Rudy Ch. 4: Stacey
Can two broken hearts heal each other?
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Category: Romance.
TAGS: Cheating, Creampie, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marriage, Seduction, Student sex, True Love
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Background:
This story is plays off in South Africa before the introduction of cell phones in 1994. The academic year starts January/February and ends November/December.
Students interested in teaching positions at government schools are required to complete the 'Higher Educational Diploma' (HED), which is a post graduate diploma.
'Onderstepoort' is a veterinary institute of the University of Pretoria (Tuks), the only one of its kind in South Africa and the main research center for veterinarian sciences.
Earlier in the series:
Chapter 1
: Rudy and Lisa shared rides, and a room in a guest house, during their trips between Stellenbosch and Pietersburg over breaks on the University's calendar. They've met in the University's mice lab, where Lisa experimented with garlic, an anecdotal cure for low male fertility. Their paths separated, both clinging onto the hope/promise that they'll meet again.
Chapter 2
: Justin deflowered his long-time sweetheart, Stacey. Their paths crossed briefly with Rudy and Lisa when they overnight in the same guest house. Justin cheated on Stacey, ending their relationship.
Chapter 3
: Lisa married another when she discovered that Rudy loved someone else. Rudy was devastated when he learned that Lisa didn't wait for him, and that she had married someone else.
This Chapter can entirely be read on its own, any pre-knowledge required of earlier chapters are included in the text.
Spoiler alert: There are references to events in earlier chapters which the interested reader should read first. Hyperlinks are provided above for quick reference.
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Local words
Maties: University of Stellenbosch
Matric: The final school year, equivalent to Grade twelve, or Senior year of Secondary school. Most scholars turn eighteen during their matric year.
Tuks: University of Pretoria
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Acknowledgements:
I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (multiple times) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.
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February - University of Pretoria
Dr. Steyn clapped his hands to get the choir's attention; it was already ten minutes past the scheduled end time of the practice session. "Okay everybody, listen up. We're all a bit rusty, and I know this is our first practice of the new year, so I'll keep it short. Can I ask you to prepare both pieces that we did tonight for our next practice."
"Maestro, Maestro, can I say something?" It was Helen, the accompanist, who wanted a word. She had raven-black hair, cut in a bob.
Dr. Steyn looked at her. "Please, go ahead."
Helen walked to the front of the choir and took her stance next to Dr. Steyn, her lime green tank top offering glimpses of her athletic waist. She cleared her throat. "I've looked at the planning our Maestro gave us, and the road ahead will be tough. For those interested in a relaxed social, I've booked a table at 'Uncle Larry's Lounge', all are welcome... It is going Dutch, though, everyone pays their own way." She saw the frown on a few of the new members' faces and continued. "If you take a left at the gate, it is about two blocks away on the right."
Rudy was one of the first to pitch at Uncle Larry's, and waited for a familiar choir face before going in. Helen was short on his heels and towed him inside to the reserved table. Rudy took a seat at the end of the table and Helen slipped in next to him.
Helen was doing her M.Mus, and was, like Rudy, older than the rest of the choir. She opted to sit next to Rudy, hoping to have a more mature chat than what could be expected from a raw first-year student (University freshman).
More choir members arrived, and the lounge's staff added another table next to Rudy to extend the table. Orders were taken, and soon all had a filled glass of refreshment.
Helen stood up, and looked around to see if all had a glass in front of them. "Hey guys and girls, let's drink to a wonderful year, where we'll make good music and even better friends." She raised her glass of wine. "So, cheers."
While standing, she started to tap someone's glass in front of her. After that, a glass from her right clinked while she tried to get seated again.
Once seated, another glass from across the table clinked against Helen's glass. Out of nowhere, a mug filled with beer clunked against Rudy's glass of red wine.
Rudy got up and knocked a teaspoon against his glass to get everybody's attention. He waited for all to quiet down. "You're all doing it wrong. If you drink on a toast, you need to look the other person in the eyes when you clink your glasses, like this..." He sat down, looked at Helen and held his glass in her direction. He waited until she looked him in the eyes, before he moved his glass to clink hers.
Clinks started to pierce through the murmur which followed and most people seemed to look into the other person's eyes. "Why would you do that?" It was one of the altos who had to raise her voice over the murmur to be heard.
Rudy chuckled and spoke up for everybody to hear. "If you don't, you'll have seven years of bad sex."
A flurry of clinks erupted accompanied by a cacophony of 'Cheers'. Some added 'To great sex'.
"Do you know why it is bad for sex?" It was the alto's tenor friend asking the question. All went quiet while everybody looked at Rudy.
Rudy stood up again, and spoke up so all could hear him. "The origin of the tradition isn't very clear and probably originated in the Middle Ages, or shortly thereafter. From the time a king or a knight may want to poison someone else. To prevent this, the parties who clinked their glasses, or mugs, or whatever they used at the time, had to look each other in the eye with the glasses toughing each other in their peripheral vision. It was seen as a bad omen if you look at the glasses, as they hit each other, as it was thought that you wanted to transfer poisoned wine into the other glass. The idea of being poisoned when someone doesn't look you in the eye when you clinked glasses evolved into having bad sex over time."
Another round of clinking followed while Rudy sat down. Helen held her glass in his direction. "So, you hoped for good sex when you clinked my glass while looking in my eyes?"
Rudy blushed. "I wasn't trying to imply anything when I did it. I thought that you would be ideal for the demonstration. Firstly, because you are older and more mature, and secondly, I noticed that you..."
Helen put her finger on Rudy's lip. "You'll understand that I don't want word to come out. And to achieve that, I have a mutually beneficial proposal for you."
Rudy raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Mutually beneficial? That sounds interesting?"
Helen took a deep breath. "I'm seeing a dark, stormy sea in your eyes when I look at you. I've seen it before, mostly in the eyes of men who are deeply in love, but whose love is far away. The feeling of love stirs the storm in your eyes. But the uncertainty of the situation casts a dark shadow over the storm."
Rudy nodded his head. "You're a fine observer, what do you have in mind?"