Cheat

Cheat

I was in a relationship. This girl was bad, and when I say “bad” I mean she was bad. She had long black hair, perky tits, manicured finger and toenails, and an ass that would make a donkey jealous. Yeah, I had sex with her. Actually, I had sex with her a lot, every time better than the last. She was the type of girl who sent chills throughout your whole body, like every time you saw her you were at the point of climaxing, it was amazing. But have you ever noticed that relationships always turn sour – when the female wants commitment. Every girl commitment this and commitment that, it’s all just so damn tedious and I’m young and I don’t want to have to handle that.
I’m still in high school and every girl there is ready to be deflowered. I feel like some sort of gardener. Some girls just threw themselves at me; others took a little more effort. But in the end I always had sex with them, and there was no emotion attached to them. I guess I should feel bad about taking girls virginity, I always heard that was special. Oh well, if they’re stupid enough to give it up, then I’m smart enough to take it from them.
Where was I anyways? Oh, yeah, I was in a relationship. Her name was Monica, she was short, had dark skin, and everything. She said she was attracted to my light skin and that my eyes mesmerized her. I told her that she was the type of beauty I had never seen before. I didn’t mean it, but she believed everything I told her.
“Damn girl, you is so damn beautiful,” I would tell her.
“Shoot, who you tellin’? I know I’m fly,” She would respond.
She came from a run down family; I guess I could’ve taken that into consideration. But I didn’t, I only had one thing on my mind, and that was how long it was going to take to get it from her. So I’d just spoon feed her a bunch of lies, and she ate it and she swallowed it. Yes, pun intended. Her parents had filed for divorced when she was 11, and she had lived with her mother in an apartment in the bad part of town. She always came to school dressed nicely, though. Shoes always looked new, some designer shirts and jeans, and her hair always looked done. But that wasn’t her most outstanding feature, because old girl could suck a mean dick. Some guys had spoken about it and I had to see if it was true or not, though she always told me that she never sucked dick like that. God knows that the proof was in the pudding and I enjoyed every minute of it.
She asked me if we ever were going to be anything more than friends. Of course, I didn’t want the sex to stop, so I just told her another lie.
“Sure, girl, you can be mine.” I would lie to her right through my teeth.
“Oh, thank you, baby.” She’d wrap her arms around my neck and kissed me.
So we were going for about a month, and I filled her head with a different lie every day. Every night we would talk, she always used her mom’s cell phone since she didn’t have one of her own. Man, that girl was kinky because every night she would tell me what she was wearing and how she wanted to do things to me. Like things that you wouldn’t even tell your friends. She was really nasty.
“Oh, really, now? Trust, girl, if you’s talkin’ like dat den you only lookin’ fo trouble den.” I would tell her.
“Yeah, boy, I’m tryin to make you experience things you aint neva had befo.’” She said in a voice of seduction.
“Well, when you plannin’ on doin all dis’?”
“Next time I see you, sexy.”
Yeah, she was a real freak. But to me she was only jump off. A jump off was the type of girl you didn’t marry, but to just have sex with, in other words a hoe. To her I was everything, possibly she saw me as a way to get out of poverty. She was looking for a husband and I knew I was too young just to be committed to one female. I had guessed she was looking for a good guy, since her dad wasn’t shit. There were so many pretty girls out there, and I feel that it wouldn’t be fair to limit myself to one jump off, when there are close to a million. Well, maybe not a million, but there sure as hell were a lot of them.
There were even times I could hear her moaning on the phone. I had guessed that she was masturbating, or something. But all I knew was that this girl was sprung. I was sprung, but in a different way. I only had one thing on my mind. And nothing was going to stop me from getting it.
At the same time there was this other girl, Kayla, who was feeling me as well. Her ass wasn’t as fat as Monica’s, but it was a good size. Her hair came down to about her shoulders, and it was bleached blonde. This girl had had her ears pierced five times each, as well as her nose, naval, and tongue. And I heard that she went down. See, I was notorious for getting an extra taste every now and then. Shit, I had figured what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, but they all eventually found out in the end. But, hey, I’d be long gone whenever that time came and good riddance.
Monica and I were going out for about five months; all the while I had sex with Kayla, too. I couldn’t pick who gave the best blow job, or had better sex because they each put their own personal spins on it. It was easy to cheat since Kayla went to a different school, and I would normally see her after I was done with Monica. Damn, whenever I got to her place nobody would ever be home. Thank God both her parents worked late hours, because I’d stay late and a lot happened when I stayed late. Even when I told her it was time for me to go she’d always wanted to go another round. Who was I to deny her something she wanted? I’d make sure to keep my cell off, just in case Monica tried calling. I was feeling both of them, but to me they were only jump offs.
This all continued for a couple of months, and during those months I picked up a couple more jump offs. It wasn’t that hard to keep track of all them, since they all trusted me and didn’t ask too many questions. My luck must’ve been great, to sex up all those girls and not catch anything from it. Some of them didn’t care that I had a girlfriend, or that I was sleeping with other girls because they were in it for the same reason as me, to relieve some sexual tension. Whether she was dark skin, light skin, mixed, Spanish, Asian, it didn’t matter because each one gave it real good.
Monica and I had started arguing more often; well, they were more staged, I would start them most of the time or I said something out the way to make her start, because I was getting sick of being with her. After a few months of sex with her it just kind of lost all luster. It was the same moaning, same sexual faces, and the same ass. It was only a matter of time before I’d cut the rest jump offs loose and start my game all over again.
“What you mean you don’t wanna be wit me no mo, nigga!” Monica exclaimed.
“Naw, ya ass is getting’ too clingy, I need my space.”
“Da fuck you mean clingy! Nigga, I givin you dat kind of pussy dat no otha bitch could give.”
“Hahaha, yeah right, hoe, I been getting it in wit otha bitches and they was all betta den you.”
“Fuck you, nigga! Wit ya triflin ass! Yo dick wasn’t even dat good anyways.”
“Wateva, bitch. If dat were da case you wouldn’t have kept fuckin’ me.”
That was the last time I heard from Monica. She never did come back to school after that day, rumors spread that she moved away or that she went to an all girl’s school. But it didn’t matter to me; there were no feelings left behind, anyway, at least not on my part. Besides girls like her come a dime a dozen.
My parents hadn’t been married when I was born, and every time it was dad’s turn to take me in, he’d always bring home a different girl. It spoke to me, and I looked up to my dad as a role model, so why not flatter him and mimic his moves. He knew exactly what to say to a girl to get her to drop her pants. The quickest I had ever seen him work was when he met a girl at a restaurant we were eating at. He talked her up for about a minute and he told me to go off somewhere. I didn’t go anywhere. I followed him and that girl back to his place. Peeking around the corner I saw her go inside, and minutes later I heard her screaming. Even more amazing was that she had a ring on her finger, not just for show but a wedding ring. Guess her husband wasn’t getting it in as good as he thought. But ever since then I had thought to mimic his actions and try and sleep with as many girls as possible, the cheating part was just something I added for excitement.
It was April, the weather was getting warmer and the clothes the girls had been wearing had gotten tighter and more revealing. I remember seeing this one jump off in my class, her ass was so fat so I gave her the eye. Minutes later she went to the bathroom and before she left the room she gave me the sign. I got up and followed her into the bathroom and we went into one of the stalls, lets just say it got pretty heated in there and she went back to class a happy girl. I never saw any of this as me doing wrong; I was just giving these females exactly what they wanted, without any strings attached. I kept the same process, the same pace, and sometimes leaving a trail of tears in my path. But that’s the consequence of wanting to be in a relationship, you never know what’s going to happen.
In May, we received a transfer student in one of my classes. She was gorgeous, more than any other girl I had ever encountered. She had light skin and light brown eyes. Her books were wrapped in her arms like she was hugging them and she was dressed more conservative than the others. Capri shorts and a form fitting short sleeve tee-shirt was all she wore. You couldn’t even get a glimpse of what kind of panties she was wearing if she bent over. Her ass was nothing special, but it would do and her tits looked at about a B cup, again nothing too special. My eyes were more focused on her face. That flawless skin, that short brown hair, she even had a cute voice to boot.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?” The teacher said.
“My name is Kristen.”
Damn, that voice could make any guy melt. If her normal speaking voice could do that I wonder what her moaning voice would be like. I bet she could make dudes bust real quick if she called out their names in a whisper. This made me very excited, a new girl, new opportunities, and possibly a new experience for her. She took her seat next to me, and with confidence I engaged in conversation with her.
“Ey, girl how you doin’?” I asked.
“I’m fine, and what about you?” She said fluently with no signs of slang anywhere.
She was one of the first girls I had shown interest in that spoke properly, almost like she was white. Even though Ebonics was more my speed, her proper dialect turned me on. She was more educated than any other girl I had run into, this might be harder than I thought. She might actually think something of herself, thus the invisible force field won’t be let down so easily.
“It’s all good ova here. So, where you come from?” I asked her.
“My family just moved here from Colorado.” She answered nicely.
“Damn, dats a ways away. So what brought ya fam ova here?”
“Well, my dad got laid off, and we couldn’t afford our house anymore, so we had to move to a more urban area.”
Normally, a sob story like that wouldn’t affect me, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for her. But I was sure those feelings would go away soon enough – after I had sex with her. Months past, and within that time I was able to get her phone number, I had been to her place a couple times, I even met her family. Normally, I wouldn’t get this involved with a girl. But something was different about her; I actually felt a connection between her and me. She didn’t always feel the need to be conceited, she was more humble than anything and I liked that. The way she spoke turned me on, and I don’t know why, but I felt more pulled in after every word. We had conversations that weren’t solely circled around sex. She told me about her life and how she went from riches to rags. Some douche bag had turned snake on her dad and made him lose his job. Since little money coming in, they had to move to an area like this just to make ends meet. And someone would only come here if they were all out of options.
“It’s hard, but we are surviving.” And even through all the shit life has handed her, she still managed to smile. Hell, I never smiled here, only because there was nothing to smile about. But she had a pretty smile, so I’m glad she smiled during bleak situations. She wasn’t like most upper-class girls; she didn’t rely on material objects and possessions. She didn’t care if she didn’t have the nicest phone, or the newest clothes, or the sexiest lingerie. There was something genuine about her.
She made my heart stop at times and it would hurt whenever I wasn’t around her. I didn’t have the courage anymore to do the things I had done to previous girls. Even I found it crazy that her conservative lifestyle actually turned me out. I had become so use to jump offs I had forgotten what a real chick was all about it. It wasn’t hard to see that I had found companionship in her; she was even, real, girlfriend material. The type of girl you would even bring home to meet your mom.
“Kristen, I like you.” I told her.
“I like you to.” She responded.
“No, I really like you.”
“Are you trying to ask me something?”
“Yeah, I want you to be my girl.”
That’s all I said to her, and all she did was smile and nod her head at me. It was the first time I was actually happy to have a girlfriend. She wasn’t even easy; we had dated for over a month and didn’t have sex. I respected that about her, whenever we were in her room, by ourselves, I didn’t even lay on her bed. All we ever did was kiss, not tongue kissing, just kiss. That was all I needed. It was weird what was going on with me to make me only want this. Even bad jump offs on the street didn’t even catch my eye. And I’d seen one with her thong showing from the top of her jeans. Big tits looking like she had two cantaloupes in her shirt, she even tried to holler at me.
“Ey, daddy, how you doin?” she asked.
“I’m good, ya know chillin’” I responded.
“You tryin ta do something lata?”
“Naw, I’m good.”
Was that all girls wanted. I don’t know why I had believed relationships were overrated. It was nice knowing that there was someone out there who constantly cared about you. I never really accepted those kinds of people in my life since they were normally fake. My parents really didn’t care too much about me, either. They were too busy with there own lives. I never really experienced true compassion from the opposite sex. All I had ever done was just manipulate them to have sex with me. Thinking back on it all, I sort of felt bad for doing it to them. Sometimes, I’d even worry that I’ll revert back to my old ways and even cheat on this girl. Hopefully, my love will overpower my lust, and I can stay true to her.
Our relationship continued with little strain. We’d talk every night on the phone; there was never a boring conversation.
The new school year had started. And we’d see each other during the day. I could tell the jumps offs I had done wrong were pissed to see me holding hands with a girl in the hallway. In the past I never held hands I just told the jump off to stay close to me, or that I was too much of a man to hold hands. They all gave her a stank expression, they were just jealous of her status with me. I’d kiss her before I left her and kiss her when I’d see her, and even old jump offs tried to get me back to my mischievous ways. One girl tried the same bathroom tactic as that other girl did, but it didn’t make me budge. I was too committed to this girl to ever do her wrong.
I had never been known to be the jealous type, but when I saw another guy trying to flirt with her I stepped in and made it known that she was taken. The whole school eventually knew that she was taken, but that didn’t matter since guys still tried to persuade her. I could trust that she would make the right decision and turn any guy down because she knew she had a keeper. This was the happiest I had ever been.
Months passed in the relationship and things started to change up a bit. We still weren’t having sex, but that didn’t bother me. Sometimes she wouldn’t answer her phone when I called, I would call her about four times before I gave up and went to bed. I had just assumed that her parents didn’t want her life to revolve around me, which I understood. In school I would see her less, and when I did see her I’d only get a kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t tell if she was getting embarrassed by our relationship or not. Her reasons for her actions still baffled me, but we were still together so I couldn’t complain much. For the most part we stayed happy, and when we did talk on the phone we would go on and on all night.
“So where were you at today?” She said in her cute voice.
“I could ask you the same thing; I barely got to see you today.” Just being around her improved my grammar.
“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I take a new way to my classes, it’s shorter.”
“So you gonna fill me in on it, or what?”
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow in class.”
“Kristen…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love you.”
“Awwww, I love you too, night.”
I had finally said it, and actually meant it. Any doubts in my head and in my heart had faded. I had this girl for life now. I had always believed that those words bound to you to the person you said them to for life. Those words were never meant to be used loosely, and only for those who were special. And the fact knowing she said it back must’ve been because she felt the same way. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to go through life with me. I wasn’t worried about cheating on her anymore, because I had finally found a good girl.
At school I had noticed that people had started whispering anytime I passed them. Probably still gossiping about me actually having a steady girlfriend, guess it’s not an easy thing to accept when you have a reputation of fucking girls then leaving them.
I had gone through the whole day and barely got to see my girlfriend. We barely exchanged words in class, I hope the “I love you” didn’t freak her out or anything.
“Kristen?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah?” She responded in a voice that sounded annoyed.
“What’s wrong with you, why ain’t you saying anything to me?”
“I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind is all.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll tell you about it later, I just have a problem that I need to solve.”
I had guessed it was her family again, so I wasn’t going to pry into it. Class had ended and we went our separate ways. I thought about surprising her so I went to the local grocery store after school, and bought her a couple of flowers. I had spent my last couple of dollars on them. Heading over to her place I sang a song of joy and there was even a skip in my step, I sort of felt homo doing that. Maybe this is what love felt like.
Getting to her building I went up to her floor. The door to her apartment was cracked open, so I decided to enter and peak my head inside. Her parents didn’t seem to be home, yet. But I heard a strange noise, like springs bouncing. Walking deeper into the complex I saw that a door was open and two people were in there. And with my own eyes I saw a guy and my girlfriend in a bed, which looked to be her parents. They were fucking. I had recognized the guy as Dante, a guy who had tried getting at Kristen times before. My heart shattered, the flowers fell out of my hands, and I left without saying anything. I had only talked to Kristen one more time after that day and that was to break up with her.
“Ey.” I greeted in a low voice
“Oh, hey baby, what’s up?” She said cheerfully.
“I came over today.”
“Oh…well I’m guessing you saw me with Dante?”
“So why’d you do it?”
“Look, I have a confession to make.”
“I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ confession, just tell me why!”
“First things first, nigga, don’t raise your voice to me!” her dialect had changed, “two it serves ya ass right.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“You know a girl named Monica.”
As soon as she said that name, the girl that I was dating last year flashed through my head.
“Yeah, what’s that bitch got to do with anything?”
“Well dat so called ‘bitch’ was my cousin, nigga.”
Karma had just hit me real hard. The thought of the girl of my dreams being related to a girl I had had a relationship with previously. My heart stopped and I couldn’t say anything.
“You did her wrong, and she committed suicide. You prolly wonderin how I know, because she left a note sayin’ that she’ll still love you even in death. You’s a triflin’ ass nigga. I bet you didn’t even know dat did you? Cuz ya ass too busy fuckin’ bitches. Serves ya ass right ta get cheated on. Yeah, I had known who you were and I had transferred schools just so I could do all dis. You need to know what it’s like to have a shattered heart like hers!”
“...” I couldn’t respond; my own perception had just been flipped around.
“Dats right, I was only keepin’ you around because I wanted you to see me fuck dat nigga, I didn’t feel bad for you really, sayin’ how you loved me and everything. My fuckin’ cousin said dat to you, but you didn’t give a shit cuz you still fucked around.”
I wasn’t going to try to understand her logic behind it. You can’t hide emotions and if you do you end up getting hurt from it. I knew that I loved her, but I wasn’t going to put my neck on the line again, not to go through that. But it couldn’t help but remind me of myself.
I had hung up on her after that. I wonder if that’s how the jump offs felt when I did them like that. It hurt a hell of a lot, but I didn’t cry since no bitch was worth tears. I felt like I became what those other girls were to me; I was just a nigga she wanted to get revenge on. It’s ironic isn’t? That I would treat all these girls like this and I finally find a good one and she wasn’t anything but a bitch looking for revenge.
We don’t make eye contact with one another whenever we pass each other in the halls. We act as if neither of us exists to one another.
I went back to my old ways and fucked every jump off who came my way, and never got into a relationship again. But I would always see Kristen’s face on whatever girl I was fucking at the time. My heart never mended and no amount of jump offs could ever fix it. No girl could say she loved me, because I never wanted it. No girl could say she cared about me, because I didn’t care about them. And no girl could ever cheat on me, because I didn’t give them the chance to. Not after the first girl I fell in love with, no one would ever have the chance to do me like that again.