Cassie and I have known each other since we were kids. I still remember the first time we met each other. I was being pummeled by the neighborhood bullies when suddenly I saw a brown flash. When I finally found my glasses off the floor I saw the bullies running away and Cassie looking at me. From then on we were inseparable. Cassie, though, had a very domineering personality. She would tell me what to do and I was okay with it. First off, the bullies were way too scared to mess with me when I was around her. Secondly, I don't like to make decisions and she was usually right anyways.
Even though Cassie is Latina and I'm Sri Lankan my mom took to Cassie instantly. I think my mom saw a lot of herself in Cassie. I never really had to make a decision in life because my mom or Cassie would make it for me. They became my life strategists.
While I went through life not really caring about anything, Cassie knew what she wanted from the beginning. A year after we met, at the tender age of six, she declared that we were going to get married in the future. Now I might not care about much but I knew enough that I didn't want to get married in the future. Cassie, though, had planned everything in advance and she knew my secret, candy.
"If you say that you'll marry me, I'll give you a Butterfinger."
"Butterfinger? Ok then." I stupidly replied.
Thus, at the age of six I was betrothed to marry.
Cassie and I did everything together. We walked to school together, hung out at recess and lunch and hung out after class. I don't think I spent any of my time awake away from her. Although, it was more that Cassie told me what to do and I did it. It wasn't all bad though. Cassie was the more social, interacting type. While I was quiet and just kept to myself. So I got a whole bunch of friends just through association. Although, it was more like they put up with me so that they could hang with Cassie because they knew we came in a package.
When we turned fourteen though things started to change. Cassie went through puberty first and damn god spent a lot of time on her. She developed a slamming body with a face and boobs that could put Victoria's Secret to shame. Add her hint of a Latin accent and she was every guy's dream. Whenever, we went out all the guys around us looked at her. I even saw some of the male and female teachers check her out!
I on the other hand must have been what god had to make in a rush. I was a scrawny kid with asthma, acne and braces. I bet a teenage Bill Gates didn't even look as geeky as me. Cassie, never left me alone though. Even when she became a cheerleader and I a mathlete she never left my side. One day we were walking to class, her in her cheerleading outfit for our high school pride day, when I heard a voice.
"Ayy, chica! Why are you with that loser? Come over here and I'll show a real good time. I'm a real man and I'll make sure that you'll be screaming my name tonight."
I looked over and saw Chet Anderson, star running back. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me to defend Cassie.
Cassie was having none of that though.
"Oh, so you think you're man enough for me?"
"Girl, I know that I'm man enough for you. And I ain't no wimp like that stick you got there."
"Yeah I heard about how man you are. Your ex-girlfriend told me all about that stub you call a penis. No wonder you're always angry. With a dick that small there's no way anyone can jack that thing off."
"What'd you say to me bitch?" he exclaimed.
"You heard me puto. Maybe you need some help, your dick is T-I-N-Y!" she replied.
"Bitch take that back before I beat you silly!"
"Come at me bro! I'm right here. You think I'm afraid of you?"
At this point, I think he knew that there was no way he was going to win this argument. If he did beat her up he'd be a woman abuser. If he got beat up by her though he'd be the laughingstock of the school. The star running back who got beat up by the freshman cheerleader. So he turned his attention to me.
"Not even going to try defending your girl? What a pussy." He said.
"Don't you dare call him a pussy! You're just mad because you're jealous of him." Cassie angrily said.
"Jealous of him? What would I be jealous of? He has so much acne he looks like a pepperoni pizza." He scoffed.
"You're jealous of him because you know he's going to make something of yourself, while you'd be lucky to be mopping up floors when you're 30. He's going to be a doctor and you're gonna be that creepy old guy who talks about his high school days. And while we're wearing out the springs in our bed, you'll be sleeping behind a dumpster." She yelled.
Once she said that everybody went silent and just looked at me while I had the biggest boner I ever had. I saw a lot of looks of jealousy. From then on no one hit on Cassie. Everybody knew she was taken and that wasn't going to change. Once we were walking home though, I asked her if what she said was all true.
She just looked at me and said.
"Of course, silly."
"So umm..., you know, when do you think we're going to have sex?" I said my face getting redder with every word.
Suddenly, she got close to me seductively and whispered in my ear.
"You want to have sex right now?"
"Y..Y...Yeah" I managed to stammer.
"Not yet tiger, when I have sex I don't want to have any birth control around. No pills, no condoms, no anything. Just me and you. But we can't risk having a kid right now, we're too young. Don't ya think?"
"Yeah, of course." I said just to please her. Honestly, at that point I didn't care what would happen after sex.
"Don't worry tiger, when we do have sex I'll make sure that all this waiting will be worth it."
I couldn't fucking wait.
High school went on and we ended up getting good grades, although mine were slightly better. We ended up going to university together, me on scholarship. Because of school policy though the dorms were unisex. Which means for the first time in my life, I was going to live apart from my mom or Cassie. Having freedom was weird. Without having a girl tell me what to do I was kinda lost for the first couple of weeks. I mean Cassie still did come over a lot and hang out but since I was a bio major and Cassie was a sociology major we had separate classes.
With college, came a fresh start, and I was determined not to mess it up. Luckily, my acne had gone away and I got my braces taken off a week before. My body filled out too so I was better looking, a little above average. Suddenly, a lot of girls were coming up to talk to me during class. This never happened before because in my hometown, girls knew that they'd have to go through Cassie to get to me, not that they were interested anyways. This one pretty blonde girl, named Jen, started sitting next to me in Chem class. We started talking and she seemed really cool.
"Hey you doing anything on tonight?" Jen asked one day in class.
"Probably studying for the midterm tomorrow, what's up?" I replied.
"My sorority is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come."
"Eh, sounds fun. I'll think about it."
"Ok, let me know."
When I got home that day, Cassie was waiting for me in my room.
"Hey sexy. How was class?" she asked.
"It was alright. I got invited to a party."
"Oh cool, when?"
"Tonight." I said.
