Prologue

I recommend that you read my story, “Melissa Tells All”, before reading this story. Many of the characters in this story are introduced in my first story. Certain aspects of this story are better understood as well by reading “Melissa Tells All”. However, “Mark Tells His Story” stands on its own as a separate story.

This story is a continuation of Melissa & Mark’s relationship and how some odd twists of fate bring them both into some unusual situations with friends and family. This story is told from Mark’s perspective.

Chapter 1

My name is Mark and I want to tell you about how I almost screwed up a perfect relationship with the woman I love. Did you know that looks can be deceiving? I found out that they can be in more ways than one. I learned the hard way too.

Melissa is the love of my life. I can’t imagine life without this gorgeous and sexy woman. She is so full of life and love. When she walks into a room, her very presence commands attention. She gets more than her fair share of attention from guys. She is blonde, but not really, her brown roots peek out attractively, gorgeous face, full sensuous lips, lovely medium breasts, full hips and nice sexy legs. She can choose any man she wants. She is just that beautiful. She is extremely attractive but also extremely flirtatious. This gorgeous woman would make any man feel like the luckiest man ever if he could ravish her body just once. I am the lucky man that gets the wonderful gift of having her heart as mine.

Melissa and I are twenty-year-old students at a major university in the South. I share an apartment with Ronnie, a close friend of mine near campus. Melissa has an apartment she shares with two close friends as well. I am somewhat the opposite from Melissa in many ways. She loves being adventurous and daring. She will act on impulse to things that I would never initiate myself. I usually am very careful and try to think out things before jumping in too deep. This normally keeps me from getting into too much trouble. Melissa is the one who always seems to cross the line too far before anyone else.

But one time, even I went too far.

About a month ago, I asked her for a commitment to be my girlfriend. That event was very eye opening to say the least. I found out then just how much faith and love she has for me when she admitted her hidden dark secret to me that day. I never would have guessed just from looking at her that she could be involved in anything like what she confessed to me. Looks can be so deceiving. But her confession to me about the sex she has with her parents did nothing to change the deep love I have for her. If anything, it made my love for her even stronger. Even though she may have sex with others, her heart is mine exclusively.

She has had numerous boyfriends since she was thirteen years old but has never had a sustained relationship longer than a few months. Her former boyfriends always became jealous of her flirtatious nature. The biggest mistake all of them have made though was to try to control her. Melissa can’t be controlled or tamed. Many have tried and failed. She is who she is. Take her or leave her. The one thing she will not put up with is a jealous, controlling man in her life. I picked up on this when I first met her years ago. Yes, I have had a crush on this girl for years. I knew if I ever had a chance to date her, I would not make the mistake so many others have made. I knew what trying to control her would do; it would drive her from me. I would have to trust her to be faithful to me or I would lose her anyway.

So far, my approach has worked. Melissa still loves to flirt. But I don’t try to control her at all. She can see this in me too. Instead of continuing her flirting when we are around others, I find her by my side where I wanted her to begin with. Some friends have jokingly accused me of hypnotizing her. I just smile at them knowing I had to do nothing to control her.

Melissa knows about my former girlfriend, Debbie. She knows just how badly I was hurt when I found out that Debbie was cheating on me. She also knows what I went through trying to salvage that relationship while Debbie continued her cheating ways. I gave everything to make that relationship work. In some ways I think Melissa admires me for putting the effort into trying to save that relationship considering all that Debbie did to hurt me.

My reward for my efforts with Debbie though was having her bring her lover to her apartment when she knew I was there waiting on her; taking him into her bedroom right in front of me. I guess she just thought I was going to be some wimp that would just let her get away with cheating right in front of my own eyes.

At first I believe this is just some friend she brought over. But why did she just walk past me, her boyfriend, and go straight to her bedroom with him? After a few minutes when I realize they are not coming back out, I get up and walk to her bedroom door. What I see paralyzes me. There in front of me is my girlfriend of two years, passionately kissing a guy I do not know. While I stand there in shock, she glances over at me and just smiles like this is the normal thing to do! I feel sick and numb. I know she has been cheating on me, but to bring a guy into the apartment right in front of me is a slap in my face. What is she thinking? I continue to stare at her as she begins unbuttoning his shirt and he begins pulling her top off. Moments later they are on her bed touching and kissing each other again.

She just looks at me and says, “Want to join us?”

Debbie then turns back to her nameless lover. He turns her onto her back and begins to caress her tits, squeezing and pulling hard on her nipples.

“Ohhhh yea, big boy ... you always make me feel so damn good.”

I know from this declaration alone that she has been fucking him before today.

He hooks her shorts with his thumbs and pulls them down, off her legs. I see that she is wearing the lacy pair of panties that I bought for her birthday this year.

“Oh babe, don’t you just love the panties that Mark got for me. He is so considerate to let you see them. Don’t you think?” she says, not even looking at me.

He roughly pulls the panties down her legs; the panties rip apart.

“Oops! Well, we don’t need them anymore,” she says not caring at all how it would make me feel.

Her lover moves off her to stand by the bed. He quickly takes off his pants and boxer shorts. He has this obnoxious smile on his face as he glances at me momentarily. His hard cock bobs free as he climbs back on the bed between her legs.

“Ohhhh yea! This just might be my favorite cock now. It’s so handsome and sexy!” she says taking it with her hand as he moves it closer to her soaked pussy.

As he roughly penetrates her, I listen to her squeal out from her pleasure. I realize part of it may be for my benefit though.

“Ohhhhh Goddddd, yessss!! Fuck meeeeeeeee! Fuck me with your big hard cock! Oh God, I love your big hard cock deep inside meeeeee!!

I watch as his cock fucks her deep and hard. From what I can see, he is no bigger than I am, maybe as long but not as thick. Why is she doing this to me? I want to scream at her. I want to hit her. I want her to feel pain. I want to cry. My body and mind are in shock though.

“Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssss! I’m cummingggggggggggggg,” she screams as he pounds harder into her body. The body that I once thought was mine exclusively.

She pushes him off of her and onto his back. She makes a big show of straddling his body and slowly descending down on his rigid cock.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us baby? I can see your cock is hard watching my pussy get well fucked. Why don’t you get naked and let me play with it too.”

She is right about my cock, it is very hard. As repulsed as I am by the spectacle of my girlfriend getting fucked by a guy I do not know, I can’t help but feel aroused at the images in front of me. You might say I am a closet voyeur. But I don’t want to witness what is in front of me now. If this were someone else asking me to join them in a threesome, I wouldn’t have hesitated. But this is my girlfriend. The girl I love. The girl I thought loved me.

“Oh well honey, your loss. Why don’t you at least take it out and jerk it off while I get my pussy filled with this stud’s cum.”

All I know at that moment is the love that was left between us was just destroyed. There is nothing left to do but to turn and leave. As I begin walking down the hall away from her bedroom, I can hear her tell her lover something that completely humiliates me.

“He will be back. He can’t live without me. He can’t live without my pussy. He can’t do any better than me. He doesn’t care if I fuck others that are better men than he is. Now fuck me you big stud.”

I just walk out of her apartment and never looked back. I drive around for a while. I can’t even find the strength to cry. I thought we had a great relationship until a few months ago. I actually thought about asking her to marry me a few times. She just ripped my soul from my body and crushed it with this last stunt. I can feel nothing. I finally decide to go back to my apartment. I go straight to my room and just lie down on my bed. I feel like the world I know just ended. I finally begin sobbing quietly.

I get little sleep that night. I honestly feel like I want to die. The next morning when I wake up, I take every picture, gift, and personal item of hers I could find and throw them into some trash bags. I want nothing more to do with that bitch. I want all the memories of her to disappear.

Debbie came looking for me later in the morning. She finds me at my apartment as I am taking the last of the trash bags to the trash dumpster. As I throw the bags of trash containing her reminders into the dumpster, she asks me what is wrong like absolutely nothing happened yesterday.

“If you’re looking for anything that belongs to you, you will find it in the dumpster. I am through with you bitch. I won’t take anymore of your shit! You destroyed what little bit of love was left between us yesterday with that fucking stunt. Just please leave me alone now. I don’t ever want to see you again!”

She begs me not to breakup with her. It is too late. She has hurt and humiliated me beyond repair. She follows me all the way back to the apartment door pleading with me not to leave her. As I slam the door behind me leaving her standing outside, I hear her say one last thing, one last stab at my manhood.

“Fine you bastard. You were never enough man for me anyways. I can do a lot better than your sorry ass. Just know this though; you will never have another woman as sexy as me. You know it too. When you realize it, you will be coming back to me begging me to take you back. Don’t wait too long though.”

I went months before I even felt like dating again. I had no desire to put my heart and emotions on the line again with any girl. I was tired of being hurt while told I was loved. I just wanted to be left alone and finish college now.

Then Melissa came into my life.

I knew who Melissa was for some time. She is well known on campus. It’s hard not to notice her when she passes you. I know my chances of ever getting close enough to even talk to her are slim. I didn’t even dare believe that she would be interested in dating me.

But one semester, we have a class together. We happen to be seated directly across from each other. I grow to enjoy this class tremendously. The professor is rather boring which allows my mind to drift during his lectures. I find myself sneaking glances at her. It’s hard not to stare at her. I can’t help but daydream about what it would be like if she were my girlfriend.

I have no illusions that she would ever be interested in me. I am not a super athlete or some rich kid. Nothing about me would make her notice me over someone else. But my fantasies are better than listening to a professor who could put anyone to sleep with his dull monotone lectures.

At the time the semester began, she had a boyfriend named Daniel. After a few weeks into the semester, I hear through the grapevine that she broke up with him a few days before. Rumor has it that she caught him cheating on her. I could not help but think what an idiot this guy has to be. Why would any guy that had Melissa as a girlfriend risk being caught cheating on her? What a fucking fool this guy is to throw away a relationship with her.

During the weeks following this bit of news, I begin noticing Melissa glancing at me during the class we share. She would look away when I turn to look at her. I’m not sure what to make of this to be honest. I know she loves to flirt. She is well known for her outrageous flirting. I decide she is just practicing her flirting techniques with me. Well, at least she gives me some attention. Better than nothing I guess.

The next Monday she comes into class using crutches. She has a brace around her knee. I listen to her tell another friend in class that she injured her knee playing softball over the weekend. It was not very serious but she had to keep it immobile for about a week. I know she is very good at softball. She has played baseball or softball for most of her life. She sits down awkwardly at her desk. I watch her looking for the best place to lay her crutches down.

I realize that here is my opportunity to offer to help her.

“Can I help you with those?”

“Yea ... can you put these over by the wall for me,” she asks looking directly into my eyes.

I feel almost hypnotized by the way she is looking at me.

“Sure, no problem. Here let me take them,” I said reaching to take the crutches from her.

As I grab them with my hands, she moves her hand over one of mine saying with the cutest smile, “Thank you Mark.”

Well my day can’t get any better. So I thought anyways.

After class is over, I get the crutches for her.

“Thank you for being so sweet,” she says in a flirtatious way.

I feel like I am in heaven right now.

I could see her struggling to get her books and trying to get out of the classroom on crutches. She did not seem to have a problem when she got to class. I am not going to pass up the chance to help her out though.

“Can I carry something for you?”

“Sure Mark, can you carry my books for me?”

“I would love to ... ahhh I mean sure.”

I realize I am showing quite a bit of excitement over carrying her books for her. She looks up at me smiling and breaks out in a small laugh at my clumsy chatter.

“Relax Mark ... I don’t bite,” she says smiling reassuringly.

I relax with her smile. It is like we connected somehow. I could not look away from her eyes. However, we both suddenly realize we were blocking the exit from the classroom so we made our way into the hall.

“Do you have another class? This is my last one for today,” she says.

“I’m finished for today too. I’m about to go to my apartment before going to my part-time job. I can carry these to the parking lot for you if you want me to?”

“That would be really sweet Mark,” she says, as our eyes lock together again.

I get lost looking into her eyes. She seems lost looking back into my eyes. We leave the building and begin walking to the parking lot. For the past year, I had been cursing how far the parking lot is from where my classes are usually located. Now I could kiss whoever laid out the design of the campus! We walk slowly as we chat about nothing in particular. She is so easy to talk to. I no longer feel intimidated by her so much. I feel more and more relaxed around her.

Then this guy I recognize as a football player walks up to her and begins talking to her like I did not even exist. I just stand there not knowing what to say or do. I feel very tongue-tied with the two of them now. They talk for a moment before he offers to take her books for her to her car. What a fucking nerve this guy has! He can see that I am carrying them for her!

I figure my time in the spotlight just ended. I just know she would rather this big good-looking jock carry them. Amazing how two grown men can compete to carry a girl’s books for her. However, I know I can’t compete with this guy. Debbie had embedded in my mind the fact that I stood no chance with a girl like this.

Melissa completely surprises me though. She looks at this big handsome football player and tells him something that changes my whole perception of what Debbie told me.

“Mark is carrying my books for me. Thanks for the offer though.”

I can tell he fully expected to have the honor. I could tell that he is somewhat stunned and pissed as well after she says it.

The jock just says, “Okay, I will see you around then.”

She looks at me, smiling reassuringly again.

“Sorry about that. Some guys can be so rude.”

“That’s Okay ... I would not have minded if ... ”

“No, Mark. I want you to carry my books for me,” she says.

We continue walking toward the parking lot talking about different things. Before I realize it, it has taken us an hour to walk what normally only takes ten minutes. We get lost in our conversation together

“I hate to have to run off. But I need to get going or I’ll be late for my part-time job,” I reluctantly tell her.

I seriously contemplated whether I needed that job that badly!

“I understand. Thanks again for helping me today ... and walking with me.”

“It was a pleasure, anytime!”

“Okay ... tomorrow then?” she says smiling.

“Sure! No problem. I would love to!”

“Thanks Mark. You’re a very sweet guy,” she says as she gets in her car.

I watch her leave the parking lot while thinking, “What the fuck just happened to me?” She actually talked to me like she really was interested in me. She listened to what I had to say like she really wanted to know me. Am I dreaming? God I hope I don’t wakeup any time soon!

The next day, I see Melissa in the hallway after her last class. We have different classes on alternating days. We have the same last class every other day. She is leaning against the wall talking to this guy as I walk toward her. It’s another football jock trying to score with her it seems. I feel intimidated again. How can I compete with guys like this for this girl? I decide to just walk past her and head on out the building. She probably doesn’t remember why I am there anyways. As I walk past her, I hear her voice call out to me.

“Hey Mark ... I have been waiting for you. Where are you going?”

I turn around to see her looking right into my eyes. The football jock is still standing almost in front of her. But its almost like she doesn’t even know he is there anymore. The jock turns to look at me with a puzzled look.

“Wait, Mark. You are going to carry my books aren’t you?”

“Yea ... sure, Melissa,” I say almost stumbling over my words. My heart does somersaults as I realize I did not have to compete with this jock for her attention. There was no competition as far as she was concerned. The jock tells her goodbye and walks off. I walk up to her and she flashes me the most sincere smile I have ever seen. She almost seems nervous though. It’s almost like she feels the same way I do!

She hands me her books and we start another long walk to the parking lot. Once again we take our time as we talk and find out more about each other. We pass a bench under a tree and she walks over and sits down asking me to sit with her. We talk for hours at that very spot. We talk about our classes. We talk about friends. We talk about our families.

Melissa tells me about her older brother and younger sister, Sam and Jessica. She explains to me how Sam has always been a good older brother but always loved picking on her too. But he would always come to her rescue if she needed it.

Jessica is a different story though. Melissa tells me that she and Jessica have a big rivalry going on, especially over the past four years or so. She explains that her sister seems to always be jealous of her relationship with her parents, especially her father. Jessica doesn’t hesitate to do things to upset her when she can. She says she loves Jessica deeply as a sister. She also believes that Jessica feels the same way about her. But they can’t seem to get over this rivalry that has developed in order to share a true friendship.

We talk about ourselves more. I am shocked to find out she knows quite a bit about me. She knows about Debbie.

“How do you know so much about me?”

She looks down almost blushing as she says, “I asked my friends about you over the past few weeks. I wanted to know more about you. I like you Mark. You are ... different. I mean that in a good way too. Most guys are just interested in me for one reason it seems. I wanted to know you better hoping we could be ... good friends maybe.”

She looks up directly into my eyes as she says the last part.

“I was hoping ... we could hang out more ... get to know each other,” she says.

“I would like that. I would love to hang out with you whenever.”

She looks at her watch and realizes we have been talking for hours.

“Oh damn, Mark. I promised my daddy I would meet him an hour ago!”

She quickly pulls out a piece of paper and writes on it.

“Here is my phone number. I’ll be home tonight. Call me, ... okay?” she says anxiously.

“Yea, sure!”

I help her get to her car before she hurries off to meet her father. I can’t believe this! Melissa actually gave me her phone number and I did not even have to ask for it! She asked me to call her! I have no idea what is happening to my world. All I know is I love the feeling.

Things just keep getting better. I call her that night and we talk for a few hours. The next day after classes, we go to get lunch together. She invites me to her apartment to study together the next day as well. A few days later, she shows up at my job just to see.

About a week later, I finally get the nerve to ask her to go out on a real date. I am so nervous as I am afraid I will scare her off if I try to take our relationship to another level. I fear that this dream I have been living will come to an abrupt end.

“Melissa, would you like to go out with me this Friday night. Maybe get something to eat, go dancing, or a movie?”

“I would love to. When do you want to pick me up?”

This is a dream come true for me now. I just pray I don’t screw up this date. I feel so nervous for the rest of the week, waiting for Friday to arrive. My stomach is now turning somersaults along with my heart. I decide where to take her then change my mind over and over. I want this date to be perfect. Here is my one big chance maybe to win her heart. I seem to be putting everything on the line for this one date. It has to be perfect or she will think I am a dork.

The day finally comes. I see her at school between a few classes. I am almost afraid to be around her. I am afraid she will tell me something has come up and she can’t make it. She walks up behind me before my last class and grabs my arm. I turn to see her smiling face.

“Still picking me up at seven?”

“Yea, ... I figure we can go eat first, maybe go dancing ... whatever you want to do.”

“Whatever we do will be fun,” she says, smiling.

I feel a little sense of relief and relax some. But the butterflies in my stomach continue working overtime, calling in re-enforcements.

When I pick her up at her apartment at seven, I give her one red rose. She looks a little surprised and then begins smiling brightly as she tells me to come inside the apartment for a minute. She puts the rose in a vase and set it in the middle of the coffee table.

“I’ll put it in my room when we get back tonight,” she says, smiling sweetly.

We have a wonderful time together. She makes me feel so special. I fumble around at times trying to impress her. But she always finds a way to let me know she loves whatever I do. I take her to a local restaurant-tavern that many of our friends like to hang out at. We seem to be the objects of most everyone’s attention. I even hear one girl talking to her friend asking whom that ‘hottie’ is with Melissa. Of course this is a big ego boost for me.

After we eat, we go to a local dance club. We talk a little before I ask her if she wants to dance. She just lifts her hand for me to take. As we move out on the floor and begin to dance, I get completely lost in watching her body move. I know I am getting an erection just watching her body. I just pray she won’t notice it and get offended.

The next song is a slow one. She immediately moves into my arms and lays her head on my shoulder. The smell of her sexy long hair just turns me on even more. Her gorgeous body molds to mine as we dance slowly. I begin to panic somewhat, as I know she can feel my hard cock pressing into her. She eventually pulls her head back and looks at me with a soft smile.

“I love dancing with you. It feels good being in your arms so close to you.”

I feel a sense of relief that at least the feeling of my erection pressed into her does not upset her. If anything, she seems to enjoy the fact that she has me so turned on. We dance awhile and then I suggest we leave to go somewhere quieter.

After we get outside, I suggest that maybe we could go catch one of the new movies out. She loves the idea. After we arrive at the box office, I let her pick out the movie she wants to see. Early in the movie, I take her hand into mine and I see her smile. During the movie, she leans over onto me, laying her head on my shoulder. I just keep thinking that this has to be a dream. But each time I feel her hand squeeze mine, I know I’m wide-awake.

At the end of the night, I’m standing at her apartment door telling her goodnight. Up to this point, we have never kissed. I’m a nervous wreck. Should I kiss her? Will she think I am going too far? Is she interested in taking our relationship to another level? I tell her goodnight and begin walking away from her. She just stands there looking at me almost pleading with me quietly with her look and eyes. I stop after a few steps and walk back to her. I put my hands on her arms and lean down to kiss her. When we begin kissing, we just fall into each other’s arms. Our kiss goes quickly from rather ordinary to very passionate. I feel her lean into me as if she can’t stand on her own. I hold her close to me as our tongues explore each other’s mouth. Her tongue feels so soft against mine. Her body feels like it is on fire as she snuggles to me. It must have been about fifteen minutes later when we finally separate.

As we reluctantly end the kiss, I know she is as breathless as I am. I look down at her and tell her goodnight again. She looks at me with such desire as she tells me to have sweet dreams tonight. I can’t help but think to myself that I would only be dreaming of her tonight and many nights to come.

Chapter 2

I’ll always remember the first time we made love. I of course was very anxious. I knew she has been more than a few guys in the past. I’ve been with a few girls in the past as well. But will she be satisfied with me?

The first time happens the day after our first date. I call her on the phone that morning and asked her if she would like to hang out at my apartment.

“Hey, Melissa ... How are you feeling this morning?”

“Hey, babe! I feel wonderful! I really enjoyed last night so much. Thank you for taking me out!”

“I had a terrific time. You’re so much fun to be with.”

“You are too, sexy man.”

“Speaking of hanging out, would you like to come over and spend the afternoon with me today at my apartment? Or we could go do something?”

“Let’s hang out at your apartment. We can talk ... and who knows what else,” she says sort of giggling.

The thought suddenly hits me that she may be hinting at having sex!

“I can pick you up if you would rather not drive over?”

“That’s cool, can you pick me up about an hour from now?

“Sure! I’ll be there in a few minutes!”

“Whoa, buster ... an hour I said,” she says laughing. “I need to take a quick shower anyways so I don’t look like a bum.”

“Chick, you could never look like a bum. On your worst day you will beat out any girl as far as looks.”

“You’re so sweet Mark! You kiss ass pretty good too,” she says laughing hard.

I drive over and show up early anyways. She lets me in while she is drying her long blonde hair. While I’m standing in the living area of the apartment, she starts walking back toward the hallway.

“Wait here and let me get finished. Then I’m all yours,” she said with a devilish grin.

After a few minutes, one of her roommates, Tammy, walks into the room. After realizing I’m there, she dashes over to sit beside me.

“Hey, Mark. What did you do to Melissa last night?” she asks with a very curious look on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“I have NEVER seen her like that! She was so excited when she came in my room last night! Dude ... I think someone likes you ... alot!”

“We just got something to eat, went dancing ... ”

Interrupting me she says, “I KNOW all about what you did! She told me all of that. What I want to know is WHAT you did to her to make her so excited!?”

“Nothing! I swear!” I say not sure how to respond.

“I think I know. Treat her right, Mark. You won’t regret it ... ever.”

She comes back into the room looking so stunning. She isn’t wearing anything particularly sexy. But she makes anything look like a million dollars when she wears it. She walks over and we talk briefly with Tammy.

“What are you guys going to do today?” Tammy asks.

“Mark is taking me over to his apartment to hang out this afternoon,” she says, smiling in a knowing way at her roommate.

Tammy grins at both of us.

“Well you two kids don’t get into too much trouble,” she says, with a sarcastic smile.

“Oh we won’t, mother dear,” Melissa says, breaking into a laugh.

While we’re driving over to my apartment, she reaches to take hold of my hand. She just looks at me smiling, saying nothing. I just squeeze her hand indicating I could not be happier than I am right now.

After we arrive at my apartment, I bring her inside. She moves to sit on the couch while I offer to get us something to drink. When I come back into the room, she takes the drink from me and pats the couch for me to sit beside her.

Almost immediately I find myself locked in her embrace. Her mouth searches out mine. Our tongues are again inside the other’s mouth in a passionate kiss. She holds my head tightly as our kiss grows much more intense. She pulls me back onto her as she reclines back onto the couch. I move with her so that I am over her. Our kisses continue as our hands begin to touch each other more intimately.

“Lets go to your room,” she says.

I hold her hand as we move briskly to my bedroom. She lies on the bed while pulling me with her hands so I am back on top of her. I lean to kiss her then pull back to look deep into her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Mel.”

“You’re so handsome and sexy, Mark.”

We continue kissing passionately while lying on my bed. Out touches make us both want the other even more. I can’t resist her any longer. At this point I have to go for broke. I need to fuck this girl badly.

“Damn, Mel baby. You have me so fucking hot, I gotta have you, gotta make love to you.”

“Yes ... yes Mark ... oh hell yes, I want it too, do it to me babe, fuck me good ... ”

I move off the bed and pull her to her feet. I lean to kiss her softly before looking up and down her body. Again I lean to kiss her neck as my hands grasp the bottom of her top. Slowly I lift it until her bra-covered tits are revealed. She is wearing a thin lacy bra. I kiss down the top of her chest before unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down over her lovely hips and sexy ass. She is wearing very sexy bikini panties that make her look even more enticing.

I move back up kissing her as I undo her bra to reveal her firm medium tits for the first time. Her small nipples are rock-hard and so inviting. I then kiss down her chest as I hook her panties with my fingers and slide them down her toned sexy legs. As her lovely pussy is exposed to my eyes for the first time, I can’t help but get lost in the aroma of her excitement. She looks almost shy and vulnerable before me. I look at her for assurance that she wants this as bad as I do. She leans up to kiss me softly and I know that we both want this more than anything now.

She is so breathtaking. I look at her long, blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders and back, the soft strands touching her soft, bronzed skin. I look into her pretty eyes shining with a passionate desire. She occupies my mind completely as I look at her. She flashes that dazzling smile at me. She moves closer and lovingly kisses me, allowing her body to brush against mine softly. Her lips surround mine. Her sweet soft tongue enters my mouth as she looks deeply into my eyes. Our kiss grows deeper.

We continue to kiss for a few moments until she steps back from me. She reaches to grab the bottom of my shirt and begins pulling it over my head. She looks at my chest and lets both her hands touch my skin, touching my own nipples. She then bends over and kisses my chest gently, and begins to run her soft hands up and down my body, giving me chills from her soft touch. Then she reaches to open my pants, sliding them down my legs. She can easily see the tent my straining cock is making in my boxer shorts. She hooks them with her thumbs and slides them down as well exposing my body completely to her. I hear a soft gasp as my hard cock is suddenly revealed inches from her face.

She once again looks up at me with that smile of hers that I can’t resist. I know that she likes what is before her just from the look on her face. No words are necessary now.

She takes the initiative and pushes me back on the bed. She moves between my legs and over me. She begins to lick my body with her tongue, snaking it up and down my chest. My cock is throbbing hard from her expert treatment. She continues to kiss and lick my body, building me up with a tremendous desire to ravish her. Finally, she gets to my now rock-hard cock, and slowly begins to kiss up and down it. She holds my shaft in her hand while showering my stomach and thighs with soft wet kisses.

I’m at her mercy now. She begins to kiss my balls and work her soft tongue around them, and I almost cum from the feeling. Her soft tongue and lips bring me so close, but I manage to stop myself just short of exploding. While she gently licks my balls, she begins to caress my throbbing shaft. She moves her hand up and down my hard cock. She teases the sensitive skin underneath the head with her fingertips. I begin to moan loudly from her touches.

Then she stops licking my balls and moves her mouth over my throbbing shaft. She massages my balls with one hand while kissing and licking my cock. She moves her mouth to the head of my shaft and takes it in her wet mouth, her tongue dancing all around it. Her lips slide slowly down my shaft. I feel her soft wet mouth as she takes every inch of it inside. No girl has ever done this to me. Her tongue makes love to my shaft as it circles and glides over it. I begin to moan louder, as I get close to cumming in her mouth. I warn her that I am close to cumming. I then see the resolve in her eyes to make me cum deep in her mouth and throat. She begins stroking the base of my throbbing cock as she literally fucks my shaft with her wet mouth. She gently squeezes my balls as if to let them know she wants what they hold inside.

I cry out loudly as I explode deep in her mouth and down her throat. She tries to swallow it all but still some of my hot cum dribbles from the corners of her mouth. She can’t possibly swallow all the sperm my body is flooding her mouth with. Her lips clamp around my cock, continuing to suck every drop of cum out of my shaft. I feel so satisfied for the moment, this is a dream come true. She takes my softening cock from her mouth, and looks up at my face. Her lips and chin are covered with my sperm. She uses one hand to wipe my cum from her face. Then she licks it off of her fingers seductively while smiling at me.

She moves up my body and kisses me. I can taste the remains of my sperm in her mouth. I turn with her so that I am now on top of her body. I begin caressing her soft warm body under my hands.

I kiss her gently on her lips while she kisses me back, again snaking her tongue in and around my own mouth and tongue. I then begin to slowly kiss and nibble my way down her neck and chest, covering each spot of her soft skin with my lips and tongue. When I reach her lovely tits, I kiss and lick them, moving ever closer towards her hard nipples.

When I reach her nipples, I take each one gently in my mouth, sucking and nibbling them until she moans from the pleasure. My hands take each of her tits and squeeze them as I suck harder on her nipples as I watch her close her eyes from the intense pleasure. I remove my mouth momentarily at times to let my tongue flutter across her nipples, licking and teasing them as my tongue glides over her areoles. Her hands run through my hair as she holds me tightly to her tits.

Moving away from her lovely breasts, I kiss and lick around her stomach, moving towards your navel. I listen to her moan and whimper from my touches. When I reach her navel, I press my lips around it and let my tongue probe inside. I then begin licking and then gently pulling on her navel ring with my teeth as she began to moan and squirm beneath me. Finally I move from her navel and begin kissing downward from her navel to the soft, trimmed pussy hair. She begins to moan again as I bury myself in her cunt’s mound and kiss and lick her sensitive skin.

I lift my face slightly to look at her pussy, so wet and ready for my tongue. I smell the musky scent of her hot wet cunt. She moans louder at my touch, squirming more underneath me. I gently kiss her swollen outer lips. I can taste her pussy juices inside my mouth. My tongue moves upward to touch her throbbing hard clit. I listen to her moan louder when my tongue touches the sensitive bud. My tongue dances and flutters around it. My lips press tightly around her clit. I continue to lick it slowly, then furiously. I can feel her hands grabbing my head, pushing me into her pussy as I separate the outer lips. I penetrate her cunt with a finger while I continue to suck and lick her clit.

She begins to moan louder, telling me that she is close to cumming. I continue to fuck her pussy with my fingers and lick her clit even harder. She finally screams out her orgasm as she humps her cunt hard into my mouth, her juices soak my face and hand. I continue to furiously lick her clit through her intense orgasm. She thrashes beneath me, screaming for me to stop, even though she holds my head tightly to her pussy. She finally collapses from the intensity of her orgasm. She lays her head back on the bed catching her breath.

My cock has had more than enough time to grow hard again, ready to finally penetrate her inviting hole. The one I have dreamed about since I first laid eyes on this woman. Now that my opportunity is in front of me, I realize that beyond my lust to fuck this girl, there is a real love for her that goes beyond her physical treasures.

She looks at me with an intense lust in her eyes as I position myself between her legs. She takes my cock in her hand and guides it towards her wet, tight pussy. I let the head of my throbbing shaft slip in very slowly. Her pussy feels even better than I dreamed it would be. Her cunt feels so wet, warm and tight around my cock. I almost lose control at that moment but I manage to control myself. We look deeply into each other’s eyes. I begin to slowly drive my cock deeper into her tight cunt. I hear her moan again as I begin to slowly make love to her. I slowly begin thrusting my hard cock inside her tight cunt, in and out. My thrusts become a little quicker each time. We both can feel my balls slap against her firm tight ass each time I plunge into her body.

I feel her body responding as her hips begin to meet my thrusts with her own, forcing my cock in deeper. We both moan, as we get closer to our mutual orgasm. I lean down to kiss her open mouth while we fuck. I can feel her hands grab my ass, pulling me even deeper into her spasming pussy. I can feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. The softness of her skin adds to the incredible sensations I am feeling. As we kiss, our tongues seem to wrestle with each other as we both are consumed with intense lust for the other.

As I fuck her faster and harder, my cock drives even deeper into the tightest pussy I have ever felt. Finally, she begins to shout out her orgasm while arching her back. Her pussy squeezes my rigid cock tightly while she endures the most powerful orgasm I have ever witnessed. I can smell her musky cum as it squeezes out of her tightly clinching cunt. I can’t take any more of this unbelievable woman as I begin my own intense orgasm as well. I drive my cock into her spasming pussy as hard and deep as I can, my cum erupting deep inside. She cums again loudly as she feels my cock explode inside of her, her pussy again squeezing my softening cock.

We collapse into each other on my bed. Both of us are out of breath and covered with sweat. My cock slides out of her well-fucked pussy. I move next to her while still holding her loosely. Our hands move to touch each other. Before long we are holding each other closely and kissing softly.

“Mark, ... I think I’m falling in love with you. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

“I feel the same way. I’ve had a crush on you for so long. When I first saw you, I knew I wanted you. Being with you the past few weeks has been like a dream come true. Now it feels different, even better. It is no longer a dream. I hope this doesn’t scare you, but I know I’m falling in love with you.”

“It doesn’t scare me. It should but it doesn’t. Mark, I’ve had a number of boyfriends, you know that. But I have never really been in love with a guy before. It was always just for fun, for a companion really. I want more than that now. I’m not certain where everything is going with us right now. This is so new for me. But I know what I am feeling for you is real. It feels so wonderful. I can’t promise I won’t hurt you babe. But I can promise that I will never intentionally hurt you.”

“I know you can’t promise me much right now. We have only been seeing each other a few weeks. But I can promise you the same thing. I will never intentionally hurt you. I can’t imagine doing anything but loving you right now.”

“Oh Mark, I’m scared by the rush of these feelings I have for you. I just want us to take our time. Let things happen in their own time. If we‘re meant to be in love, it will happen. Be patient with me.”

“I’ll take whatever you have to offer. I won’t push for more until we both are ready.”

She leans over me and kisses me deeply. Looking up into her eyes, I can see a real excitement. She breaks out in a wonderful smile as she shakes her head at me.

“I just wish I had met you a few years ago. Things would’ve been so much better, happier,” she says almost wistfully.

“Don’t worry about the past baby. Let’s just get to know each other and see how things go.”

She lays her head on my chest as she cuddles closely to me. I can hear her speak softly to herself something that burns into my mind forever.

“I love you, Mark.”

There was no commitment between us at that time. I think we both knew that in time, we probably would make a commitment to each other. But, I also know that she isn’t mine now. We agreed we should continue dating others until we both know for sure how we feel about a relationship. She hints to me that there is so much I don’t know about her. I would definitely learn more over the coming weeks.

I try not to crowd her in the weeks after our first date out of fear that I would push her away. I really wanted her to be my girlfriend but I know she isn’t ready for that yet. I know she wants to take time to make sure this is right, for both of us. She says she will not hide things from me. But she asks me not to be surprised to see her going out with others either. She told me I should date other girls too. I could see just a touch of jealousy in her eyes as she says it though. I was feeling the same sense of jealousy too. But we both agree that if we are meant to be together as a couple, that dating others will only prove it to ourselves.

The one thing I know I have to do is to not show jealousy. I know this is the single biggest mistake I can make with her. But it will be difficult seeing her with other guys.

The first time she went out with another guy was the next Friday night. Talking to her on the phone Monday night, I ask her about going out with me that same night.

“Would you like to go out with me this coming Friday night? There is a band playing at this club that I think you will like.”

“Mark, I already have a date. We can go Saturday night though if they are still playing there.”

I know this moment would probably happen. I quickly decide to play it cool and don’t show my jealousy.

“Sure, Saturday night is great. They will be playing the entire weekend.”

“Cool. I will be looking forward to it. Do you want to come over tonight and hang out some?”

“I’m on my way baby!”

“I will be waiting,” she teasingly says.

After I arrived, she took me to her room and we immediately fall into a passionate embrace. We cuddle on the bed talking about little things. We both avoid talking about the coming Friday night though. It wasn’t long before our lust gets the best of us.

I slowly begin stripping her. She was anything but unwilling. We took our time fucking that night. We made love for several hours. I used my mouth and cock on her sweet pussy to bring her to as many orgasms as I could. I wanted her to know what she will be missing this Friday night. It is almost like I am marking my territory. I want her to remember just how wonderful making love with me can be. She returned as well as she got. She will never be mistaken for a virgin. It’s so obvious that she has had experience making a guy feel good.

It was difficult leaving her that night but she wasn’t ready for me to spend the night with her yet. I respected her wishes. Our kiss at the door was again very passionate. She watched me from her apartment door as I left.

We saw a lot of each other during the week and talked often on the phone as well. I fought with myself over asking her about the guy she would be out with. But I stuck to my guns and kept the conversation on different things instead. She didn’t offer any information and I didn’t ask.

When Friday arrives, I walk with her again after our last class. She asks me what I am planning to do tonight. I told her I probably would go hang out with Ronnie, my roommate and some friends tonight. She finally asks me if I am mad that she is going out with another guy tonight.

“Are you upset with me because I have a date tonight?”

“No ... I wish we could be together ... but we agreed we would keep seeing others. There is nothing for me to be mad about.”

“Are you jealous at all?”

I know this is a loaded question with her. If I admit I’m jealous, then she may well become angry with me and begin pushing me away. If I say I’m not jealous, then she may think my feelings for her are not real.

“I won’t say I’m not jealous. I would rather be with you tonight. But we agreed to this. I will get to see you tomorrow night.”

“Thank you for understanding. We’ll have alot of fun tomorrow night. I promise.”

She leans up, kisses me softly. She didn’t say anything else about tonight though and I just let it drop.

“I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon,” I say walking off to my car instead of walking with her to hers as usual. It isn’t to try to act upset. But I want her to know I’m going my own way today as well.

My roommate, Ronnie, and I decide to go hang out at the club where I’m taking Melissa tomorrow night. I really wasn’t expecting to run into her there since she knows I am planning on taking her myself. Ronnie and I sit at a table close to the dance floor and near the stage as well. A few of our friends show up with their girlfriends and join us at our table.

After we have been there about an hour, in walks Melissa with this football jock that I had seen talking to her in the hallway a few weeks back. I found out his name is Eric. Melissa notices me almost immediately. I get up and walk toward the men’s room just so she won’t think I am staring at her. As I come out of the men’s room, she is standing there. I quickly explain that I’m not following her or anything.

“Ronnie wanted to come see the band tonight and wanted me to hang out with him since he wasn’t able to get a date for tonight.”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you were going to bring me here tomorrow night, but Eric wanted to bring me tonight.”

“I’ll leave if it will be more comfortable for you.”

“It’s up to you.”

For the first time, our conversation seems very tense to say the least. I decide that since I got there first, why should I leave.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Have fun,” I say, turning to walk back to my table. I did my very best to just act normal and not show any jealousy or bad feelings.

She half-heartedly says, “Bye.”

I go back and sit with Ronnie and our friends while Melissa sits with Eric. I try not staring at them, but I keep glancing at them often. A few times I catch her glancing at me too. I decide I’m not going to have any fun staring at her like this so I switch seats so my back is to them.

After a few minutes pass, Calvin who was sitting with us notices Melissa with Eric.

“It looks like Melissa has found her a new guy since she broke up with Daniel.”

At first I think he is referring to me until I see him looking out on the dance floor. I turn my head to see Melissa and Eric dancing closely, like we did the week before. I can’t help but feel jealous, but there is nothing I could do about it.

A few minutes later, Stephanie, a girl I know from previous classes on campus walks up to me and pulls a chair beside me. Stephanie is a girl that I had met but had never really gotten a chance to know. She is a very sexy girl similar in size to Melissa with long brown hair that surrounds her very cute face. She has a terrific body with long trim legs. Her tits are slightly larger than Melissa’s. I find it humorous that I’m now comparing girls to Melissa.

She begins talking to me like we’re long-time friends. She seems to have this look in her eyes that she is very interested in me. I know she is one of Melissa’s friends and hangs out with her at times.

She asks me if Melissa and I are together. I guess word has gotten around about Melissa and I hanging out together so much. Stephanie can see her dancing with Eric as plainly as I can though.

“We’re just dating for now. We’re still seeing others.”

“Will you dance with me?”

This girl has never before approached or shown any interest in me. Maybe hanging out with Melissa has more benefits than I had figured before. We move out on the dance floor, but I move us as far from Melissa and Eric as I can. If she is going to have her fun, I will have mine!

We dance through several songs and Stephanie continues to hang onto my arm as we go back to the table. As I’m about to take my old seat, she pulls me to the other side so we’re facing Melissa and Eric again seated at their table. She seems to be all over me now. Not that I’m complaining, but it just seems odd that now this chick seems so interested in me. I glance toward Melissa and Eric. She is staring directly at us. Stephanie notices this as well. It almost seems like there is some competition going on here. I begin wondering if Stephanie is just trying to show-up Melissa somehow.

We dance some more before Stephanie suggests we go somewhere else. I know now that she is mine if I want her tonight. She has been all over me and even kissed my neck a few times while dancing. Melissa is still dancing very closely with Eric so I decide why not leave and have my own fun with Stephanie. Melissa probably will with Eric. I stand up and take her hand.

“Lets go somewhere else.”

Stephanie grabs my arm as we leave. I don’t even look at Melissa. While standing outside the club, I ask her where she wants to go.

“Lets go hang out at my apartment, if you want.”

While we were driving to her place, her hands are all over me. As soon as we walk into her apartment, she embraces me in a deep kiss. I can’t help but wonder how many times this chick has done this. But lust overcomes any reason I have at this point. I once again think “I should have my own fun tonight.” No commitments are being broken. We agreed to see others and no limits had been placed on that.

Stephanie pulls me by my hand to her bedroom where she begins taking off her clothes. She stops to begin unbuttoning my shirt then urges me to get undressed completely. She reaches for my rock-hard cock saying how sexy it looks. Before long, we’re on her bed and she pulls me on top of her. I think, “what the hell”, and begin fucking this chick as hard as I can. There is no love here, just fucking. We both want it and neither of us hesitates now.

Her pussy feels outstanding on my thrusting cock. She moans out my name begging me to keep fucking her harder and harder as she has an orgasm. She has a gorgeous body and fucking her like this is just too much for me as I explode deep inside her.

She pushes me back and licks down my chest to my half-hard cock. She begins cleaning it with her very talented tongue. She seems to be getting off on licking our mixed cum from my hardening cock. She takes about half of my cock in her mouth and bathes it with her tongue. Her lips slide erotically down my shaft.

With my cock completely hard again, she moves to straddle me, sliding slowly down my cock until I am completely buried inside her. She rides me like a woman possessed. She screams my name out through several orgasms as I play with her tits. Her nipples are longer than Melissa’s. I enjoy pulling and squeezing them tightly while Stephanie squeezes my cock with her tight cunt. She leans down so I can suck them, continuing to ride my shaft. My hips thrust upwards to penetrate her as deep as I can. She yelps a few times from the intensity of my thrusts but she continues to ride me hard.

We switch positions several times while I keep my cock buried in her gripping cunt. After maybe an hour of fucking her in various positions, I move so that I can take her doggie style.

As my cock works deep inside her, she looks back at me and tells me “Your big cock feels so damn good in me!”

After a few more minutes of this deep penetration, I feel her cunt squeeze down hard on my shaft as she has an intense orgasm. She wails out my name loudly and cums hard on my cock. The feelings overwhelm me as my cock explodes for the second time tonight. This time though I am deep inside her sexy pussy. I can feel my sperm squeezing around the tight fit of my cock in her cunt as I continue fucking her. After a few more deep thrusts, we both collapse onto her bed.

She looks at me somewhat breathless and says, “You are one hell of a fuck.”

“You have one hell of a pussy.”

“Maybe we can do this again soon. You are a terrific guy.”

“I would like that sometime.”

As we lay there catching our breath, I begin thinking about Melissa. Is she doing the same thing I am doing now? She had to see me leave with Stephanie. Will she still feel the same for me now? Should I have just stayed home tonight? I glance over at Stephanie as she reaches to touch me again. I realize that my only regret tonight is that this gorgeous chick is not Melissa.

After we cuddle a short time, I get up and begin putting my clothes on.

“Will you call me sometime?”

“Sure.”

She writes down her number for me.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight. I’m glad I saw you at the club. Call me sometime and we can hang out again,” she says, smiling seductively.

She walks me to the door and we kiss each other goodnight. As I drive back to my apartment, I think about Melissa. I know I’m falling in love with her. She said she is falling in love with me. But it was hard for us to talk to each other tonight when we ran into each other. How will our date go tomorrow night?

Chapter 3

When I get back to my apartment, it’s almost 2am. Ronnie is in his room with some chick. Looks like we both scored tonight. I notice the caller id on the phone blinking. As I check the numbers, I see Melissa’s number having called about midnight. I checked for any messages on the machine but there are none. Maybe she was thinking about me the same as I was thinking about her tonight? Tomorrow night will be very interesting.

I had a great time with Stephanie. But I would’ve traded it in a heartbeat to be with Melissa tonight instead. She was wonderful in bed. But it wasn’t the same.

I slept in late the next day to catch up on some well-needed sleep. After getting up about noon, I decide to go ahead and call Melissa to make sure we are still on for tonight. She picks up the phone on the second ring.

“Hello,” she says.

“Good afternoon baby. Is everything going OK today?

“Yea, I slept in late this morning.”

“I did too. I’m still waking up myself.”

“Late night, huh?”

I’m not stupid. Here is a loaded question if I ever heard one. She knew I was not home at midnight last night.

“Not too late. I guess you had a long night too.”

I can give as good as I can take with the loaded questions.

“It wasn’t too late.”

I can tell we are both being evasive this morning. Neither of us wants the other to know what we actually did it would seem. I decide to just let it drop if she will.

“Are we still going out tonight?” I ask.

“Of course we are. Unless you changed your mind?”

“No way, chick. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I would invite you over this afternoon but I’m going to my parent’s house for awhile this afternoon. I’ll be back in time for our date though.”

“That’s cool. I need to do some things around here anyways. The clothes don’t wash themselves!”

“Yea, I know. That’s why I am taking mine with me to my parent’s so mom can wash them while I am visiting with them.”

“Got room for another load?” I say, chuckling.

“Go wash your own clothes buster,” she says, laughing.

“Okay girl, I’ll pick you up around seven then.”

“Okay, see ya, babe.”

Our conversation didn’t seem all that strained compared to last night. I still wonder how we’ll react to each other when I pick her up though.

Driving over to her apartment, I begin thinking about the previous night. I had fun with Stephanie. She was a good dancer and fun to hang out with. She was great in bed as well. I loved the way she was screaming while I was fucking her. It was a big turn-on to hear her yell out my name so often as she experienced her orgasms. I was scared a few times that her neighbors would call the cops to come rescue her. I guess they must be used to her being so vocal late at night by now though.

I also begin thinking about Melissa and Eric. Did they fuck each other last night as well? A tremendous feeling of jealousy hits me suddenly. The idea of her fucking someone else really bothers me. I know we are not committed to each other. But I still feel the same way. Will she think I fucked Stephanie? Does she have the same feelings that I do right now?

After I arrive at her apartment complex and approach her door, I begin thinking that I need to be careful what I say. I don’t want her to think I am going crazy with jealousy. That would be a big mistake with her.

Knocking on the door, she opens it and smiles at me like she usually does. She asks me to come inside for a few minutes before we leave. I walk over to the couch and sit down where I usually do. She says she will be finished getting ready in a few minutes.

Tammy, one of her roommates, comes in the room and sits by me.

“You two got a big night planned.”

“Nothing big. Just going dancing and hanging out tonight. Going to listen to a new band tonight. I saw them last night and they were really good.”

“Look. I know you two ran into each other last night. Melissa told me earlier that she is worried about how you felt about seeing her there. She likes you Mark. I can see it in the way she talks about you.”

“Ah, I really don’t know if we should be talking about our relationship like this. I don’t want her to get mad at me.”

“She won’t get mad. I’m her best friend. I like you too Mark. I hope things work out with you two. She really needs someone like you in her life.”

“What do you mean?”

“She needs someone who thinks about her as more than just an ‘arm trophy’. A few guys have hurt her really badly in the past that only saw her as that. I hope you will stick it out with her. She can be pretty wild and crazy at times. I know her better than anyone. She needs someone she can depend on. I think you are that kind of guy.”

Just then Melissa walks into the room.

“Hitting on my date, huh?” Melissa says, sarcastically.

“Yea chick. You better grab him before I do!” she says smiling devilishly.”

“Lets go before I have to smack around my roommate,” Melissa says, grinning.

We walk down to my car without saying much to each other. While driving to get something to eat, very little is said between us. I think we both know what is on the other’s mind. The silence makes us both feel awkward.

We stop to eat at a local pizza shop. We say very little to each other. The awkward feeling keeps growing between us. We both can feel the tension building between us. We both want to know how the other is feeling about last night. What did they do last night after they left the club? But both of us are afraid to ask the other that very question.

After we eat, we drive over to the same club we both were at last night. This time we are going there together though. However, the tension is still the same as last night. I begin thinking that this probably was not the best idea. But then if I suggest going someplace else, will she think I am upset and don’t want to be where she was with Eric just the night before? We say very little on the drive over there.

After we arrive, we sit at a table to listen to the band and talk for a short time. But the conversation is strained again as we both are thinking of the previous night when we saw each other sitting with different companions.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask.

“Yea.”

A slower song is playing. At first we don’t hold each other very close like the week before. We both know there is real tension developing. But neither of us seems to know how to get past it. I move my hand to her face, pushing her hair back so I can see her face clearly. Slowly I lean down to kiss her gently. She responds to my kiss by pulling closer to me and then laying her head on my shoulder.

We still say very little to each other the rest of the time we are there. But at least we are sharing some intimacy between us. After about an hour, I realize we are saying more to friends we see there than to each other. I suggest to her that we go hang out somewhere else.

“Would you like to find someplace else to hang out?”

“Yea, I guess. Lets go back to your apartment if you want?”

“Lets go. Ronnie probably will be there with a few of his friends. We can hang out with them or in my room if you want?”

“Sounds great.”

We drive back over to my apartment. As we walk in the door, we both see Ronnie and three of his friends. We tell them hello but the whole time Melissa is pulling on my arm leading me down the hall to my room.

After she pulls me into the room, she shuts the door behind us and locks it. She walks up to me and leans up to begin a very passionate kiss. After a few moments, she pushes me toward the bed to sit down. She sits down beside me.

“Mark ... we both know that last night bothered both of us.”

“Yea, I guess running into each other like that was not a good thing.”

“We agreed to date others. But I have to admit that seeing Stephanie with you didn’t sit well with me.”

“I can’t say I enjoyed seeing you with Eric either.”

“I was worried about what you were thinking Mark. I really like you. I don’t want to screw up things between us. But I really believe we need to see others for awhile too.”

“I was worried what you were thinking too. I’m sorry I didn’t say much to you last night.”

“It’s okay, Mark. I didn’t really know what to say to you either.”

“Well ... I guess we need to compare notes ahead of time so we don’t run into each other like that,” I say chuckling.

“Speaking of comparing notes ... ahhh ... you and Stephanie ... when you left the club with her ... where did you go?”

“If I answer your question, will you answer mine?”

“Ahhh ... yea I guess,” she says somewhat hesitant and blushing.

“Okay then, I took her to her apartment. We hung out there awhile. Same question for you, where did you and Eric go after you left the club?”

“We went back to his dorm ... we hung out there awhile. What did you and Stephanie ... do?

“Wait a minute now, another question? Do I get to ask another as well?”

“Uh yea ... now what did you two do?”

“We talked awhile. Got to know each other better.”

“Answer the question, buster,” she says, with a funny but serious look.

“Well ... we had sex. Now before you say anything, what did you and Eric do?”

Hesitating for a few moments, she says, “We had sex too. Are you upset?”

“Maybe. Now my next question ... ”

“Whoa there, I get to ask one next!”

“You did. You just asked if I was upset and I said ‘maybe’.”

She hits my arm in a playful manner.

“Okay girl, you don’t want to play rough with me.”

“Oh really? You think you can take me big boy?” she says, smiling defiantly.

“Oh I know I can take you, little girl. Maybe I need to teach you a lesson,” I say playfully.

“Let me see what you got then babe!”

I pull her too me and kiss her deeply. I don’t hurt her but my grip is very firm and demanding. After kissing her hard for a few moments, I pull back to see intense lust on her face.

“Did he kiss you like that?” I ask, in a demanding tone.

“Yes.”

Pushing her back on the bed and moving over her, I begin kissing her passionately again. My mouth moves down over her neck, sucking and biting.

“Did he bite and suck on you like this?

“Yes.”

Straddling her waist as I pull her top off. Then removing her bra so her firm tits are exposed to me. I lean down to kiss and lick on her tits for a few moments. Taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking firmly while I pinch the other.

“Did he suck and lick your tits like this? Did he chew on your hard nipples?”

“Yes.”

I move off the bed so I can undo her pants and slide them off. I roughly grab her panties and pull them down her legs as well.

“Did he strip you naked like this? Did he get to see your wet pussy?”

“Yes.”

While still standing, I quickly take off my clothes. After I slide my boxer shorts off, she can see my rock-hard cock bouncing freely.

“I think you were a very bad girl last night. Turn over and put your ass up in the air where I can see it.”

She complies without hesitation. She gets on her knees on the bed with her firm tight ass close to me standing beside the bed. I feel both cheeks with my hands. Rubbing softly but firmly. I can see her tight little asshole and seriously contemplate fucking her there. But I know she is not ready for that yet.

“Did he get to feel your sexy ass like this?”

“Yes.”

“I think this bad girl needs to be taught a lesson. I think this bad girl needs some discipline? Don’t you think, bad girl?”

“Yes.”

I begin spanking her cute tight ass. I don’t hit her very hard, but my slaps are firm and can be heard clearly by both of us. I alternate between cheeks so I don’t make her sore. She looks back at me with a pure lust and desire. She whimpers from my slaps but I can see from her face that she wants me to continue.

“Such ... (slap) ... a ... (slap) ... very ... (slap) ... bad ... (slap) ... girl! ... (slap)”

“Yessss. Oh Godddd yessss!”

“Melissa, did he fuck you with his hard cock. Did he put his hard cock in your pussy and fuck you deep and hard?”

“Yessssss. Fuck me Mark, please! I need your cock in me now!”

I move closer to her and tease her pussy lips with the head of my cock. I let my cock slide in just a little. She is very tight but soaking wet. Almost as if to reclaim what I believe is mine, I drive my cock into her pussy, hard and deep in one thrust.

“Oh Goddddddd, Markkkkkkk! Fuckkkkkkkkk Meeeeeee!”

“Is this what my bad girl wants? Does she want me to pound her naughty pussy with my big cock?

“Please, please don’t stop fucking meeeee! I need your big cock in meeeee!”

My thrusts grow with intensity. I can feel the bed moving across the floor slightly as I roughly pound into her pussy from behind. My balls slap her clit time and time again. I can feel her pussy grab my cock like a vice as she explodes into an incredible orgasm.

“Ahhhhhhhh Goddddddddddd! I’m cumminggggggggggggggg! Ohhhhhhhh Fuckkkkkk Yessssssss! Yessssssssss!”

I can’t control own orgasm any longer. I yell out my own orgasm as my cock erupts deep inside her tight spasming pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk! Here it cumsssssssssssss! Fuckkkk yesssssss! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I feel her pussy squeezing my cock even tighter as my sperm splashes deep inside her. I can feel her ass pushing back into me hard, trying to become one body together with mine. After a minute, I begin to relax as my cock slips from her well-used cunt. I fall down on the bed next to her and pull her close to me.

“Are you okay baby? Did I hurt you?” I ask, with real concern.

“Oh God no, babe. That was so fucking good! I can’t remember ever cumming harder than that!”

“I can’t either. That was so intense! I was afraid you might think I was too rough.”

She leans up over me and kisses me softly.

“I loved it. I like to be taken like that sometimes. You didn’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I could never hurt you like that. I just got caught up in what I was doing and was hoping I wasn’t going too far.”

“Are you still upset that I ... fucked Eric?”

“No ... I can’t say that I am happy about it. But I’m not upset about it. Are you upset that I fucked Stephanie?”

“I’m not happy about it either. But I’m not upset with you. I guess I knew it could happen. With us still dating others.”

“Yea ... I guess we should expect that possibility. I will admit to being jealous too. I know you hate jealousy. I just couldn’t help it though. Melissa, I am falling in love with you. I can’t help but feel jealousy watching the girl ... I love ... with another guy.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, Mark. It’s okay to be jealous. It’s natural. I would have been mad if you had made a scene. But you were cool. Whenever you are in love with someone, you will be jealous when you feel left out. I ... was jealous too. I love you.”

We cuddle for a short while as we caught our breath.

“Mark, was Stephanie as good as me?”

“I can honestly say that no one has ever made me feel as good as you do. Stephanie was good. But you are much better.”

“Would you tell me if she were better than me, honestly?”

“I might tell you what she did to make me feel good. There is nothing she can do that you couldn’t do.”

“Good answer,” she says grinning, “Did she suck your handsome cock as good as me?”

“Not even close girl. Your blowjobs are the best because you can take me all the way. You are quite skilled at making a cock feel incredibly good.”

“Did she fuck you better than me?”

“No ... it’s not possible for her to be better than you.”

“Why.”

“Because I don’t love her ... I love you.”

Melissa spent the night with me. We fucked like two people in love. We took time to make the other feel good. We talked about what made the other feel good. We talked more about dating others. We talked about fucking others. We agreed to keep seeing others for a while longer. But we promised to tell the other what happens. Not out of jealousy. But, out of our desire to share with each other. We both agreed that sex and love are two different things.

We cuddled closely as we finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with her looking down at me. I feel her soft hand rubbing my chest.

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

“Morning, sexy girl. Let’s sleep in awhile longer.”

“No way. We’re going to spend the day together. Get up and lets go fuck in the shower,” she says devilishly.

She pulled me out of bed and out into the hallway toward the bathroom. Both of us are naked as we laugh quietly together. As we pass in front of Ronnie’s room, he opens the door catching a great look at the two of us. Melissa is not embarrassed though.

“Oops! I guess we were too noisy,” she says, laughing louder.

Ronnie’s eyes are glued to her naked body.

“You two kept the whole complex awake last night!” he says, laughing at us.

“Sorry guy. I will find something to gag her with today,” I say, jokingly. Of course she hits my arm playfully again.

“Oh so you wanna get rough do ya?” I say referring to last night.

“Uh oh. I guess I am in trouble again,” she says grinning at Ronnie as I pull her into the bathroom.

I pull her into the shower and we take our time touching each other. I slowly wash her firm tits enjoying the feel of her wet slippery skin. She turns so I can wash her back. As I finish with her back, my hands move to cup her tight ass.

“Am I going to get another spanking for being a bad girl again?” she asks with anticipation.

“Not this time, baby. This time I’m going to make love to this cute tight ass.”

My fingers massage her cheeks. I soap up my hands and let my fingers work their way into the valley between. I get her to bend over slightly. I let a finger rub softly over her tight little asshole. Slowly, I work a finger inside.

“Oh yes ... that feels good!”

I begin to slowly fuck her asshole with my soapy finger. Her moans tell me just how good it feels to her.

After a short time I remove my finger and let the water wash away the soap. She begins to lean back up but I stop her and ask her to bend over further. I get down on my knees in the shower and begin kissing her cheeks. I nibble on each spot I kiss and then alternate between each ass cheek. I place my hands on the sides of her thighs and move my mouth to her asshole kissing it softly. After a few more kisses, I begin to gently circle her asshole with my tongue.

After teasing her for a few moments, my tongue begins to bathe her tight little hole. I begin sucking at her asshole and then probing it with my tongue. I can feel the tight walls grabbing at my tongue as I perform this most intimate act. She moans continuously from this attention. I slide two fingers into her cunt and fuck her hungry pussy while I fuck her ass with my tongue. After spending some time making love to her ass and pussy, I stand back up and slide my cock slowly into her pussy. It only takes a few minutes for us both to cum again from our fucking and the erotic feelings that have been building between us.

After fucking her and using up all the hot water in the process, we take our time drying each other off. We take out time touching and playing with each other’s bodies. We kiss deeply. Few words need to be spoken between us. We can feel the love growing between us.

We lounge around the apartment talking more openly to each other than ever before. We share things with each other that we would not share with anyone else. A strong bond begins to form between us based on trust and love. I find out that she has many erotic adventures to share with me. I find that the more she shares, the more we can’t keep from fucking each other whenever we have the opportunity.

What I don’t know yet is how our love will be seriously tested soon. I’m soon to learn the hard lesson of how misunderstandings can escalate to major problems. It looks like things could only get better for us. Looks can be deceiving.

Chapter 4

As we spend more and more time together over the next week, we talk often about our past relationships. Melissa seems to want me to know as much about her as possible. She told me about an abusive boyfriend she had during her first semester. He was not physically abusive. But he abused her mentally and emotionally. He was the ‘big man’ on campus at the time. He used her with no regards for her feelings. It hurt her badly at the time.

I explained the things that happened with Debbie. I was fearful that she would think I was a wimp for putting up with her cheating as long as I did. But she seemed to understand how I felt. She told me she admired me for trying to make things work out. After I told her what she finally did to humiliate me, I saw a tear roll down her cheek. She was hurting for me. We consoled each other over past events. But we also grew very close. A strong bond was forming very quickly between us. We fell in love with each other.

I knew I wanted her to be my girlfriend and more. I believed then that she wanted me just the same. When I did ask her for a commitment to be my girl exclusively, she finally made a very shocking confession to me. That confession about being sexually involved with her parents made no difference to me. I was deeply in love with this girl. I wanted her to be mine now and for years to come.

I asked her for that commitment and she gave it to me. She swore to me that she would never intentionally hurt me. She swore that she would never cheat on me. She swore that she loved me deeply and wanted to be with me for years to come as well.

“Mark, I’ve never ‘cheated’ on a boyfriend. Yes, I’ve had sex with my parents and some couples as part of swinging. But I’ve never had an affair while I had a boyfriend. I promised myself years ago that I never would do that to a guy. I won’t cheat with my heart. I promise that to you as well. I promise to tell you about anything that happens with my parents and to include you in everything we do.”

“I trust you, Melissa. I’ll never cheat on our love. I have all I could ever hope to have with you. I will never hurt you like that either.”

The faith I have in her is very strong. Her confession to me alone tells me how much faith she has in me. There is little jealousy between us, which has allowed us to be open and share our thoughts and desires. The bond between us grows stronger and stronger each day.

My love for her has grown over the weeks since she became my girlfriend. Her confession to me about her sexual involvement with her parents stunned me at the time. But since then I have discovered that the idea of them having sex is very erotic. I’ve even jerked off thinking about Melissa having sex with her parents! She has offered to let me join in with them sometime soon. However, we have yet to have a real opportunity to try a foursome with them. But hope springs eternal.

Since her confession, we’ve discussed about becoming involved with group sex and swinging as a couple. Melissa told me more about the couples she has been involved with before we began dating. She and I both believe we can enjoy sex with others as long as it is something we do together as a couple. Neither one of us likes the idea of being away from the other while having sex with someone else. Sex is something we enjoy together, not separately. Melissa has a great grasp on how to separate love and sex. The love we have for each other makes our sex better than it can ever be with anyone else. There may be guys with bigger cocks or longer lasting than me. But they will never have what I have, her love.

Melissa says I’m the first guy she has ever truly been in love with. That certainly gives me one hell of an ego boost. But she also told me that I’m the first guy who could make her have orgasms regularly from just fucking. Now I’m not huge in the cock department, but I’m not small either. I’d say I could compete with or beat any average guy in the size department. I know Melissa has fucked guys with bigger cocks than mine in the past. But she says that I have something that those guys did not, her love. Melissa told me one time that size does matter. But the size of a man’s cock isn’t the primary thing either when it comes to enjoying sex. Most importantly to her are the feelings and emotions she shares with the person.

She told me after the first time we fucked that “you are a perfect fuck!” I asked her what she meant by that and she said that I was just the right size for her and I knew what to do to more than satisfy her. I told her that I bet she would not turn down a bigger cock if the opportunity were there. She surprised me when she said she would turn it down for a cock smaller than mine, depending on the man.

Melissa and I spend most evenings together. Many nights we end up sleeping together at one of our apartments. Needless to say, sleep comes much later than the time we go to bed! Melissa is insatiable. I swear I believe she could fuck and suck continuously for the rest of her life if at all possible. She is always ready for more! I always wear out before she does. I told her one night that I was sorry I had not satisfied her. She looked at me and smiled saying she was as satisfied as she could possibly be.

It is not unusual for me to wake up to her massaging my morning erection before either taking me deep in her sexy mouth or her tight little pussy. What more can a man ask for than a beautiful sexy girl that adores him along with being a slut in his bed!

This morning is no different. As I begin to awaken, I can feel Melissa’s hot mouth and tongue working on my rock hard cock. She loves to lie between my legs so she can lick and suck on me while also staring into my eyes to see my own satisfaction. Opening my eyes, I see my gorgeous lady smiling at me while rubbing my cock back and forth across her sexy lips.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“Oh fuck, baby ... you know just how to get me ‘up’ in the mornings!”

“I wish I could claim credit for making your sexy cock so hard. But it was already standing tall when I woke up. I’m just putting it to good use!” she says with her cutest smile.

“It’s rock hard because of having your sexy ass laying with me all night long. You’re a fucking dream when asleep or awake!”

“Flatterer! I think you’re just kissing ass so I’ll suck your cock off for you ... maybe even let you fuck my innocent young pussy too?” she says, teasingly, before licking up and down my cock a few times.

“I’ll kiss anything you have baby ... please don’t stop what you’re doing ... oh fuck yes!”

Watching her mouth descend over my cock is one of the most erotic sights I will ever witness. Just the thought of my cock being inside the mouth of this woman is enough to make some men lose their control and blow their load too soon. Sometimes I close my eyes because of the vision. Watching is almost as good as the feeling of her sexy lips sliding down my shaft, almost as good.

She knows just how to bring me so close to exploding but not taking me over the edge. She is very talented at taking my cock completely into her mouth and throat. She knows that I can’t take too much of this early in the morning though. She enjoys swallowing my hot cum but I know she wants her pussy to be filled instead.

I somewhat reluctantly pull back from her mouth.

“Don’t take my play toy away from me!” she says with a very sexy pout.

“Don’t worry my sexy lady. I’ll be putting your play toy someplace else for you to enjoy soon. First, there is something else that needs taking care of,” I say with a mischievous smile.

I forcefully turn her over onto her back and move between her legs. I love her so much but sometimes I just want to pound her body with my cock. Melissa loves this kind of rough sex though.

I found this out not long after we started dating regular that she likes her man to take control of her during sex. Outwardly, Melissa is anything but submissive. She hates to feel that someone is controlling her. But in the bedroom, she wants her man to take control of her.

The first time she went out and fucked Eric before she became my girlfriend, I was somewhat angry with her. She had not done anything wrong at the time. But I was in love with her. The next night when we were finally alone was when I discovered her desire to be controlled while fucking. She taunted me into treating her rough. Not rough in a manner that she gets hurt. But in a way that both of us know she is at my mercy. She likes to be fucked hard and even spanked at times. Once again, spanking not in a manner that leaves bruises. A spanking where she is submitting to her man completely is different. I could see the lust in her eyes as I spanked her sexy tight ass, talking to her like a bad little girl. Now, she will look back at me as if to say don’t you dare stop, but also letting me know she trusts me to not to really hurt her.

As my eyes gaze at her lying naked and spread open on my bed, I want to devour her just as she did my cock.

I begin kissing her soft lips passionately, my tongue finding hers in our open mouths. After kissing down her chin and neck, my lips find a hard nipple while my fingers find the other. She loves to have her nipples bitten firmly and pinched. I want her to feel all the pleasure I can give her. She moans as I chew gently, alternating between each nipple. My mouth trails down her firm stomach. I lick and gently pull at her the ring in her pierced navel with my teeth. Looking up into her eyes, I see nothing but pure lust and desire for me.

I kiss and lick my way down between her firm slender legs. I kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, tantalizingly close to her very wet pussy. She is moving her hips, trying to make my mouth touch her most precious treasure. I don’t make her wait any longer as my tongue dances lightly over her delicate lips. I intentionally avoid her clit, as I want to tease her just a little before I make her scream in pleasure. My tongue snakes between her outer lips. I use my thumbs to spread them apart to look at the wet hole that so many men would give anything to fuck just once. It is mine for now. I extend my tongue into her cunt and feel her juices flow over it. Her moans and pleading grow loader as her pleasure builds. She grabs my head with both hands to hold my mouth to her luscious cunt.

I give her what I know she wants badly. I move my lips to surround her clit and begin sucking gently. My tongue flutters across her sensitive bud, bringing forth a long deep wail from her lungs. I continue my assault on her throbbing clit as she pushes her pussy hard against my mouth. Her orgasm consumes her; she can’t take any more of this stimulation.

“Oh God, yessss ... I am cumming babe! I am cumming on your tongue! Oh God Mark! ... lick my pussyyyyyyyyyy!

I only give her a few moments to enjoy her strong orgasm before I move up between her legs and begin to push my own throbbing shaft deep inside her very tight cunt.

“Fuck me, lover ... fuck my pussy so deep and hard ... take me Mark!”

Her moans grow load as her eyes grow wide from the sudden penetration. I can feel her cunt squeezing my cock so fucking tight as she goes through a small orgasm. I begin a steady rhythm of fucking her body. Her pussy lips drag tightly along my cock as I fuck her precious pussy. She looks at me, telling me to fuck her harder and deeper.

I begin pounding into her body with mine. My cock feels like it could explode at any moment from the way her pussy squeezes it so intimately. She grabs me by my hair and demands that I fuck her even harder.

“Ohhhh fuck, Mel! I’m so close to cumming deep inside your fucking tight pussy!!”

“Fill me with all of your cum lover ... fuck me full of your hot sperm ... fuck me hard and fill me now!!”

Feeling her arms and legs wrap around me to pull me deep into her cunt as far as possible, my cock explodes as I moan loudly into her shoulder.

“Here it comes babyyyyy!!! Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk yesssss!!”

Feeling my cock erupting causes her to scream out her own orgasm. Her pussy keeps spasming around my cock as my cum fills her to overflowing. We collapse into each other’s arms. My cock is still buried in her cunt. I can still feel this insatiable girl’s pussy squeezing my cock over and over, milking every last drop from it. She looks at me with nothing but love in her eyes.

“I love you so much, Mark. I want to always feel this way. No one has ever made me feel like you do. No one. No one ever could.”

“I love you too. I feel like just lying here, holding you all day, never letting go of you. I can’t imagine a day without you in it. It would seem so meaningless.”

A tear forms in her eye, a tear of happiness. How can two people be any more intimate? How can two people love each other more? How can either of us do anything to hurt the other? Looking into each other’s eyes, we know we could never do anything but love each other.

We both hurry out of bed to jump in the shower to wash off the smell of sex from last night and this morning. I just love watching her in the shower as she touches her body and soaps it up. If we didn’t have to get to classes this morning, I would fuck her again right now! We hurry to finish our showers. Melissa wears very little makeup; she just does not need it. She put on this sexy yellow top that really shows off her firm tits. She slips on some sexy shorts and before long we are headed out the door to go to classes.

As we leave the apartment and close the door, Melissa says she will drive her car too. She wants to go by to see an older lady that she knows well who just got out of the hospital. She says she didn’t know she was in the hospital until yesterday when she found out she had been discharged. I ask her if I know the lady and she says she doubts it. We are both in a bit of a rush or I would have pursued it further. But I really was not concerned as she has many friends I still have yet to meet. She kisses me quickly with a look in her eyes promising me much more later today.

Classes move along at their normal pace. I get to see Melissa a few times between classes but usually we only have a few minutes to see each other. We usually try to talk but sometimes it becomes a quick make-out session too! Melissa finishes classes about an hour before I do, so she usually waits around on me.

Melissa catches up with me before my last class. She tells me she will go ahead on to see her friend so we will have the afternoon to ourselves. She tells me to call her on her cell phone when I get out of my last class. Standing outside my classroom, she kisses me like she usually does, passionately. It seems that whatever she does is always done with passion. She doesn’t ever seem to care that we are in public. She has told me she loves me deeply and doesn’t care that others watch her express it. How can a guy argue with that!

She begins walking down the hall away from me. She keeps looking back and smiling at me, the smile she only gives to me. Looking at her I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have her. I watch other guys turn to stare at her as she passes them. They can see the beauty just as I can. But the looks she gives me with her eyes and smile lets me know that only I can have her heart.

I run on to my class only to discover that the professor has canceled it. The first thought that pops into my head is maybe I can catch up with Melissa and we can go see her friend together and then have the rest of the afternoon to ourselves. I begin running across campus to the parking lot just in time to see her pulling out in her car. I figure I can follow her to her friend’s place and then let her know about the canceled class. I realize I don’t have much time though. I need to catch up to her because she didn’t say where this lady lived.

Luckily, Melissa gets caught at the first traffic light and I am able to get a few cars behind her. I think, “Why not call her on her cell phone?” I decide to wait and surprise her though.

I follow her toward a familiar apartment complex. At first I don’t think much about this. I assume this lady could live just about anywhere. As she pulls into the entrance to the complex, a thought overwhelms my mind. This is the complex where her last boyfriend Daniel has an apartment. I slow down out of some instinctive curiosity to see exactly where she is going. Her friend could easily live in one of these apartments. I watch with increasing curiosity as she parks in a very familiar place, in front of Daniel’s building.

I pull into a space down from her; just to see what apartment she will go too. In my mind I know this can only be a coincidence. There is no way she will be going to Daniel’s apartment. She couldn’t. She would never do something like this to me. I watch as she gets out of her car. She has a handbag that I recall seeing in her backseat a number of times but never thought to ask what is in it. She walks a few steps toward the building. She stops for a few moments to look around the parking lot as if to see if she sees anyone she knows.

From where I’m parked, she can’t make out that I’m there watching her. I feel like I am now spying on the woman I love which gives me a very uneasy feeling. She almost seems worried that someone she knows will see her. I begin getting a very sick feeling about what I am watching. After she looks around for a few moments, she walks toward the building. She begins walking up the steps quickly to the apartments that are upstairs.

Each building has four apartments, two upstairs and downstairs. Daniel’s is one of the two upstairs. The sick feeling I have grows worse. She won’t go to Daniel’s apartment. She can’t. My heart begins pleading for her to go to the other apartment.

As she reaches the top of the stairs, she stops for a moment and looks at Daniel’s apartment door. Then walks toward it. I watch as she knocks on the door, which almost immediately opens. I can see Daniel and it is so obvious that he is expecting her. He has this big smile on his face as she walks past him into the apartment. He looks like a guy that knows he is about to get what he desires most, my girlfriend! She steps inside quickly and just as quickly a smiling Daniel closes the door.

My Melissa is now inside her old boyfriend’s apartment. She told me she was going to see a sick lady that just got out of the hospital. Daniel looks nothing like a lady and he looked to be smiling too much to be sick. He looked like someone that was feeling wonderful. He looked like a person about to feel even better, with my girlfriend!

Tears begin to flow from my eyes uncontrollably. The woman I thought loved me so much is cheating on me. The woman that promised she would never deceive me has lied to me and is now with her former lover in his apartment. I feel numb and sick. How could she do this to me? How can she go behind my back like this? How long has this been going on? Am I that blind that I didn’t realize she was cheating on me wit