Comforting after a break up

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It was around the time Summer becomes Autumn in 2010 and I was only 16. I had my very first girlfriend and I was very pleased with how we were going. We had hit the 3 month mark, and I was elated, I couldn’t comprehend our relationship going any better. Evidently, she could.
Pheobe dumped me on a Thursday, during the lunch break at school. I was devastated. I found myself questioning how this could happen, what went wrong, what could I have done. As you do. In the face of these questions, she responded with, “I think we should just be friends.” I can tell you, there are no crueller words to say to a horny 16 year old boy. As she pranced away from our brief break-up talk and I felt the weight of the world crashing down on me, the bell rang, signalling classes to resume. It’s a strange feeling, taking the biggest blow to your self-esteem to date and then having to immediately go to Mrs. Johanson’s English class. Tell me if you can relate.

Going through your first break up is a totally unique experience of emotion and insecurity. You have moments where you think it’s the end of the world. There are moments when you find yourself angry at her, for even being alive. There are moments when you think it’s a good thing, that now you can have any woman you want. There are moments when you realise that you can’t have any woman that you want, and that finding another is probably impossible. These are followed up by moments that you realise that yes, finding another woman is definitely going to be impossible. But the thought that entered my mind the most was that she was over me, and I wasn’t over her.
I had to see Pheobe everyday at school. Philmore High is a big school, you’d think I’d be able to avoid her, but we shared many of the same friends, so she was always just kind of… there. And every time I saw her, I saw all of her. I saw her cute button nose and the little patch of freckles dotted around it. I saw her deep, brown eyes, full of character and rich in beauty. I saw her long, flowing hair, a glowing shade of auburn. I saw her sexy, dark skin tone. I saw her cute, a-cup titties. And I saw her ass. The sexiest, roundest, bubbliest ass you will ever see on a 16 year old girl, and I fell in love with her all over again.
Being around her was agony. I realise now how melodramatic it all was, but then, you always realise that you’ve embarrassed yourself after it’s already happened. Anyways, being around her was agony. I confided in a lot of people my heart-felled emotions on the subject. I imagine they grew weary of it quickly, but I kept coming back to them with more.
My favourite confidants were female. My guy friends were just growing into their sense of humours, whenever I would come to any of them for advice or whatever, they would aptly say, “Let me just stop you there,” and just walk away. I didn’t care much for that joke. But Joanne would listen. As would Bella. And Rachael and Nicole. They all gave me the same advice. That I had a lot of pent up emotion and sexual tension and I some how needed to relieve that. Little did they know, that this sexual tension would inevitably be taken out on one of them






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I didn’t take heed of their advice, at first. The girls told me that I must let out my pent up emotion, but I was determined to not let my emotions get the better of me. In hindsight, I suppose I should have. Perhaps I should have let the misery take hold of me, and then I would be able to let go. Instead, I became bound to a very subdued, mediocre mood for the next two months.
As such, I became lethargic. No longer did sports or anything of an active nature. My friends could only seem to drag me out to movies and stuff of a similar nature, because I thought I would bring them down if it were anything more. It was about two months later, that a couple friends decided to do a little LOST marathon at my house. LOST was a weird show, and there were a few of us who took pleasure in getting together now and then and making merciless fun of it.
It was a mild day, and a group of four of us got round to watch it. Besides me, there were two other guys, and a girl: Jade. We watched about 4 or 5 episodes of it, which was about as much as four restless teenagers could bare. We hurled abuse at characters and condemned the writers. Despite my state, I did have a lot of fun. But as the day got later, the guy who brought the DVD’s had to go and do some last minute revision for a test he had the next day.
After this, the three of us talked briefly. Jade and Rob asked me how I was doing since the break-up, and I replied, “Never better” with a weak smile, as I always did.
Not long after, the two proceeded to wrestle briefly. Jade was very sexually charged, she was the only one in our little group who had actually had sex. Rob and Jade had an off and on relationship. Though they had never had sex, they definitely had some kind of chemistry. Their fire had been cooling though, ever since Jade had been exploring her sexuality with other guys. Despite himself, Rob was a very innocent kid and Jade was a little too much woman for him.
As they wrestled, I got a chance to check Jade out for myself. Jade, though an extremely nice girl was a renowned slut, and the thought of her shaking her cute little body over some guys’ dick had given me countless boners. Jade had nice long legs, and a cute little ass, that were wrapped up nicely in a white pair of skinny jeans. She wore a loose top, that when hanging low, would allow me to see part of her bra and her cleavage. Jade had incredible tits, big C- cups which were fantastic for her age. Jade had short, light brown hair, just a little shorter then shoulder length and her normally curly hair had been straightened, and it hung over her face very seductively.