We met in High school. He was new, just moved to our small town from New York. Even back then I had a thing for eye candy and Damn was he sexy! Tall as hell, sculpted arms, and gorgeous abs, even in the 10th grade. He was a basketball player. I was stuck-up and only dated athletes. We were destined to end up in each others adolescence fantasies. After a few weeks of him walking me to my locker between classes and me flaunting his Letterman jacket down the halls, that’s exactly where we found ourselves.

I was entirely too grown up as a teenager. This wasn’t my first time and I knew more about pleasing a man than I should have. We had talked about having sex before and he confided in me that he was a virgin. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was just entirely too attractive, too charming, too smooth, and Hell NOBODY I knew was still a virgin anymore. Regardless of what I believed or didn’t, here we were, him spending the weekend at his Best friends house who conveniently lived on the same street as me. Me home alone with no worries of parents returning; and us together laying in my bed. Me in some skimpy shorts, him with his shirt off.

“Come here Ma.” he whispers with that heavy northern accent, pulling me closer to him. I’m a lot bolder than he is so I climb on top and straddle him. I’m looking down starring in his eyes, caressing his chest. He licks his lips and my mouth waters with desire. I lean down and we kiss, hard and wet. I sit up and pull my shirt off, over my head tossing it on the floor. I can tell he isn’t too sure what to do. Maybe he is really a virgin, well I can teach him a thing or two.

It’s slightly awkward as I tell him to undress and then undress myself. I reach in my side drawer and pull out a condom. His dick is smaller than I would have expected but he’s incredibly hard. He doesn’t take the rubber from my palm so I assume he is uncertain of this too. I open it and slide it on for him. I straddle him again and grip him, sliding it in myself. He has a look of shock on his face. He’s mesmerized as I clumsily bounce around. I on the other hand, am shocked at how whack this is. I’ve never been with a guy who literally did nothing, I’m not even good at riding, he’s supposed to be the one in control. I can barely feel a thing but I moan a little to maximize his experience. His face is so expressionless , he isn’t making a sound, am I even doing this right? Suddenly, all of 4 minutes in dick goes limp, falls out, nut spills out on the sheets. Now he’s running to the bathroom to clean up.

That was our one and only teenage encounter together. We didn’t last much longer because as I stated I was much too grown as a teenager and had more important things to do than walk down the hallways hand in hand competing for cutest couple. He too had discovered his fame as the new guy and had gained an air of confidence after that that made him obnoxious. He had become overly flirtatious, a player. He was no longer my shiny new toy. Things ended during an ugly phone conversation and a heated visit to my house to reclaim his jacket during which he spat at me that he wasn’t really a virgin when we had sex. I found this funny, I could care less if I took his virginity or not. The sex was so bad however it made him look worse if he actually was experienced.

As comical as this all was the fact that he was saying this in an attempt to hurt me activated my Get-Even-Switch and I promptly told all my female peers how small and horrible his dick was. Ironically me and a few of my close girlfriends even joked about this years later. He was always a talented basketball player and earned himself a very prestigious scholarship and eventually went to play ball overseas. In our small town this earned him a level of fame he didn’t necessarily deserved but certainly enjoyed and encouraged. His social media posts were overly flashy, visits back home entirely too extravagant. “— Was in the club last night. He was looking good but I kept remembering what you said about his dick being little.” They’d gossip to me. “Girl yes, I don’t understand how he is so tall with a little dick. I hope it grew over the last few years.” “Girl did you see what — posted yesterday? He has been so cocky since he got popular back in school.” And I’d laugh, “I don’t understand why when his sex is so horrible.” They’d continue, “It was that bad girl?” And I’d confirm, “It was definitely the worst sex I EVER had.”

*****Fast Forward Several Years***** We’ve ran into each other a few times when I was visiting back home. His basketball career had ended and he’d moved back to the small town where he’s still a local celebrity. He does well for himself, that scholarship turned into a degree which resulted in a successful career even after his basketball days. And those basketball days had earned him a nice savings account; which in our small town equated to a decent house and flashy car. I however didn’t live in this small town anymore and wasn’t impressed by the antics of the locals nor my former classmates. So when we’d see each other we may occasionally speak or we may ignore each other entirely. I think my mood may have been what determined this but none the less he was no stranger yet we hadn’t had a conversation since our short-lived puppy love had expired.

Then one day he went on Facebook and liked SEVERAL of my pictures. That lead to an inbox and some casual how-you-been-conversation. “I come to Atlanta often.” he informed me. “Been thinking about moving there myself, you still like it?” I entertained his attempt at a conversation, “Yea, I love it you know I don’t even come back to Tuscaloosa much anymore. Atlanta is my home now.” Then he tried to find his in, “I bet you know all the good places to go out. All the best parties.” I knew what he was up to, “Yea I guess so.” And here it comes. “Maybe next time I’m in town I could hit you up to show me around, it’d be cool to catch up.” Inside I’m laughing, “Maybe so.” I knew what he wanted but had no desire to entertain it.

He messaged me a few times to see if I was busy, to let me know when he’d be coming to the city, conveniently I always had other plans. Then one day he messaged me that he was in Atlanta and a number to call him. I’m not sure why but I was curious as to what he had to say so I called. His roommate from college, who went on to the NBA had given him a pair of floor seats to a very exciting game. He asked if I was busy this time and wanted to go. I’ll admit I was sightly impressed, by the seats and also by that he chose to invite me as much as I had curved him lately. I’ll give him a few points for effort there. Even still I knew what his intent was. I knew what he was after. I also knew I should turn down the invitation as usual, but instead I said Yes.

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