Lunch tray in hand, Samantha started walking toward her normal seat at a table in the middle of Sacred Heart's cafeteria. She and her friends had sat there every day since freshman year and by now, in the waning days of senior year, she headed there without thinking, almost like she was on autopilot. Only this time, as she approached, she hesitated, and then stopped, as soon as she saw her friends. There was no way Sam could deal with them today. Turning quickly on her heel, she wandered around for a bit until she found an empty table on the far end of the cafeteria and sat down alone.
It was Monday, April 11, 1999. Four days earlier, Sam had been on top of the world. Sacred Heart's soccer team, on which Sam was a sometime starter and solid contributor, was having a great year and looked like it could make a deep run in the playoffs. In the fall, she'd won the state championship in tennis, her main sport, and earned a full scholarship to the University of Miami. She was getting nearly straight As, had a close group of friends, and was dating Jeff, Trinity High School's star basketball player. They'd been together since sophomore year, the power couple of the senior classes at both all-female Sacred Heart and all-male Trinity.
She had been looking forward to her prom on May 1 and then Trinity's three weeks later, where she and Jeff were sure to be crowned king and queen. In addition to being smart, popular, and athletic, Sam was gorgeous. As in movie star or model gorgeous. She was 5'7" and incredibly fit, with flat abs and ample 34C breasts. She had a beautiful face, with piercing blue eyes and flawless skin framed by blonde hair that fell a few inches past her shoulders. With a perfect ass and long, toned legs, Sam was easily the most attractive girl at her school. Surely the most attractive senior in the whole city, she thought as she began to peck at her lunch.
Not that any of that mattered now. On Thursday night, Jeff had stopped by her house with a massive hard-on as soon as he walked in. Sam had led him into the basement and, on her knees, given him an exquisite blowjob and swallowed his cum. They'd watched TV for a while until, as he prepared to leave, out of nowhere he told her he was breaking up with her. It had been great, he'd said, and he wanted to stay friends, but they needed to move on. Date other people, have new experiences, try new things--Sam knew what that meant. She'd sat in stunned silence as he droned on, saying all the right things that he probably didn't mean. Then he'd asked her for another blowjob, one to remember her by, he said. Sam had laughed, too stunned to be angry, and shown him out, hoping she'd never see him again.
Unfortunately, that was impossible. His friends were her friends, and vice versa. Some of them were dating each other. The news hit their group like an earthquake. She'd gotten phone call after phone call over the weekend. Some people were genuinely concerned about her and sad about what had happened. Others, she suspected, were just looking for the latest gossip. Sam had skipped school on Friday and didn't go out all weekend, not wanting to deal with it.
The only thing she did that weekend was work a shift at her part-time theme park job on Saturday. A work friend of hers, Matt Miller, had asked her to Trinity's prom, much to Sam's surprise. The way he asked her was surprising, too. He'd made some small talk, a couple jokes, and looked her right in the eye. It certainly wasn't what she'd expected, Matt being pretty awkward with girls and lacking confidence, which was a definite turn off. Sure, he was a nice guy, and they got along well at work, but she just didn't have it in her to go to a guys' school dance with someone she wasn't interested in. Plus, the idea of Jeff seeing her with a guy like Matt just didn't appeal to her. So, she'd said no, letting him down gently so as not to hurt his feelings. He's probably never asked someone to a dance before, she'd thought, before returning to moping about her situation.
The truth was, she wasn't that upset about Jeff dumping her. Sam thought she would be, especially since he did it right before prom. At first she'd been devastated, her whole social life turned upside down. But once she had a few days to process it, she didn't mind that it was over. Or that he did it when he did. There was no point in going to prom and then spending the summer together when, deep down, she knew it wouldn't have lasted. If she had to miss out on two of the biggest social events of her senior year, so be it.
By Monday, Sam had been cautiously optimistic about heading back to school, eager to see her friends and enjoy the last few weeks of high school. Until she got there, at least. Right away, she heard all the rumors. Jeff had dumped her because she was bad in bed. Or because she used her teeth during blowjobs. Or because she could only take one inch of his dick. Or all of the above. Some of her friends were all too eager to tell her everything circulating among their group. Jeff had been busy over the weekend, she thought. Telling everyone she gave terrible head galled her the most. After all the dick she'd sucked and all the terrible oral she'd endured in return, he had some nerve making up that one. By the time first period started, Sam was having the worst day of her life.
As she finished her food and the lunch period neared its end, she heard someone at a nearby table say, "I heard she wouldn't swallow." Then another voice said, "I heard she couldn't swallow because she used her teeth so much she couldn't even make him cum." A third one chimed in, "I heard she would just lay there during sex, like she was asleep. I guess she thinks she's so hot guys won't care."
Her blood starting to boil, Sam looked to her left and saw a full table of her classmates giggling. A couple glanced over at her and quickly turned away, laughing harder. They were seniors, but not ones she really knew outside of class. They didn't play sports, weren't particularly good looking, and had never been at any of the parties Sam went to. They fact that they had heard all of that meant everyone in her school knew. And everyone at Trinity, and probably every other high school in town. God, even Matt knew, which must have been why he'd asked her to prom, she realized. He probably thought she'd be so desperate that even he had a chance.
"Are you all talking about me?" she asked.
"Why would you think that?" one of them responded. "Are you bad in bed? And do you give terrible blowjobs?"
"No," Sam said angrily. "Although that's none of your business."
"It must be true," one of them said to the others. "Otherwise, when she heard bad in bed she wouldn't have assumed it was about her." Sam stood up and stormed out, just before the bell rang. She heard the same crap all afternoon. Jeff had really screwed her over, spreading all kinds of horrible rumors about her just so he could win the breakup. The one she heard most often was that she was "bad in bed," which was ridiculous. Then it hit her what he was up to.
Sam was still a virgin. She'd been putting Jeff off for more than a year, never quite ready to sleep with him. Sure, she'd given him plenty of hand jobs and even more blowjobs. To say she was bad at sucking dick was ridiculous. But when it came to having sex with him, she'd never been ready. Meanwhile, she realized now, Jeff had been telling all his buddies he'd been fucking the hottest girl they'd ever seen. He was embarrassed it wasn't true and was trying to get out ahead of her telling everyone he hadn't closed the deal and was a virgin too.
Although, as she realized now, he wasn't. Sam knew in her bones that Jeff had been screwing someone else the past few months. The plan had been for them to sleep together on prom night. But he couldn't go to prom with her and his other girlfriend, which Sam now realized was why Jeff had dumped her when he did. Plus, he probably figured she wouldn't go through with it which, in his defense, was a fair assumption. Despite all the good times of the past nearly three years, deep down something was holding Sam back. All the better, she thought as she packed up her things at the end of the day. Jeff could have Trinity's prom, and even Sacred Heart's for that matter. I just need to get through the next few weeks and then head to Miami, she said to herself as she smiled at the thought.
"Ah, finally a smile," Maggie said as she walked up to Sam's locker. "Where were you at lunch?"
"By myself, next to a table full of people I barely know who were talking about how I give bad head," Sam said. "I just couldn't listen to everyone talk about Jeff."
"I understand," Maggie said. "How'd the rest of the day go?"
"Horribly," Sam said as she grabbed her bag and headed to the locker room for practice. "Apparently, I'm terrible in bed, use my teeth too much, and don't swallow."
"And can only take an inch before you gag," Maggie said. "And your vagina..."
"Please, don't continue," Sam said. "I don't even want to hear that one."
"He's such an asshole," Maggie said. "I heard about it from my future sister-in-law, Ms. Tapper, that teacher at Trinity all the guys want to bang."
