Chubby Chaser (2 page)

Kanye West’s “Stronger” greeted Jason as he parked in the large circular driveway in front of Eric’s house. He checked the clock on his dashboard: it was ten thirty. He stepped out of his car, and he noticed there were a dozen other cars parked in front of him. Good. The place should be jumping with that many people.

The smell of pot and cigarettes filled Jason’s nostrils as he made his way through the packed living room to get to the kitchen. Weed and cigarettes had never interested him: They stank, and they ruined your teeth and your lungs. What was the appeal? He was fine with just beer. He grabbed a can of Miller from the fridge.

He went back into the living room and saw two guys wrestling on the front lawn through one of the windows. It didn’t look like a real fight, just two drunk douchebags acting stupid. In the living room itself, nothing all that interesting was transpiring—just people talking and couples grinding to the music.

He was about to check out what was happening in the den when he saw Emily Bulstride on the other side of the room, talking to some other girl. Emily was by far the hottest girl in school, with her long legs, dirty-blond hair, baby-blue eyes, big tits, and big (in a good way) ass. Fucking her would be the cherry on top of winning the bet he had going with Eric and Andy. He had wanted to fuck her last year and had gotten the impression that she was into him, too, but she had been dating Brandon Sykes back then, a senior and a guy Jason liked and respected, so she had been off limits. But she was available now. Jason started to go over to her, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“I’ve been striking out all night, bro. Can you believe that shit?” Eric finished the last sip of beer in his cup. “You fuck any girls yet?”

“I just got here.”

“Lucky you. I had to deal with nothing but freshmen for like twenty minutes. They were the first ones here.”

“Of course they were the first ones here. They’re always the first to arrive to a party. Them and losers.”

“A lot of them are already shit-faced. I got our group down in the basement for later on tonight.” Each year the varsity football team always did some kind of initiation for the freshmen players, and the new varsity team always tried to outdo the preceding one. The year Jason had been a freshman, he had to run naked across the football field with a cookie clenched between his butt cheeks. If he had dropped the cookie, he would’ve had to eat it. This year the freshmen would not be getting off so easily.

“Where’s Andy?”

“Andy said he won’t be able to make it until about midnight. He has to work until closing.”

“Ugh, don’t mention work to me. My dad’s been up my ass about getting a job, says I need to learn about working and responsibility. I’m one of the most sought-after quarterbacks in the country. My future is pretty much—”

“Hey, Lisa! Wait up!” Eric, having found his next prey, sauntered off.

“—set.” Jason finished his sentence, feeling unheard. He looked back to where Emily had been standing, but she was nowhere in sight. Damn. So not only had Eric not listened to him, but he had cockblocked him from getting with the hottest girl at the party. Some best friend he was. Or maybe Eric distracting him had been a clever ploy to keep Jason from winning the bet.
Nah
,
Eric wasn
’
t that smart
, Jason told himself.

Jason searched all over the house for Emily, from the den, where he took the time to participate in and win a raucous game of beer pong, to all the upstairs bedrooms, where he caught the belated Andy getting a blow job from some girl. It wasn’t until he desperately needed to take a leak that he found her. She was in one of the upstairs bathrooms, holding back a
girl’s hair as the girl regurgitated into the toilet.

“We’ll be done in a sec,” Emily assured him, smiling.

Jason returned her smile. “That’s okay. Take your time.” He backed out of the bathroom slowly, maintaining his cool visage, then he hauled ass down to the other end of the hall once he was out of Emily’s view, hoping that the other upstairs bathroom was free, and thank God, it was. He undid his fly and let out a soft moan from the pleasurable sensation of emptying his distended bladder. He washed his hands and hurried back to the other bathroom to continue his seduction of Emily, but she was nowhere around. Again.
Damn
!
I should
’
ve asked her to wait for me
. Frustrated, he pounded the wall with his fist.

“Jason?”

He turned around and saw Emily standing in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. Jason hoped that Emily wasn’t in the bedroom with another guy, and if she was, he hoped it wasn’t Eric. “Emily? Are you—what are you doing in there?”

“My friend Kim, she’s not feeling well, she had a little too much to drink, so I had her lie down until she feels better. But I’m happy you came back. I was hoping we could catch up. I feel like we hardly talked this summer.”

“You wanna go sit somewhere and talk?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

Jason took her by the hand and led her to a dark, empty bedroom. A flick of the light switch revealed a bed with black sheets and covers. Jason smiled. Perfect. They took a seat on the bed.

“So, friend, what’s new?” Emily asked
coquettishly
.

“Just preparing for the football season. Been thinking about which college I wanna go to. You?”

“Well, I just got back from cheerleading camp. It was really cool. And I broke up with Brandon, don’t know if you heard. He didn’t really wanna do the long-distance-relationship thing.” She shrugged and gave a dejected smile.

Jason knew this was the perfect moment to pounce. “His loss.” He smiled at her. “A lot of guys would give their right arm just to have a chance at a long-distance relationship with you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, because I’m one of them.”

“Really?” Her eyes twinkled. “I never knew . . . you never said—”

“Well, you were Brandon’s girl, and Brandon was my boy, so . . .” He licked his lips, drawing Emily’s attention to them, as planned.

She slid closer to Jason. “Well, I’m not with Brandon anymore, and if I had known how you felt . . .”

Jason leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were soft, like downy pillows, and they tasted like raspberries. He put his hand on her leg, stroking it gently, before moving it up her skirt to touch between her legs. She was a wearing a thong! Score! He moved it aside and began working his way inside her, at first with just one finger, then two, and then three, her legs squeezing together, tighter and tighter, as he fingered her.

The constriction his boxers and jeans put on his erection proved to be too irritating, so he stopped pleasuring Emily to remove them, and she followed suit. Jason finished undressing first, so he decided to take the opportunity to place his phone on the dresser while Emily finished taking off her clothes. He angled it toward the bed and then turned on the camera.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Jason thought quickly. “Well, I was gonna put on some music to help put us in the mood,” he said, turning to face her. A sweet, lustful smile planted itself on his face as he took in her naked body, “But seeing the way you look is more than enough for me.”

Emily blushed from the compliment. It wasn’t a lie. Emily sans clothes was enough to make Jason come, right then and there: she was curvy in all the right places and fit and trim everywhere else.

He crossed over to her and threw her onto the bed. She gasped and gave Jason a smile that let him know she liked that move. He climbed on top of her, kissing her lips and flicking her tongue with his. Jason inserted a hand between Emily’s legs to continue the work he had started, and after a minute of stroking, she was moist and ready to go. He slid his penis inside her and began thrusting. A moan escaped from Emily’s lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around Jason, pulling him closer to her. The sound of Emily panting heavily in his ear and the sensation of her digging her fingernails into his back drove him wild. He began thrusting harder and faster. A tingling sensation in his penis came soon after, and he exploded inside of Emily. He rolled off her and collapsed on the other side of the bed, spent. Alarm climbed the walls of his belly as he felt Emily reach over and hold his hand—he was so not in the mood to cuddle.

“I’m really happy we did this.” She was looking at him and smiling.

“Me too,” Jason said, insincerely returning her smile. He had a bad feeling about where this was going, and he hoped that he was wrong.

“I better go see how Kim’s doing.” Emily climbed out of bed and got dressed. “I’m not seeing anyone right now, and I know you’re not seeing anyone right now, so . . . give me a call sometime, okay?” She lingered in the doorway, looking at him, her face as delicate and vulnerable as a porcelain doll.

“I will,” he lied.

“Okay.” Emily, seeming more self-possessed, smiled at him again and left.

It was as Jason had feared. Emily wanted to date. Emily was a nice girl, and she was hot, but he didn’t want a girlfriend. Emily seemed like the clingy type, and he had gotten enough of that with his first and only real girlfriend, Kat. Every time he turned around, Kat was starting fights with him and accusing him of cheating when he hadn’t, and then she’d break up with him and then want to immediately get back together the next day. It just got to be too much. That’s why he had broken up with her for good last year (he had done it before Christmas, so he wouldn’t have to buy her a present). Now that he had gotten a chance to experience what it was like to fuck whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, there was no way he was ever going back to a monogamous relationship (well, maybe after he graduated from college. No, after he retired from the NFL; he didn’t want to miss out on all the groupies). Emily would be good to have on his arm for homecoming though.

He rose from the bed and picked up his phone. He did a cursory scroll through the footage of his tryst with Emily: it could use a little more kink, but it was good stuff. He couldn’t wait to show it to the guys tomorrow during breakfast; they were going to be so fucking jealous! Winning the bet, with Emily Bulstride as his trump card, allowed Jason to fall asleep easily.

The pleasant smell of pancakes and eggs stirred Jason. He put his boxers on, grabbed his phone from the dresser, and bounced down the stairs to the large eat-in kitchen. Eric and Andy were already seated at the table, eating.

“Hey, loser, we were wondering when you were gonna show up. You missed a good time last night.” Eric shoved a strip of bacon into his mouth.

“That’s okay, because I was having a good time of my own.” Jason took a seat and proudly placed his phone on the table.

“No fucking way! Not you too! I can’t believe both of you douchebags got laid last night, and I didn’t. And it was my fucking party! If I had known this shit was gonna happen, I wouldn’t have thrown it. So who’s the unlucky girl?”

Jason pointed at his phone. “Read it and weep. Or watch it and weep. Whatever! Just watch the last video I recorded.”

Eric unlocked Jason’s phone and hit the camera app. He selected the video recorded last night. Jason watched as Andy and Eric leaned in to watch the video, smug satisfaction written all over his face.

“Holy shit!” yelled Eric.

“Oh snap!” cried Andy.

Their reactions made Jason grin from ear to ear. This was even better than the sex. Well, almost.

“You and Emily? You and Emily?” Eric repeated, Jason’s booty having stupefied him. “Man, I can’t even be mad. You won the bet, fair and square, and you did it with Emily Bulstride. I tip my hat to you, J.” He and Jason dapped.

“Yeah, good job, bro.” Andy also congratulated him with a dap.

“So what was she like?” Eric wondered. His eyes were still on the video. “Is she good? She looks like she was good.”

“Man, she was so, so, so, so,
so
, so good,” Jason said, going into raconteur mode. “She let me manhandle her, she let me come in her—man, she didn’t even ask me to put on a condom.”

“Ha! Slut!” Eric laughed and shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Her pussy has no hair on it,” Andy grizzled.

Jason just looked at him: what a fucking weirdo.

“Sascrotch fucker!” Eric yelled.

“Fuck you, Eric,” Andy retorted.

“Dude, look at her tits. Could they be anymore perfect?” Eric was practically drooling. “Can you make me a copy of this, J?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“As soon as you guys pay me my money.”

“Done. I just need to stop by the bank,” Eric said.

“Yeah, me too.”

“So what did you guys do last night while I was busy getting busy?”

“Freshmen initiation,” Eric told him. “We got all the freshmen so drunk they couldn’t even stand, then we tied them up, and pissed and jizzed all over ’em. You should’ve been there, J. That shit was wicked. It was my most epic idea ever.”

“So the only action you got last night was with dudes?” Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Fag.”

“Fuck you, man.”

“I’m sure you’d like to. Or do you only like freshmen? Is that like a prison thing, where you like the smaller, younger guys because they remind you of a girl?”