<p>Jeremy woke up determined to skip his classes for the day. He wasn’t going to spend Valentine’s Day watching other couples dote on each other. Then he made the crucial mistake of mentioning the idea to his mother.</p><p>“So I was thinking I’d take the day off,” he said at the breakfast table.</p><p>“Excuse me?” his mother asked as she looked up from her cereal. “Take the day off? Are you kidding me?”</p><p>“No, I’m not kidding mom,” he said. “You have no idea how awful Valentine’s Day can be when you don’t have a girlfriend.”</p><p>“Really, Jeremy? I don’t know how awful Valentine’s Day can be? Me, the single mom who would love nothing more than a man in her life? I don’t know?”</p><p>There was actual anger in her voice and on her face and Jeremy realized he’d both made a mistake and been an insensitive idiot.</p><p>“That doesn’t really matter, though. The bottom line is that I’m not paying for your college so you can skip classes. Do you understand? Unless you’re dying, you’re going to class and getting an education, Jeremy,” she said.</p><p>“It’s community college, mom. Missing one class isn’t going to make a difference.”</p><p>His mom dropped her spoon into the bowl, pushed her chair back, and glowered at him. “It’s time for you to quit fucking around and act like a man, Jeremy. Have a little courage. Put yourself out there. Man up and go to class. Maybe if you have a little confidence you’ll find a girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. Remember, there are lots of lonely girls out there too and this might be the perfect day to find one.”</p><p>Jeremy hadn’t thought of it that way. “You’re right. I’m sorry, mom. I’ll go to class.” He stood up and cleared their dishes. “And thank you for paying for my college, by the way. I really appreciate it.”</p><p>She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re worth dating, Jeremy. Don’t forget that. There are lots of girls that would be lucky to be with you.”</p><p>Jeremy knew his mom was duty-bound to say that, but it still made him smile and gave him just a little bit of confidence. Maybe today was the day that he found a girlfriend.</p><p><br></p><p>Most students didn’t bother renting lockers from the school, but Jeremy hated carrying his books around, so his first stop every morning before class was at his locker.</p><p>It turned out to be fortuitous as a pink envelope slipped and landed at Jeremy’s feet when he opened his locker. He tossed his books inside, shut the door hard enough to make an impressively loud bang, and bent over to pick up the envelope.</p><p>He turned it over and saw, “Be My Valentine,” written on the front in curly, feminine lettering. Jeremy looked around for any clue as to who might have put the letter in his locker, but there no one was watching.</p><p>Jeremy slipped his finger under the loose edge of the enveloped and gently opened it. He pulled out a card with delicately drawn roses and a depiction of Cupid and his bow on the front.</p><p>His heart pounded as he opened it. It read:</p><p>Jeremy,</p><p>I know this is coming out of the blue, but I’ve had a crush on you all year. I know you’ve probably seen me with other guys, but I’ve been thinking about you. I just like having a boyfriend, you know? We’ve been sitting so close in economics class and we’ve talked a little, so I figured maybe you’d get the hint.</p><p>I guess you didn’t, though, so I’m just going to come out and say it. Will you be my Valentine, Jeremy? If the answer is yes, meet me in the parking lot after your last class so we can go on a special Valentine’s Day date.</p><p>Becky</p><p>Jeremy closed the card and held it against his chest for a moment as his pulse rate began to slow. He’d gone to high school with Becky, though they hadn’t known each other back then. She was the sort of bold, confident, goth-y girl that tended to have rumors started about her, mostly because she always seemed to project her sexuality out into the world.</p><p>Jeremy had heard here referred to as “BJ Becky” in high school, supposedly in reference to her affinity for giving blowjobs. He wasn’t sure if it was true – he suspected it wasn’t – but he couldn’t help but hope that it was true. He knew it wasn’t particularly romantic of him, but there was a small part of his brain that immediately flashed to the notion of getting a blowjob from Becky after their date.</p><p>There was no question he was meeting her in the parking lot after class. She was right that he’d had no idea she was into him, but that didn’t matter. He was often an idiot when it came to girls. He wasn’t going to pass up the chance to actually have a date on Valentine’s Day.</p><p><br></p><p>Becky was leaning against her Dodge Charger as Jeremy approached the parking lot. She looked good in a short, pleated skirt, a black sweater, and a pair of flat-bottomed leather boots. It wasn’t a traditional Valentine’s Day outfit, but Jeremy knew Becky was not a traditional girl, either.</p><p>As he approached, she smiled and started towards him. Jeremy wasn’t sure how to greet her – they weren’t really friends as they hadn’t talked more than a handful of times – but Becky took care of it for him by pulling Jeremy into a tight hug.</p><p>She pulled away just a little and for a second it felt like she was going to kiss him. Jeremy almost closed his eyes and tilted his head like he was preparing for it.</p><p>“Wow, I almost kissed you,” she said as a bright smile broke across her face. “I guess I’ve been thinking about you even more than I’ve been willing to admit.”</p><p>Jeremy savored the feel of her soft sweater against his fingers and the scent of her perfume – it seemed musky, as opposed to the typically floral, feminine stuff most girls wore – as they lingered close to each other for a few moments. He studied the sparkly little nose ring she wore and the asymmetrical piercings in her ears and the myriad rings she wore in them.</p><p>“Oh, well, I wouldn’t have been offended, I promise,” he said while trying his very best not to push his somewhat obvious erection into Becky. He hoped she hadn’t noticed that he’d gotten excited almost immediately.</p><p>Becky moved a little closer and again Jeremy thought she was going to kiss him. She did, but only on the cheek. Her lips felt impossibly soft though and he loved that she let them linger for a few moments before spinning around and heading around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat.</p><p>“Get in,” she said.</p><p>Jeremy got in and buckled up before Becky put the car in reverse and backed out of her spot at an alarming speed. She threw the car in drive and literally peeled out of the parking lot as Jeremy grasped the door handle.</p><p>“Sorry, I can be a little crazy behind the wheel,” she said. “There’s just something about this car. It makes me feel so powerful, you know? Like if I was a dude I’d whip out my dick and you’d be blowing me before we got out of the parking lot.”</p><p>That was the Becky that Jeremy had heard about in high school. It was also the Becky he happened to find immensely interesting.</p><p>He wanted to offer something, so Jeremy said, “Well, I suppose if I was a girl and you were a guy I’d probably do exactly that.”</p><p>Becky gunned it down the street and said, “You don’t have to be a girl to suck cock, Jeremy.”</p><p>He wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, so Jeremy offered nothing in response. Instead, he waited a few moments and asked, “So, where are we headed?”</p><p>“Well, I’m not usually a traditional girl when it comes to stuff like Valentine’s Day, but I feel like you’re a little bit of a traditional guy so I thought we’d have a picnic. I packed a basket and picked out a quiet, mostly hidden spot in the park where it can be just the two of us,” Becky explained as she pulled up to a red light. “How does that sound?”</p><p>“That sounds really good, actually,” Jeremy said. The whole thing felt surprising and a little overwhelming, though that might have been more due to the complete terror he felt due to Becky’s driving.</p><p>Despite her dangerous approach to operating her car, they arrived at the park without incident. Becky popped the trunk, pulled out a charming wooden picnic basket, and handed it to Jeremy.</p><p>She took his hand and leaned into him a little as they made their way down a paved path before stepping off it and heading down a significantly narrower dirt path that took them through rather thick bushes.</p><p>Becky led the way and Jeremy followed, taking as many opportunities as possible to admire her legs as the short skirt bounced with every step. He was deeply thankful for the unseasonably warm weather that allowed Becky to leave so much skin exposed without having to worry about being cold.</p><p>“Here we are,” she said as they emerged into a small but lovely clearing that seemed genuinely private. “There’s a blanket in the basket.”</p><p>Jeremy pulled out the blanket and they worked together to lay it on the grass before Becky took the basket from him and laid out its contents.</p><p>She pulled out bread, cheese, fruits, nuts, and even a bottle of wine along with plates, silverware, and glasses.</p><p>“Wow, you really went all out,” he said as they sat down.</p><p>“I did, Jeremy,” Becky replied with a smile. “It’s Valentine’s Day, right? I figured I’d go big to convince you to be my Valentine. How am I doing so far?”</p><p>“You’ve already convinced me,” he said.</p><p>Becky offered a genuine smile and brushed some of her short brown hair away from her face. A few moments passed and then she leaned closer and kissed him. It wasn’t a typical first kiss, though. They skipped right past the tentative, soft nature of one of those and went right to the kind of lust-fueled kiss that features a heavy amount of tongue and more than a little moaning.</p><p>“Wow,” Jeremy said when Becky finally pulled away. “You’re a really good kisser.”</p><p>“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied as her eyes darted between his legs.</p><p>Jeremy knew he was hard and there was probably no hiding it. He wasn’t going to look down to see if he had a noticeable bulge, but he suspected it was there.</p><p>“Wine?” Becky asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Jeremy said.</p><p>She opened the bottle with ease and poured them both a glass. They shared a toast and both took a long sip before Jeremy asked the question that had lingered in his mind since he first read her note.</p><p>“So have you really had a crush on me all year? And were you really putting out signs that I was missing?”</p><p>Becky smiled. “I have, though I suppose it’s possible I wasn’t putting out signs in a way that was noticeable. The truth is, I don’t really date nice guys and I guess I was just a little nervous that you might not be interested in me.”</p><p>“Am I a nice guy?” he asked.</p><p>“You are. You know you are. You’re not the kind of guy that only thinks of a girl as a sex object. You’re the kind of guy that actually thinks about what a girl wants instead of what he wants. I’d be willing to bet you’re a romantic guy, too, and I’ve gotten tired of dating the other kinds of guys, you know?” Becky explained.</p><p>Jeremy wondered if he really was all the things that Becky described, but he liked the notion of being a nice guy. “Yeah, I understand.”</p><p>“Of course, I’m a little different than most girls and certainly a lot different than the nice girls, so I’d understand if you weren’t interested in me,” she said.</p><p>“No, Becky, I am. I mean, you’re beautiful and fun and I really like the, well, unpredictability you seem to bring with you.”</p><p>She smiled and said, “Yeah? You like an unpredictable girl?”</p><p>“So far,” Jeremy said before they both broke into laughter.</p><p>From there they segued into relatively normal date conversation. They talked about how boring classes could be, about the kinds of things they did for fun, and about what they planned on doing after college.</p><p>They did plenty of kissing, too. Becky initiated it most of the time and Jeremy found it thrilling. They’d be talking about something innocuous and then her tongue would be in his mouth as he tried not to spill his wine or knock over the plate of cheese he’d been picking at.</p><p>It was after one of those impromptu make out sessions that Becky hit Jeremy with an entirely unexpected question.</p><p>“Do you eat pussy, Jeremy?”</p><p>“What?” he asked as his brain tried to catch up with what she’d asked.</p><p>“Do you give head? Are you comfortable getting between a girl’s legs and licking her pussy until she cums, because I’m sick of dating guys that are either not into it or only see it as a means of getting me wet so they can stick their dicks inside me. So, do you eat pussy?”</p><p>“Yes,” he answered. “I do. I’m not sure if I’m good at it, but I’m pretty sure the girls I’ve gone down on in the past have cum while I was doing it, so I’m confident enough.”</p><p>“Will you show me?” Becky asked.</p><p>“Right now?” he said.</p><p>Becky answered by spreading her legs, lying back on the blanket, and pulling her panties aside. “Yes, right now,” she said.</p><p>Jeremy’s heart pounded as he stared between her legs. It had been a while since he’d been with a girl and the sight of Becky’s pussy thrilled him.</p><p>“Yes, I’ll show you,” he said.</p><p>Jeremy moved between her legs and laid on his stomach. He crawled a little closer and stared for just a few moments before going to work.</p><p>“That’s it,” Becky said as Jeremy’s tongue worked her pussy. “That’s good. That’s really good, Jeremy.”</p><p>She was soaking wet and her juices tasted remarkably good as Jeremy pushed his tongue inside her and moved to her clit. He licked rhythmically and found his cock pulsing with pleasure as he made his beautiful Valentine moan.</p><p>“That’s good, Jeremy. Keep eating my pussy. Eat my pussy until you make me cum. Make me feel good.”</p><p>Jeremy felt an urge to pull out his cock and masturbate, but he squashed it. He didn’t want to disappoint Becky. He didn’t want to be one of the guys she’d described. He wanted to make her happy, so he put his desires aside for the moment and concentrated on pleasuring her pussy with his eager tongue.</p><p>“Hey, baby,” Becky said.</p><p>Jeremy looked up from her pussy and saw Becky looking behind him.</p><p>“How’s it going?” she asked.</p><p>She definitely wasn’t talking to him.</p><p>“Good, though it seems like you’re having a better Valentine’s Day than me so far,” a male voice said from behind Jeremy.</p><p>Panic flooded Jeremy’s body and he forgot all about his task and moved to back away from Becky’s pussy to discover who had interrupted their date.</p><p>Becky had other plans, though. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Jeremy’s hair and roughly pulled him back between her legs. He cried out in pain and let her guide him where she wanted him to be.</p><p>“Don’t you dare stop, Jeremy,” she said. “You told me you ate pussy. You told me you were the kind of man that made sure his girl was happy, so you’re going to finish what you started.”</p><p>Jeremy’s lips rested against her pussy, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to keep licking her.</p><p>“Do what she says, Jeremy,” said the male voice.</p><p>A moment later a man appeared in front of Jeremy. He looked down at Becky and smiled before laying next to her. They kissed as she maintained her grip on Jeremy’s hair.</p><p>“Jeremy, this is my boyfriend Ben,” Becky said. “Ben and Becky. Isn’t that cute? I invited him to join us on our little picnic since I intend on getting fucked by a real man before Valentine’s Day is over.”</p><p>Jeremy felt a deep, overwhelming sense of confusion.</p><p>“What the fuck is going on?” he said, though his words were a little muffled by the pussy pressing against his lips.</p><p>Becky smiled, relaxed her grip on his hair a little, and sat up.</p><p>“I suppose you deserve an explanation,” she said. “What’s going on is that I decided I wanted to have a little fun with you today. I decided I wanted to see if I could turn a guy into my little bitch for the day. I decided to see if you were enough of a desperate loser to believe that I’d actually be interested in you.”</p><p>Jeremy felt like his world was crashing down around him as he looked up at Becky and her boyfriend.</p><p>“It turns out you were enough of a loser. It turns out it was easier to seduce you than I thought, and I think we both know that you’re going to do whatever the fuck I want from here on out because you want to see where this is going to end, don’t you?” Becky asked.</p><p>Jeremy was relatively certain Becky wasn’t going to force him to do anything. It didn’t seem like that kind of situation. It seemed like she wanted him to choose to stay.</p><p>“So, Jeremy, are you going to do whatever I tell you? Are you going to be a good little loser boy for me on Valentine’s Day?” Becky asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Jeremy said.</p><p>“That’s what I thought,” Becky said. “Now get back to work.”</p><p>Jeremy extended his tongue and licked Becky’s pussy like she desired. He looked up and watched her kiss her boyfriend. He watched the other man slide his hand up Becky’s sweater to play with her tits. He listened to her moan.</p><p>Through it all his cock throbbed in his pants. He’d followed his lust and now he was eager to see where it took him.</p>