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(episode 26) This follows “Two Girl Fuck Competition” I should have been happy and excited because I was officially dating Mary Beth. She was definitely a super hot, sexy girl and nearly every guy I knew would’ve been ecstatic to be with Mary Beth. But I wasn’t feeling happy. I was actually feeling quite depressed. Down deep I still ached for Jennifer, even though I was mad as hell at her. Jennifer had just announced to several of our friends that she was “exclusively dating Eric,” the guy I was always referring to as Mr. Rich Asshole Law Student. In fact I had called him that to his face on two occasions. I decided that a visit home for the weekend would be good for me. I knew that mom’s home cooking would help ease my emotional torment. My mom would make my favorite dishes and desserts. I thought I would also get my kid brother to go hunting with me that coming Saturday morning and take in his high school basketball game on Friday night. There was not a home game in Athens since the Dawgs were playing the University of Tennessee up in Knoxville, so that settled the deal for me on deciding to visit my family for weekend. Mary Beth though didn’t like the idea of me going home for weekend and she pouted some about it. Her pouting reminded me of Jennifer. As I often did when I’d visit home from college, I ate too much for supper that Friday night which included a bunch of homemade fried apple pies for dessert. After my dinner settled I took my junior high aged little sister over to the high school gym to watch my little brother in his varsity basketball game. Once we arrived, my little sister disappeared with a bunch of her chatty silly friends. I took the opportunity to say hello to some of my old teachers and parents of friends, and hoped that I might run into some old high school friends, though I guessed nearly all of them were away at their colleges. I had just sat down in the bleachers when in walked someone who I really didn’t expect to see. My old girlfriend, Mandy, whom I dated for three years in high school, made a grand entrance. She had been my childhood sweetheart for many years. I had not seen her since a church function during Christmas holidays Ataşehir Escort two years earlier that we had both attended with our families. Mandy had been voted both Most Popular and Best Looking by my senior class. In fact she had been an icon of my senior class, having also been Homecoming Queen, a varsity cheerleader, and drama star in our school plays. No doubt she was one of the best known people in town. After our senior year in high school she had gone off to a small college about an hour northeast of our home town. There she was a varsity basketball cheerleader and from what I had heard, she was almost as big a deal at that small college as she had been in our high school. Mandy and I were each other’s first. Yes! Everyone has a first…you never forget your first time, especially if she had been your girlfriend over half your life! We had both been sixteen years old when we bumbled around and got our virginity over with. We had never been with anyone else until after our high school graduation. In fact, I had never even had my hand down the pants of any girl other than Mandy until summer before college. A lot of home folks had always thought Mandy and I would get married one day. I had known Mandy my entire life, being just a few months older than her. Her mom and my mom had been high school buddies, along with…and oh, this gets tricky and complicated, Jennifer’s mom! Yes, Jennifer, Mandy and I had known each other since before we were old enough to walk. Mandy was the quintessential cheerleader; in fact she looked like a cheerleader no matter how she was dressed. She was always bouncy, cheerful, outgoing, and smiling. At average height for a girl, dirty blonde hair a little below her shoulders, blue eyes, big smile, slightly thick pouty lips, little nose, sexy athletic legs extending down from a really super hot toned sexy body with medium size breasts, she had been born to be a cheerleader. I watched as Mandy made her way across the gym, stopping to say hello to several people, squealing loud and friendly as she greeted them, and giving them all hugs and pretend kisses. She knew her appearance would be Ataşehir Escort Bayan one of the highlights of the evening and she was squeezing every bit of personal glory out of her entrance as she could. She stopped in front of the bleachers with everyone’s eyes on her, just as she planned, to scan the crowd for anyone else she knew. Then she saw me. Her eyes got really big and her face beamed with excitement as she pointed at me and yelled out loud, as only a cheerleader can scream, “BUUUZZZZ!” The entire gym of at least 1,000 people were all looking to see who Mandy was yelling at. Mandy started running up the bleachers toward me. I think I fully expected her to do a cheerleader move, like a couple of flips and back flip onto my lap or something. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck. Everyone in town, it seemed like, knew we had been long time sweethearts and I could feel every eye in the place on us. I was quite embarrassed to be the center of the show but had put up with this kind of scene quite a lot when I was a teenager dating her. Mandy then sat down next to me and proceeded to tell me all about her time at college, as a cheerleader there, and that she was in all the college plays just like in high school. Of course I had previously heard all about how she was ‘miss popularity’ at that college. In fact, I knew that she chose a small college just so she could be the popularity queen of the campus. I knew Mandy very well. I guess she also knew me just as well. Mandy announced to me that she was engaged, a very recent development that I had not heard about, to a guy on the basketball team at her college. She told me that he was Phi Beta Kappa, president of a fraternity, and the son of a bank president. Knowing Mandy, that all made perfect sense to me. She basked in glory as she displayed the diamond engagement ring on her left hand. After telling me all about herself, Mandy asked if I was still seeing Jennifer. It turned out that Mandy knew a lot about me and Jennifer, everything except the dirty little kinky details. I told her that we had broken up again and Mandy gave me this shocked, jaw dropping Escort Ataşehir look. “Oh, you don’t say!” She exclaimed. Somehow I did not feel that she was shocked at all to learn that little tidbit. I was pretty sure she already knew before she even asked. I, of course, really didn’t want to talk about it but did tell her I had started seeing someone else. Mandy spent the entire game with me and we watched my little brother’s on court exploits and antics. By that time he had already grown to be three inches taller than me and I am not short. Mandy went on and on about how much my brother and I look alike in the face. I was more concerned about whether his team would win the game or not, as both teams were very evenly matched and the lead kept changing from one team to the other. I wasn’t surprised that my brother tried to be a ‘hot dog’ on the basketball court and I had been amused as he once got chewed out by his coach for not passing the ball to teammates. But still he hit the winning shot at the buzzer and ended up being the hero. I had to go down on the court after the game and congratulate him and call him a “snot head.” What are brothers for if not to pick on one another? He called me “asshole” back and then gave me his ‘super cool’ handshake which was some crazy complicated maneuver where you also bump shoulders. Mandy, who followed me onto the court, asked me to meet her after the game at the Dairy Queen. I quickly found my little sister but also ran into mom and dad, who told me they’d take my sister off my hands. They had seen the spectacle with Mandy and somehow knew I was going to visit with her. So I went over to the Dairy Queen. It was full of high school kids from the game but I soon saw Mandy who had saved us our old favorite booth. We chatted for awhile, talking about old times in high school and when we dated. She told me she always knew I wanted to go to UGA and thought I would move away to the big city someday. I always felt that after college she would end up back in our hometown to live her life where she knew everyone and felt so comfortable. Mandy wanted to know all about my relationship with Jennifer and the new girl I was seeing. She told me that she had heard about our, as she called it, “legendary tailgate parties” at our rental house in Athens and that I now had quite a reputation. I asked what that meant. Mandy said, “The word is out that you get around.” I just looked at her and motioned “what” with my hands and arms.

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