The more I thought about our history, the more smiling memories came to mind, but the more a resounding ‘no’ answered me. Ignoring her at the dance, having her blow me, cheating on her then never telling her the full story, treating her as a glorified sex toy… Shit, even my fucking nickname for her was ‘fucktoy.’ She smiled at the end of all of it, but… I was awful to her. I was awful. I made her like this. Maybe she wanted to feel used because that’s how I made her feel. Like her only worth to me was for sex. After all, that’s when romance we really connected. Matt was right. I turned Megan indian into a slut. Worse, I turned her into a slut who gets off on feeling used, because that’s how her first boyfriend, me, made her feel right as I gave the sexually charged girl an orgasm. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “Dude.” Carson interrupted me from my thoughts. I shook my head and looked at him. He was looking intently at me. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied. “Don’t lie to me, dude.” Carson told me. “You can’t let her inside your head. She just gets off on making people feel like shit.” He snorted and looked off to the direction where she left. “I dunno what her problem is, but don’t think for a second what she said is true. fuck Remember, she doesn’t know you. Or Megan. Honestly, fuck Jenna. Fuck her. Yeah?” He looked at me expectantly. “Yeah. Fuck her.” I said with conviction, putting on enough of a show to seem convincing. On the Big Boobs inside, my feelings were in a warzone. Today was going on for way too long. It was a slaphappy comfort to know that some things didn’t change – Paul still liked to screw with my head just as much as ever. It didn’t seem to make a difference to him that we hadn’t seen each other in months. As I walked down the humanities hallway around the end of lunch period, he came from where I was heading and extended an arm to block me from walking further. “Woah there.” He simply said, turning in an over-exaggerated manner to face me. He had some kind of imitation black leather jacket on that accentuated his ridiculously histrionic poses. “I wouldn’t. There’s a drama alert blaring down that hallway, and it’s on sex DEFCON 2.” He paused and looked at the side of my head. “You get a new haircut? You look great. Catch you later.” Without another word, he casually resumed his swaying Stayin’ Alive waltz down the hallway as if the conversation never happened. I stared at him for a few seconds in disbelief, then promptly ignored him as I turned the corner, ever closer to my history class. A fine, hansom, upstanding young man with no ambition beyond becoming a Butler at my country house in Big Boobs Buckinghamshire. “I’ve always gone to that school, but recently my parents moved back here, so we could be closer to family. When I got the chance I whispered (more like a shout in that place) “well sex done, wasn’t too bad was it?” to her. It’s awkward, because she has to fuck sit in the car while I look for shit she can wear. I head over to get the rebound romance as Finn goes up and dunks it. “Look at you, overcoming indian fears, trying new things. The leaves were broader than anything I’d seen near my home, and none of them had any flowers or berries to help me identify them with. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of last night. Tentacles grasping, it pulled itself along, the alluring sound of singing growing ever louder. Just like I did on Belinda, I began an oral assault on her womanhood. He suggested that we have separate rooms but I will have none of that. “Too right.” Kate added. I take a hand from each and gently guide it to my cock. I slept on the couch when I was with them. She reached for Hades, slobber dribbling from her lips. Manjula was shocked.