Sharon and I became quite the item for the rest of my senior year. But I never had the connection I had with Angie. Sharon had a great body and an insatiable appetite for sex, but she was not a great person out of bed. She was shallow and most of our time together was spent in bed or figuring out where our next fuck session would be. With Angie, we enjoyed doing things together as people - going to shows, attending concerts, and just cuddling and sharing our lives without having to have sex to complete an evening. I never really realized how much I missed that aspect of a relationship until I no longer had it.
What finally made my mind up to go find Angie and marry her before it was too late was a letter that Brad forwarded to me from Angie. She had written me on a somewhat regular basis since she left, but she finally stopped because I never answered her back, or even tried to call her even though she had given me her number (which I promptly lost).
I was the world's biggest fool, and I didn't want to lose the only meaningful relationship I had ever had. Brad left a message on the machine one night and told me that he had forwarded a letter Angie wrote him about me. He said I needed to read it.
I waited until the house was empty (no sense anyone seeing me cry like a baby when I found out Angie was married or engaged or something) and I opened the letter. She had told Brad the latest news about where they were living, asked about Janie and how the rest of my family was doing, and then she said to give the rest of this letter to me without opening it. It was just for me. There was a sealed envelope with "My love" written on it. I began to tear up. This had to be a "Dear Oscar" letter, and I didn't want to read it, but I knew I had to.
Oscar:
I miss you so much. I realize it's been over a year since we last saw each other and you probably have forgotten me by now (no I haven't). I will never forget you, somehow I can't (my God, I must have left the trigger in!). You don't know how many times I've wanted to just leave my folks and come back to you, but you've never given me a sign that you want me back.
I've tried to date here where we are living now, and I've even tried to have sex with a few of the nice guys, but I can't go through with it. I see your face and I start to cry. Damn, I wish my dad had never got that promotion. We could be planning our college futures now, if not our wedding. Sorry, I didn't mean to presume marriage, but I can't stand the thought of us not being together.
I've told Brad to give you this letter without opening it or reading it. I'm coming to visit him and Naty at the college next Friday. If you still have feelings for me like I have for you, please meet me there. We have unfinished business, and I have a surprise for you. I don't know if you're going to like the surprise, but you have to know.
If you don't come, I'll know it's over and I'll try to get on with my life. The not knowing is the worst. God, how I wished you would have written me back, but I guess you haven't had the time or the desire.
Until next Friday (I hope),
Angie
I read and reread that letter four or five times, and I got sadder and sadder each time. I wanted to meet Angie, but I had no idea how to get to the college. I checked the envelope the letter came in, but there was no return address. I had long since erased my answering machine messages. I thought about Yvonne or Steve, but they were in college on the other coast and I had no way of contacting them either. Sharon didn't know Brad, and I was certain my folks or Jeannie had no idea either. Besides, Jeannie was off on a trip with the folks until the weekend herself, and no help either. Brad and I rarely talked anymore - he was busy with classes (and Naty) and I was busy screwing every girl that would screw me along with a more regular session with Sharon. I only knew one person who might know how to get ahold of Brad, but I hated asking her. Janie was the only connection I had to him anymore, and she still hated me. The last person I wanted to ask for a favor was her, but she was my only shot.
I called Janie on the phone and her first response was that she had two bimbos lined up for me Friday, and hoped that was enough. She started to hang up, and I yelled one phrase "Please Janie, you have to help me!!!" Dead silence. I thought she was going to hang up on me, but I finally heard laughter, loud uncontrollable laughter.
"You actually need help from ME??? And you expect me to do it? Why don't you just force me to, like you force me to take that disgusting cock of yours into my pussy? You're good at forcing people, aren't you? What the hell do you want?"
I deserved all that, and I wasn't angry, I was desperate. "Janie, if you help me this one time, I'll forget I even know you. I'll remove my power from you and you can screw all the girls you want and not have to send them to me anymore. (If I got Angie back, I wouldn't want any other girls anyway) I'll even send you some of the girls I've screwed that like women to you. Will you help me?"
"If you do all that, and one other thing - you get Angie to fuck me on a regular basis and become my girlfriend. Then I tell you. Otherwise, go fuck yourself!"
No matter how much I wanted Brad's address at college, I couldn't let Janie have Angie, and she knew it. She never wanted to help me, but my power wouldn't let her refuse me, so she agreed to do it by making me do something she was sure I would never do. But then I had a thought. Yes this would work, in fact, if I knew Angie, she'd love it!!!
"Okay, Janie. I'll do what you ask. But you're on your own with Angie. If she wants you, fine, I won't force her, but I won't forbid her either. You have to convince her yourself. You seem to be pretty good with most of the girls you want, so Angie shouldn't be too tough. Now will you tell me what I need to know?"
"All right, but remember, you promised, and the only saving feature you have as a rotten male, is that you don't lie. What do you need to know?"
"Do you know where Brad is at college? He and Naty invited me up there, but I have no idea where it is, and I don't want to get lost. I don't even know how to contact them anymore as I've lost the phone number."
"That was important enough to let me go? Something's fishy here, but I don't care. Here is his number, and his dorm and room. Now let me go, I have a date with a nice little redhead that I was going to send to you, but now I can screw her myself Friday instead." She was laughing meanly as she hung up the phone. I wrote the information down and called the dorm room. I got Naty (kind of surprising - it was the middle of the day).
"Naty, Oscar here, is Brad around?"
"Oscar! We'd thought you'd died or something? How come you've never called us?"
I hoped my embarrassment wouldn't show over the phone. "I lost the number" I said in a small voice.
Naty chuckled. "Yeah, that's not surprising. You probably were too busy screwing anything with a cunt you could find. Brad just came back from class. Here he is."
Brad came on the line out of breath. "Hey Oscar, nice to hear from you after all this time. What's going on?"
"Angie wrote me that she was coming up to meet you next Friday. She asked me to come too, if I wanted to see her. I sure do. Can you tell me how to get up there?"
Brad's tone of voice changed to concern. "You're not coming up to break off with her, are you? I don't want my sister hurt like that. Besides, she seems to be hurting enough from you as it is. What good would it do to show up now? If you just want to fuck her again, find somebody else instead. I don't want her feelings hurt again. She still loves you, you know, and it's tearing both of us up to know that you abandoned her."
Ouch!
How can I tell Brad how I feel, when I don't really know myself? No, that's not true. I love Angie, I probably always have, but easy fucking kept me too busy to understand. "Brad, you didn't see that letter Angie sent me did you?"
"No, it was for you, alone. I figured she had finally made peace with herself and was breaking it off with you. That's what it was wasn't it?"
"No, it wasn't It was a letter that finally caused the biggest fool in three states to wake up. She was pleading with me to tell her how I feel about her face to face. She was tired of trying to connect with me long distance. I knew about halfway through that letter that I had hurt the most important person I've ever had in my life, and I want nothing more than to make this right. I want your sister and I want her forever, if she'll still have me." That's all I could say as I was in tears again.
Brad didn't say anything for a few minutes, then "I don't know whether to believe you or not, but you have never lied to any of us. I guess I can trust you. After all, you're probably the one most responsible for me meeting Naty. Do you know why Angie is coming up here next Friday?"
"No I don't, she didn't tell me in the letter."
"She's going to be Naty's maid of honor at our wedding. I need a best man, how about you, pal?" the smile came through the phone.
"Yes! I'd be honored. Why didn't you tell me before? I would have come up there myself before this."
"I'm kinda embarrassed, but we lost your number, too. How did you ever get our number, anyway?"
"Janie"
"Janie??? She gave you information like that without being forced? I don't believe it." The astonishment also transferred through the phone.
"No, she didn't. I had to take all my power holdings away from her, and I had to promise other things. I don't want to talk about them because they involve Angie. But I think she'll like what I have planned for her cousin."
"You always did have a devious mind. Anyway, I've got to get to my next class. Here's all the info you need. I'll be glad to see you next Friday too, and I know Naty will also. Angie is supposed to call tomorrow. You want me to tell her you're coming?"
"Please do, and tell her I've missed her as much as she's missed me. By the way, she said she had a surprise for me, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? I have no clue what she means."
"Uh huh, I do, but I'm not gonna spoil it for her. I will say that it's something that you won't expect, and you might not like it." He hung up the phone and I was left wondering.