The Hit Book

Missy Hodge vs Jaime Ford

The only reason we started keeping the Hit Book was that the boys had one they'd been keeping about us girls for years. Coach Mason knew it, but he never did anything about it because he secretly loves it. He lives vicariously through the male student body because he's too old to do it himself.

Chelsea Raymond, who found out from Zach Thompson, told me that he saw Adam Lopez with the book in science class. Somewhere between page nineteen and thirty-seven is a picture of my face and a rating of 9/10. There are comments written about me too but Chelsea said that Zach said the writing was too small to read over Adam's shoulders. That's when the girls and I decided to keep a book of our own about the boys.

The group consists of Chelsea Raymond, Alexandria Liu, Pam Parsons, Nicolet Freeman, Judy Reiser and me, Missy Hodge. Since it was my idea to make the book, I had to put in the first entry.

Page One: Jaime Ford, no relation to Henry Ford. He asked me to the Homecoming dance and I said yes, because he's the varsity quarterback, and because I had just dumped Allen White for cheating on me with Radha Stevens.

The dance was whatever, typical high school stuff, but the fun really started at Judy Reiser's after-party. Her parents were out of town for the weekend and she had the entire house to herself. She lived on the outskirts of town with no nearby neighbors to speak of so we made as much noise as we wanted. Jaime kept bringing me drinks to "relax" me, but I'd just dump the alcohol and fill my cup with water when he wasn't looking. He's terrible at mixing drinks anyway.

We made our way upstairs to find a bedroom that wasn't occupied and I pretended to be drunker than I actually was just so Jaime could feel more confident. Boys really are fragile like that and I feel sorry for the girls they end up with.

We settled for Judy Reiser's upstairs bathroom because all the bedroom doors were locked tight — I assume with other teen couples trying to get lucky. Jaime couldn't stop kissing me even though he wasn't particularly good at it so I wrote, "TERRIBLE KISSER" underneath his photo in the Hit Book. Jaime never swallows his spit and I sure as hell wasn't going to, so whenever he went for my mouth I'd slightly turn my head so he'd kiss my cheek. His overly wet mouth smeared my rouge right off.

I asked Jaime if he'd ever eaten pussy before. He made a sideways grin and cocked his head to one side. He probably thought he was being cute but he looked like a big droopy dog.

"Of course I have." He slurred.

I slid my panties down around my ankles then kicked them off. I spread a hand towel on the counter then hopped up and sat right on it.

Side note, never dry your hands on anybody's decorative hand towels when you visit somebody. Wipe your hands on your jeans — you're better off — trust me.

Judy Reiser's upstairs bathroom is huge. It even has a vanity with one of those cute little stools. I told Jaime to get the stool and have a seat. He did it. I threw my legs over his shoulders and scooted close to his mouth.

"Your legs are really soft." He said.

"I shaved."

When I say I shaved, I mean everything. I pulled my dress up and exposed my womanhood to Jaime's drooling mouth. He didn't waste any time smashing his whole face into it. Finally, his wet mouth proved to be useful. He tickled my lady button with his tongue and made me giggle.

Later I wrote, "REALLY GREAT AT EATING OUT," and Chelsea Raymond wrote, "ASK HIM FOR AN AUSTRALIAN KISS." Alexandria Liu wrote, "HE BITES TOO HARD," to which Judy Reiser made a footnote saying, "HE BITES THE EXACT AMOUNT YOU NEED TO GET OFF."

Nicolet Freeman sat this one out because Jaime Ford is her first cousin on her mom's side. She also made it a point to always open the Hit Book to page two so she wouldn't have to read anything we wrote about him.

I was about to cum real hard and Jaime knew it. He slid his hands up my dress and cupped both my ass cheeks and sort of locked me in position. I screamed and gyrated all over his face. He didn't mind one bit. When I was done, he pulled away with a loud wet smack. My pussy was soaked and I couldn't tell whose liquids were whose.

"Are you gonna let me fuck?" Jaime asked. He stood up, kicked the stool back and grabbed his bulge.

"Do you have a condom?"

I saw just enough doubt in his eyes to know the answer. Luckily I keep a stash of my own. You can never depend on boys to think about these things. I reach into my bra and pull out a Magnum. Good thing too because Jaime has a nice stiff piece of meat on him. I tore the package and sheathed him up real nice.

He plunged into me deeply. Despite the size of his dick, I couldn't feel much except a sharp pain when he hit the back wall of my vagina. I wrote, "THRUSTS TOO HARD," but Alexandria Liu said she liked that. She wrote, "FUCKS LIKE A CONVICT," with a little happy face. I asked Alexandria how she knows what a convict fucks like and she told me to imagine a guy hyped up on viagra and porn.

A few awkward thrusts later, he came. He shuddered and jerked like he was having a seizure. Chelsea Raymond wrote, "DON'T LET HIM DO MISSIONARY," and Judy Reiser wrote, "I HAD TO FINISH ON MY OWN," to which I added, "HE CAME FASTER THAN A BUGATTI."

"Oh my God, that was so fuckin' good." Jaime slurred.

"Thanks."

I'm never fucking Jaime Ford again.