When I was in school, they tested me and then put me in the "gifted" classes, which gave me the option to be either a pathetic nerd or an arrogant opinionated jerk. I chose the latter, which was catnip to the girls around me.

One of those girls was Stella, a blond blue eyed rich girl who could won horseback riding competitions and skied expert slopes. She thought I was teasing when I told her that her straight As in "normal" classes didn't qualify her to sit at my lunch table, and then realized I was 100% serious and got pissed off at me, and then I did start teasing her, and I we ended up making out in the auditorium. But I still wouldn't let her sit at the table.

Soon, a typical day for us was figuring out whose parents weren't home, and then Stella driving us there in her mom's Audi or her dad's MR2 so we could be alone. She was a virgin when I met her, but soon all she wanted to do was ride me to a mind blowing orgasm three times a day. And I wouldn't let her.

Stella denied was a better girlfriend than Stella satisfied. When she was eager and desperate and waiting for her turn, or wondering if she'd even get a turn, she was with me, in the moment, sharing a rush that she couldn't get from hurtling down a mountain. And even though she knew exactly what I was doing, as I was doing it, she was still powerless. Biology is cruel.

Stella had no illusions about me - she knew I was an asshole. She broke up with me once and then begged me to get back together and I said yes. When she did it again I said no, and she found out a of couple days later I had taken another girls virginity. But she begged me again and said she'd do anything for me, so I took her back. At that point we both knew where we stood with each other - she was trading more and more sex for less and less affection every day but couldn't say no, and I'll admit I was often far colder and crueler to her than I should have been.

She went away to college and then came back for the holidays, and I told her that I wasn't the same arrogant asshole I was before, I had treated her very badly, and I needed to end things for her sake. She thought it was the cruelest thing I had ever done to her, while I thought it was perhaps the kindest. You can look at it either way, and that's fine with me, self-justification is for cowards. But it was true that I had changed, and while I was still wired to put a woman in her place, I understood that there was a responsibility that went along with that to take care of them.

My next girlfriend was a cute self-taught web designer who just wanted to lie in bed all day with my cock in her mouth, but that's another story. The way that I would have liked to end this story is to tell you whether Stella ever found a guy who could treat her well but still deny her, but truthfully I don't know. Since she wasn't smart enough to sit at my lunch table, that might have been something she never figured out. LIke I said, biology is cruel.

Hope you enjoyed the story and yes its all true (with names changed). If you're in and around Beverly Hills, California and looking for a man who gets it, send me a PM and introduce yourself. Bye for now.