When Piper was in high school, she had a long running sexual affair with an extremely popular star quarterback named Bobby. They kept the relationship secret, as she was a chemistry nerd and he was a jock, and the two cliques were not supposed to mingle. Three years have passed since graduation, and Piper has returned home, only to realize how depressing life became for Bobby and all the popular kids. He now works at a gas station. After hooking up with him, she decides she needs "rescue" him and give him back a sense of hope for the future.
Warning! This 7,000+ word short story contains graphic descriptions of consensual sex and missionary sex in the woods. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
Perhaps it was the rum coursing through me? Perhaps, even when sad and vulnerable, he seemed cuter than ever. “Come here?” When he didn’t, he got up and sat down next to him. What happened next didn’t seem strange, in retrospect. I held him, and rested his brow on my shoulder. Our faces were so close; it seemed almost as if we had to kiss each other. I mean, we spent a good chunk of our high school years sitting by this creek and teaching each other about sex. This was the spot where I gave him my virginity – never mind how the next day at school, he pretended I didn’t exist. Of course, high school cliques had no time for an awkward romance between a chemistry nerd and a star football jock. We both claimed we knew that, and we were doing each other a favor by not getting in each other’s way. Still, all these years later, sitting in our old make-out spot, it seemed so natural to kiss him.
And boy, kissing him was so easy to do – never mind that I had been doing it all of our junior and senior years. Never mind that we, as neighbors, endured the awkwardness of hormones and puberty together. Never mind that, as awkward teenagers, we both used each other to learn what our bodies actually meant. Never mind that, as the star quarterback in our high school, he had Heidi “perky cheerleader” Jones as his arm candy – which made every other girl (except me) swoon as if they were red-carpet celebrity gossip. Never mind that. Bobby was always the one boy I could forgive a thousand and one times for breaking my heart. As a neighbor, I spent my childhood with him, and bonds like that are impossible to break. His body was also so familiar to me. So, when I put my arms around him, natural biology took over. Of course, not having seen him in like three years made him even more magnetic and hard to resist.
“You can have me,” I whispered against his mouth. And God – how I wanted him. In the course of a few years of college, my sex life had become nonexistent. It was like I didn’t know how to hit on men who didn’t have the name Bobby Powell. Feeling his lips against mine, his breath invading my mouth with his tongue, did something to me. My pulse raced, and I felt so warm, so hot. The prospect of having him again, after so long, put a lot out of my mind. It was like my arguing parents no longer mattered, and it was this exact same sexual escapism that had gotten me through my high school years. Only, he pulled away from me ....
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Published May 7, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.