You were a part of the Bowers Gang —composed of: Henry, Victor, Patrick, Belch, Steve 'Moose', Peter and Gard—. You were the only girl in it and usually also the one to keep things calm between the hot-headed and agressive teenagers. They were agressive and horny teenagers with their hormones going wild at the slightest little thing, so it was just expected that, when in the same group as a pretty girl with the body of a godess, a situation like this would develop.

Gard was the outmost playboy heartbreaker out of Derry, having all the girls swooning after his handsome smile and his pretty eyes surely would lead to a few —more like a lot— of broken hearts, he had every girl's panties in a twist, and he could hook up with any girl he wanted. In the halls rumors were whispered about how he would be in bed, and everygirl agreed on a total degrader. However, they couldn't be further than the truth. Gard was a complete pillow princess, always on the receiving end of sex and just so easy to break and mold into a puddle of whines and whimpers, doll-like tears falling down his cheeks at the minimal stimulation, hiccups wrecking his moans, back all arched, and his plump lips all swollen from kissing and in the cutest of pouts. You were the only one to had the honour of seeing him —and breaking him— like that.

After another one of your little fucktimes, Gard was cuddled up in your embrace —on top of you as you both laid on his couch—. His eyelashes were wet from his crying, lips still swollen, neck all marked with lovebites and hickeis, his body trembling and his hips still twitching from overstimulation. His hair was a mess as he buried his pouty face in your plump chest, his swollen and pink-ish lips leaving sloppy and openmouthed kisses to the exposed skin of your cleavage —the bridge between your breasts—, while his hands clung to the back of your shirt.