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  Yeah, So I Went To This Party And…

  This dork has to shut up. I can't believe he has become this bad after only 10 years.

  He had been at the party for the graduates of his high school for about 20 minutes now and one of the school nerds from when he was younger had immediately rolled up and started to give him the hard word about everything that he had done to the guy during high school.

  "So when you wedgied me, it ended up costing me thousands and thousands of dollars in counseling sessions to get over that horrible experience. My psychiatrist says..."

  Jack tuned out. The man was so annoying and he couldn't stand that the guy was giving him the hard eye as if he was all of a suddenly tougher than he was over 10 years ago just because he had some personal development idiot tell him that he should have self esteem.

  He looked the guy over. If he was being honest he would have told the guy that he barely remembered those long gone events and that in reality he couldn’t care less about some shit he did when he was fooling and probably drunk.

  His hands clutched at his sides. He had spent six years in the Army and they had put him through law school. He knew better than to do this guy over, as he often defended assault cases in court, but he was itching to give this man the wedgie that he was so clearly begging for.

  A group of big looking guys cruised over from the other side of the room and started to slap Jack on the shoulders.

  "Hey! If it isn't Jack the sack."

  He had played football during high school and had been a linebacker. During his time on the team, he had sacked the quarterback more times than anybody in school history, which was more to do with a father who liked to smack him around than anything else, which had supplied him with more than enough aggression to waste a ball totting idiot.

  He high-fived the group and the nerd retreated to the safety of the other members of the party.

  They chatted for a while and Jack found out that a few of the boys who he used to play ball with had made it to the big leagues and had moved over the good side of the city to expensive apartments and upmarket homes due to their successes in the construction industry and other business fields. He guessed muscles did really sometimes go with brains.

  He checked out the room as he chatted. He had come here looking for some tail and there was a fair amount of hot talent hanging about.

  He was just getting into his 30s now and looking around the room a lot of women were of a similar age. They were brunettes and blondes and the occasional redhead. The city seemed to breed girls with large breasts and he enjoyed how they were displaying them so perfectly. It was a sexy treat and his eyes were eagerly enjoying the view.

  One of the guys whistled and he looked over a shoulder.

  "Isn't that Cassie?" one of the big guys who had become a rich builder asked.

  "Yeah, I heard she became a model and then started her own business. She is supposed to be a multimillionaire or something like that."

  Jack didn't care two hoots about what she had achieved. This woman was gorgeous and he remembered Cassie all too well.

  The deal went that he had asked her out one night at a party after a successful game. She was the head cheerleader at the time and she had just broke up with one of the offensive team. The guy had been an absolute dick and he deserved to be dumped by her, but Cassie just had an effect on Jack and when she told him that she wasn't interested and that he could do whatever he wanted, but he wasn't getting a bit of her, which had sort of fucked up his love life after that big time.

  It had taken a fair few one night stands and more than a fair few exotic whores in the army days to get his head straight and he always wondered what his life might have been like if his very first love had said ‘yes’.

  He looked away as she walked into the room, but every man was staring hungrily and almost all of the women looking on in jealousy. The lights were pretty dim and he was glad that it hid how uncomfortable he was feeling.

  It was strange how those old feeling still existed and for some reason he was feeling a bit hot under the collar all of a sudden.

  Get over it Jack, he thought to himself. She’s just a woman and you’re just a man. You know the deal and if you are still keen just go it.

  He looked back at her and then looked away.

  For a guy who had fought in Afghanistan for a little bit and been through law school to become a successful lawyer, he was more uncomfortable than he would have liked to be and that was a strange feeling for him.

  "Hey, she is coming this way,” one of the guys said, nudging Jack.

  He groaned internally and tried to look cool, holding his beer and pretending like nothing was wrong.

  The big guy tapped him on the shoulder and jerked his thumb.

  He turned around to find himself face to face with possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.

  She was blonde and tall and slim in all the right ways with breasts that were more than a handful and a booty that was just wide enough to make him ache down in his groin. She was also perfectly tanned from head to toe and her clothing was of the highest order. She was one of those really high-end exotic girls, but she also had a natural cleanness to her that made his legs shake and his hands hungry to touch her skin.

  "Jack Henderson. This is the first time in 10 years you've come."

  He tried really hard to avoid these sort of gatherings, but he had been a little down on his luck with women lately and the thing had seemed like a good idea at the time.

  The guys around him whistled and started nudging him as she gave him the hard look. He wondered what he had done to piss her off because she clearly wasn't happy.

  "Hey, you know, I’ve been busy," he said, his accent slipping a little bit and his Italian accent coming through, which he had gone to great lengths to hide, even though his skin color and dark brown hair gave his racial traits away easily.

  "Avoidance, eh? That's just like you."

  Jack was starting to feel a little ticked off himself and he jutted out his jaw and gave her an equally hard stare in return.

  The guys around them backed away and nudged each other chuckling to themselves.

  She stepped forward and poked him in the chest.

  "You owe me."

  Owe her? What the heck do I owed a woman like this? She is just as much of a bitch as she was back on that day when she said ‘fuck off’ to me.

  He looked at the guys and then looked back at her. He had come a long way in the years since leaving high school and he had learnt a thing or two about life. Sometimes, it was better just to walk away than get into an argument.

  He walked past her and dropped his beer on the bar before stepping out the door. He didn’t hear any backchat on the way and had to assume that she hadn’t forgotten just how much of a bastard he could be when he got his back up, which was something he had left behind him anyway.

  He strolled down the street towards the taxi rink in the distance. This is a nice area of town and he didn’t live so far away, but he didn’t really feel like walking and felt like either going to find another bar to hole up in and drown his sorrows or head home and crack open a bottle of whiskey to get plastered.

  He made it about as far as the bus stop, when a clicking sound behind him alerted him to something at his rear.

  The honed ins
tincts of a soldier are hard to dump and he had fought in a fair few all-out bar brawls on American soil and off back in the day.

  He spun around and grabbed the offending hand, pulling it around and slamming it up the person’s back. His other arm wrapped around their throat and he slammed one of his feet out to catch the person under the shoe, so that they were supported only by the strength of his arm.

  Cassandra cried out in pain and he quickly loosened his grip, realizing that he had just about snapped her arm.

  "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" he asked.

  "What the fuck do you think I am doing? What the hell are YOU doing?" she returned, "Since when do people go around assaulting people in the street?"

  "Assaulting? I was just..."

  He realized he was at fault and that this was definitely not on the good side of things. The woman had money and influence and he had seen this sort of thing more than a few times before. All it would take was a call to the police and a quick filing of a report and the next thing he would know he would be paying off a debt, either in court or via cash, that would dog him for a long time to come.

  "Listen, I'm really sorry. You caught me unaware."

  "Well, my arm fucking hurts and that was totally off base what you just did."

  People were looking at them and he was starting to feel a little bit concerned as some of them had started to reach for their cell phones.

  He grabbed her by the good arm and started to walk down towards the taxis.

  "Come on. I’ll take you to a doctor and he can take a look at your arm and tell you it's absolutely fine. You never used to be such a pussy back in school."

  She stopped on the spot and slapped him hard across the face very hard.

  "What the hell would you know about me? You are one who turn me down and let me think that you liked me."

  "I turned you down. You turned me down."

  She eyed him up and then drew out a letter from her purse.

  "I gave this to your best friend Brad and he said he showed it to you and you told him I was, and I quote, ‘A fucking cunt with no chance what-so-ever’."

  Jack quickly scanned the text and found himself a little shocked. It clearly stated that Cassie was more than just interested and perhaps more than a little in love with him. She even apologized to him for her actions, which were apparently something she did to avoid looking like a slut who went from boy to boy to the other members of the cheerleading squad.

  He breathed for a long time staring at that letter.

  “Fucking cunt.”

  “What did you just..."

  He put his fingers over her mouth and looked into her eyes.

  “That fucker didn’t show me this. He was in to you too. I beat he fucking hid it from me.”

  “Shit.”

  “Right on.”

  He looked at the letter again in her hands, which were shaking slightly.

  "I can’t believe you waited 10 years to tell me this."

  She put the letter back in her purse and the hard look returned.

  "Fuck you. I've been busy and you're not exactly easy to find, you know."

  He guessed that was true. He kept everything about himself pretty much secret and didn't really contact the old crew or his family, which he didn’t get along with anyway, and it had been a very long time since he had checked in with anyone.

  He looked at her standing there absolutely stunning and clearly pissed off, but still looking extremely hot as she was at it. This girl loved him back in the day and he had been more than head over heels for her. Where in the world could you get drama like this than in America? he wondered.

  "Well, my apartment is a few blocks away. I'll get you some ice and make you a coffee," he said," "I should properly make up for nearly breaking your arm."

  "You damn well better. It still hurts."

  She strode ahead of him to the taxi rink, him following in silence - admiring her ass, which was incredible in more ways than he could count, along the way - and popped into a taxi for the seven block ride into the better residential area of the city.

  He lived in a high-rise apartment that was exclusively young to middle-aged professionals and although it was costing him a bundle of cash, it was close to work and a great location with an incredible view. He had also got super lucky with the apartment, which was almost on the top floor and because of its slightly smaller size, it was much cheaper than some of the larger apartments on the same floor.

  He strolled through the front door and nodded his head at the security guards. They came around and punched in the key code opening the elevator, letting them inside.

  Just as the doors closed, he noted that both the security guards were staring wide-eyed at Cassandra next to him. He guessed they liked hot girls too.

  The elevator was mirrored and he looked into her eyes.

  "I hear you are really rich now," he said, as way of making conversation.

  She rolled her eyes.

  "I own several small companies in the hair and make-up industries and we have a small PR and advertising firm as well. I'm not just rich, baby, I'm super fucking rich."

  He cringed and grinned himself. He wasn't doing too badly and he had scored promotion after promotion due to his hard work ethic and his skill on the job. However, she was clearly in an elite league of her own and he had to admit as his eyes ran up and down her body in the mirrors of the elevator that he found her more than attractive.

  They strolled down the hall and he let her inside. His was a tidy little one-bedroom place and it was more than enough for one, but she looked around with an air of disdain and he shrugged his shoulders as he walked into the kitchen and flicked on the espresso machine in the corner.

  He sat down at the table and he tried to work up a conversation. It took him awhile and an ice pack for her arm, but she finally started to lose that look. They started talking about their lives and the changes in them and he decided it was time to break out the good stuff.

  “I got this in Scotland 3 years ago. I sometimes bring it out on special occasions.”

  She looked him over and pushed her half finished cup of coffee into the middle of the table.

  “And this is a special occasion, seeing your old high school love?”

  “Who said I was in love?”

  She grinned.

  “Weren’t you?”

  He looked towards his bed on the far side of the room. What to say?

  She laughed and it was a wondrous sound. He had never heard anything so cheerful and enticing at the same time.

  “Pass the bottle,” she said, taking away the pressure he was feeling for a second.

  The conversation got rolling again with little pause. He was soon noticing how she had little dimples that popped out on either cheek when she smiled and how incredible her deep blue eyes looked. Everything about her seem so perfect and he was shocked by the differences between the attractive girl she had been and the absolutely stunning woman she had become.

  An hour past then three and he finally looked at the clock realizing it was midnight and that he should let her go as a wealth woman like her probably worked Saturdays.

  He reached for the whiskey to pop the lid back on, but she snatched it up and strolled over to his bed to lie down and moan about how it was too hot in his apartment.

  He raised an eyebrow and came over to sit down next to her.

  "Your apartment is too hot. Can't you get any better air conditioning?"

  "Well, I'm not made of money like you and good air conditioning costs money. I am pretty happy with what I've got."

  She opened one eye and took a swig of the whiskey, handing it over to him.

  "Are you really happy?"

  He shrugged. Sure things could be better, but that was life.

  She reached over and brushed her fingers along his legs and he noticed the gold nail polish and the little designs there, which drew his eyes in so seductively as they travelled upwards towards his groin. />
  "I'm not satisfied. 10 years ago if you had seen the letter and Brad hadn't been such a dickhead, the world could be a completely different place for us. I always wondered what might have happen if things had been a little different."

  He looked over. Would he have grown up different? Would they have been different?

  He was pretty happy with his life, but there was one thing that was really missing and that was an amazing woman to fill his needs. He often felt lonely and all the women he seemed to meet were only interested in work and money. Here was a stunner, who had all the money she needed, and was at the top of her career at an incredibly young age. She had millions and he doubted she really cared about money as much as those young ones did.

  "And what do you think I need?"

  She smiled at him.

  "How about a blow job?"

  His eyes went round and she smiled at him making strong eye contact to leave no doubt that she meant what she had just said.

  "Excuse me? Did you just say blow job?"

  "Well I didn't say apple, did I? But I'll tell you what, I'm happy to feel your apples, if you are keen to play with mine."

  He looked her hard in the eye. 10 years was a long time and that little incident between them had really hurt - a lot. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to take the pain of her fucking him over again with a little one night stand action; He had lived a lot of life, but she had significantly changed his life that day, if not defined his entire love life so far. There was a lot to answer for there and he wasn't willing to just jump in, even if he she was smoking hot.

  "Just a blow job?" he asked, needing to know where this was going.

  She reached down and shimmied out of her skirt to reveal an incredibly sexy tiny pair of underwear. Her legs were brown all the way up to the top and her butt was beautifully rounded with just the right amount of muscle to make a man's jaw drop. However, he wasn't so easily bought.

  "I'm not interested in a one night stand," he said, knowing that it was completely counter to why he had set out tonight.

  She came forward and kissed him on the cheek.

  "If you show me you're the right man for me, then we'll see."