Possession

Hello. My name is Danielle, Danny for short. I’m known as the sexy cheerleader, also somewhat ruthless, that is dating the schools football star, Brock Phillips. He is muscular, sexy with his brown hair and blue eyes and he is definitely blessed between the thighs, if you know what I mean.

Life with him is easy. He is a bit of a bad boy himself which is kind of how we got together, we both were picking on this one geek of a boy back in 9th grade and from there you could just say it was love as first sight. I knew he would belong to me, we are simply meant to be. Being together we pick on many different kids and have amazing sex. Our life is perfect, or so I thought.

Sure we fight a lot, but I always think of it as a plot to get to our unbelievable makeup sex. I know I personally start a few feuds just for it. It is rough and animalistic, which I love. I’ve always been somewhat of a sadist. I loved going hunting with my father when I was younger, before he passed away, just to see the life slowly fade from Bambi’s eyes as the blood ran out. Making a red pool around the deer.

Maybe it’s my fathers fault that I’m like this. Not his directly, but once he died my whore of a mother married a man named Don. Don is the sleeziest, dirtiest, most perverted man I ever came across. I was only 9 when that man came into my life and every day since, let’s just say after a few months of torture, I learned to sleep with a knife under my pillow. My mother never believed me when I mentioned what he had done to me, of course he is a respectable lawyer, why would HE molest a little girl?

Finally, the bell to signal the end of the day rang, drawling me out of my thoughts. Thankfully it is Friday. I don’t think I could manage another boring lecture.

Walking out of the hall, I am immediately swept up by strong arms, spinning me around in circles as I shriek. “Brock! Put me down!” I protest weakly, Of course I love being in his arms so why would I want out of them?

He places me down gently, capturing my lips in a heated kiss that I happily return, tugging him even closer. I could feel his hands slid down my waist, messing with the hem of my little jean skirt. No doubt all eyes were on us, but neither of us care. We were to wrapped up in each other.

Pulling back, he whispers in my ear. “I think we have a few moments to spare before preparing for the game tonight. Don’t you, baby?” Giggling, I pull him along with me to the roof of the building. No one ever comes up here so Brock and I made it our little place, we even were able to sneak in a mattress and some fairy lights to be able to escape sometimes during the day and just be together. I am so in love with him and I think that is easy to tell. I will always be his and he will always be mine.

He pushes me roughly up against the side of the building, attacking my lips with his as I claw his clothes off. We don’t always do things roughly, but we both get really turned on when it is. He never forgets to wear a condom, even though I could care less, I love him and know that if we were to have a baby, it would be loved.

After he put on the proper ‘gear’ he thrusts into me hard, causing my back to scrape along the brick wall surely causing blood to flow. I love it.

Pulling his lips to mine, I dig my fingernails into his back, encouraging him to go faster. Now we both could last a long time, but we knew we were crunched on time so when he slid one hand down between us and started rubbing my sensitive area, he threw me over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. He roars not long after, signaling his own release.

We both lay down on the mattress to catch our breathes. “I love you.” I state, running my hands through his hair how I know he likes. He hums before replying. “I love you too, Danny. Forever.”

Snuggling into him for a few more moments, I sigh as I get up to get dressed, Brock following suit. “Come on, let’s go kick some Tiger ass.” He says, grabbing my hand and leading me down to the field where we go our separate ways with a kiss.

I walk over to the other girls, already doing their stretches and start my own. My two best friends, if I could even call them that, they were more like my minions, saunter over to me.

“Were you with Brock? He is so dreamy, you guys are the perfect couple.” Ally states to which I gave her a ‘duh’ look.

Sally agrees, and continues to go on about some new girl in the school that all the boys are drooling over. I wasn't worried. I doubt she is prettier than me and besides, I have Brock.

The game starts, with me and the girls cheering and hollering for the boys to kick the other teams ass. Of course our team won, with Brock scoring the last touchdown. After the game, I am standing outside the locker rooms with Sally and Ally, waiting patiently for Brock to get done taking a shower.

I would have joined him if there wasn't 10 other men in there. Not that I would have minded if they watched, but Brock isn't as out there as I am, I suppose.

Sally slaps my arm, earning herself one of my glares that makes her immediately apologize and cower away from before nodding her head over to a short girl with red hair and brown eyes. I quirk an eyebrow at her, questioning what I care about this random girl.

"That is the new girl, Callie." I shrug. "And I care why? She isn't even that pretty." I realize she heard my comment when she sent me a glare, causing me to laugh. Sally and Ally copy my action, laughing at the girl. Rolling my eyes, I notice Brock stepping out of the changing room with steam laying out behind him.

Damn he is so sexy, I'm so lucky. Running up to him, I wrap my legs around him, planting my lips on his. He grabs ahold of my ass, holding me to him as he kisses me back, setting me down lightly. "Hey baby. You did so good today." I spoke, noticing he wasn't looking at me. I followed where his gaze was, noticing the red head, Callie, staring at him with her mouth slightly ajar.

Snorting, I call out to her. "Honey, I know my boyfriend is hot, but wipe the drool, it's not attractive." The bitch had some nerve to look at him like that, but since she is new, I would disregard her disrespect this once. Every one around us laughs at her, as I turn back to Brock.

Brock seems to straighten up after my comment, looking down at me. "Let's get out of here baby girl." I nod and trail along behind him, letting him lead me to his truck, knowing we were going back to his house before the victory party that one of the other football players always hosts after a game. And let me tell you, those parties are always one to remember.