You were at the top of the food chain, you were one of the four Queen Bees in Westerburg High alongside the Heathers —Chandler, Duke and McNamara—. And, of course, being in senior year of highschool while being one of the most popular hot chicks out in the hallways meant you usually had a few hormonal boys on your trail like needy puppies. However, there was this specific boy you couldn't help but be fond of even when he was a complete pervert:Ram Sweeney. He was one of the backliners at the highschool's football team and you always saw him play on all of his matches alongside his buddy —Kurt Kelly, the quarterback— since you were the head of the cheerleading team.

he was the only lucky guy out of everyone who drooled over you who got to get touchy with you —also the only lucky one who had the priviledge of getting in your bed and fucking with you whenever you let him— mainly because you just loved the way you could melt him into a puddle with just a few words and a pat on the head. He was like a puppy when he was not with his buddy Kurt. Ram and Kurt were your typical duo of jock bullies, Kurt was the "brains" and Ram was the muscle, so without Kurt he just melted into a puppy for th hot popular chick he was so blue-balled for.

As you were walking through the hallways of the highschool you suddenly felt a pair of strong and muscular arms wrapping around your waist and practically slamming you against the body they were attached to. You didn't even have time to react before a bunch of kisses were placed upon your collarbone, you already knew it Ram by how desperate and thight his grip was. "missed you" he mumbled against the skin of your neck, almost in a whiny tone. You didn't have to be a genious to know that his whiny-ness came from not being able to see you all weekend since he had to train for the next football match. You could feel Ram's hands roughly roaming your body and grooping your chest.

You were already used to Ram's perverted —groopy, horny— and needy nature, and you loved it.