I had met my Lenna, my wife of nearly fifteen years, years ago at school the following Monday after I had thrown a party at my parent's farm for a bunch of my buds because they were away. I had got a friend of my parents who worked for us to get me a couple of bottles of sour mash.
My cousin Terry had gotten pissed eyed drunk, which for him at that age didn't take long. Instead of staying and sleeping it off, he decided he had to go home. I was able to get the keys to his truck away from him, but he thought he was smarter than me.
The asswipe took off out the front door figuring he could still walk the five miles to his home, so I let him. It seems the young lady had found him about a mile away crawling through the ditches when she went to get the family mail from the mailbox because he could no longer stand up. That's how bombed I had gotten the rube before he left my parents' house.
After getting her father a rather principled man in his own way involved, she got my cousin to his parents' home. My aunt my father's sister had to clean up after him because Terry had thrown up more than once. Thanks to his stupid attitude my parents found out and I got grounded.
In their eyes I had violated the trust they had in me; I was a horses ass. It did not matter what I said because they believed the worst. After all, my aunt expanded what had happened. She had managed to make it become the worst thing that mankind could have done since they killed off Jesus Christ.
I was mincemeat. I had corrupted her son the choir boy who sang like an angel every Sunday in church. If only she had known the truth about her son's behavior. There is nothing anyone can do when one is blinded because of their faith and cannot see reality. I sucked it up and did the time.
It taught me at a young age that the truth most of the time did not matter. What mattered what was people believed. From that period on I changed my approach towards everyone I knew. My father said I had aged before my time because I walked so differently than before.
A young lady I had never seen before approached me in the hall just before class started after lunch getting my attention by saying. "I hear that you throw some wild parties at your parent's farm and have half-naked girls running around. Are you that irresponsible to let your friends leave when they're in no condition to make it ten feet?"
"Who are you," I asked, "and what in the hell are you talking about?"
"My name's Lenna LeBlanc and I found one of those who attended your wild parties crawling through the ditch by my parent's place because he couldn't even stand up to walk."
I thought to myself lady if you only knew how far away that was from the truth you would know how stupid you sound. But I wasn't going to tell her that because I knew that her believing that would do nothing but improve my reputation with the in-crowd in our small town of Jackson. So, I kept my mouth shut.
"It's not as bad as your making sound," I said as I checked her young hot body out. "But if you looking to volunteer to be one of them the next time a have a Saturday afternoon shindig, I'm open to it."
Her face went red. She sputtered, "Can't you tell I'm not that kind of girl."
"No, maybe not but you want to be, your mouth is saying one thing," I said. "While your eyes and body language are telling me a different story."
"Jett King you're a horses ass," She said with a beet-red face.
"True but horses asses are meant to be ridden hard," I said, "Let me know when your game."
She slapped me hard in the face and walked off in a fit of pure rage, but I had seen the smile on her face before her slap landed. I stood there laughing. I knew my rep had been established for the year. Thanks to her mouth I became one of the most popular in school that year.
"She doesn't have a clue does she," said my cousin Terry who had witnessed it all.
"Not a bit, "I said. "What in the fuck did you tell her?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know asshole," He said. "You're the fucking idiot who decided to play bullshit poker with me for straight shots after we had smoked a joint."
I started to laugh because my cousin Terry did not know I had stacked the deck. Having said that we headed to our first class.
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From that moment on the game between Lenna and I was on. I played Lenna every frigging chance I got milking it for everything I could. Every time I saw her in a public situation, I would make sure it was obvious to all who saw me looking at her that I was undressing her with my eyes.
It got so noticeable that one of her friends when she saw me would start playing the song 'Hungry Eyes' on her cellphone when she caught me.
For me, it was my way of getting revenge for Lenna Leblanc slapping my face. Yeah, I was being a bit of an asshole, but I was having fun with it. Besides she had a body that would not stop. It oozed of her sexuality in such a way that I was not the only one drooling over her in lust. I was just the fool honest enough to admit it
If I got confronted with what I was doing by one of her friends I would answer them honestly by saying, "I'm interested in her but Lenna had told me we would have a relationship when hell froze over and until that happens it would best that I respect her wishes."
That only caused more frustration for Lenna because they would want to know what I had done to cause that to happen. The response she got when she explained it all to them would be laughter about what happened, or they would tease her because of her reaction.
Lenna Leblanc in my eyes was hot. Her roots were the deep south and the damage of a hurricane had caused her family to move to the heart of flyover country. She was a Cajun redhead with a body that I dreamed about at night. Her height was about five foot six. She was a tight sweet package that had the curves in the right spot. Get her angry at you outside of school and she could spill swear words in Cajun French a mile a minute.
Alright, I admit I was enjoying seeing her get frustrated when her friends told her what I was doing. The smile I would get on my face seeing her blush because of the comments made about our ongoing situations made it well known that I was enjoying it.
I added to it when she wore a low cut blouse that showed her cleavage by doing a long hungry wolf cry. When it was heard in the hallways everyone knew that Lenna was wearing something that made her look extra hot. For the rest of the day, every guy in school made a point to check her out. I don't know if she enjoyed the attention, but I thought it was a hoot.
I don't know how many times I caught myself looking at her small inviting horseshoe-shaped ass. With a nice rack of thirty-six c's, a tight waistline and a thirty-four set of hips. I could see myself being wrapped in her hips big time.
There was not a sexual act that I could think of that I could not consider doing with her. At times I daydreamed about getting her up into the hayloft in my parent's barn. Like most teenage boys she was the one I masturbated over. I never really expected it would go anywhere because her family came from money while mine didn't.
She had the spirit of a wild horse yet to be tamed if it could be. She could be passive, aggressive, or dominate depending on her mood. The man who captured her would have to have the patience of Job because it would take that long just to get to understand her before you could develop a plan that would work to get inside of her clothes. The more I studied her the more I learned just how complex a person she was.
That's how much her hot little body and personality turned me on. It if there was a female that could cause me to have a case of blue balls, she was the one. There were times when she caught me looking when no one was noticing that she would do something to taunt me. Both of us were deliberately playing the game to frustrate each other. It took us most of the whole school year for both of us to realize just how much that was working.
Everyone knew that I was an ass man, and in my eyes, there was none better than what Lenna carried on her frame. One time when she caught me looking three of her friends and she bent over and wiggled their butts at me while laughing.
Apparently, her mother had told her that men who were attracted to asses made the most faithful husbands in the long run. She made the mistake of spilling that to flat Karen and soon it was believed to be true throughout the school.
We both were going to graduate from grade twelve with honors. She was valedictorian I was runner up. She thought if they knew what I did outside of school I would not have been considered at all.
We had just gone through the rehearsal for our parts in the graduation ceremony in a month on the stage in the auditorium. I had to be there in case she got sick. I knew that no matter what she would show up even if it was out of spite. There was no way she would let me win by default.
Both of us were receiving huge educational grants. Our final dance for the graduating class at the school was this coming Saturday. I was planning in starting at Southeast Missouri University in the fall to start working towards my MBA in Agricultural Sciences.
As we were leaving the stage, via the back stairways that headed back out to the hallway, I slid my hand onto her the softness of her rear and whispered in her ear, "When are you going to be ready to allow me to tap that?"
She turned around and slapped my face and said. "When hell freezes over asshole."
With nothing left to lose and no witnesses around, out of frustration, I got a bit aggressive. I pulled her body into mine and lowered my head while looking into her eyes. At first, she struggled against me, but my determination overpowered her. I had this one chance to go for broke and I was going to take it.
Her eyes got wide as I brought my mouth to hers and forcefully gave her a deep long French kiss. Making sure that when my tongue went into her mouth, I was taking it as if I owned it. I put into as much passion and desire as I could figuring if I was going to pay for it, I was going to get my money's worth. If it was going to be my first and last kiss with her, I was going to make sure it was going to be memorable.
