Ironically, to go with this computer programmer brain, I also had a linebacker build. 6'4, a solid 275 lbs. My cock was a bit above average at 7 inches, but it was what the girls call a 'stretcher'. Girthy. I was a giving partner in the sack. I love to get my woman off. Probably more so to do with my desire to be successful than affection. However, the results are the same.
Thirdly, I had been forced to develop a certain level of charisma. I'm a bit plain in looks, outside of my build, and the fact that I decided to go into business for myself meant I had to interface with customers on a constant basis. After my first few flubbed contracts, I revisited the potential clients and asked what went wrong. They told me all of the low points of our meeting: Stumbling over words, the use of spacer sounds, the faint scent of desperation. This was of course when they eventually contacted me later to obtain my services after they had initially rejected me.
Ironically, this was the same thing that happened with me in regards to girls in my earlier dating life. I was introverted, as I looked at everyone through the eyes of whether or not they were worth the time and effort to cultivate a friendship or relationship with. Yes, the classic overthink. However, more times than not, I'd wind up with some girl that I was in a relationship with at her prompting. There were a couple of times I didn't realize it until someone told me. I just smiled, nodded, and kept doing what I was doing. Which was knocking down the opposing team on the football field, while secretly nerding out in the computer lab after school.
Eventually, in both circumstances, I learned to go after what I wanted. In the case of women, it was a girl named Sarah. Red headed, large breasts, large yet tight ass, hips, and thighs. The slender waist and short stature at just under 5 feet only served to magnify her assets. So, one day at lunch, we were standing in line, with me behind her, and one of her friends she was talking to caught me looking at her butt.
"What are you doing Sean?" the friend asked.
"Admiring the view," I said without missing a beat.
All of the girls flushed red, and once we got through the line, Sarah wound up sitting at the table alongside me. We ate our lunch and talked, learning more about each other. I would have to say that being caught off guard had precipitated an out of body experience fueled by adrenaline, in much the same way that it happened on the football field for most players. Once done, I went through the rest of the day in relative silence, and even the majority of my time in the school's weight room.
I left the school at 5, and sitting on the hood of my car was Sarah. Of course, I offered her a ride home. When we got there, she invited me in, and I thought it was a moment to meet her parents. However, I was wrong. I was treated to the best sex that I could imagine, and went home. Then, for the next couple of weeks, the same thing happened every day, as both of her parents worked and didn't get home until 8.
Unfortunately for both of us, a couple of weeks later I found Sarah in a liplock with our quarterback, William. Now, until that point, me and William had no problems. It was my job to protect him, and we were from the same hood. We knew each other, and I knew he was a Ladies Man, so to speak. However, he knew me and Sarah were a thing, and she was all too happy to fuck around with him.
So, after I clocked him one and set him on his ass, I told Sarah to fuck off with whatever she was trying to explain. I stalked off with a full head of steam, and went directly to her nemesis, Kim. Where Sarah was pale with red hair and freckles, emerald green eyes and a figure that wouldn't quit, Kim was a red-boned girl with an even tighter waist and thicker assets. The two girls were engaged in a cold war of popularity, being polite to each other publicly, while cutting each other down in whisper campaigns.
Unfortunately for William, he chose the wrong week to shit in my kitchen. The homecoming game was the following weekend, and while we won, I allowed him to get sacked no less than 5 times. It was the relief quarterback that took us to the win after William was carted off the field. I knew how the opposing team played, and the line responded to my cues, not his. Of course, the coach was pissed at the end of the game, as was William's parents and Sarah. Her date to the Homecoming Dance would be in the hospital for the night. Sarah was so pissed, she actually stormed the field after the game.
"You asshole!" she screeched at me. "You just had to punish him, didn't you?"
I was as shocked as the rest of the crowd surrounding us when Kim came out of nowhere with a right cross that set Sarah on her ass. After a few seconds she started crying, and Kim took my hand to lead me off the field toward the locker room. She shoved me into the shower so that I could get cleaned up, and steam ironed my suit so that it looked presentable. Of course she had locked the door to the locker room, so I took full advantage of the situation, taking her once as a form of victory lap. Once done, she slapped me and grumbled about having to redo her hair.
Regardless, she was happy and I was happy, her moreso than me. This was due to the fact that the two girls had been running neck in neck popularity wise, but the fact that William was laid out, meant I was the better man. Our school was one of those that allows for last minute voting at the Homecoming Dance, and myself and Kim cut a dashing couple. We were awarded King and Queen, while one third of the Queen's Court had to find a proxy for the King and Queen's Dance. Needless to say, Sarah was salty at being the runner up.
Me and Kim lasted for the rest of the year, until she got accepted into some University for business administration or something of the like, while I decided to remain local and focus on my secret nerd activities, namely programming. She moved away, and though the parting was tearful and filled with promises, we fell out of contact over time.
It was years until I took a woman seriously. Kim had been vengeance. She knew it. I knew it. Everyone else knew it. The fact that we eventually did come to love each other was just a bonus. Unfortunately, it made everyone else jealous. None of us at the school were rich, nor had rich parents. There were kids with better cars than mine, but mine looked the best. A black Monte Carlo SS with a spoiler, burgundy wine and cherry wood interior, silver spoke Dayton rims by choice.
The car was a decade old, but it had been restored and customized by the auto shop guys for a thousand dollars. For their efforts, the group that did it got to paint their name along the pinstripes on the side, two to each door. It was Kim's chariot, and she loved sitting in it. As soon as she got in, she'd kick her shoes off, and shove her feet into the shag carpet floor mats. Sarah was green with envy, as was William. He came to me after working through his recovery, and told me he had gone after Sarah to get Kim jealous so that he could get her. The fact that I had gone after and got her put paid to him and Sarah.
We all wound up graduating that year, and I went off to college. Sarah and William disappeared into my rear view for the most part. He wound up becoming a semi-pro ball player. Sarah? Well, she wound up running into me a couple of years later at a club. We naturally gravitated toward each other. It started with alcohol and dancing, and wound up with her ankles on my shoulders and me pounding into her cunt at a punishing frenzy. When I woke up the next afternoon, she was gone. I went on my way without a second thought, continuing to build my swiftly growing IT business, which provided custom programs, web pages, and hardware setup.
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