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MidReal Story
Obsession Unveiled
Scenario:Christopher Reynolds, the handsome and talented football player at Eastern University, tries to avoid the persistent attention of Lily, a girl who is infatuated with him, by devising plans to distract her and seeking refuge at a teammate's house.
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Alex Johnson
Lily Thompson
Christopher Reynolds
It’s not easy being this good looking.
I can’t walk across campus without girls stopping and turning to look at me.
But the funny thing is, I don’t even notice them.
I know I’m hot, but I don’t let it go to my head.
I’m the same guy I was when I was an awkward pre-teen, when nobody gave me a second look.
I’m humble, hardworking and determined.
That’s why I’m so fucking good at football.
I’m the star quarterback for Eastern University and if all goes the way I plan, I’ll be in the NFL within a year.
If you were to ask me what my type is in a girl, I couldn’t even tell you.
I don’t have one because I’m not looking for a relationship.
I don’t need the stress of dealing with a girl on top of football and school.
So I don’t even bother with the women on campus throwing themselves at me.
I’ve never had to work very hard to get a girl’s attention, which is probably why I have no patience for girls who play games.
My roommate Alex is different.
We met freshman year when we were randomly assigned to room together.
He plays tight end and football was what brought us together.
We have similar backgrounds, both coming from tough neighborhoods where sports were our way out of poverty.
We have similar goals too—make it in the NFL and buy our mothers houses.
But Alex likes girls a lot more than me, and because of that, he gets laid on a regular basis.
Girls are always in our dorm room waiting for him.
Our room smells like sex and cheap perfume more often than not, but I don’t mind because Alex is my best friend and we get along great.
But there’s one girl who bothers me—the one who won’t leave me alone no matter how many times I tell her to fuck off.
Her name is Lily Thompson and she goes to school here at Eastern University too.
She went to my high school back in Philly and if you ask me, she was always kind of a weirdo.
She’s socially awkward, has frizzy, unkempt hair, green eyes that are just a little too big, and the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.
She’s pretty in her own way, but she doesn’t seem to realize it.
She also seems to have a drinking problem because every time she corners me in the gym or shows up at our parties, she’s drunk out of her mind.
Her clothes are usually half off too, which is gross.
It’s like she thinks being a sloppy drunk is sexually appealing or something.
I don’t know what it is about me that she finds so attractive that she keeps coming onto me the way she does.
You’d think she’d get the hint after a while that I’m not interested.
But she’s persistent, that’s for sure.
And annoying as fuck.
Every time I see her coming towards me, my blood pressure goes up because it’s like she has a sixth sense telling her when I least want to be bothered.
It happens all the time.
I’ll be training hard in the gym, or in the middle of a conversation with a girl, or trying to enjoy a beer with Alex after practice, or taking a piss in the bathroom.
And there she is, trying to make small talk with me, or telling me how hot I am, or trying to get me to go upstairs and fuck her.
I’ve made it very clear that I don’t fuck drunk girls and I don’t fuck girls who are as desperate as she is.
I’m not interested, but Lily doesn’t seem to know the meaning of the word no.
I have a very strict no-means-no policy and I don’t care how drunk or how horny a girl is, if she says no, then that means no.
Lily also doesn’t care that I have a girlfriend who’s away at college in Virginia and that I love her very much.
Not that I’d be interested in Lily even if I didn’t have a girlfriend because I wouldn’t be.
She shows up at our parties uninvited and unwelcome, usually drunk, accompanied by her roommate and best friend, Miranda Spencer, who’s equally desperate for male attention.
The two of them are like two stray cats looking for a home, and they’re willing to do just about anything to get a guy to take them home with him.
They drink all the booze and eat all the food too, without offering to chip in or even say thank you.
My teammates and I put up with them because we’re nice guys, but personally, I can’t stand either one of them because they’re both obnoxious sluts who are always trying to throw themselves at Alex and me when they’re drunk.
Lily does this thing where she pretends to be drunker than she really is, hoping we’ll take her upstairs and fuck her if we think she’s wasted enough not to remember what happened the next day.
I’ve never taken her up on her offer because it’s gross, unprofessional and disrespectful to my girlfriend, who knows all about Lily and Miranda and hates them just as much as I do.
This one evening, Alex and I are at a party with some of our teammates getting drunk after a long week of practices and classes when I see her coming towards me from across the room.
I try to ignore her and continue with my conversation with Alex, but it’s hard when she’s standing inches away from me.
I can smell the beer on her breath and see the smudged lipstick on her big, fat lips.
She’s wearing some kind of cut-off top that shows off her humongous boobs and a denim skirt that barely covers her ass.
Her long brown hair is frizzy and wild as usual like she hasn’t brushed it in days.
She looks like she just crawled out of bed even though it’s almost eleven o’clock at night.
“Hey Christopher,” she slurs as she leans in close to me, trying to make eye contact.
She reaches up to touch my face.
“She’s not here tonight,” I answer coldly.
I’m not in the mood for games.
I just want her to go away.
Not that I know why she’s here in the first place, since nobody invited her.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
she asks hopefully, puckering up her mouth in a sad attempt at being sexy.
“I’m not thirsty,” I tell her, giving her my best “fuck off” smile.
“Oh come on,” she purrs like a little kitten.
Her hand is on my arm now, traveling up and down my bicep in a way that makes me want to puke.
“Don’t you wanna dance with me?”
I know that if I keep ignoring her, she’ll just get more annoying, so I figure I might as well get it over with now and get it out of the way so I don’t have to deal with her later when I’m drunk and less patient.
I grab her by the waist and pull her close against me so that there’s barely any space between us, then start moving my body with hers in time with the music while I sip on my beer.
She grins up at me and wraps her arms around my neck and starts grinding herself against me for all she’s worth.
I try my best not to look down at her tits because they’re practically falling out of her shirt and I don’t want her to think I’m interested, but it’s hard not to notice that she’s got some serious cleavage going on.
She’s not a bad looking girl, but she’s not really my type either.
And it’s not just because she’s an annoying, drunken slut, either.
I like girls who are cute and pretty in a natural sort of way, like who don’t have to wear a lot of makeup and who don’t have to dress like hookers all the time in order to get guys’ attention.
Lily’s not like that.
She’s the kind of girl who has to put a lot of effort into looking hot because she’s really not that hot at all underneath all the makeup and the fake tan and the extensions and the push-up bras and the slutty clothes.
She’s also not very smart or interesting and she’s kind of full of herself and conceited, too, which are some other things I don’t like in a woman.
After a few minutes, she starts getting into it, moaning and groaning like she’s about to have an orgasm right then and there on the dance floor.
Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back as if she’s really into it and enjoying it.
Meanwhile, I can see that she’s about one more beer away from passing out or throwing up, and I’m just doing this for show so she’ll leave me alone for a while.
Then suddenly, she stops moving and opens her eyes and looks up at me with a glassy expression on her face.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
she asks, pouting her lips again.
“Because you’re drunk,” I tell her honestly.
“And because you’re not my type.”
“But youwantme,” she insists, slurring her words together now.
“I know you do.I can tell.”
I shake my head no.
“Not gonna happen.”
