The HARD Ride

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Authors: Stella Wright
 
     
     
     
    The HARD Ride
    by Stella Wright
    Copyright 2013 Stella Wright
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    The HARD Ride
    The road seemed endless without a sight of another vehicle , or anyone for that matter. I looked at James and kept staring at him until he noticed me and smiled.
    “Anything wrong?”
    “Nothing just thinking about something,” I replied looking straight ahead.
    “Would you tell me?”
    “No. It’s nothing that you would like.”
    “Really, what is it about?” He winked at me.
    “Forget it,” I turned my gaze at the roadside trees.
    I hated James, for everything he did. He would bang girls for fun and then simply forget their names and their faces. He was so senseless and shameless. Still I was with him in his car. Awkward stuffs happen to odd people often. My friends would give their soul to the devil to sleep with him and it wasn’t surprising as James was hot as hell. Tall, tanned, broad shoulders, cute smile, sharp nose and blue eyes, these were enough to get any girl he wanted. He was the captain of the school soccer team and was an amazing speaker. You must be wondering how dumb I am to hate such a guy with that breathtaking torso . Well I’m not a sex starved girl or a one who would just sleep with a guy and then get dumped in to the pit. I respect myself and won’t let anything take it down not even a sexy guy like James.
    It was his attitude that I disliked. He viewed the girls as objects and to him sex was nothing but an equivalent to a day’s meal. No real feelings at all. My best friend had once come back to the dorm all jumping and ready to burst out screaming out of joy.
    “What’s got into you?” I asked her.
    “I had sex with James last night . Can you even believe it? It’s a dream come true. Wow!”
    I could not believe how she could be so happy knowing that he would never ever talk to him again.
    “I don’t care. I would be famous now. Are you jealous of me Martha?”
    “No- Hell no. why would I be? I hate him.” I frowned at her.
    She gawk ed at me for a moment and then snorted off.
    Another girl once kept on telling me how amazing James was on bed. It isn’t true that I never fantasized about James, who would I be kidding , but sleeping with him in reality was never going to happen. I never appreciated guys who used women to satisfy their hunger. I craved for love and would sleep only with the one who would love me and be loyal to me. I was never ashamed of my sexuality and never minded being a virgin as I knew it would be worth a wait.
    The dark had set in and there was nothing but darkness in and out. James had been surprisingly silent today as h e never let the chance of hitting on a girl go waste. He hadn’t said anything for hours together.
    “Why are you so mum, James?” I don’t know why I started that conversation but this one conversation changed my life.
    “What should I talk about?”
    “Anything. Well if you have anything to talk other than women,” I said looking him in the eye.
    “You think I am a player , Martha ?” James turned to me and gave a grave look.
    “Yes, I guess so. Are you not?”
    “Of course not! What made you think like that?”
    “Well, sleeping with most of the hotties in the school makes you one,” I said.
    “You know what, I never invite them to have sex with me. They beg me for that and I can’t see women sad.”
    “So mister saint can’t refuse sex,” I mocked at him.
    “ S eriously Martha don’t take me wrong but I am waiting for a special girl who is made for me and me alone.” He looked into my eyes. I watched him, his clean shaven face, and his beautiful eyes kissing mine gently.
    “Well, you are funny. If you are waiting for that one woman then why do you sleep with so many other women,” I said.
    “How else will I know if she’s the one?” He had a point there.
    “I never knew you were this interesting James,” I smiled at him and our eyes met again.
    There was silence again. I

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