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I heard her car pulling into the driveway, and then I heard the car door open and shut. Her heels made that distinctive “click clack” noise as she walked on the sidewalk and approached my front door. My fiancee … my beautiful, adorable, lovable future wife… would be walking through that door in the next five seconds.
I had plans for Lynn tonight … for us. Plans for us in the bedroom, for something that she might not want to do, but she would do it to placate me. And, once she did it, she would love it and want to do it again… or if she didn’t love it, I wouldn’t care. I’d probably be moving on down the road.
I had given up caring about her, about her feelings, about her welfare, about her safety, about her comfort… I had given up caring about anything concerning her… except that I wanted to use her for my own sexual pleasure, I wanted revenge, and I would do all that I could to accomplish my goals. I wanted to humiliate her even more than she had humiliated me.
If you are judging me for having such a Machiavellian attitude towards my lovely fiancee, let me explain. When I described her as “my beautiful, adorable, lovable fiancee,” all of those statements are true, but… there is one other descriptor that applies to her with equal force. She was also a cheater.
I had recently learned about her infidelity and it was time for her to pay the price for what she had done to me. She thought I was clueless and that she had me fooled, but tonight she would learn the truth. I would call her out with enough details about her betrayals that she would think she had been under high level surveillance for months. She would be scared to tell me any more lies, because she would assume that I knew everything about her affair. And she would submit to me.
I would show her the engagement ring that I had purchased and tell her that my plans to propose would be put on hold. I’d also tell her that, depending on how she responded to my demands, I would consider getting engaged at some time in the future. However, I knew that I would never propose and that Lynn would never become my wife.
She was the woman I loved and adored with all of my soul, and I thought she loved me with equal devotion, but I guess I misjudged her. Or maybe something happened that made our train run off the tracks. Who knows? And now, I wanted to use her and degrade her and make her feel humiliated in a way she would never forget.
What in the hell had happened to us?
* * *
We met when we had both recently graduated from college. We both grew up in Tampa, and we both attended the University of Florida, but I never knew her until we met at the wedding of mutual friends after college. I was in Sigma Chi and she was a Tri-Delt; we had friends in common, but we never once met during our college days.
After graduation, I got a job in my field – chemical engineering – in Tampa and I rented an apartment in a nice complex. I loved my parents but returning to their home would have been a mistake for all of us. I enjoyed the freedom and the lifestyle of a young, successful bachelor and really felt like I was on top of the world.
My fraternity brother, Billy Jackson, was getting married to Meredith Bivens, who was also a Tri-Delt at Florida. Billy and I weren’t the closest of friends, but we had a friendly relationship, and when I received the invitation, there was no doubt that I would attend. After all. .. weddings brought out the mating instincts in all single females and the odds of getting laid were much higher if I spent time checking out the single women at the reception.
The wedding was at an Episcopal church in South Tampa and the reception was at the Palma Ceia Golf & Country Club, the oldest country club in Tampa and the favorite hangout for most of the old money in the bay area. That meant it was a formal affair. My parents had bought me a tux after I joined the fraternity because we had formal events twice a year. Buying a tux saved them money, and I wore it at least six or seven times during college. Now, I would wear it again.
Another one of my fraternity brothers, Ron, came down from Jacksonville for the wedding and he stayed at my place, so we drove to the wedding together. When we entered the church, I looked around, trying to spot potentially single females I might know from my time in Gainesville. There were a number of pretty girls there but they all had husbands or dates by their side and the event did not look promising so far. Soon, the bridal party started entering, with bridesmaids escorted by groomsmen.
That was when I spotted the woman who I would later learn was the beautiful, adorable, and lovable Lynn. The groomsman escorting her appeared to be at least 10 years older than her, so I thought maybe that was an older brother of the bride or groom. Well, maybe she didn’t have a boyfriend sitting in the congregation and I could try approaching her at the reception.
When I first saw her, I was interested but not overwhelmed by her appearance. She was cute fındıkzade escort but not stunningly beautiful. She was probably about 5′ 2″, and couldn’t have weighed more than 115 lbs. She had clear alabaster skin which provided a distinct contrast to her lake blue eyes. Her blond hair was stylish and not quite shoulder length.
The bridesmaids’ dresses were quite form-fitting and it was obvious that her boobs were not larger than 32B, but they looked very proportionate to her body. Whatever ass she had, it was concealed by the dress she was wearing, but it couldn’t have been very big. Probably tiny, I thought. That’s okay, I mused to myself. I am not a fan of big tits and big asses. Hell, I probably would never have the chance to see her tits or ass anyway, so why did it matter?
I nudged Ron, pointed towards her, and quietly asked, “Do you know that girl?
“Yeah, sure,” he responded in a whispered voice. “I’ll tell you all about her on the way to the reception.”
“Who gives this woman. .. we are gathered here today… the two become one… do you promise to honor and cherish… repeat after me… I now pronounce you…” and then it was over. At last! I hate sitting through wedding ceremonies. They both make all these promises to be loyal forever, and within two years, half of them are filing for divorce.
Soon enough, the wedding ceremony was finished. The wedding party remained at the church for some pictures while everyone else went ahead to the reception. Ron and I got in my car and started the fifteen minute drive to the club.
“Okay, so who is that chick?” I demanded.
“Ray, my man, where have you been for the past four years? That’s Lynn Gordon,” he responded. I expected more details but they weren’t immediately forthcoming.
“And I’m supposed to know that?” I asked.
“Okay, here’s the story. She was a Tri-Delt at Florida. She was in our graduating class, finance major, she came to a lot of our mixers, and she dated Houser our junior year. Dude, why in the fuck don’t you remember her? Were you doing drugs for four years,” he laughed. Houser was one of our fraternity brothers.
“The story I heard was that she was a tease. Kept telling Houser how good it was going to be, and he was kinda smitten with her, so he waited three months, but she still wasn’t giving up any pussy. Not even a hand job, didn’t let him touch her tits… nothing. Houser finally gave up, sent her packing, and that’s when he started dating Michelle… Tri-Delt Michelle.” That was the girl he was still dating when we graduated.
“Is Houser here at the wedding? I didn’t see him.” I asked.
“I didn’t see him either but I really thought he would be here. He lives just across the bay, you know, in St. Pete. Maybe he didn’t wanna see Lynn and thought it would be drama, especially if he’s still dating Michelle.”
“You want to know if she’s available now? Answer is… I don’t know. Our senior year, she was supposedly hot and heavy with one of the SAE’s, but I don’t know if they broke up before graduation. No idea what her deal is now. I don’t know if she’s still the ice queen, no idea how much fun she would be, but… she seems like a longshot to me,” Ron said with a tone of voice which suggested that this was the end of his repost about the girl.
“You might be right, but I didn’t see many unattached girls at the wedding, so she might be the only choice, and… maybe it’s time to take on a challenge,” I concluded.
All the fun is at the reception, with the open bar, good food, and single women amped up with an extra dose of estrogen and pussy juice just waiting to flow. But I really wasn’t sure there would be women lining up waiting for their turn to fuck me… not tonight.
At most wedding receptions, these single girls want to maintain the illusion that they are highly desirable wifey material and any guy should be willing to pay $1,000 just for the privilege of hearing her fart. Invariably, they drink white wine, trying to project a sophisticated image.
But after their third glass of wine, their pretenses drop, their need to get fucked takes over, and at least half of them will llet a guy pull down their panties and fuck them senseless long before the bride and groom ever get to the honeymoon suite. The other half actually were wife material, but getting married was not my immediate goal. I just wanted to pull down a girl’s panties and fuck that pussy.
When we arrived, I looked around, surveying the gathering for single women who looked good enough to fuck. I really didn’t see any candidates except Lynn. So, I guess I needed to take my chances with the queen and see what might develop.
The reception began with dinner and I made sure that Ron and I were seated near Lynn, facing her, so that I could make eye contact with her. She saw me glancing at her a few times throughout the meal and she smiled at me.
After dinner, I approached her, introduced myself, and asked if she would aksaray escort like to dance. ALL women with two legs love to dance at weddings, and Lynn was no exception. We danced a few fast songs and then we took a break. I got each of us a drink and then we sat and talked. We had lots of friends in common and were both surprised that we had never met in Gainesville. Lynn lived not far from my apartment in Tampa and that news made.her a bit less challenging.
The band started playing a slow song and I invited Lynn back to the dance floor. She hesitated and looked in my eyes in a way that seemed to be making a request, but that look quickly disappeared and we were soon embraced for what dance instructors call the “hug and wobble.” I had my hands on her hips and she had her head resting on my shoulder. I reached around her with my right hand and placed it in the small of her back, applying the most subtle pressure to pull her body even closer.
Lynn turned her head so that she could whisper in my ear. “You seem like a nice guy, and if you’d like to see me again, the answer is yes, but… if you ask your fraternity brothers, they’ll call me a frigid bitch because I never had sex with Henry,” referring to Houser. It never happened because I realized all he wanted was to get laid, and I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to have sex with you just because you bought me a cheeseburger and fries… even if you’re cute. So, if you’re like that, please don’t waste my time.” Then she stood on her tiptoes, placed a delicate kiss on my cheek, and whispered, “You’re cute, and you seem to be a nice guy, so I hope that’s not all you’re looking for.”
* * *
I got her phone number and called her a few days later. I invited her to join me for a dinner date at Bern’s Steakhouse and she immediately accepted. Who wouldn’t? Bern’s is a world class steak house! If you don’t believe me, Google it!
I wanted to show her that I am a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady and that I was not hanging around just for sex. Dinner at Bern’s is always a great experience and our date was no exception. The conversation flowed easily as we discussed old friends, our favorite hangouts around the Bay area, and our dreams for the future. Lynn was very bright, articulate, and not afraid to express herself.
After dinner, I took her to an old piano bar on the Courtney Campbell Causeway, we had a few drinks, and we danced just a little. When I saw that it was past midnight, I suggested that I should take her home, even though it was a Friday night and neither of us needed to go to work the next day. She looked at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face, so I explained, “I’ve had a great evening but, since I’m driving, I don’t want to drink any more and… I hope we can just save some of those laughs for our next date. I know guys aren’t supposed to tell you that they like you on a first date, but I don’t follow the rule book.” She looked at me and smiled, then we headed for the exit.
As we walked to my car, I reached for her hand and held it in mine. “I’m a hand holder,” I confessed. “Kissing and the other stuff is great, but holding hands is a special connection… and especially when you see those couples that have been married for fifty years and they still hold hands.”
“Me, too,” she acknowledged. “It makes me feel like a young girl on her very first date, all over again.”
When we arrived at her apartment, I quickly got out and walked around to open her door for her. My fraternity insisted that all brothers conduct themselves like gentlemen and I knew how to treat a lady and make her feel special. I held her hand as we walked to her front door. She stopped and turned towards me.
“If this is an act, it’s very convincing, and very appealing, and I’ll be very disappointed if this isn’t the real you,” she said as she looked into my eyes.
“Lynn, I know you’ve had some bad relationships but Ii hope you won’t let the past ruin the way you see the present. I get it that you are not all about just having sex and I intend to respect that… as long as I can, ’cause you’re a real cute girl and I am seriously attracted to you. Now, here’s what you need to know about me.”
“Inside every gentleman is a man, and the man inside me wants you very badly. You are a very desirable woman but I don’t just want your body. I had fun with you tonight and you seem to be a really great person and I think I want all of you – the whole package – so we don’t need to rush anything. Except this… this can’t wait.”
And I immediately leaned forward and placed my lips on her, softly and gently at first, but our kiss became passionate and desperate until I broke away from her and said, “Oh, no… if you want more, you’ll need to wait. I’m not that kind of guy!”
She laughed and I laughed, and then I leaned back in, kissed her on the cheek, and said good night. I really was “being myself” that night, not putting on an act, but on the way home, I reviewed eyüp escort the evening. I think I scored an A+!
* * *
We talked on the phone a few times over the next week, and I asked her for a second date. She readily agreed and I suggested a sunset dinner cruise on Tampa Bay. She loved the suggestion, I made the reservations, and picked her up on Saturday afternoon.
The dress for the cruise was casual so Lynn was not decked out as she had been for Bern’s Steak House, but she still looked great. With her body, she could wear a football uniform and look cute. She looked like the hot young girl-next-door and she projected an innocence that I knew did not accurately summarize her persona.
Lynn was not exactly a babe in the woods, she had experienced not many but at least one or two sexual relationships, and she wasn’t jaded whatsoever. Sex was still a big deal to her and I knew it might be months before we got to that point – if we made it that far at all – but we were having fun and I thought she was worth waiting for, so I spent my time getting to know her instead of just trying to get in her panties.
We had a nice dinner and actually saw a few dolphins playing in the bay. The captain was narrating the sights that we could see and, as the sun was setting, he announced that it was customary for couples to exchange a kiss when the sun disappeared below the horizon. When the sun was almost gone, I turned to Lynn and said, “You know, we can’t break the tradition!” I put my arms around her, looked into her eyes, and said “I’m having a great time with you,” and then I gave her a kiss that could never be mistaken for a platonic kiss. We watched and, as the city lit up, I reached for her hand and held it gently.
The remainder of the date was spent with either my arms around her or holding hands. When we docked, it was about 10 pm and a bit too early to call it a night but Lynn said that she was feeling a bit tired and she suggested that we “call it a night.”
I drove her back to her apartment and walked her to her door. We were standing face-to-face with our bodies separated by only a few inches. She started to say, “I had a really nice…” but she never got to finish the sentence because I was delivering a passionate kiss to her soft, sweet lips.
It went on for perhaps fifteen seconds, then we parted our lips and she said, “I’m going in to take a cold shower and you are going home to take a cold shower, too. And if the cold shower doesn’t work, I guess my battery-operated boyfriend might get a workout. Sorry if that’s TMI, but… I do want you… I just need to know that you want more than just sex and that you won’t disappear as soon as you do the deed and leave your seed.”
“And when you’re ready for it, I’ll give you everything you want,” I responded. I then leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, and said, “You’re different from every other girl I’ve ever dated. I hope you’re not a witch! And if you want, I’ll go ahead and get an STD test, just to prove what I already know.”
“If you’re gonna do that, then I’ll do that, too. Fair is fair,” she responded. “And just so you know, I take birth control pills regularly, even though I haven’t had a partner in a while. You never know when you’re gonna meet someone special.”
I smiled and said goodnight, then turned and headed back to my car.
* * *
The next few dates were similar. Lynn made an effort to look her best and she gave me her undivided attention. We held hands, kissed, flirted, and made suggestive comments. I even fondled her boobs once, with my hands on her blouse. I felt her nipples get hard but … we didn’t have sex. I wanted to have sex with Lynn. I REALLY wanted to have sex with Lynn, but I was being patient. Then, about a month later, on a Monday, we were talking on the phone and I asked if there was something that she wanted to do that coming weekend. Out of the blue, she asked, “Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?”
“I love it,” I instantly replied. “You want to go out for Italian?”
“No,” she responded. “I thought we could stay in and I’ll cook for us… you know, I think I should prove to you that I actually have some domestic skills.” She laughed.
“Sounds great. When?”
“Friday, be here by 7 pm. I’ll provide the food but maybe you can bring a bottle or two of red wine, and… if we drink both bottles of wine, it might not be safe for you to drive home, so… why don’t you bring an overnight bag. I think it’s time for us to have dessert!”
I didn’t ask her to clarify her last comment. I simply assumed that she had decided it was time for us to start having sex and I was more than ready to give her what she wanted.
* * *
I arrived at Lynn’s apartment around 6:45 on Friday afternoon. She seemed a little bit nervous, unlike her relaxed nature on our previous dates, Yes, I was as horny as a guy can be, but I wanted to continue being respectful and making her feel that she was still in control. As she was standing at the stove, I walked up and stood behind her, placed my arms around her waist, and whispered, “As much as I want you, I don’t want you to feel pressured. If it doesn’t happen tonight, yeah, I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t get mad and I’ll still keep dating you. I think you’re the real deal and you’re definitely the girl I want to introduce to my mother.”
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