Bring Me

By: RDV


It was a half-cooked idea, a whim, a dare. It was nothing. Henry knew the girl had been crazy in love with him. She had shamelessly professed it to the world no matter what. She was what, fifteen? He was going on eighteen, graduating from high school in a few weeks. His friends were the regular school jocks, he the primary liner. Man, the girls that lost their minds over him counted ad infinitum. But this one, Carla, should have been the most aggressive of them all.


Okay so he wasn’t interested in her. She was short, pretty and in all ways just a little girl. She was a whore, if anyone hadn’t noticed it yet, and for the record she was asking for it. For trouble and pain just the same. So he and his friends wanted to have fun, like leaving their marks at their alma mater upon graduation. They wanted to do something wild just before they kissed this all goodbye. Carla fitted the picture perfectly. She was ready to give her all to Henry, if that meant being his blow-up doll for the last six weeks. Almost wordlessly, she agreed to be the subject of that cruel joke.


So he came to her. They lit up a fling that was purely based on sex. He screwed her everyday those last five weeks. He had fun. She had fun, of course. But it meant nothing to him. He was farthest from loving her. It was a bet, remember? And he won it. For Carla, it was a win-win situation. The whole school save the faculty knew. She was an instant celebrity. God, she had sex with the great, hot, sexy Henry who was two years above her. It was a feat to surpass.


So Henry graduated. He and his friends laughed it off. What a silly girl, they used to say. She couldn’t even tell that she was being used. He left her with a single word of farewell. She cried, but that also wasn’t given attention. Now that he was in college, more freedom would come his way. He would love it, love it more than the hot times he and Carla had in bed.