A Boy Named Brendon

****More JJ***

A smile comes across my face when I think about what happened my first day of high school. Some upper classman thought he'd give me a friendly "hello" by grabbing my ass when he passed me in the hallway. Of course I threw him a friendly "hello" back with a knee to the groin. I thought it was pretty impressive that I was the first kid suspended in the new academic year, my parents thought otherwise.

My dad had to take off of work that day to come pick me up from school. The majority of the car ride home was spent in silence. I was smirking to myself about the clear message I had established that first day Don't Fuck With JJ!. At the last red light before we reached our house my dad cleared his throat in a very matter a fact way before announcing, "This was not a smart choice JJ."

I nodded thoughtfully then replied, "Okay, so in the future I should let guys grab my body parts when they feel like it? You know girls get a certain reputation when they do that."

"Don't be a smart ass. You could have just as easily marched down to the Principal's office to report that boy."

"Tattle tale? Listen dad I didn't do it when I was a kid and I'm sure as hell not going to do it now. I can handle myself."

"That's a matter of opinion."

"Yeah and your opinion happens to be wrong."

"Okay I'll make a deal with you. Get suspended as often as you'd like, but when you do you'll have to spend the time off from school with your mom at the flower shop." Now my dad was the one that was smirking. It's true I wasn't crazy about school, but being forced to spend time with a woman that was trying to shove girliness down my throat was plain torture.

"Is this my free pass then?"


Two days later I returned from my suspension. Most of my peers regardless of their gender were avoiding me. My clear message had been amplified to Crazy Dyke Bitch. I guess when a male ego has been damaged he feels he must lash out in any way he can. So obviously because I didn't want him I must be a lesbian. Although I was still a virgin at this point I was well aware of my preference towards cock. Whatever.

You can imagine my surprise when someone sought me out during lunch. This awkward, tall, and skinny boy introduced himself as Brandon. When he offered me a handshake I ignored him and continued eating my lunch. Maybe he thought my act of violence was a declaration that I was the girl looking for ever lasting love before I would let a guy cop a feel. Either way I didn't get why this kid was bothering me.

He sat down next to me, "Here's the thing. That guy you decked, he was my big brother Bobby."

"And?"

"At the fear of getting decked myself I wanted to give you a high five, pat on the back, hug even. Bobby is a giant asshole with this whole entitlement complex. He thinks because he's a varsity athlete he can grab any girl or beat up any guy."

This guy was kind of sad and pathetic. There was a part of me that was feeling sorry for him. Imagine being the kid brother of "God's Gift to High School". From the looks of him he was probably the brains of the two. Being openly smart in high school was like volunteering for daily wedgies. Listen I don't make the rules.

What I didn't know that day was that Brendon would turn out to be my closest friend. I refuse to use the phrase Best Friend or it's equally annoying acronym BFF, I'm not some pre-pubescent freak. Brendon and I will never get matching charm necklaces where if you put his half and my half together they fit like two puzzle pieces. I will admit we did compliment each other quite well though. He helped me with my studies and I helped make sure he didn't get his ass kicked.

The main thing we had in common was our complete hate of school. Brendon actually liked the classes, it was all the social drama that got in the way he despised. I didn't like anything high school had to offer but it beat the alternative to spending time with my mom at her floral shop. Flowers do NOT smell nice, they just plain smell. Anyways you would never find Brendon and I hanging out at any school sporting event, school play, anything extracurricular to prove our level of school spirit. Clock in, clock out, go home. Afternoons were spent at his house getting high from his brother's secret pot stash. I am sure Big brother Bobby knew we were stealing his shit, but I'm even more sure he didn't confront us beacuse he didn't want to end up in another situation where I insulted his manhood.

One afternoon we found another secret stash of Bobby's, his pornos. First I have to say the girl's look ridiculous in these things. These giant boobs plastered onto underweight bodies, the extra long fingernails, the bright make-up. The worst was the noises they make. I rolled my eyes, "No way does a girl really sound like that during sex."

Brandon tossed the Playboy on the floor next to us. "Sometimes they do."

My jaw dropped, "You've been holding out on me. Who? When?" Our friendship was like that of two dudes. I was not that girl that got jealous when her guy friend had a girlfriend or even got some action because deep down I was secretly hoping he would open his eyes and fall in love with me. Ugh. In reality I was the one asking for all the dirty details. But I found it highly unlikely that Brendon had some girl since he spent all his free time with me.

He blushed, "No, not me obviously. Bobby. The walls are so thin. I wasn't trying to listen." He was so embarrassed.

"I don't get why you're acting all weird with me. We've been buds for like two years now. What's the big deal?"

His hazel eyes locked with mine, "Have you...."

"No, not yet. I want to though. Just haven't found a guy I want to do it all with."

He looked away, "Yeah I know what you mean."

I don't know why I never noticed before, but Brendon was actually quite good looking. These last two years of hitting the gym together had really filled him out. Brown wavy hair, chiseled features, even chest hair. Maybe because I had put him in the friend category was why I never considered him as an option. But, hey why the hell not? I'd rather fool around with someone I trusted and respected than some random neaderthal on the football team.

Subtly was never a strong feature of mine. With one swift movement I straddled him and began kissing him. He didn't resist. But his hands stayed off to the side in side mid air awkward pose.

I got irritated, "Touch me!"

"Are you sure? The last guy that did that got injured." I grabbed both his hands and placed them firmly on my ass.

After what I experienced that night I can firmly stand behind the statement that two virgins should never get together! We were both fumbling clueless messes. Not to mention neither of us had condoms, so imagine my naked ass rummaging through his brother's room for some rubbers because Brendon couldn't function mentally while sporting a giant erection. We bumped heads, my hair got pulled, we both got leg cramps. Looking back I probably would have rather played with Barbie while wearing that pink glittery dress as my mom applied make-up to me in her flower shop. Yeah it was that bad.

The problem is that I was one determined stubborn individual who refused to be bad at sex. For the first time in my life I dove into my studies, studies of sex. Watching porn, reading Cosmo, and surfing the net. Then each afternoon I would practice my new knowledge out on Brendon. The good friend he was he was always eager to help me out. He even suggested I learn about blow jobs. In turn I suggested he experiment with eating pussy. And to my surprise sometimes I did sound like those girls in the videos. He would never admit it to me but I think Brendon was studying up on sex too because he got so damn good at it.

Because of all the time we spent together people easily confused us as boyfriend/girlfriend. It wasn't like that. We didn't go on dates or cuddle or celebrate anniversaries. We just hung out and fucked. I wouldn't classify us as "friends with benefits" either since that's mostly about hooking up. We were definitely friends who smoked pot, watched movies together, and boycotted school events.

Some people say sex can ruin a friendship but I would have to disagree. If anything it brought us closer together. There was an openess between us to be exactly who we were without fear of judgment or ridicule. There were conversations we had that could never be repeated to anyone else. It's not often you meet someone that just gets you. Well he did. I appreciated that he never tried to make me be something I wasn't.

Second semester of senior year Brendon told me he was interested in putting himself out there and wanted to date this girl from his Calculus class. If there had been romantic feelings or any sort of attachment I would have cried and told him to choose me. Instead I gave him a slap on the back while encouraging him to go for it. Obviously the humping stopped at the point. It was important to me that my friend did what made him happy. But, you better believe I teased him mercilessly when he broke our anti-school pack to take the girl to prom.

It's been about fifteen years since that geeky guy introduced himself to me in the hallway. Although we don't spend our afternoons together getting stoned and laid, I still consider him my closest friend. Between you and me I think I never got into that whole relationship thing because guys have never measured up to Brendon. Not that I want to be with Brendon in that way, but he's the one person whose seen the softer side of JJ. And if he ever told anyone I'd knee him in the nuts.