drop by and see who lives there if you want) The following is completely fictional.
Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.
“I guess I’ll call Uber then,” Dove sighed, flipping through her phone.
“I’m meeting Ryan for dinner and you tagging along probably wouldn’t be the best way to make him happy,” Dove said, shrugging her shoulders.
* * * * * “Dammit,” Dove grunted as she came back through the door mere minutes later. ” I asked, tucking my tablet into my backpack as I got ready to leave.
“Stupid car won’t start,” Dove said, pulling out her phone. ” “Nah, while other boys were learning how to be mechanically inclined, I was learning how to play Cemetery Gates on the guitar,” I said, shaking my head as I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
At first Dove had tried to say he actually liked me, but I’d seen it enough that I knew exactly what it was about.
You see, back in high school and college I was one of those guys that liked the challenge of fucking women in relationships, the more committed the better.