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Chapter 25

Her parents loved Ryan of course, although they made it clear they would prefer it if they didn't have sex. But they knew, although they weren't particularly liberal, that she was going to do it anyway, and trying to stop her would be useless.
For the holidays senior year, he took her into the city. They went on a cruise around the water, eating dinner on the ferry. They were the youngest ones on the boat, and it was filled with happy couples, some who'd obviously been together a long time. They slow danced, holding each other tightly on the small dance floor. Then they went to the opera, seeing Les Miserables. It was incredible. And she was laughing the whole time, at all Ryan's jokes. Being with him was the best part of the play.
They were so in love, it was so perfect. Too good to be true?
But it was true, she thought. This is real. Even the hotel was perfect. It was a fancy one too, although that didn't matter. But the night was perfect. "I love you so much," she whispered, in tears, when he took her into his arms. "I do!"
"Hey," he told her gently. "I love you too. I love you Jen. If I didn't have you I'd be dead." She kissed him, standing on her tip toes to do it. He kissed her back, hugging her so tightly. As one, they dragged themselves back onto the bed, where they lay, kissing and touching each other.
She climbed on him, licking his ears and his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over his strong chest. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her hem up to her hips. She ground her hips into him, gasping from the sensations, even through all the layers of clothes. She led his hands to her back, where he unzipped her dress. Rolling off him, she slid it down, past her hips. He stared at her, in a red satin teddy. She climbed over him, pausing to kiss him, and stood back up. She dimmed the lights, then got a bottle out of her bag.
"What's that?" he asked, smiling.
"Body lotion," she told him. "Edible body lotion..." He grinned at her, and she climbed back onto the bed. She stripped him, pulling his pants off to reveal his hard swollen cock, which pointed to his head. She gripped him, fondling him and making him gasp. She climbed back on him, the soft satin of her teddy rubbing against him. He gasped again, the sensation so incredible. She kissed him over and over, then poured some of the sweet smelling liquid onto his chest. She rubbed it into his skin, sensually covering every inch of his upper body. She climbed off, pulling him onto his stomach. She massaged his shoulders, and his back, as he let out his breath, relaxing so much. He consented to just being worked on, letting her rub his body for a long time. Her hands traveled lower, massaging the oil into his ass and thighs. He tensed up a bit as her saturated fingertips slid between his buttocks. They lingered there, something they'd never talked about nor done. She probed him, one finger slipping up inside him just the smallest bit. Her other hand rubbed his back, and he relaxed, enjoying the sensation. Her finger pressed down, stimulating his prostate. He almost came right then, gasping loudly. He moaned, but tensed up again, and she removed it.
Her hand slipped lower, between his spread thighs, delicately smoothing the oil into his sack. Then she worked lower, massaging his calves and even his feet. Her fingers slipped under him, spreading the oil onto the front of his legs. He wanted to fuck her, he was so close to cumming, but he just laid there, trying not to. Then she began with her mouth, and he squeezed his eyes shut as goose bumps ran across his body, despite the warmth of the room. He felt the wetness, and the soft flicking and licking of her tongue as it traveled down his spine. She came back up, sucking his ears and the back of his neck. He tried to turn over then, begging her to please, make him cum. But she didn't let him, whispering in his ear, "Not yet..." while she still sat on his legs.
She climbed off and licked him all over, running her tongue over his legs and his hips. Finally she let him roll on his back, and he gripped his pulsating cock, ready to aim it into her.
But she just smiled, and instead went down, kissing his chest and licking up all the lotion she had put on him. He breathed so hard, rapidly. He groaned in frustration, as her mouth traveled downward, and downward past his aching groin to his thighs. She licked his thighs, and his knees, his slight leg hair sticking to him with the oil. He slid downward, desperately trying to get his dick to her mouth. But she went downward too, teasing, to the end of the king sized bed, and still kept kissing his calves. His heart pounding in his ears, he begged her, please.
She looked at him, lying there so desperate. She crawled up to him, and crouched over him, kissing him. His hands fumbled underneath her, trying to push aside her teddy so he could get in. He pulled it down off her shoulders, groping her breasts while he searched for the entrance.
But she crawled off him again, instead attacking his dick with her mouth while he gasped. She swallowed him whole, taking the whole thing past her lips. He sat up on his elbows, groaning, his eyes squeezed shut. She sucked him, hard, up and down. He yelled, holding her head while he thrust up into her. Moaning, he exploded in her mouth, down her throat. He shot what seemed like gallons of sperm, his body convulsing with each spurt. Gasping, he collapsed back on the bed, still slightly thrusting into her mouth as the last drops were drained from him.
Ryan lay there, eyes closed, breathing hard. He finally looked up at her, staring at him, and sat up. He pulled her down to the bed, staring down at her body, still halfway covered by the teddy. He slid it off her, and she lay there, naked as him. He grabbed the bottle, and she smiled at him, sighing in pleasure. He went to work on her, pouring the oil all over his palms and then rubbing them over her body, massaging it into her breasts. They went all over her body, until she was covered in the sweet oil. Her breathing became faster, more rapid, while she stared up at him. He licked the edible lotion off her, the tip of his nose dragging along her skin. Then he buried his head between her thighs, lapping her juices up and probing her folds. She moaned, gasping. He licked her clit, and all around it until she was on the brink of cumming. Her fingers ran through his hair, while she moaned again. His hands under her ass, he lifted it up, pushing her to his mouth. She cried out, his slippery tongue flicking inside her. Her legs went over his shoulders, squeezing his head between them. He sucked her clit, harder and harder, and she cried out again, shrieking his name and that she wanted him to fuck her. He wasn't much good at teasing her, doing so would prolong his own pleasure.
Instead he climbed on her, sliding up into her dripping hole. He lay on her, pumping and laboring between her thighs. He sat up on his knees, still thrusting, her hips off the bed. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he fingered her, rubbing her clit while he rammed into her. She gasped, throwing her head back. She thrust back at him, her vision blurry as she came. She cried out, over and over. He kept at it, groaning from the sensations of her vagina clenching him so tightly. He fell back onto her, grunting as he continued to fuck her.
Just as he was beginning to get tired, supporting himself above her, she pushed him on his back. She straddled him, grinding herself into him. Then she leaned back, and brought her legs in front of her, past his shoulders. He rubbed her knees and thighs in front of him, then, using his knuckles, he ground into her clit. He'd never done that before, and the sensation was incredible. Pleasure shot through her body and she climaxed again, shrieking his name and "Oh God!" over and over.
She climbed off of him, laying next to him. He took a break himself, trying to avoid cumming yet. He licked her nipples instead, kissing her while she held him tightly. He kissed her for so long, his erection softened just a bit. She leaned over, taking him in her mouth again until he was hard as steel again. She turned onto her side, away from him. He entered her again, thrusting slowly, then faster, and faster, then slowly again, driving her wild while his fingers strummed her clit. Over and over he brought himself to the brink, then stopped himself, still giving her climax after sweet climax.
Finally, he kept going, thrusting into her from behind while she lay next to him. He yelled, pumping his hips as fast as he could. He came high into her, and she groaned when she felt it. He kept thrusting, getting every last bit of pleasure from his orgasm, while he gasped, and moaned. He fucked her until he went soft, spent and drained. They both lay there in the dim light, trying to catch their breath.
His head rested on her shoulder, and she twisted around to face him.
"I love you," she said, kissing him.
He nodded, saying, "I love you too. 'Now and forever'..." he told her, quoting the engraving on her ring.
They had fallen asleep like that, his sweaty chest against her back. When they woke up they hadn't moved.


Chapter 26

(Matt's flashbacks... )

Matt lay in bed, feeling happy and yet miserable. His mom had let him stay home from school fortunately. He couldn't help but feel miserable, considering his appearance and how much he hurt. He hurt physically, but also emotionally. But he was happy too, happy that Jen didn't hate him and that he'd talked to her. He wondered if he could really call her. He considered calling her and not saying anything, or hanging up, just to see if she was there and to hear her voice. He'd done it before. But he always felt like a dork afterwards. He thought about every single time he had seen her... He'd loved her instantly. He couldn't help it, he supposed, his hormones were out of control. She'd treated him well all year he guessed, and he had always had a glimmer of hope that she liked him whenever she would smile at him, or talk to him. He fantasized that she really liked him, and not Ryan.
He first saw her the week before school started. He was on the football team, and practice started two weeks before school. He got to know this guy Mike, who he'd known before but never was really friends with, pretty well. Mike invited him home after practice one afternoon to get something to eat and hang out.
He had a cool house, and they played video games in his room and talked about stuff. They heard some people come running up the stairs.
"My sister," Mike explained. "Probably Jen, too." "How old's your sister?" Matt had asked. "Oh, she's seventeen. Jen's still sixteen I think. Yeah, her birthday's in October."
"Are they seniors?"
"Yeah."
"Are they hot?" asked Matt, his mind always on girls. He figured now that he was in high school he ought to be getting laid all the time.
"Man, shut up! That's my sister!" Mike exclaimed. "Jen's pretty hot though," he added.
"Cool."
Mike paused. "Have you ever done it?"
Matt paused too, thinking whether he should lie and say he had or not.
"Me neither," said Mike.
Matt smiled too. "Well, I guess I will pretty soon. I want to anyway!"
"Well, duh! Of course."
It was getting really late; Matt called his mom to tell her where he was, but she wasn't home. He was supposed to be home awhile ago though.
"My mom can give you a ride home when she gets home. Probably in like an hour or so."
"Oh."
"We can asked my sister though. She might say yes." "Okay," agreed Matt enthusiastically.
They knocked on her door. They heard voices and music.
"Come in!" called a female voice.
Mike pushed the door open and walked in, Matt trailing after him.
One girl, Mike's sister Matt assumed, as she had the same white-blond hair, lay on the bed. Another girl stood in front of the closet, which had a mirrored door. Oh my God, thought Matt.
The other girl, (was Jen her name?) was trying on clothes apparently, as they were all over the room. She was only wearing a skimpy bikini, and she was unbelievably tan. She wasn't really tall, but she was incredibly built. Her chest filled out the bikini top. Her brown hair hung in waves down her back. He saw her face in the mirror, and she was beautiful, he thought. He took all this in in about two seconds, and that's all the time it took it seemed for the blood to flow and his dick to get hard in his pants. He stared at her while Mike asked his sister if she could drive Matt home.
Jen turned around, and smiled at the boys in the doorway. Matt blushed, looking away for a second. His sister, Dana, made a face. "Where do you live?" she asked Matt.
Matt was staring again at the other girl, who was turning around and looking at herself in the mirror. Mike poked him.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
Matt told her.
"Oh, that's right by Jen's house," his sister said. Jen turned around again and looked at him. He blushed again.
"Yeah, I'm going home soon. I can take you home if you want. Can you wait a few minutes?" she asked him. He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's fine," he said, trying to act cool. "Thanks," he added. "No problem," she told him, giving him a smile. "God, I hope I don't lose my tan soon," she said to Dana. "Don't worry about it," she said. "God, Jen, you're so skinny!"
"No I'm not!" said Jen. "I think I gained too much weight this summer. This bathing suit was looser on me when I tried it on in the beginning of the summer." "Oh, it's still loose though. God, you're a twig!" Jen rolled her eyes. Mike and Matt still stood in the doorway, looking at her.
"Oh you're so fat Jen," whined Mike, teasing her. "You're just a whale!"
"Screw you!" laughed Jen.
"No, I think you have a nice body," said Matt honestly.
She turned and looked at him again, her smile making his heart race. "Thanks," she said.
"Nuh huh, Matt. Jen's a fat pig," insisted Mike. She rolled her eyes at him. She turned around and put her bra on, over her bikini top. She hooked it up, then undid her bikini and pulled it out from under the bra. Matt stared at her while she pulled a T-shirt on, a long one that went past her hips to her thighs. She pulled down the bikini bottoms, kicking them off and then pulling on some peach colored panties. Matt tried to imagine what she would look like without the T-shirt, so he could see her between her legs. He'd never seen a real naked girl, except for his little sisters, but he supposed that didn't count.
She pulled on some jeans shorts, and he stared at her buttoning them up while Mike and his sister talked about something. She didn't seem to even notice he was watching her. Matt wondered if he could get dressed like that in front of a girl he didn't even know. He doubted he could get dressed in front of a girl he did know. She sat down on the bed, flipping through a stack of pictures that lay there.
"When are you going home?" asked Mike.
She looked up. "Oh, like ten minutes. That okay or do you need to leave now?" She looked at Matt. He gulped. "Nah, ten minutes is fine. I don't have to leave right away," he added.
She continued looking at the pictures. She lay back and laughed over one with Dana.
Mike pulled on him, and they left, closing the door behind them.
They walked down the hall to Mike's room. "Man, doesn't that give you a woody?" asked Mike. "Oh man..." Matt groaned. "Damn! I was hoping she'd take her clothes all off. What's her name, Jen?" "Yeah, that's Jen. She's been best friends with my sister, like forever. She slept in my bed once," he bragged.
"She did? Were you in it too?" Matt asked, jealous. Mike laughed. "No. I wish! She was drunk and she just came in and passed out. I had to sleep in the guest room." "Wow. Cool," he said, impressed. He felt cool himself, that she was going to bring him home. What could they talk about?
"Yeah, me and her are friends too," added Mike. "Oh yeah?" asked Matt, wistfully.
"Yeah. She's really nice," he said.
Finally he heard her calling Mike in the hall. Mike nodded at Matt, "Get your bag."
Matt grabbed his things and followed him out there, trying to act casual. She was still talking to Dana, saying that she'd call her later. She looked at Matt. "Ready to go?" she asked.
He followed her down the stairs, while Mike said he'd see him tomorrow at practice. Matt prayed he didn't stink too badly, or that she wouldn't notice if he did. No one ever took showers at school, but he wished he had for once.
They went out into the summer evening. She had a cool car too, a Jeep, one of the new kinds.
"My car's really messy," she explained. "Sorry." "No, it's not. It's cool."
"Thanks. So what's your name again?" she asked, starting the car.
"Oh, Matt."
"Are you a freshman?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"I thought so. I mean, I've never seen you before." His heart raced. Did that mean she wanted to see him again? Or that she would have noticed him if she had? "What position do you play?" she asked. "Huh? Oh, quarterback," he told her.
"Really?" she asked. "My boyfriend's quarterback too!"
His heart sank. He might have guessed she had a boyfriend. "Oh yeah?' he asked half-heartedly. "Yeah."
He felt pretty cool though; he'd never been driven anywhere by someone who wasn't an adult. Plus she was hot. Would he see her at school? They sat in silence for awhile. "Are you looking forward to high school?" she asked, trying to make conversation.
"Yeah! Eighth grade was lame," he said. "It'll be cool."
She smiled. "This your street?" she asked. "Yeah, it's a while down though," he said, wishing he could think of something cool to say. He wondered about her boyfriend, he wondered if they has sex. He tried to picture her having sex. He wondered if she was going to go out with him tonight.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" he asked. Oh, shit! he thought. It's sounds like I'm coming on to her! "Oh, I don't know. Probably not much," she said. "I still have to get my school supplies. Echh! I hate school."
"Yeah, me too!" he said. "It's that one there," he pointed out regretfully.
She pulled over, and smiled at him. "Well, it was nice meeting you," she told him.
"Yeah! Nice meeting you too! Thanks for the ride," he added.
"Oh, no problem! I'll see you around school probably!"
"Yeah, see you around," he said casually, closing the door. He walked coolly into the house as she drove off. He dropped his bag on the floor, then went up the stairs. He went into the bathroom, peeling off his sweaty shirt and looking at himself in the mirror. He flexed his muscles. He was much bigger than other guys his age, he thought. He didn't have any hair on his chest. Was he supposed to? He didn't know. He kicked off his shoes and shorts, turning on the shower. He shivered in the draft, then he sighed in relief as the spray of hot water hit him. His dick had softened, but the need was still there. He washed his whole body, thinking about her.
He thought about when she drove him home. Instead of saying it was nice to meet him, she could have put her arm around him, and looked him deep in the eyes. She could have kissed him, then said, "Matt, I want you." He tried to imagine her unzipping his fly and leaning over in the car, sucking his dick.
He rubbed himself, squirting some conditioner onto his palm and using that as a lube. He closed his eyes and rubbed faster, remembering her in the bikini, more than half naked. It wasn't hard to picture her completely naked. One hand gripped his balls, while the other was a blur, rubbing the head of his dick faster and faster. He tried to imagine himself on her, fucking her with everything he had.
Soon he let out a cry, muffled under the spray of the shower, as he jerked, shooting cum everywhere. He gasped, and groaned, as his knees felt weak, and he thrust his hips forward.
"Shit!" he gasped.
He felt ashamed immediately, he always did. Then he felt sad, and lonely.

With the excitement of the first day of school, he forgot about her. He had English and Biology with Mike, and he was hoping they'd be friends. There were so many new kids he didn't know, a lot of pretty girls too. His middle school had been mostly white but now it was really mixed.
But he saw her the second day of school, in the library when he went to get his books. She was in there too; he saw her immediately, laughing with some other seniors. He wanted to go up to her but he couldn't; he was only a freshman besides.
He walked by her nervously, heading toward the door. He paused, turning around and looking exasperated, like he was waiting for someone really slow. He tried to act casual again, stretching and yawning. She looked at him, and his heart raced. She was eating an apple, but she smiled and waved at him, and he smiled back. He fantasized in class about her. What if he saw her everyday, or went out to lunch with her? He wished he had a car, or his friends did, so he could hang out in the parking lot. He wanted to find out more about her from Mike. He thought Mike was pretty cool. He was glad when they became friends, and he ate lunch with him on the lawn everyday. They always talked about girls, but he didn't want to be obvious about liking Jen, so he couldn't just bring her up out of the blue. But he did anyway sometimes.
"Oh, I saw that girl that was at your house you know. The one that drove me home. What was her name again?" he asked casually one day, even though he knew. "Huh? Who, Jen? Jen," he told him.
"Yeah, that's right. Um, is her boyfriend Scott Alberg?"
"Alberg? The quarterback? No, Ryan's her boyfriend. He goes to Woodland. He's their quarterback. Why?" "Oh, because she said something about her boyfriend being the quarterback and I thought maybe she was going out with Alberg."
"Oh, no."
He knew he didn't have much of a chance with her, deep down, but he wished he could just hang out with her. He was disappointed with his social life, he didn't go out much last year. He figured nobody but him stayed home on Friday and Saturday nights. He wondered what she did for fun. Probably get drunk and stoned, he thought. He'd never done either although he wasn't against it. He just hadn't. He wondered if she was a virgin. Probably not, he figured, jealous.
She had the same math teacher as him, the period before his. Sometimes she would stay behind and talk to people, or the teacher, and he would see her though they never talked. Usually she was gone by the time he got to the room though. He never knew where she sat, but one day he saw the seating chart for all the classes. There was her name, Jen Halleran. She sat one seat in front of him. He considered writing, "I love u" on the desk, but only briefly. If she knew he liked her she'd probably never talk to him again, or maybe make fun of him. Thursdays after school were the days students could make up tests if they'd been sick. He'd missed one, and one day he came in and she was sitting down, talking to this guy. His heart raced. The teacher wasn't there yet. He squeezed past her, saying "Excuse me" as though he was annoyed. She looked up, and smiled at him, saying hi.
"Hi," he responded. He got out his books and tried to look busy.
She continued talking to the guy, this really skinny guy with a baseball cap on. Matt wondered if she liked him. Maybe she'd broken up with her boyfriend. But they were talking about him.
"I mean," she was saying. "We've been to six Homecomings so far."
"Oh yeah, huh," the guy answered. "But you're still gonna go to both this year?"
"Yeah. I'll have to get two new dresses," she complained.
He laughed. "I haven't seen him since like, August. Remember that pool party in the Oaks?"
"Oh yeah. Well he's the same. Except he has the sniffles!" she cooed.
He laughed. "He has 'the sniffles'?"
"Yeah! He's sick," she stuck out her lower lip. "Oh, poor baby. I guess you can't kiss him now." "Oh, well too bad. I kiss him anyway," she laughed. "My little brother's on his little brother's soccer team," the guy said.
"Really? Which one? Will or Robby?"
"Will I think. He's like 9."
She smiled. "Yeah, that's Will. He's the cutest I swear. He's so cute."
"He looks just like Ryan. I swear, he is Ryan." "I know! He does! He's the sweetest little boy." "Robby looks like him too, but not as much." "Yeah, he does a little bit. He sounds like him now. His voice is totally changing. I call and he answers and I'm like 'Ryan?' and he's like, 'No, it's Robby,'" she said in a low voice. "He's grown so much." "Yeah, total growth spurt."
"He is so perverted. I mean, he's like, Hyperpuberty Boy."
The guy laughed. "How old's he?"
"Like thirteen. He's in seventh. I think he's twelve actually. Anyway, one time I stayed there and watched them this summer while Ryan and his parents went down to look at colleges. And you would not believe how disgusting he is, Brian."
"Why? What did he do?"
"Well, he's like asking me all these questions," she said, looking over at Matt, the only person around them, to see if he was listening. She didn't think he was. "He's like, 'Do you fuck my brother? Do you suck his dick?'" she whispered.
Brian snorted.
"Shut up," she said, tossing her head. "Anyway, he goes, 'How do I get a girl to suck my dick? Will you suck my dick?'"
"He asked you to suck his dick?" asked Brian, surprised.
"Yes! I was gonna slap him, I swear."
"Damn! Whatta little pervert. Did you tell Ryan?" "Yeah. He beat him up," she laughed. "But actually I just told him to talk to him, because he was really confused and stuff. So he did. I guess all the girls at his school thought he was a pervert too."
"He is! Ryan's a pervert too, though. Don't you think?" he laughed.
"Well, sure. He's a pervert too. But that's different," she smiled.
"Yeah, 'cause you like him being a pervert." "Yeah! But anyway, Will! He's so cute. He's like," she whispered, "'Do you know what S-E-X is? Have you done SE -X?'"
"He's a little skater now, huh?"
"Yeah. He thinks he is anyway. He shaved his head! And he wears all the baggy clothes, and skates to school. He thinks he's cool. But he is a cool kid. He's gonna be so hot when he grows up. Oh my gosh, you know what he said?" "Huh? 'Will you do S-E-X with me?'" he joked. "No!" she laughed. "It was so sad. I like, cry thinking about it. One time like last summer, hey you better not tell your brother this okay? Will'll kill me." "Sure. My brother's a dork."
"Anyway, I was at his house one Sunday morning and he was really quiet, you know? And his mom kept asking him what the matter was. And so we're all sitting there, and he like whispers, 'How come when I wake up I feel like I have a bone in my dick?'"
Brian burst out laughing, and Matt tried to conceal his own laughter.
"And so we're all sitting there staring at him for a second, in shock you know, and he starts to cry and he says, 'I think I have cancer!'"
Brian continued laughing. "Oh man! Boner!" "That's what Robby said. He's all shouting, 'Boner! Boner!' at him. So Ryan and his dad had to tell him what was up."
"Literally!" he laughed.
She burst into laughter. "It was so cute!" she remembered.
Another guy came in, and he sat next to her, pulling her hair. "What's up?" he said.
"Nothin'. We're just talking about Ryan's little brothers," she told him.
"Oh yeah! They are exactly like Ryan. They are him."
They laughed. "That's what we were talking about," Brian said.
She got up to throw her gum away.
"They're just like Ryan," repeated the other guy. Matt thought his name was Jeff. He laughed. "They're gonna be gettin' laid every night too when they're his age!" Brian laughed.
"I heard that!" she exclaimed, sitting back down. "I swear, you guys are just like rabbits." "We are not!" she exclaimed.
"Yuh huh! I know you are. That's cool," said Jeff. "He's so full of it though."
"Why? Why do you say that?"
"I mean, he's like 'I'm the best,'" he told her. "He's the best? What, you mean, in bed?" she asked. "What's he say?"
"Oh," he laughed. "He's always like, 'I'm the best, I have the best mouth, she's always so satisfied, I'm the greatest...' That sorta stuff!"
She laughed. "Yeah, sounds like Ryan."
"Is it true?"
She smiled. "He's a good boy."
They groaned. "Oh! I see. He's a good boy is he?" said Brian. "I suppose you're the one that tells him he's the best!"
She giggled. "Well, of course! Guys need compliments. No, but he is very good," she said seriously. They rolled their eyes. Matt felt a pain in his stomach. "He said he did it six times in one night," scoffed Brian. "I don't think so."
"Six times?!? Yeah right. No guy can do it six times!" said Jeff.
"No! He did I swear," she protested.
"Bull fucking shit," said Jeff.
"No, I made him."
They laughed. Matt was finding this quite interesting.
She rubbed her eyes, remembering. "We got in a huge fight that night," she said, not smiling. "Oh yeah? No guy can do it six times in one night. Maybe three or four. What was the time frame?" he asked. "Um... Like, from like nine o'clock to maybe three in the morning."
"Maybe..." conceded Brian.
"No really! I was really drunk, and God, I don't know what my problem was. Anyway, the first time I was like, 'Let's do it!' and he was like, 'YEAAAHHH!!!'" she said enthusiastically. "Then I was like, "Let's do it again,' like right after, and he's like, 'Yeahhh!!!' And then I was like, 'Again!' and he was like 'Aright...' And then awhile later I was like, 'Again! Again!' And so he was like, 'Awhhh!'" she groaned. "'Yeah, okay.' And then I was like, 'More! More!' I mean, I was waiting awhile. But then anyway, so he's like, 'No! Well, okay. Wait a few more minutes.'"
"'And suck my dick,'" interrupted Brian. "Shut up!" she told him. "And then after that one, he was really tired, yeah, it was really late, and I was still going, 'More! More! More!'" the guys laughed "and he was like, 'No, okay? I can't do it again! Haven't you had enough?!?' And so I kept bugging him, and he kept saying no. And then I got mad, or I was just pretending to be mad, and I like turned around and faced the wall and wouldn't talk to him. And he's like, 'Jen! God, I can't do it! I'm tired! I don't have any left!'"
They laughed again.
"And I tell him he could at least try, and he's like, 'There's no point! I canNOT do it six times in one night, okay!'"
"Right," Jeff nodded.
"So I say," she cringed, "'you would if you loved me...'"
The guys groaned, reeling from her words. "No! I can't believe you said that!" exclaimed Jeff. "Ooooooooo..." he groaned.
"Goddamn!" groaned Brian. "That was not cool." She nodded in agreement. "I was kidding! Really. Yeah, he got so pissed. He like jumped out of bed and started yelling at me."
"Did you cry?"
"Yeah! I always cry whenever he yells at me. I can't help it! Anyway, he was really pissed and he was like screaming at me and he was about to throw me out of my house, and I was just sitting there crying, going 'Ry! That's not what I meant! I meant you would at least try!'
"Ooo, big difference," said Jeff.
"Well, anyway, so he was also really pissed because he thought I was on XTC, because once I said I wanted to do it, and you know how it makes you really horny? Well he told me he wouldn't let me do it, which was cool, but anyway he was totally convinced I was on it. It took me like an hour of him screaming and me crying to convince him I wasn't on it. But he was so mad, he was like, 'I don't have sex with you to show you I love you. I do other things to show you I love you.' Totally making me feel bad. And than anyway we made up and we did it again." They laughed. "Awright," said Jeff. "Okay, maybe six times in one night."
They looked over at Matt, who was staring at Jen, and laughed. He'd been listening of course, but it was still funny.
"But he doesn't talk about what we do, does he?" she asked seriously.
"Well," said Jeff. "Not really. But he does talk about you a lot."
"Really? What does he say about me to his friends? He's different sometimes, when he's around his friends. Not you guys, or Josh or Corey, but his football friends that I don't know."
"Really? I don't know, I don't know them. Oh, well, I mean, we all know he worships you. You're like, a Goddess."
She laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah!" laughed Brian. "I swear, it's like, all his friends are his little army, and our mission is 'Protect Jen.'"
"Shut up!" she laughed.
"No really. You better marry that boy, I swear." "Yeah, we will. If I got pregnant we'd get married now," she told them.
"Oh yeah? Well, anyway, he talks about you a lot. If we're over and he calls you, and you're not there, then he gets like, sad and stuff."
"Really?" she asked. "Awwwwh..."
"Yeah, and you know what," said Brian. "Josh told me that one
time, I guess all three of you were all over at his house, and you had to leave or something?" She shrugged. "I guess I remember."
"Well, anyway, he said that after you left, Ryan's all, 'You know that girl that just left? The one with the brown hair and beautiful blue eyes?' And Josh was like, 'Uh, yeah? You mean, Jen?' And Ryan goes, 'I'm gonna marry that girl.'"
"Really?" she asked again, her face lighting up. "Ohh!"
They laughed, and the teacher came in.
Matt stored all this information away. It was a bundle. He was impressed that she had sex. Of course he was jealous, too, of her boyfriend. God, he couldn't imagine yelling at her. Even if she was being bitchy. But he obviously loved her. He fantasized that he was her boyfriend.


Chapter 27

Whenever Matt saw her his heart raced. And then she was always gone, into the classroom, or the parking lot, as fast as she had appeared, she was gone. He had hung out at Mike's a lot, but she was never there. One night he went over to his house, to work on their biology project. It was due the next day, and they'd both been slacking off. They had their notes, but still had to write the paper. He was in a bad mood, because Mike kept promising to work on his part, but he never did. It was already eight o'clock.
"We'll write it in my sister's room," said Mike, as they ran up the stairs.
And she was there, laying on the bed watching TV. He tried to act casual. Dana was on the phone, but she waved to Mike to use her computer. They pulled in another chair, and Matt sat down.
"Hi Jen," Mike had groaned.
"Hi Mikey," she'd said. Mikey? he wondered. The minute Dana had gotten off the phone, it had rung again.
"Hello?" Dana said. She looked at Jen. "Um, what if I say she's
not here?... Well then, what if I say she is?" Jen raised her eyebrows at her friend.
Dana raised hers back, covering up the receiver. "It's Ryan," she explained. "He said, 'Is my girlfriend there?' and I said, 'What if she's not?' and he goes, 'Then I'll be happy.'"
"He'll be happy?" asked Jen.
"Yeah, and then I say, 'What if she is here,' and he says, 'Then
I'll be sad.'"
"Oh really?" Jen snorted. "Well I wouldn't want to make him sad!"
"She doesn't want to make you sad," she said into the phone. She paused. "Oh. He says he'll be sad because he's really tired and he wants to go to bed." "So go to bed," Jen said plainly.
"Go to bed," relayed Dana. "Oh... Just a second." She threw Jen the cordless phone.
"If you don't want to talk to me then don't," said Jen. "So go to bed! I'm not standing in your way... Yeah... Oh... Yeah, I know. . . Why are they there?... I don't care, I was just asking. . . Hey, I'll let you go if you're so tired... Really? Oooh, Ryan! Bad!" she teased.
Matt was trying to listen in, but at the same time not be obvious, i.e. keep telling Mike what to write next.
She sat up. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?... Sorry!. . . Yeah, yeah... I just meant it's a Monday night. I never said that..."
She clicked the phone off, and slammed it down on the bed. Dana took it, hanging it up. They're fighting! thought Matt.
"What? Did he hang up on you?" she asked. "No. I hung up on him. Wait give me the phone." "Why? Are you going to call him back?"
"Yeah..."
"No! Don't! Wait five minutes first."
She sighed.
"What was his problem?"
She lay back down on the bed. "He was being such a prick! I was like, 'Fine! You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to!' And he's like, 'Oh, I'm drunk,' And so I'm like, 'Ooh! Bad,' and he gets all mad, and says, 'Don't you lecture me about drinking!'"
"What a dick!"
"Yeah, and I'm like, 'Ryan, that's not what I meant.' I mean, he never drinks on a weeknight. Usually not even on a weekend, you know? So I said that, and he goes 'Oh. Well, whatever.' So I hung up on him."
"What's his problem?" asked Dana.
"I don't know. His asshole friends were over there, and you know how he's different when they're there..." "Nah, it's probably because he's drunk. He's nice to you Jen," interrupted Mike.
"Well he's still being a dick."
"Do you guys fight a lot?" asked Matt, curious. "No, hardly ever. We've only fought like, four times!"
"Have you guys been going out a long time?" he asked. "Three years," she told him.
"Wow," he said.
"Right. I don't need this shit," she said. "Jen! Come on, don't cry!" exclaimed Dana sympathetically.
Matt looked over, she was rubbing her eyes, laying on the bed. She sniffled. Yup, she was starting to cry. He couldn't believe it. Her boyfriend was such a jerk, he would always want to talk to her if he was him. Dana leaned over the bed, hugging her. "Come on, you know he loves you. Sometimes he's just in bad moods. Aren't you ever in bad moods too? It doesn't mean you don't love him still."
She nodded, swallowing her tears. The phone rang. "Hello?" asked Dana. She looked at Jen. "I'm not here. He can be happy," she said sarcastically.
"What if I say she's not here?" asked Dana. "Oh yeah?... Well what if I say she is here?... Well what if I say she's here but that she... Okay! Okay!" She handed Jen the phone. "He's all, 'Will you just give the fucking phone to my girlfriend!"" she imitated. Jen snatched it up. "Don't you speak to my friends that way!" she screamed. "No, you listen!... Goddamn you, what the hell's your problem... No, it is not me ... Why are you being like this Ryan!" she cried. Matt and Mike raised their eyebrows at each other. "Should we leave?" he whispered to Mike. Mike shook his head.
She continued yelling at him, starting to cry again. Matt wanted to comfort her. "I never said anything bad about them!... Unlike what they say about me though, huh?... No!... It's different, Ryan, it's different!" she sobbed, her face in her hands, her chin resting on her knees as she sat back against the wall. "Oh, oh. Not because you don't want me to be upset... Oh, isn't that just fucking classic," she snapped sarcastically. "Listen to this you guys," she told them. "Ryan says, 'Don't cry Jen. Don't cry in front of your friends; it makes me look like the bad guy!' Well why do you think I'm crying!" she screamed into the phone. Matt sat there watching her, as she cried and argued. It isn't fair, he thought. Why does he get her when he treats her like this?
She swallowed her sobs a bit, and got quiet, listening to him talk. "Uh huh... Yes!... But I'm just telling you Ryan, it's different lately... It is!... I haven't seen you hardly at all since school started... I know that!... But, you obviously have time for them! You didn't invite me... Yeah, I'm sure they just came over and forced the beer down your throat while you protested, saying, 'No! I have to study!'" she said sarcastically. "See, now you're not even listening! Bullshit!... What?" she gasped. "What? What did you just say?" she gasped, starting to cry again. "I can't believe you just said that! That was over two fucking years ago! I can't believe this!" she sobbed. "You never forgave me for that, did you!... I never said I was!... Yeah, right... No you don't!. . . Oh yeah, well I'm sure getting drunk will really contribute to excellency tomorrow during practice!... Oh, yeah, well maybe they can suck your dick from now on since you love them so much!"
Matt widened his eyes, and Mike tried to keep from laughing.
"Go Jen!" Mike laughed.
"You tell me to fucking shut up one more time and we're through, ya got it!... Yes, you did! You just said it!... Oh, same damn thing! I could too!... I don't want to fight with you! You started it! Well what am I just supposed to ignore it? That is not going to help," she said. "It's not. You don't want to talk. You don't call me anymore. We don't go out anymore... Well, not like we used to! I know that," she whispered. "I know, but you don't tell me these things. I'm not a part of your life... I know... Yeah, I know... Why?!? Because you're friends just came back in! Is it embarrassing to fight with your girlfriend in front of them! You're so different... See, now you're not even talking to me!... You're not, you're talking to them!... Oh, I see. See, you can't bring yourself to apologize or say you love me in front of them... No, not in front of them!... You can talk to them all you want," she said sweetly, hanging up on him.
She wiped her eyes, still crying.
"Come on, Jen," said Dana, wrapping her arms around her. "It'll be okay. What did he say?"
"He's just such a jerk," she cried. "He's all, 'Oh, like you're perfect! At least I don't lie to you!'" "What? When did you lie to him?"
"Fucking remember Brett," she sobbed. "Fucking two years ago!"
"Oh my God, he brought that up? I can't believe it!" exclaimed Dana.
"That's the only time I've ever lied to him. This is supposed to be the best year, senior year! And look what's happened to us," she whispered.
"It's okay," said Dana. "He loves you, he's just stressed with school and college and football and everything."
She nodded, still crying. She lay back on the bed. Matt and Mike worked on the project for awhile, but he kept looking over at her.
Awhile later the phone rang again.
"Hello?" groaned Dana. "Yeah, just a second." She held the phone out, and Jen shook her head. "She doesn't want to talk to you. I don't blame her either...
Yeah, I know you do... What?... Then why do you... Yeah, aright." She held the phone out again. Jen still shook her head.
"I think he's sorry..." she told her. Jen said nothing. "No, she won't!" she said into the phone. "No, she's right here, she just doesn't want to... She won't take it... Aright, I guess. But if she leaves she leaves," she told him.
Jen still lay on the bed, facing the wall. Dana pushed a button on the phone base, putting it on speakerphone.
"Jen..." said a male voice. "Come on, I'm sorry. I am!"
She didn't answer him. Matt listened intently. "Jen, please. I don't want to break up with you. You know that I love you," he said.
"Yeah, I'm sure your friends aren't in the room," she sniffled.
"What? Aright, fine! Hold on!"
She cried, her face in her hands. They could hear him as he yelled for his friends to come in the room. "Okay, are you guys all here?" he asked. He sounded drunk. A chorus of male voices sounded. "Now my girlfriend. Her name is Jen by the way and she's very nice and very beautiful. I love my girlfriend a lot," he whispered. Jen sobbed. "And I'm sorry I was a jerk. And I'm saying this in front of my friends so they know too that I'm a jerk. Jen, I love you," he whispered. "Please talk to me. I'm too drunk to come see you 'cause I can't drive 'cause I'm drunk. And I can't find my car," he whined.
Jen sobbed, laughing too.
"Your car's in your driveway!" someone at his house hooted.
Crying, she got up and took the phone.
"Ryan, you're drunk," she cried. "I do, I do... I know, that's why it scares me when it seems were growing apart... Yes, definitely... Yeah, I know... They're leaving? Yeah, it's almost 9:30... What? You're mumbling! Yes... Hello? Ryan," she said gently. "I can't hear you if you put it on mute... I hear the clicks..." She put the phone on mute herself. "He's putting me on mute so I can't hear him crying... I can hear the clicks!" she told her.
"Ohhh! He's crying?" asked Dana.
"Ry, I love you too... I know... Sure, I'll make you spaghetti," she told him, giggling as Dana laughed. Matt laughed too. "Man, how much did he have to drink?" asked Mike.
"Yes I do," she said in the phone. "Yeah, sure... Yes, I'll remember the sauce... Ryan, you are drunk! How much did you drink?. . . Twelve?!?" she exclaimed. "He had twelve beers and a 40 in the last two hours," she told them.
"Damn!" said Mike.
"No, I'm not mad at you for drinking!... I know... No, you do. Better than me anyway. Well, you sorta drank too much. No! You are not driving!... Yes, I do believe you... Yeah but how do you need me?... Ryan, I think you're too drunk, honey... No! That's not what I meant!... Ry, no! Take it off mute, please..." She covered up the receiver. "Now he's all upset because he thinks I think he can't get it up!" she whispered. "Well, he's drunk!" exclaimed Mike.
"Yeah, I know but he... What?" she asked into the phone. "You had it on mute I didn't hear the whole thing. No, I know... No, no. It's okay. Ry, are you sure though? You're just drunk... You know your rule... I know... Yes, babe, I understand... I'm sure you'll be passed out by the time I get up there anyway. Plus you need your sleep!... Where are your parents, anyway?... Oh. They didn't care?... Oh...Yes, I do... Baby, I love you," she whispered. "I know you are... Okay... Yes... Yes, I love you. . . No, I'm not!... Aright, goodnight..." She hung up the phone, groaning in frustration. "He's like, 'I'm about to pass out. I'm drunk. My posters are weird! You're mad at me still. I love you. I'm drunk!'" she mimicked.
Dana and Mike laughed, and Matt smiled. He felt miserable, though. She would never be his. He should just get over her, he thought. He was wasting his time. But I love her, he thought.

About two weeks later Mike's parents went up to the city for their anniversary, spending the night in a hotel. Mike invited Matt, and this other guy from their football team, Darin, to spend the night. They rode their bikes around town, eating at McDonald's and hitting on girls. Finally they returned to his house, and with nothing else to do, settled on a game of Life. Matt felt a bit childish, but his sister and Jen weren't there anyway.
He asked about her. "So, what did your sister do tonight?"
"Huh? Dana? Oh, she went out."
"Oh, yeah, with who?" he asked casually. "I don't know. Probably Jen and Ryan and whoever. Why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering."
"You like his sister!" teased Darin.
"No I don't. Shut up!"
"No, he likes Jen!" laughed Mike. "He wants her ass bad."
"Shut up," he muttered. "I do not."
"Yuh huh! You always ask about her."
He ignored him, instead getting into the game. He kicked himself for asking about her so much; he hoped if he stopped for awhile Mike wouldn't think he liked her. He didn't know about Mike; he might tell her. He considered himself good friends with her, although Matt didn't know how much truth there was to that. Awhile later they heard car doors slamming in the driveway. The side door opened and Jen walked in. Matt gulped, taking a sip of his soda. She was dressed up, wearing a short plaid skirt and black stockings. From the look in her eyes he guessed she was either really tired, really drunk, or both.
"What are you playing?" she mumbled. "Oh, Life! I love this game!"
She sat down next to Matt. She picked up Darin's little blue car off the game board, and made it drive off the board in front of her. "Vroom vroom!" she laughed, steering the little car off the table and onto Matt's lap.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
She ignored him, saying again, "Vroom vroom!" She took the little car, dragging it up his thigh and his chest while he shrank away from her, blushing. "Vrooom," she said, now moving it up his shoulder and his neck, giving him goose bumps from the cold plastic on his bare skin.
Mike and Darin were laughing at her, the former saying, "Uh, Jen? I think you're too drunk to drive!" She looked at him, tossing the piece onto the board. "I'm not drunk," she slurred. She looked over at Matt. "You know, you have really pretty eyes," she told him. Matt blushed. "Thanks."
"Ooooo, Matt," teased Darin.
Shut up!!! Matt thought. But she didn't notice. "Ryan's pissed at me 'cause I'm drunk," she whined, putting her head on the table. She didn't move, and Matt wondered if she was passed out.
The door opened again, and Dana and three other people came in. She still didn't move as Dana and the two of the guys went down the hall.
The third guy looked at her, tickling her scalp with his hands. She still didn't move. Is that Ryan? wondered Matt.
"So, I hear you're mad at her for being drunk," said Mike. It is him, thought Matt.
He'd never seen him before, and he was impressed, although he never would admit having checked out another guy. He was tall, and strong, with brown hair which needed a haircut. Matt knew he was great looking; he was exactly the kind of guy that every girl would check out and compliment.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not. Did she say that?"
"Yeah."
"Nah. She's just drunk. She keeps asking me if I'm mad. Right, hon?" he asked her.
"You are too mad!" she answered, sitting up. "Even if you don't know or admit it."
"Well if you keep saying that I will get mad," he laughed.
"See! You are too mad," she repeated, whining. "I have to go to the bathroom. Because I'm drunk," she added, giving Ryan a pointed look as she went down the hall. The other two guys came back in the kitchen. They sat down at the kitchen table with the freshman. Matt felt like a baby, playing a board game on a Friday night. "Let's play poker," said one of them.
"Yeah. Go get cards," Ryan said to Mike, sitting down as well.
"Okay," said Mike, who went to his room. Ryan caught Matt looking at him. "What's up?" he asked him.
"Nuthin'," said Matt, looking away.
"What are your guys' names?" he asked.
"I'm Darin."
"Matt," he said.
"You guys freshmen?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah," said Matt.
He nodded. "That's cool. You guys play poker?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure!" said Darin.
"Sure," Matt said, although he hadn't. "But I haven't in a while."
"Oh, well, we're not playing for money," Ryan told him.
"Oh. Okay," said Matt.
Mike returned with the cards and chips, and all six guys settled into a game. The other two guys were Corey and Alan. Dana came in and pulled up another chair, leaning her head on Alan's shoulder.
"Where's Jen?" asked Ryan.
"In my room, I think. I don't know what she's doing." "Ah," he answered, raising Mike.
Jen returned in a few minutes, her heels off. "What's up?" asked Ryan, his eyes on his cards. Slinking over to him, she straddled his lap, her head on his shoulder. Ryan continued playing, while she muttered a few things to him. He shook his head, twice. Matt watched as she began covering him with soft kisses, her tongue on his neck, and ear. The other guys kept an eye on her too, Matt noticed, while they continued the game. She kept murmuring things in his ear, and kissing him on the mouth, fully. Ryan pretty much ignored her, except to close his eyes when she kissed him. Matt was at a perfect angle to see both their tongues touching as they kissed. She held his face in her hands while she kept kissing him. "Harper," prompted Corey. "Your turn!"
Ryan took his mouth away, leaning forward to take his turn. She was pressed backward into the table, turning her head around to see everyone. Her eyes met Matt's briefly, as they did the other guys'. Her eyes were glassy. She must be really drunk, thought Matt.
She murmured again in Ryan's ear, and this time Matt heard what she said, "Let's do it, come on, now." Ryan shook his head again, saying, "No!"
Ryan won that game, laughing loudly at the others' misfortune. While Alan shuffled, Jen leaned back onto the table, her legs straight out behind Ryan's arms. She stretched her arms out, groaning. Ryan ignored her still. She reached back and pulled the clip out of her hair. Raising one leg over his shoulder, she sat back up, shaking her hair down. Matt widened his eyes at his view, as her skirt fell back up her legs, revealing the top of her black stocking and several inches of thigh, and finally the edge of her black underwear. "Is this turning you on?" she asked Ryan. "It's turning me on," said Alan, laughing. Matt agreed silently,
squeezing his legs together.
"Uh, am I hard?" Ryan asked sarcastically. The other guys laughed, and she responded by grinding her hips into him, bucking against him while she laughed. "Knock it off," he snapped.
"Ryan!" she whined. "Come on, please?"
The freshman guys couldn't believe their ears. Here was a girl, a real girl, begging to be fucked. And more than that, the guy was turning her down. "I said no!"
She pouted, taking her leg off his shoulder. "You're mad at me," she whispered, leaning on his shoulder. "I am not!" he insisted. "I don't care if you're drunk but right now I'm trying to play a simple game of poker. Got it? I think you need to go to bed anyway," he added.
"I'm not tired!" she whined.
"Yes, you are," he told her. "How many people here think Jen needs to go to bed?" he asked loudly. "Raise your hand if you're sure!" giggled Jen. Dana, Mike, Alan, and Corey agreed with Ryan enthusiastically. Matt didn't want her to go to bed though.
"But I'm lonely," she whined. "And it's scary in there."
"Jen, I'll be right out here," Ryan told her gently. "If any robbers or rapists come in, just scream and I'll come in and protect you, okay babe?"
"But," she insisted. "It's dark. What if I can't see anything and I think it's you and I let him?" she pouted.
"Well," said Ryan. "As soon as he takes out his little tiny dick you'll know it's not me for sure, now won't you?" he grinned.
Everyone laughed, including Jen.
"But you promise you won't leave?" she asked him sadly.
"Promise," he told her, giving her a kiss. "Okay," she said. "But you have to put me to bed," she insisted.
"Aright, after I win this hand."
"You know I'm just kiddin'," she told him in his ear. Ryan smiled at her, giving her a kiss.
Matt felt that same sickening pain in his stomach, the jealousy and hurt eating away at him as he watched her with Ryan, knowing she would never even consider him. I'm just some stupid freshman, he thought, who plays board games on a Friday night.
After Ryan did win that hand, she dragged him out of the kitchen and down the hall.
"I guess he's out," said Darin with a grin. "Nah, he'll be out in a minute. He doesn't fuck her when she's drunk," said Corey.
"Yeah, not when she's drunk," said Dana. "Why not?" asked Darin.
Corey shrugged. "I don't know, ask him." "I think it's because one time she like freaked out, and she didn't know what was going on and who the hell he was. I think she was high though too. But anyway he was pissed," said Dana.
"I'd do her when she was drunk," said Darin. Matt agreed silently.
"I know, huh?" said Alan. "He's got some control, man! I'd hit that anytime!"
Dana sat up, rolling her eyes. She crossed her legs. Was she going out with Alan? wondered Matt. Alan redealed, and they waited for Ryan to come back. Dana walked out of the kitchen, without saying anything. Ryan passed her as he walked in. "Man, what's up?" he asked.
Alan shrugged. "I don't know."
"Does she want to get back together? She was all over you tonight."
"I don't know. She's drunk I guess. I don't really care," he added. "I'm sort of still getting together with Michelle."
Ryan nodded, checking out his cards.
"You hit that?" asked Corey.
"Who, Michelle? Nah, not yet," answered Alan. God, they all screw each other, thought Matt. He wondered if Mike minded when they talked about his sister. Did he care if she had sex?
"We almost did," continued Alan. "I went muff diving," he added with a grin.
The other seniors laughed, and Darin groaned, "Echh!" They looked over at him. "What, you ever done it?" challenged Corey.
Darin had to admit he hadn't. "But that's nasty," he added. "I'm not going to ever do it."
"Uh, you will if you want to get your dick sucked," laughed Alan. "Besides, it's not nasty, huh?" "The way I see it," said Ryan, "is that you worship it figuratively, so you might as well get on your knees and worship it literally! Besides, there ain't nuthin' better... Well, besides fucking or getting your dick sucked," he added.
Alan agreed, nodding.
"If I die with my head with my head up in that, I'll die a happy man!" Ryan laughed.
"It's great," agreed Corey. "You just gotta get in there, and eat, and eat..." he added, demonstrating with an open mouth and extended tongue. Ryan and Alan laughed. Matt laughed too, wanting to seem cool anyway.
"What's your favorite position?" he asked them. Alan shrugged. "I don't know. Doggy's pretty good." "They're all good," said Corey. "Yeah, doggy's hot." "I love to be ridden like a horse," said Ryan. The others agreed enthusiastically. "That's nice," said Alan. "Just lay back, and get ridden." Matt tried to picture Jen on top. Was that her favorite position too? Did she like to be eaten out a lot? He would do it for her. He doubted she was nasty. "Man, you've got some control," Alan told Ryan. "Huh?" he grinned.
"The girl's like, on your lap, begging you, and you say no! What's up?" asked Darin.
"Nah," he told them. "She didn't want it really. She just wanted to be alone together I think." Matt wondered about that. Why didn't Ryan go spend time with her instead of playing poker with his friends? "She gets like that sometimes," he continued. "But then she passes out. And that's not too cool." They knew what he meant.
They played cards until almost two. Matt thought Ryan was really cool. They talked about football, and Ryan seemed to like him. Maybe he would mention to Jen he thought Matt was cool? They talked about sex of course, the younger three not being able to speak from experience. But the older trio didn't make any virgin jokes, to their relief. They felt cool to be hanging out with them on a Friday night.
Ryan got a few beers from the car, and he drank a bit.
"You staying here, Harper?" asked Alan. "Yeah, probably. That okay with you?" he asked Mike. Mike nodded. "Sure. You can sleep on the sofa bed in the living room."
Dana came out. "I'm going to bed now," she said, sounding annoyed. "And Jen's sort of on my bed. She's out."
"Oh, yeah. I thought you were asleep too." said Ryan. "No, I was on the phone."
"Oh. Yeah, well, aright," he told her. "I'm out," he told the guys, tossing his cards onto the table and standing up.
"Yeah, I gotta get going," said Alan.
"Yeah, see ya guys," said Corey to the three freshman at the table as they left.
Mike and Ryan went into the living room, opening the sofa bed. Mike went and got sheets and a blanket while Matt hung around, wondering when Jen was going to come out.
Ryan brought her out, carrying her. She was completely gone, her head resting against his arm. She was wearing some of Dana's shorts and a T-shirt. Did he undress her? wondered Matt. He wondered what it might be like to do that.
He put her to bed, setting her gently down on the sheets, then covering her up with the blanket. He certainly cares for her a lot, thought Matt, jealous. Ryan kicked his shoes off, then pulled off his T-shirt. Matt noticed how muscular he was. He climbed into bed next to her, on top of the blankets. Matt still stood in the kitchen doorway, watching them, as Ryan smoothed her hair, then kissed her cheek. His eyes filled with tears, as he once again realized she would never be his. Ryan looked up. "Hey, can you turn out the light?" he mumbled, tired.
Matt nodded, and he and Mike went upstairs. Matt and Darin slept on the floor in sleeping bags. All three were tired, and so they didn't really talk much, which was fine with Matt. He'd never felt so depressed, or empty inside. He couldn't fall asleep, and soon he heard Mike's deep breathing.
Darin whispered, "You guys awake?" Matt ignored him, wishing he was.
He groaned inwardly as Darin quietly grabbed some Kleenex off of Mike's desk. Matt tried to shut out the sound of Darin's rapid breathing and rustling in the sleeping bag as he jerked off. God, can't he do it in private? he thought, annoyed. Soon he heard him gasp, and then his breathing began to slow down as he too drifted to sleep.
Matt lay in bed for awhile longer, pissed that he couldn't sleep. She was sleeping herself, downstairs. He got up, trying to be as quiet as he could. He sneaked downstairs in the quiet house, praying he didn't walk into anything and wake everyone up.
He went into the kitchen, flipping on the light casually as he got a drink of water. The running water was loud in the silence. He casually walked to the doorway that led into the living room.
It was partially lit from the kitchen light, enough for Matt to see the sleeping couple. Jen was on her side, facing Matt, Ryan behind her. His arms were wrapped around her. Matt stared at her, and him, for awhile. Then he went back upstairs, purposely not being very quiet. He didn't care if they woke up. He crawled back into his sleeping bag, biting his lip as the tears began to fall.

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