Magnificent,” Josh says to me when I walk into the Homecoming dance alone. “Thirsty?” he asks, offering me a glass of punch that I accept and instantly down, hoping someone spiked it with alcohol. Jason dumped me, again, a week before we were supposed to come here together. I thought about staying home, but I needed to know if he would bring someone else and, if so, who.
“What’s with the nickname?” I ask with a fake smile plastered on my face after I hand Josh back the empty cup. My eyes start roaming around the decorated gym, looking for the boy who took my heart and enjoys seeing just how many various ways he can crush it.
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Josh asks with a smirk. “Ben Wright bestowed the name Maggie the Magnificent upon you when he said you gave him the ‘best head he’s ever had’ after last week’s home game.”
My face lights on fire at the reminder of the night after Jason said he was tired of being tied down to just me. I lied and told him that was fine, that I wanted to date other guys anyway. So, the next night I got drunk at the football game, took some X and ended up with Ben, the team’s star quarterback in the stadium bleachers. Not that I remember what we did, only that I remember waking up there the next morning. My goal had been to make Jason jealous, and so I wanted him to find out I had been with his teammate. I didn’t know that Ben was running his mouth to everyone about us hooking up.
“So it is true!” Josh exclaims. “Little Maggie, looking so quiet and innocent, loves to suck cock.”
“What do you want Josh? Why are you even here? Aren’t you a little old for a high school party?”
“Well, Jason wanted me to double date with him and Heather, but her snobby ass friend, Jessica, refuses to put out.”
Knowing Jason’s here with that slut Heather, who’s supposed to be my friend, I search for him even harder, finally spotting the two of them in the middle of the dance floor. It feels like a weight is dropped on my chest. I can’t breathe it’s so painful seeing him all over her. Why do I let him keep doing this to me?
“Aw, you poor thing. Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Josh asks when he takes a step closer to me so we’re only inches apart. “That dress is sexy as fuck, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I mutter automatically at the compliment.
Unexpectedly, Josh reaches up and runs his finger down the center of my chest, following the opening of my black halter top dress and making me gasp.
“I bet I could bend you over and fuck you so good you would forget all about him,” he leans forward and whispers next to my ear. The smell of alcohol is strong on his breath, and the only reason I have even a sliver of interest in him is because he looks so much like Jason, same height and build. They even have the same haircut and dark, coffee color eyes, but Jason’s eyes are a little more golden and hypnotic, that is, when he isn’t being an asshole. Actually, if I closed my eyes I could probably imagine that Josh is his brother.
When Jason’s eyes land on mine from across the room where he’s dry humping my once friend, his eyes narrow, and I do something stupid. Idiotic. But I blame him for making me stoop to his level when I grab Josh’s neck and pull his lips down to mine. He jumps right in too, kissing me back hard, slipping his tongue into my mouth and backing me up to the nearest wall where his body plasters and grinds against the front of mine.
The next thing I know, I’m outside in the cool September night, face down on the passenger seat of Josh’s truck. I thought he was unlocking the door for me to climb inside, but instead he pushed my head down on the seat and, standing in the open door, started raising my floor length dress until it’s around my hips. Just as quickly, he yanks my thong down my legs and penetrates me roughly with his fingers.
“Oh fuck, yeah. You’re on birth control, right?” he asks, running his
“What’s with the nickname?” I ask with a fake smile plastered on my face after I hand Josh back the empty cup. My eyes start roaming around the decorated gym, looking for the boy who took my heart and enjoys seeing just how many various ways he can crush it.
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Josh asks with a smirk. “Ben Wright bestowed the name Maggie the Magnificent upon you when he said you gave him the ‘best head he’s ever had’ after last week’s home game.”
My face lights on fire at the reminder of the night after Jason said he was tired of being tied down to just me. I lied and told him that was fine, that I wanted to date other guys anyway. So, the next night I got drunk at the football game, took some X and ended up with Ben, the team’s star quarterback in the stadium bleachers. Not that I remember what we did, only that I remember waking up there the next morning. My goal had been to make Jason jealous, and so I wanted him to find out I had been with his teammate. I didn’t know that Ben was running his mouth to everyone about us hooking up.
“So it is true!” Josh exclaims. “Little Maggie, looking so quiet and innocent, loves to suck cock.”
“What do you want Josh? Why are you even here? Aren’t you a little old for a high school party?”
“Well, Jason wanted me to double date with him and Heather, but her snobby ass friend, Jessica, refuses to put out.”
Knowing Jason’s here with that slut Heather, who’s supposed to be my friend, I search for him even harder, finally spotting the two of them in the middle of the dance floor. It feels like a weight is dropped on my chest. I can’t breathe it’s so painful seeing him all over her. Why do I let him keep doing this to me?
“Aw, you poor thing. Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Josh asks when he takes a step closer to me so we’re only inches apart. “That dress is sexy as fuck, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I mutter automatically at the compliment.
Unexpectedly, Josh reaches up and runs his finger down the center of my chest, following the opening of my black halter top dress and making me gasp.
“I bet I could bend you over and fuck you so good you would forget all about him,” he leans forward and whispers next to my ear. The smell of alcohol is strong on his breath, and the only reason I have even a sliver of interest in him is because he looks so much like Jason, same height and build. They even have the same haircut and dark, coffee color eyes, but Jason’s eyes are a little more golden and hypnotic, that is, when he isn’t being an asshole. Actually, if I closed my eyes I could probably imagine that Josh is his brother.
When Jason’s eyes land on mine from across the room where he’s dry humping my once friend, his eyes narrow, and I do something stupid. Idiotic. But I blame him for making me stoop to his level when I grab Josh’s neck and pull his lips down to mine. He jumps right in too, kissing me back hard, slipping his tongue into my mouth and backing me up to the nearest wall where his body plasters and grinds against the front of mine.
The next thing I know, I’m outside in the cool September night, face down on the passenger seat of Josh’s truck. I thought he was unlocking the door for me to climb inside, but instead he pushed my head down on the seat and, standing in the open door, started raising my floor length dress until it’s around my hips. Just as quickly, he yanks my thong down my legs and penetrates me roughly with his fingers.
“Oh fuck, yeah. You’re on birth control, right?” he asks, running his
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