PROLOGUE
LUCAS
Icould bang any chick I wanted to with just two words whispered in her ear. “Wanna fuck?” By the time I’d met Tessa, I had a dozen chicks under my belt, all willing and waiting to hear those two words from me. I was never turned down and, let’s be honest, I didn’t even have to use those two words often. I could look at a chick and know that the juices were pooling between her swelling lips. One swipe across the love nub, and she was cream in my hands. The sign that I was about to be buried inside whoever that lucky girl was … for that night.
I loved to feel a tight pussy clench around my dick as I drove into it. I loved to hear an uncomfortable whimper turn into my name being screamed as I savagely fucked them until they couldn’t move. I especially liked to fuck uptight little bitches who thought their shit didn’t stink then just walk away, showing them they weren’t all that.
Bitches talk. One girl gets fucked right the first time and your cock is suddenly prime beach front property in the OC. The ones who acted like no one deserved their pussy were like walking infomercials. When they talked, every B-list girl who admired those pretentious bitches listened. After I fucked them, they became A-list, too.
I finger-fucked more girls in classrooms, on bus trips, and while at parties than anyone I knew. I was given blowjobs in locker rooms and stairwells at school. I even had three girls who, at the drop of a hat, would come to my house and fuck me and each other whenever I wanted it.
Get pissed all you want about what a pig I was or how crude it is that I talk about those days like that. But give me the opportunity to help you get your head on straight. I fingered, fucked, and got blowjobs from females who weren’t looking for anything more than a taste of what I had to offer. I never promised a second half to the Links show. I never even went down or kissed a girl that much. They knew what I was about. I just gave them what they wanted and, in return, I got to watch as my cum ran down their chins or hear the screaming applause of a fan.
With some of them, the aftereffect of being done right—reaching orgasm for the first time, over and over again—confused them a bit. They got needy. Wanted a “relationship.” I told them the only relationship they were gonna get was via a phone call when I needed another release, ’cause no way was I putting myself in a situation like that. If it was good, they got my digits, enabling them to do the same. Relationships involve feelings, right? I watched what those types of feelings did to my parents, and aside from an orgasm, I didn’t need a female for anything. I had football, my boys, and my school work. I had goals, and there was no way in hell I was going to screw that up.
Still not convinced I’m not a complete asswipe?
Fine, I’ll throw you one more example.
Sadi Black.
I let my dick lead that one. She led me to believe she felt the same as I did. I would pick her up for school since she lived close, so I wasn’t going out of my way, and she would suck me off the entire ride to school. She didn’t act like it was a big thing. So, after a week straight of that, we were on our way to an away game, and I was amped up. She was a cheerleader. I sat next to her on the bus (Mistake 1)because I was gonna give her a little something back in hopes that her fondness for sucking me off in my vehicle would carry over to a fondness for sucking me off on public transportation.
Up her skirt my hand went, and she rode that finger like a woman possessed, which I later learned she quite possibly was. She added her finger to the mix and rubbed her clit as I sank another finger inside her. She got a bit loud, so I kissed her (Mistake 2). After she came a few times, she sucked me off.
After our win, I offered her a ride home. She declined, and I was instantly pissed off. I explained to her that I wasn’t going to offer it again and that, after a week of teasing, I was ready to give her the ride she was really after.
She informed me that blowjobs and manual orgasms were all she would allow someone who wasn’t hers alone. She told me that she would not give it up to a boy, and yeah, she said boy, like me. I asked her what the fuck she meant, and she shook her head and walked toward a car, and Joey, a guy who had graduated the year before, stood waiting.
I was pissed and grabbed her arm. I remember telling her that I would not be fucking used! And she laughed. “Then think of it as a mutual exchange, Links. Bye-bye.”
We ended up at the same afterparty, and I ended up drunk. I was banging Tina when I heard her walk into the same bedroom I was in with Joey. It was dark, so I’m sure they didn’t see us (Mistake 3)when they started throwing off clothes.
“I need this so bad. No one has ever given it to me like you, Joey.”
I stood up and flipped on the light. “Says the fucking girl riding my hand to Whitney Point!”
She pretended to cover herself, and I threw Tina’s clothes at her. “Out.”
“But …” Tina started to argue.
“You know the deal, Tina. I’m done.”
“You didn’t come,” she said as she pulled her shirt over her head.
“You did. Consider yourself lucky.”
I looked over at Joey, who was pissed, and Sadi, who was now crying.
“I’m out, Sadi. Tina? You need to make someone come, you come with me.”
They left together, and Sadi turned into a crazy lunatic.
“How dare you!”
“Fuck you!” I grabbed my boxers.
“Fuck you? You’re not worth it. I don’t share …”