"About fucking you?" I loved hearing Monica gasp. It wasn't hard to make it happen. All I had to do was talk dirty to her. She loved that. "You are leaving me and going all the way to the east coast for school. You'll probably get fucked good and hard every night while I'm here all by myself missing you. We may never do this again. Matt won't let you, I'm sure."
“Matt doesn’t own me.” She panted, kissing me along my neck, tugging at my hair. When I forced my thigh between her leg she started to writhe and grind away. I knew she would. When I reached down between her legs I could tell she was ready.
I pulled away from her.
“You’re right.” I stepped back, taking a few deep breaths and looking down at my shoes. “You’re dating Matt now. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m so sorry.”
“No.” She begged. Eagerly she took hold of both my hands and put them behind her to grip her ass tightly. Her ass was too big for my personal taste but beggars can’t be choosers. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
“What about Matt?” I pushed my groin against her, pushing her short cheerleading skirt up in the front knowing there was just a thin layer of spandex between the two of us.
"I won't tell him if you don't."
Now that was a tempting offer. I was never going to see Monica again. Wouldn't it be funny if I told Matt about this right before the graduation ceremony? I smirked devilishly. Monica thought it was because I liked her. I did NOT like her. We dated for almost our entire sophomore year. Let me tell you the girl was a full-time job. Calling and texting every day to tell me about such ground-breaking stories as that bitch Dolores Higgs, who was considered cute by all the guys but not hot like Monica, that being said, Monica's manicure looked like it was done at home. Sometimes I'd actually set the phone down, go make a sandwich and take a leak and come back and she wouldn't even notice.
There was only one thing she knew about me and that was that my family had money. It didn't take me long to figure out that my family's money would open a lot of doors and a lot of legs. There was no way I could accept the future Monica was planning. She expected us to be "steadies" through high school then a grueling long-distance relationship through college. Then a huge wedding to rival those Kardashian whores and before I could say prenuptial you can bet Monica would have a bun in the oven and the paternity to prove it was mine.
But when we broke up I told her it was because of my parents. They didn’t like her. It crushed Monica but it put the anger somewhere other than on me.
I can’t be sure it was even a lie. My parents only met Monica once and that was when she dropped by as they were leaving for a month in Hawaii. I told her they didn’t approve of us being so serious, talking about a future together when we were still so young.
Teary-eyed, she fell for it and said she’d win them over. That was two years ago. I’d been using her for sex ever since. If Matt knew how many times I’d tapped her ass while she was supposed to be his girlfriend he’d probably break down and start crying like a little bitch. I heard him talking to her at her locker this morning. The I love you’s and puppy dog eyes were enough to make me want to
puke. I knew all I had to do was tell Monica I wanted to talk to her and she'd come. Or should I say cum?
"You're sure," I whispered in her ear, gently pushing aside her long, brown hair while I pushed my body against hers. Within seconds she had those little cheerleader panties pulled aside and my pants unzipped with one leg propped on the metal frame behind me.
I took my dick out and have to admit she had me as hard as an eighteen-year-old, red-blooded, American boy could be. As I entered her I watched her cheeks flush. She pulled up her top so I could rub those huge tits of hers and I did. I sucked them, tweaked them, rubbed them as I rocked in and out of her.
Her hips were like a jackhammer and her hair was flopping sloppily over her face letting me imagine she was Selma Hayack or Jennifer Alba or any other starlet I wanted and not just Monica who I’d done a million times.
“Yes!” She breathed hard. “That’s it!”
Before she could climax, I pulled out, spun her around and pulled those little panties down completely. Bending her over I took her from behind and reached around to rub that slit that made every girl weak-kneed and begging for it again before the homeroom bell could ring.
I felt my own urge rising. I stopped rubbing my hand between her thighs, took hold of her hips and pounded her as hard as I could as hard as I wanted. I reached one hand through her hair and tugged her head back to kiss her lips, my other hand finding her breasts again. They were too good and I was too wound up not to grab ahold of them again.
I watched her play with that sweet spot between her legs herself and it drove me crazy.
"You like this, don't you," I whispered to her. "Being dirty and fucking behind Matt's back. I know you do."
“Yes!” She pushed her back up against me. “Yes! Harder! Do it harder!”
Boy did I. I don't think I ever did it that hard but I was going to violate this girl so fucking hard she'd be walking funny for three class periods.
She braced one arm against the wall, her legs spread perfectly. If it wasn't for her abnormally large ass I doubt I would have ever broken up with her. She never said no to me. I probably could have taken her anally and she wouldn't have said a thing. But I wasn't into that. However, I wouldn't have said no if she really wanted it.
As it was, she was enjoying herself. With her skirt pushed up and her tits hanging down bare and smooth while her hair bounced and bobbed in the rhythm of our humping, I was ready to explode.
“That’s it.” I slapped her ass. “That’s it!”
“Yes! Lucas! Please don’t stop!”
But I couldn’t help it. I was ready to pop and so I did all over that short-ruffled skirt, all over her back and even on the bottom of her t-shirt that I had pushed almost all the way off her head.
“Yeah!” I chuckled and gasped for breath. “That was just what daddy needed.”
“Oh, wait.” She turned around to face me. “Please rub my pussy, like you used to do. One last time.”