Miss Berrywood

I rumbled into high school in my old rust bucket, an antiquated pickup truck that my late father had left me. I had repainted it green for it was my favourite colour.

I had one mission, and one mission only, for returning to my old high school: To attempt to win back my ex-girlfriend, Dee Berrywood.

I had first seen her hanging out with her posse on my first day of school. She had long, blonde locks which stood out among a sea of brunettes, and her face, with nice rounded cheeks, simply was too cute to ignore.

She would be best described as outgoing, bubbly and cheerful. Her tanned body alluded to her favourite hobby of surfing. While she wasn’t exactly part of the ‘in’ club, she was definitely popular with the guys.

She was also quite free-spirited, often doing crazy things with her group of girls, pulling pranks on others and sometimes getting into trouble. All in the name of fun of course.

It was this openness that attracted me to her. I admired a girl who dared to be crazy, and not care about her image in the pursuit of fun.

I was a bit apprehensive when I first approached her, fearing that she would snub me to maintain her image of being ‘cool’. However, she was surprisingly friendly, and accepted my offer of a date.

After going out a few times, we grew close, and soon enough, we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

However, being popular has its drawbacks, and jealous girls started to spread vicious rumours about her. Kinder souls ended up believing these rumours, and advised me against dating her.

It freaked me out to be honest. I never knew that dating someone would bring about so much trouble. I had plenty of doubts about sustaining the relationship and it definitely affected us. Soon, the pressure was too much for us to bear, and we went our separate ways.

After the breakup, I simply could not bear going to school and facing her again, so I dropped out, and essentially became a bum, wasting my life away.

The separation devastated me. I truly loved her, and really couldn’t get over her. I felt that breaking up was a mistake, and tried numerous times to get back together. But she just couldn’t see a future for us, and rejected me time and again.

And so, here I am, returning to the scene, for one final shot at getting back together. I was determined to succeed, no matter what.

I sauntered through the halls, trying to look for that familiar face again. It didn’t take long. Her unmistakeable laughter emanated through the halls, as she walked confidently with her ‘gang’.

“Dee!” I shouted, instantly stopping her in her tracks.

She was stunned, as her jaw dropped. She never expected to see me back in school again, but she knew what I wanted.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped, almost impatiently.

“Dee,” I pleaded, “Please, please, please give me one more chance.”

“Look,” she started, “I’ve said it’s impossible between us.”

“But why? Weren’t we great before? Why can’t we be together now?” I continued arguing, almost in vain.

“It’s just...”

“What?” I pressed.

“I just can’t see you!” was the best she could offer.

“At least have dinner with me tonight? Please?” I tried a last ditch attempt to save it.

“Why?”

“Just, for old time’s sake. Please? It won’t hurt to have dinner with a friend.”

I sounded desperate, but that was probably because I am.

Dee, for all her popularity and free spirit, wasn’t the smartest girl around, and was taken in by my constant pleading. She’d figured that if she did agree to have dinner with me, I would bugger off once and for all.

“Oh, all right.” She sighed.

“Great! I’ll pick you up later.” I pumped the air with my fist in excitement.

Later that evening, my battered green pickup rolled by her house, as I went to pick Dee up.

Dee appeared, dressed in a stunning black evening dress. Of all the times we went out, I’ve never seen her so elegant. Perhaps she was hinting something.

She clambered into my truck, rather awkwardly, in her high heels and high cut dress.

“You look...great.” I stumbled. She certainly took my breath away.

“Yeah, whatever.” She replied nonchalantly, as though she wanted the whole thing to be over quickly.

We went to the steakhouse we frequented when we were dating. I hoped that it would revive some memories for her, but somehow she didn’t really felt the same way.

Over dinner, I kept thinking about how I would persuade her to get back together with me.

Desperate to come up with something, I blurted out,

“Hey Dee, can I, make love to you once again?”

“What?!” she exclaimed, almost in anger. She very nearly spat out her drink.

“I mean, just like old times?” I tried to explain, evidently not very well.

She was about to reach out and slap me across the face, when I continued, stopping her in her tracks.

“I just, miss that so much. Just one more time? I promise I won’t bug you any more, if you give me one more night with you.”

Again, that seemed to work, as she thought about it. Somehow it seemed to make sense with her.

“Okay. Just one last time all right?” she relented.

“Yes!” I quietly cheered to myself.

And so, we left for a hotel that I had booked earlier, in anticipation of this moment.

I had lit scented candles all over the room, trying to set the atmosphere. But she still wasn’t taken in.

“Let’s just get this over with.” She snorted impatiently.

“Well, take off your clothes then.” I replied in a cheeky and pseudo-seductive way, as I started to undress.

As she wriggled out of her lovely black dress, I stopped, just to admire her body. Those curves, that toned body, that figure. I was almost drooling, but I kept that to myself, as she stripped down to her underwear.

I walked towards her, and held her close to my body, taking her by surprise.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“You look awesome.” I whispered into her ear as my hands reached behind her back and tried to undo her bra.

Then, I surprised her again, by lifting her up and throwing her on the bed.

“What the...?” she screamed.

“Let’s do it baby!” I lost control of myself as I pulled down my boxers. I certainly was getting rather high.

“Wear a condom!” she yelled. I promptly ignored that and jumped right into bed.

I started by touching her body, making her feel lost in ecstasy. I massaged her breasts, trying to invoke an orgasm or something like that. I certainly knew the right spots to get her excited.

But somehow, something didn’t felt quite right. Neither of us really got into it, and got excited. I tried repeatedly, but couldn’t seem to get going.

“This is not working.” I complained.

“You think?” she retorted. There was a slight hint of relief from her though. Maybe she didn’t have to sleep with me after all.

But I wasn’t going to give in so easily though.

“Let’s take a bath. That’ll kick things up a notch.” I suggested.

“Okay...” she moaned reluctantly, as we got up and started the bath.

In the bath, I tried massaging her parts again, fondling her nipples in order to get a reaction. It seemed to work, somewhat, as she started to moan, in a good way.

Once I decided that she was sufficiently excited, I pulled her out of the bath and wrestled her onto the bed. The violent action jolted her and she suddenly realised what was happening.

“What are you doing?” she screamed.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight no matter what.” I shot back, now losing control of myself.

“No!” she tried to resist my advances, but she couldn’t break hold of my grip.

I thrust myself into her repeatedly, as she tried to struggle and break free. Her constant screams didn’t deter me, as I was hell bent on giving myself a good time.

After I was done, we both laid on the bed, exhausted.

“That was great, wasn’t it?” I turned to her, my hands still fondling her body.

She was silent. She was either too tired, or she couldn’t give a damn.

That was that though. I never saw her again after that day. But boy, what a night.