Love Me Crazy

by M. N. Forgy

  Lifting my hips, I pull out a condom from my back pocket and she quickly unzips my jeans, my cock springing freely. I hear her suck in a breath as she sits up and I can’t help the cocky smirk crossing my face. Her hair wavy and wild swaying in her face as she watches me.

  Rolling the rubber on my member, the latex nearly suffocating, she lifts her dress up and slowly slides herself onto the tip of my cock. She whimpers, and her body tenses as I fill her up.

  “It’s so big, I don’t know if I can…” she gasps. Her words a fucking boost straight to my ego and my cock. Surging my dick up into her as far as I can go, I feel the tip of my dick push through what feels like a barrier and her body squeezes my cock like a vise.

  She’s so tight and so fucking wet it’s like nothing I’ve experienced before. My jaw tightens to keep my shit in check. Her hands on my chest, knees pressing into the sleeping bag, her body trembles as she rises up, and descends down too fucking slow for me to handle. I can’t help but begin to push in and out of her quicker and quicker. Both of my hands digging into her hips, she bounces up and down on my dick, her hair still in her face as she fucks me, and I fuck her.

  Using the palm of my hand, I grasp her perfect tit, again gripping it tightly as I drive into her, chasing the pleasure that is seconds away from filling the condom.

  Shadows pass across the tent from the bonfire just feet away, the sound of music stopping from the truck just across the pond. The only noise that can be heard is her harsh breaths and my deep grunts. A melody I could record and listen to a million times.

  Tonight, I saw her a mile away. She’s not from here, she’s wild and untamed. Passing through maybe? We didn’t do a lot of talking. At least not that I can remember. Just a glimpse of her swaying her hips as if nobody was watching, her body language feral and sexy. I wanted to break her in.

  Her head lulls back, and that delicate collarbone comes into view and I can’t stop myself from free falling into coming so hard I sound like a little bitch. My knees jerk as an earth-shattering orgasm rocks my whole body. She slows her thrusting, her body slick with sweat, before falling to the side of me, both of us lay there huffing and puffing - and drunk.

  Rolling my head toward her, my vision doubles from all the booze. It’s spring break, and everyone that is anyone is here tonight. But who is she?

  “What’s your name?” I slur. Did she tell me her name? I can’t remember.

  She giggles and stands and the only thing I can make out is a ribbon or some kind of tattoo of a string tied into a bow on the delicate skin of her ankle.

  “Hey…” I reach for her foot, but my arm falls to the ground like a dead weight. The booze in full effect now. My eyes become heavy and I can’t help myself. I pass the fuck out.

  The sun rises, and it is hot as hell. My head is pounding, and my stomach is threatening to spill all the alcohol I drank the night before. Sitting up, I try to think about what the hell went down last night.

  Booze. Music. Bonfire.

  The girl.

  I saw a girl dancing by the fire. She looked like a gypsy with her swaying dress and dozens of bracelets. Her braided headband of feathers and beads, unlike anything I’ve seen on girls around here.

  Closing my eyes, I try to remember her name, her face, but all I see is a red string tattoo on her ankle.

  “Fuck,” I grumble, feeling terrible. Running my hands down my face, I sit up and notice the condom from last night is stuck on my now limp dick. The condom stained red causes my eyes to widen. When she slid onto my cock last night, she whimpered and tensed. She was a virgin.

  My mind reels with why she would give her virginity to some random hookup. Isn’t that shit supposed to be sacred or some shit? I’ve never screwed around with a virgin before. I feel like a jerk for being so… grabby and fast with her. Then again if I knew she was a virgin, I probably wouldn’t have had sex with her. I’m not the guy a girl wants to lose her innocence to. I’m nobody. Not a lover, or some Prince Fucking Charming.

  The tent suddenly unzips and my buddy Axel finds my jeans around my ankles and a bloody condom wrapped around my cock. Quickly I try and cover myself with the sleeping bag, but I’m not quick enough.

  “Aw, dude.” Axel’s jaw drops before turning away in disgust.

  “Well, maybe you should have fucking said something before comin’ in!” I reply sourly.

  He doesn’t reply as he stands with his back turned to me. His shirt is off, his dark skin sweaty, matching his hair and eyes. He plays football with me and has had my back since I can remember.

  Jerking the rubber off, I pull my jeans up and push myself up off the sleeping bag. My hand tangles in something that has me narrowing my brows and lifting my palm.

  It’s a dainty headband. It’s the girl’s headband. Lifting it to my face, I smell it, it smells like her. Like an incense shop.

  “Come on man, Sheriff Randall will be making his rounds soon,” Axel informs, not discussing the condom. Sheriff Randall drives up and down the main street of the town, every day, all day. Being a small town, we don’t get a lot of action… so he goes looking for it. A bunch of underage hungover kids in a field would make his fucking morning.

  Shoving the headband in my back pocket, I head out to help clean up the mess from the best spring break party this town has ever had. At least that I’m aware of.

  Outside the tent, the fresh air feels cool and crisp against my skin. I stretch my arms up in the air and yawn. Sleeping on that hard ground made my back sore.

  My eyes sweep across the area, and I can’t help but look for the girl I was with. My girl.

  “Have you seen that girl I was with last night?” I ask, helping pull the poles out of the tent.

  Axel gives me a look and shrugs with ignorance.

  Looking out onto the field, there is nothing but beer cans and an array of hungover people.

  But nobody is her…

  That girl came in like a wild rainstorm and left behind a rainbow of color this town has been missing.

  A streak of color that I’ve been missing - and I didn’t even catch her name.

  2

  Warner

  Four Weeks Later

  “I done thought the president came to town when all them shiny black cars went by. The Addingtons sure did make an entrance!” - Pop from the Dime-In.

  My hand fists Kellie’s soft silky blonde hair, and I kiss the crook of her neck just as her hand brushes down my stomach and beneath my waistband. Her fingers pull and tug at my briefs eagerly before fully shoving her hand down my pants and gripping my hard cock.

  “You’re always hard.” She arches a brow as if my having a boner all the time is a bad thing. It’s only a problem if I don’t have something to rid of it.

  “What do you plan to do about it?” My voice is husky. Her wet tongue slides along her bottom lip lapping up her sticky lip gloss, her eyes narrowing in on her arm extended down my pants.

  I’d be all over her if I thought this would end any different than any other time she had her hand down my pants. She’s a cock tease. She’ll fondle my dick, pump it a few times and then throw up the shy card, leaving me with blue balls and a hard as rock veiny cock for the rest of the fucking day.

  The bell rings, and I step away just enough for her to lose her grip so I can situate myself and zip up my pants. My cock is sensitive and pissed as I shove it back down, but I have gym class, and Coach will roast my ass if I don’t show up. It’s the end of senior year, and all eyes are on me. I have a free ride to play at Texas College, and every teacher and passerby lets me know just how proud they are of me. Talk about fucking pressure.

  I don’t know if playing ball is even what I want anymore…

  “You can be late,” Kellie giggles, reaching for my shirt.

  “Easy,” I tell her, her excitement sexy but desperate. She’s too obliging sometimes. Pushing her hands away, she looks up at me with pouty blue eyes. “I gotta get to class, or Coach will come looking for me,” I expl
ain. If anyone is watching me closely, it’s him. I’m a golden stamp on his resume of coaching football.

  “Whatever.” Kellie smacks her lips, fixing her ponytail in an uncaring matter. “The squad needs to get together to see who is all going to cheer-camp this summer anyway,” she huffs. Trying to put herself back together after making out with me. Kellie’s the cheer captain and about as stereotypical as you can get. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perky tits, strong legs, and her nose held above everyone else’s in the school.

  Tossing my letterman jacket over my shoulder, I casually step out of the photography room and into the crowd of students rushing to their next class. Knowing the drill, Kellie will step out and walk the other way two minutes after.

  A hard shoulder bumps into me, knocking my steps sideways.

  “Did you nail her?” Axel laughs, running his hand through his shaggy brown hair that he disheveled walking into me. He’s a foot taller than me, darker skin, and plays offense. He did have two black gauges in his earlobes before the coach had him remove them, so in true rebellion fashion, he got a tattoo on his forearm displaying our mascot, the Blue Cats, of scratches slashing through his arm and blue blood staining his skin. The girls in this school have thought he’s hot shit since. I don’t show my tattoo off as much.

  “Come on, how many Home EC classes are you going to miss and snuggle up with Miss Pom-poms only to head to practice and poke me in the ass with a hard-on,” he teases.

  “Hopefully, the wait will be worth the blue balls,” I half laugh.

  “So, then you need to wear a cup today?” He tilts his head to the side, and I smirk, shaking my head.

  “Don’t act like you don’t like my cock—”

  “Warner!” Turning at the sound of Coach’s voice, he stands wide at the end of the hall, his hands on his hips. He’s taller than any student passing by him, the lights above casting a glow on his bald head. That fucking whistle he blows every five seconds in practice hanging around his neck.

  “We’re outside today,” he informs sternly. I nod, and take a right, heading to the football field.

  “I’m telling you, man, if you get Kellie up the ass, you’d be the most famous guy in school!” Axel continues, following me outside. I don’t say anything back. I don’t love Kellie, I don’t even really like her. She’s a challenge if anything. Senior year in high school, what can I say… I’m fucking bored. I’m ready to get out of this town, and away from my deadbeat dad.

  Once outside, the smell of summer is just out of reach. The sun shining, and the smell of the mowed grass in the air.

  “What are you doing this summer?” Axel changes the subject.

  I shrug. “I plan on drinking and fucking everything that walks past until I’m shipped off to college.”

  He laughs. I toss my jacket on the bench and grab a football from the ball bin.

  Parties and pussy sound like every fucking day in this town, along with football. I’m bored of it all, and need something more… promiscuous. Leave this town with more than the kid who was great at football. Looking at the pigskin in my hands, I just don’t feel the excitement like I used to. Not since I lost my mom. Sighing, I lift my arm up to throw the ball across the field, Axel runs back catching the ball with his arms flexed for the girls on the bleachers, tossing a charming grin their way. I grab another ball from the bin and toss it at his head.

  “Hey!” His face turns red, and I have to bite back my smile. “Hey, you pick a college yet?” He acts as if nothing happened.

  “Not sure,” I lie and shrug him off by tossing the ball back and forth. Truth is if I told him, he’d try to get into the same college and I’m not sold on even going.

  Coach watches as we toss the ball, everyone doing their normal routine for class.

  The preppy bitches sit on the bleachers gossiping, Kellie sitting in the middle of them all holding court. The nerds stand with their arms crossed and phones out over on the grass, oblivious to the world, and us jocks make sure to stay fit even though it’s offseason.

  He only watches the athletes, making sure we stay active. Otherwise, it being the end of the year, everyone gets to do whatever they want.

  Suddenly two black SUVs drive past the field, grabbing everyone’s attention in class. Even Coach squints in the direction of the vehicles. The cars pull up in front of the school and slowly come to a stop. Catching the ball, I raise my hand and glance at the polished black cars. This is a small town, and I’ve never seen such expensive cars drive through here, especially at this school.

  The driver in the first car gets out, he’s wearing a suit and tie, and looks important. We all form into a crowd, nosy as fuck and curious who sits behind the tinted windows in the back.

  The driver opens the back doors, and a man and a woman get out. They’re dressed to impress. The man with short dark hair, and dress shirt and slacks. His eyes look the school over with disgust and a hard stare. The woman is wearing a peach dress with a huge floppy hat. She looks at the school, sliding her hat off. She leans into the man, her husband I presume, talking to him.

  “Who is that?” Axel whispers to nobody in particular. Maybe it’s someone scouting talent or a school board attendant. Whoever it is, they are rich and not scared to show it to the town.

  The driver in the second SUV gets out, he’s much older than the other driver but still wears a suit and a solemn look on his face. He opens the back door and a foot clad in colorful beads slowly descends to the cracked asphalt. A red string inked into the ankle grabs more than my attention, it makes my dick jerk in a familiar way. I’ve seen tattoos on kids my age before, but it’s usually a tramp stamp or a butterfly. That string on the dip of her ankle … I’ve seen that only once before. It can’t be a coincidence either!

  My eyes run up the tan legs to a pair of shorts with a heart patch sewn into the left ass cheek, a belt of rainbow colors frayed and swinging around her silky tan thighs. Biting my bottom lip, I scan farther up to a low dipped olive-green shirt splotched with yellow. I take notice of the bare skin around her collarbone, I’ve never paid much attention to a chick’s neck before, but this girl has my jaw grinding to sink my teeth into her soft skin. Running my gaze over her once more, bracelets of beads and string wrap around each wrist. She finally turns and my mouth parts at the whole package.

  She has brown wavy hair with a white flower headband wrapped around her forehead. She’s unlike anything I’ve seen in Forest Creek High. She’s down to earth but in a natural disaster kind of way. She looks my way and familiar eyes pull at my chest. Taking a step forward, I try and get a better look. Familiarity has my lips parting, and my feet aching to get closer.

  “She’s def in the wrong place.” Kellie smacks her gum, her squad of bimbos agreeing with her.

  “Ew, her shirt is tie-dye. I stopped wearing tie-dye in like, the fourth grade,” Chloe, Kellie’s best friend, backs her up. Chloe is a little heavier than Kellie but looks exactly the same otherwise. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Only difference is, Chloe has let me fuck her, she’s let all my buddies fuck her, and Kellie knows nothing about it. I think Chloe likes having something over Kellie.

  The woman and man rush to the girl’s side and assist her inside of the school. The way they act, I assume it’s her parents.

  The drivers don’t follow them in though, they stand outside by the front of the cars with their hands crossed in front of them. My brows knit together with curiosity. The night of spring break, the girl, that tattoo, and the way she dresses… Not many girls look like that. It has to be the girl from that night.

  “Show’s over, everyone back to where they were!” Coach yells, his hands on his hips and face drawn as if he’s uninterested.

  Tossing the ball in the air, the little hippie girl is stuck in my mind. Is she the girl from spring break? Is she going here now?

  River

  “Come on River.” Dad ushers me forward, straightening his tie and smoothing his dress shirt as we go. Students stare out the classroom wi
ndows, the ones on the football field standing still as they watch us. Taking a step forward, my eyes seem stuck on the field, on the blond haired guy in front of the crowd. Letterman jacket and eyes that seem to brand me from afar. He’s familiar to me and my whole body acknowledges it as goosebumps dance across my skin.

  Slow motion images string into the back of my mind of the night I threw my morals out the window with reckless abandon. That warm April spring night that I was left in a fancy five-star hotel and pissed at the world I couldn’t recognize anymore. That night I lived like there was no tomorrow, like it was my last day on earth.

  What started out as a walk around the parking lot soon turned into a night of exploration, and by fate, I just happened to stumble upon a backwoods party full of kids my age while mother and father were out looking for property to buy. We were moving, again. The longest we’ve lived in one place is a year, and then we’re on the move again. So I was angry, like always. I was pissed at a lot of things that have raised to the surface in my family. I didn’t know anybody at the party, and they didn’t know me. But that didn’t stop me from dancing in the night with bonfire smoke in my hair, and my will to find myself under the stars thumping against my chest.

  Shaking my head, I push those thoughts of that night to the back of my mind and follow my parents inside.

  Looking around, I can’t help but notice there are no security officers at the front doors, nor cameras in the hallways. It’s a small building, and it has that feel that everyone knows everyone - matching the town. Which meant they can not only be surprisingly brutal when idle, but I’ll be even more out of place at this small-town school.

  After all, it’s not my first time attending a school this size.