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It was probably going to be the last party before high-school graduation, Matt thought to himself. Our hero was 5"11 with an enthusiastic smile and soft curly hair cut close to his scalp. His mixed white and Native-American ancestry gave him a slightly exotic look. "This is going to be great", he told himself. All his friends were now over eighteen and everyone worth inviting was already there. They were ready to party like its 1999, which was after all, the year most of them were born. The school team had recently won the Alabama state championship, and in this small southern town there could be no greater accomplishment. Matt was the star running back of the team and most of his close friends were on the squad. He was on top of the world.
The one cloud on his horizon was his relationship with Angelina. When the two of them had started dating, she was ridiculously into him. As a football star, our hero was as popular as they come. When Matt first took an interest in Angelina, she was a slightly weird Christian girl. Though she was pretty, her group of friends were strictly on the periphery of the "cool kids." The awkward girl was star struck when the star running back took an interest in her and showered him with affection.
That affection extended to the point that despite claims that she would wait for marriage, she had opened her legs to Matt. However, she hadn't seemed to enjoy it, saying "maybe I just don't like sex that much." He convinced her to have sex with him again, arguing that sex gets better over time and hurts less as you get used to it. But it wasn't much better and they never had intercourse again.
However, Angelina did like teasing him. Sometimes, she would do so at school. She liked to wear her hottest pair of panties, a pink thong which looked devastatingly good on her shapely ass, and allow Matt a glimpse over her jeans or let him feel her up discreetly if she was wearing a skirt. Sometimes when he felt her up in the hallway, he could tell her shaved teen pussy was wet.
If he was lucky, after getting teased, she would relieve him with a handjob. Matt begged her to try giving him a blowjob. However, she argued that putting an appendage from which people urinate into your mouth is "just plain gross." She did not however, think it was disgusting for him to lick her to orgasm, which he did dutifully every time they made out. So, they settled into a routine whereby she would give him handjobs. For some reason, she excelled at these and made him shoot out fountains of cum at extremely high velocity, after mere minutes of stroking.
Though he was not fully satisfied with their limited sex life, the love and affection that bound them together blossomed for months. Now things were different. For reasons he could not quite put a finger on, they had drifted apart. They didn't see each other as often and when they did, she was not as warm as she had been. What made this more frustrating and worrisome for Matt is that as she grew more distant, she also grew exponentially hotter. As sometimes happens to teenagers, Angelina blossomed quickly into a swan. She had always been a pleasant looking tanned girl with the kind of curly brunette hair you might see in a shampoo commercial. However, her formerly boyish body had obtained that breathtaking nubile shape that only teenage girls can have. Her stomach was so flat and toned, that you could get hard just by seeing her pass by in a crop top. However, she had just enough curve in her hips and her magnificently perky mid-sized breasts to suggest she was going to be all woman later in life. The most alluring thing about Angelina though was her smile, assisted by a sparkle in her grey eyes, which light up any room on command. The end result was that every guy in high school was dreaming of bending this teenage goddess over. Football hero or not, this made Matt understandably insecure.
