Heartbreak High

by Tomi Dean Lynch

  I open it and my balls shrink up in to my stomach. It’s Meena!

  I stutter like an idiot as I try to calm my racing heart.

  “What are you doing here?” is all I manage to sputter.

  “Is it a bad time or something?” she asks me.

  “Yes, bitch! I’m conducting interviews here!” I think to myself but I say, “Yeah, it kind of is. I’m sorry.” I look in the driveway to see if drove or walked and I’m happy to see that her car isn’t there. Maybe I can walk her out the back door before these sluts show up in the driveway.

  I back up and let her come inside so I can casually walk her right out the backdoor.

  “I don’t want to bother you but what I had to say couldn’t wait,” she tells me. I can see her eyes start to water. My first thought is, shit, I got her pregnant! I want to stop moving but I keep walking toward the kitchen. The closer we are to the back door, the better so I pretend not to see that she’s about to cry.

  “Okay, what’s up?” I say as I lead her inches away from the exit. I’m sweating now. The doorbell is going to ring any second.

  “Can you just stop for a minute and look at me?” she asks, so I stop in my tracks and lean on the breakfast bar and look at her.

  “I’ve been thinking about what I said this morning and…” she begins but the doorbell interrupts her. She tilts her head and asks, “Are you expecting company?”

  “Don’t worry about that. Just say what’s on your mind,” I tell her.

  “Okay, well, like I was saying…”

  The bell rings again!

  “Do you need to get that?” she asks.

  “Meena! What are you trying to tell me?” I say, as the sweat beads on my forehead and my pulse quickens.

  She looks me up and down. I feel like a mouse caught in a trap.

  “Go answer the door,” she tells me.

  I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do. The guilt is washing over me and I’m about to drown in it when suddenly, it hits me! I’m not doing anything wrong! She told me to do this! This is on her, not me!

  “Meena, before I get the door, I want to remind you that you said we should see other people,” I tell her.

  The tears that were pooled under her lids splash down her cheeks.

  “I see you didn’t waste any time. What? I wasn’t enough for you this morning?” she’s shaking when she says it.

  “It’s not like that. I invited a couple of girls from school over to hang out,” I tell her. I don’t mention the fact that, if things went as planned, I’d be having a threesome in my fathers’ hot tub tonight.

  “Who?” she asks me.

  “Why does it matter? You didn’t tell me who the other guy is,” I bite back as the doorbell rings three times in row.

  “Your guests are waiting,” she sneers at me.

  “Just go home, Meena. I’ll tell them the parties cancelled and come see you in a few,” I say, “Then we can talk.”

  “Go get the door,” she challenges me. Her apparent double standard is pissing me off now.

  “You know what? Stay right here while I go get the door!” I shout.

  I walk through the house to the front door and yank it open. Both blonde beauties are standing there smiling at me.

  “We didn’t know this was a party,” the one closets to the door tells me. She’s leaning against the house and her shirt is struggling to keep her tits inside. I can’t lie, she looks good.

  I look at the two of them. They have the same color hair; probably bought from the same Hollywood salon. The fact that they could be twins opens up a whole new line of fantasies in my mind. I can’t believe that I’m about to send these bitches away!

  “Listen, I’m sorry you drove all the way over but I have to cancel. It’s a family thing that I can’t get out of. Can we do this some other time?” I say.

  The two pout like five year olds just moments away from a full on tantrum.

  “Oh, come on, Jake! Can’t we just hang out for a little while?” The second girl whines.

  “Naw. I wish, man. I have to leave in a few minutes. I’ll text you later though. We’ll do this another time. I promise,” I’m closing the door but they’re still standing there staring at me. I don’t care. They need to go, so I shut the door and turn around.

  Meena is standing in the archway between the kitchen and the living room and she’s glaring at me.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong!” I exclaim but she just shakes her head. Her face is stained with tears. I want to feel bad and maybe I should but I can’t help thinking that she just got a taste of her own medicine.

  Meena

  I watch Jake as he tells the two sluts at his door to go away and I can’t believe my eyes. For the first time in my life, I feel dirty. I wonder how many of these mindless blonde sluts have been sharing him with me.

  He tells me that he didn’t do anything wrong and maybe it’s true. I am the one who told him to see other people but, still, I can’t stretch my mind enough to justify him planning to have a threesome with two girls when he was in my bed just a few hours ago.

  “Are you trying to tell me that you invited those two over to play video games?” I ask him, trying to stop crying. I hate that he can see the hurt in my eyes.

  “No, Meena. I invited them over here so that I could decide which one of them I was going to use to make you jealous!” he screams at me and punches the wall.

  I jump, not expecting him to react with such anger.

  “Make me jealous?” I ask.

  “Yeah, it was my fathers’ idea. He said that if I wanted you to change your mind about seeing other people, I needed you to see me actually doing it,” he tells me.

  I don’t want to admit it, but his father was right. Just the thought of him being with someone else was enough for me to change my mind.

  “So, what? You were going to test drive them first?” I ask him.

  “Honestly? Maybe. You hurt me. If I wanted to have sex with two or twenty girls it’s none of your business. Right? I don’t know who you’ve been fucking! If you didn’t show up here, you’d never know either,” he shouts and I break down completely.

  “I came here to tell you that I changed my mind! I don’t want to see other people. All I want is you!” I scream through my tears.

  I watch as his chest deflates and he drops his head. He walks toward me and I wince. If he touches me, I’m going to melt in his arms and I don’t want him to have the kind of power over me so I take a step backwards.

  “Where are you going? Come here,” he tells me.

  I shake my head.

  “Meena! Come here!” he demands.

  I still won’t move no matter how much I want to run to his arms. He stops moving and looks at me.

  “Meena, come the fuck over here or just go home,” he says and, for the first time, I can tell he means it. He’ll let me go.

  My desire for him overpowers my pride and I take the three steps to him and fall in to his arms. He squeezes the air from my lungs.

  “I don’t want to be with anyone but you,” he whispers.

  “Neither do I,” I say back.

  He lifts me off my feet and carries me to his bedroom. The curtains are drawn and the room is dark. He sets me back on my feet and kisses me. Then, he bites my neck, causing me to gasp. He brings his hands up from my hips and slips them across my breasts. He slips his fingers inside the neckline of my blouse and yanks. I hear the fabric tear as all of the buttons fly across the room leaving me exposed.

  He grabs the midpoint of my bra and tugs so hard the clasp breaks in his hand and he slips the straps off my shoulders. He leans forward, bring his mouth to my nipple. I’m eager to feel his tongue on my skin, but he stops short, blowing his cool breath on me. My nipple hardens in response to his teasing.

  He’s got his hands in my pants now. He’s sliding them down my hips and on to the floor. He drops to his knees and bites me through my panties. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before.
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  I stand there, naked. I want to undress him but each time I try, he moves my hand away. He walks behind me and runs his hand down my back. He grabs my hips again and holds me in place while he rubs his still clothed cock against me. I moan. If he wants me to beg, I will.

  He walks me to his bed and has me kneel on the edge, facing away from him. I can hear the rustle of his clothes coming off and hitting the floor behind me.

  He grabs my tits from behind and squeezes them as I fall back on to his chest. He hold my tits with one hand and slips the other down my body. I feel his fingers inside me and I lose my breath. I begin grinding against his fingers as he strokes my clit. He sticks three fingers inside me and fucks me wildly with them while his thumbs strokes my swollen button. I can feel his throbing cock pressing again my ass and I want to break away from his grasp and beg him to fuck me but his hold on me is firm and he isn’t going to let go until I come. I do and I feel it all the way to my head as light flashes inside my closed eyelids. I fight against him. I want to move my body but he keeps me still until my moaning subsides.

  My insides are throbbing as he turns me around and shows me the huge cock that he’s holding in his hand.

  “Do you want this?” he asks, and I nod my head and say, “Yes.”

  “Are you mine?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply with no hesitation.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, stroking his cock until a tiny drop of moisture appears on its head.

  “Yes, I’m yours,” I moan, reaching down to pet my longing pussy.

  He grabs my hand and squeezes it.

  “Don’t touch that!” he says, “It’s mine!”

  He towers over me and I feel his giant cock slide into my wet and welcoming body. He fills me up and pounds me with a fury. The pain and pleasure combine in the most fantastic way and my heart races as I pant like a thirsty dog. He’s teaching me a lesson that I won’t soon forget. I don’t want any other girl to have him, ever!

  Jake

  I’m fighting so hard not to come yet. This is the best fuck of my life. I can’t believe how much I get off on making this girl feel good. Watching her respond to my cock makes me feel like a God! I’ve never had any girl love my cock this much and I’d fuck her a thousand times without coming and still feel more satisfied than I ever had with anyone before.

  She’s giving me a great ride. She’s rocking and grinding her hips on me trying to take everything I have and I can’t hold back any longer. I explode and bear down on her. We’re both screaming and she wraps her legs around me and squeezes while her body leaps off the bed and she wraps her arms around my neck. I’m on my knees with her attached to me as she kisses me and cries, “I love you!”

  I grab the back of her head and try to catch my breath, then, I say it. “I love you, too.”

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