I wish that I could say that I am the most perfect angel, but I guess that I'm not. My world was seemingly picture perfect until a week ago when I was taught how blind I was in my world...
Let me start about a week and a half ago and maybe you can understand a bit better. I didn't think that my life was that interesting, really. I'm a high school senior at a medium-sized suburban high school. I'm 18 and have shoulder length blonde hair and gorgeous (so I am told!) blue-green eyes. I never thought much of my body, but I guess that you could say that it is nice. According to my mom, keeping slim and trim is easier at my age, so I always workout to keep my figure. I'm sure that I'll have to thank her for when I'm older! Of course, the genes that she left me are definitely worth thanking her for as well because I inherited my D size tits and round butt from her, especially if you look at my dad's droopy female relatives.
Like I said, I'm just your average high school senior...or so I thought. Its football season right now, and having good school spirit, I'm also captain of the cheerleading squad. Convenient enough, my boyfriend is one of the football captains (offensive linemen), so I get to see my man play up close and personal!
After the game last week, Mike (my boyfriend) and I went to the usual after game party at one of Mike's friends houses, and as usual, we went to our normal spot to make out after getting nice and buzzed from the party. Although this was our usual Friday night routine, Mike seemed overly ambitious to get into my pants, and I had to put the brakes on before things went too far. Normally, we make out for a while, and I end up letting him feel me up while I give him a handjob. Tonight, he was trying to force my head down on his dick, and after several failed attempts at that, he grumbled something about being tired and took me home.
Being the typical girl which overanalyzes everything, I started to question myself and our relationship. What did I do wrong? Doesn't Mike like me anymore? After I got home, took at shower, and got in bed, I settled down a bit and dismissed the night's activities to too much testosterone. I was sure that Mike would apologize tomorrow. Wouldn't he? But no he didn't. In fact, he didn't talk to me all next week, even when I purposely went to his locker Monday morning. He grumbled something and walked off. I was devastated! Why was Mike being this way? What did I do wrong to deserve this treatment?
After a painful day of agonizing over our relationship and how Mike was treating me, I decided to call and confront him about it because that was the only way that I could set at ease. I waited until after he would return from football practice and get his shower and dinner before I called because he would be in the best mood them.
"Hello, Mike?"
"Yeah"
"This is Kellie."
"Yeah...I know who it is."
"Well, I wanted to talk a bit. You've been acting kinda odd lately. Is everything ok?"
"No...everything isn't ok! I'm fucking sick of your stuck-up ass!"
"But...but, Mike, why would you say that? We've been dating for 6 months now. I thought that...that..."
"What? That I loved you? Fuck, Kellie, I do care for you, but your just not takin care of business. Ya know?"
"But...what do you mean?"
"Kellie...are you really that blonde? I have needs, and you're not taking care of them! If I'm lucky, I get a handjob every once in a while, but the rest of the time, you are just a fuckin big cock tease."
"But Mike, you know that I want to save myself for marriage! I've told you that!"
"Well...that's just fine, but your gonna have to save yourself for somebody else."
"FUCK YOU, Mike Turner! You can just go fuck yourself!"
With that, he hung up the phone, and I broke down in tears. How dare he talk to me like that? I could have gotten any guy that I wanted, but he was lucky to be with me. I buried my face in my pillow and cried myself to sleep that night. For the rest of the week, I just ignored him, but with the home game on Friday, I didn't have a choice but to see him up close and personal.
Friday night came, and I started the cheerleading squad into our warm-ups as the fans started to fill the stands. About 20 minutes before the game started, Steve (who was one of Mike's friends and also a football player) came over to me and said that Mike wanted to talk tonight. If I wanted to see him, I should meet just after the game in the visiting women's locker room since that would be empty. After he left, my mind went wild. Why does Mike want to talk to me? Does he want to patch things up? For the rest of the game, I couldn't stop thinking about it! By the end of the third quarter, I had a plan. I would wash up a bit after the game, making sure to put on some killer perfume, and Mike would beg me to come back to him!
After the game, the rest of the cheerleaders and I went into the locker room to change, and I put my plan into action. The rest of the girls slowly left one by one, and I slipped out of our locker room and into the girl's visitor locker room. It was dark except for a light in the back room, so I fumbled around for a light switch. I found a light switch panel after a few seconds, but they didn't seem to work. I wandered a bit further into the semi-dark locker room, and all of a sudden, a pair of large arms reached around me from behind: one wrapping around my waist and one reaching up to cover my mouth from screaming. The arms started to drag me back to the back room where I saw the light earlier, and finally, I started to hear laughing from several male voices. Once he had drug me all the way back to the back room, I saw 3 of the seniors from the football team (Todd, Steve, and Rob) still in their football pants and nothing else. The arms that had once held me from running away threw me forward toward a large table set up in the middle of the room, and after I caught my balance, I turned around to see that it was Mike who was holding me.
"What the fuck was that for," I asked Mike. "What is this all about?"
"I've decided that you need some lessons in how to be a good girlfriend," Mike said while the other 3 just laughed. "You're gonna be the best girlfriend a guy could want after just one simple lesson!"
I was beginning to get really uncomfortable with Mike's tone of voice and his buddies laughing behind me. Mike started to come closer to me as I edged my way backward. I forgot about the table behind me and finally bumped into it, making me lose my balance slightly. Just then, I felt one of the guys behind me grab my arms and pull me backwards onto the table until my feet actually lifted off of the ground. All of a sudden, Steve jumped up on the table and pinned me down, face up with my arms down to my sides. My little 115-lbs. body was no match for this 200-lbs. offensive guard, and I was trapped no matter how I tried to fuss and fight.
"Mike…what are you doing?" I sobbed. "Please stop!"
"Nope, you've been a cock tease for too long," he growled "and you need a lesson in how a good girlfriend should behave!"
I didn't know what to do! I couldn't move with my arms and body pinned down to the table by the sweaty jock on top of me, so I started to scream for help because maybe someone else was left behind after the game. Maybe somebody would hear me!
"Shut that bitch up!" Mike yelled to his cohorts.