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Jeremy was beautiful. He was even more beautiful than Mr. Beautiful. Jeremy had dirty blond hair, deep blue eyes, ivory skin, and a well-sculpted body.

He was in the Army and you could tell just by looking at him that he paid attention to his physical fitness. He and I were in the same language and shared several classes together.

It was easy to fall for his looks and what I liked about Jeremy was his attitude. He didn't care about trying to impress females. He was known for being a player and he had a reputation for being good in bed.

We all had reputations so his reputation didn't bother me. In fact, I admit this excited me. I wanted to be with someone that I could use and could use me. What's fair is fair. I had my own reputation.

I was known as "The Bitch" in the group because I was the meanest one amongst us. Sally, as you know, was called "The Devil" because she seduced you and took your soul in exchange for pleasure. Mimmie was "The Princess" because she was sweet and spoiled. We also had Mary "The Mother" and  Tina "The Joker" as well. 

I felt confident that things would work out nicely in this relationship so I decided to make him an offer. I made my proposition. "So, Jeremy," I said my hand resting gently on his shoulder.

"I have a proposition for you."

"I'm listening" he responded as he looked down at me and bore into my soul with his eyes.

"What would you say about becoming my boyfriend without any strings."

He looked at me stunned as though he were trying to figure out what it was that I was asking him. "What do you mean without any strings?"

"Well...I like the idea of being with you, and I'd like for us to enjoy each others company but I'd rather it not get complicated. If you have other interests you would be free to pursue those but if I want to see you, you'd make time for me. Is that fair?"

He looked at me and didn't answer right away. Lost in his own thoughts. "This feels like a trap," he answered.

"Not a trap. More like an agreement." I said.

He thought about it some more. "I just need to make myself available to you when you call. That's it?" he asked. His eyes filled with curiosity.

"That's correct," I responded with promise in my voice.

"Alright, I can agree to that. One more thing, do I have to hang out with your friends? I heard that The Clique are a bunch of assholes." I smiled at his words. Jeremy was perfect.

"Nope. You don't ever have to spend time with them and yes they are assholes." I confirmed. My mind was so pleased with this turn of events I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Jeremy was perfect. This was going to be amazing.

He and I started dating. I would call him when I wanted to have sex and he would make himself available to me. The rumors about Jeremy were true. He was amazing in the sax.

He left my toes curled and I screamed louder than I ever had with any of my other partners. This guy knew how to rev my boat and I was so pleased with my decision that I hadn't seen it coming.

I really enjoyed having sex with Jeremy. I enjoyed it so much I started calling him more frequently. Soon, we were having sex every night and every night I would go home satisfied.

"Yes! Jeremy! Oh my god you are a fucking king!" I screamed as he pounded into me with his beautiful cock.

My body ignited into passionate flames. Every nerve tingled from his touch. He was a generous lover. He made sure I left his completely satiated.

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