That year Jeff had the most wonderful summer he would ever have. Allison responded right away when he texted her that night, sneaking into his bedroom window through a conveniently placed tree branch. They experimented with every kind of sex act Jeff could think of, keeping quiet so as not to wake up Jeff’s parents or siblings. He loved eating her ass even more this time than he did in the morning, and she was into it too.
From there they were inseparable. Trips to the beach, riding the Ferris wheel at the county fair, hanging out with friends, late-night movies, and plenty of eating ass. It was just a wonderful time for Jeff. He had to admit that part of him had a certain amount of pride that he was actually in a relationship with Allison DiCarlo, but it was also true that actually dating her was better than he ever expected. Sure, he had a better social status with people in school now, but that wasn’t important. He was into her, and she was really into him, and everything he wanted to do. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
It didn’t last. In August society had another reshuffling of roles, and Jeff discovered for the first time that it didn’t just rearrange which women got which jobs. It also applied to college admissions, and since Allison graduated in June, she was going to be leaving soon. Jeff knew this would happen, but he also knew that he and Allison had a bond that would survive a long-distance relationship. Unfortunately, Allison felt otherwise. It turned out that she didn’t seem to feel anything for Jeff at all. Once she got her acceptance letter to Harvard, thanks in large part to all the extra credit she got from how much Jeff was eating her ass, she just dropped him like a rock. She was nice enough to dump him in person, but the conversation, if you could call it that, was one-sided and about 90 seconds long. She had achieved her dreams, and she didn’t need Jeff anymore.
Before he knew it, Jeff was sitting there by himself in a coffee shop. He felt like such an idiot.