Teddy And The Bitch

Teddy And The Bitch

Copyright Catcher78 All rights reserved. My stories are my own and not to be used by anyone.

Everyone fucking in this story is eighteen (18) years old at least.

In 1997 Beth and I had been fuck buddies for four months, umm well I was head over heels in love with her, and my name was legion to borrow a phrase. How is it that you can meet a woman and within minutes or an hour, everything about her is enthralling? Her smell, her soft neckline. She had soft blonde hair, there was a faint discoloration on the top of her left breast. The taste of her lipstick and that soft tongue. She had all my senses on alert, as she casually moved against my groin the night we met. She later told me she was a virgin when we fucked the first time, but I had the sense that she'd used other part of her body to satisfy other men.

We were on a double date, some six months later with her BFF Dutchie and my best friend Keith being the other couple. We had shared a half case of Lucky Draft and some brownies. We were in the Seattle neighborhood of Magnolia overlooking the locks as the water from Lake Washington empties into Puget Sound.

Keith had a Volkswagen so Beth and I walked half a block away into this yard from a nice home against the water and we didn't think anyone was home and Beth leaned up against the house with her hands on the siding. I pulled her pants and panties down and off her left foot, she was wearing these cute corky sandals and I buried my face and tongue fucked her sweet ass and reached around and strummed her clit.

Beth started breathing like a teakettle on the boil and I stood up to take my pants off and there were four cops watching and the biggest one said, "Get out a here you little shit." He shoved me away as I left the yard I looked back and one of the black cops was already fucking her as she was riding on his lap and another cop had his cock in her mouth.

So, I walked back up to where Keith and Dutchie were and she was in the back seat with her feet locked behind her head and Keith was driving his cock deep in her snatch. He was pretty big as these things go and he was howling like a dog and she kept saying, "Fuck me daddy," over and over again. I wondered if either of them heard the other and I didn't think so.

I'm Teddy Benedict and everyone in the story is eighteen or older, especially Beth's new fuck buddies. I had the suspicion that even though I took her cherry, she had started to fuck a lot of people and I was a year older than her and she was still in high school and I was going to the University of Washington and playing baseball and my brother Bill had died two months ago randomly in a wreck, he was ten years older than me.

I walked down past Keith's Volkswagen towards the water and sat on an embedded four by eights the hard dirt on the bank. It was March and I had to get back home.

I was kind of noodling around about trying to level set my fucked up life and not think about Bill or Beth. She could not give a shit about me or my heart and the reality of never seeing or talking to. It was so beautiful I could see the Olympic Mountains and they were spectacular and snow covered. There was not any boat traffic and then Dutchie was sitting against me with her head on my shoulder and she said, "Where's Beth?"

I said, "I know where she is, but I'm sure she'd rather be where she is. So Dutchie is Beth fucking Warren Parker and Thor both?"

She looked down and that was my answer. "Dutchie, she's down in the green house and she's being fucked by four cops, two of whom are black and they are all middle aged. I'm not going down there, I'm done. Know this if you go, they'll fuck the shit out of you."

She got up and walked down to join Beth.

Keith and I went down to Herfy's on Elliot to get some burgers and fries and we were sitting in the back of the restaurant and he said, "What a fucking slut she's got an incredible ass, but she hasn't been a virgin for a long time. She had her feet locked behind her head and was screaming for me to fuck her with my huge dick and she kept calling me Daddy. What the fuck is that about?"

I noted, "Both Beth and Dutchie are getting gang banged by some cops right now," my phone was ringing and it was Beth and I declined the call, "that was Beth I had not gone ten feet and she was fucking two of them. I really care for her, but she doesn't give a shit about me. I'm done with her."

Keith said, "Well, I know of three other guys, this Icelandic guy named Thor, Warren Parker and well I did last week, I'm sorry."

I stood up and picked him up and punched his nose which was a big target and left Herfy's on foot.

Beth was calling again and I picked up and she said, "Hey where are you guys,

Dutchie and I can barely walk, come and get us, please!"

I said, "Beth, call Keith and you and Dutchie can both fuck him again," and she was quiet and I finally hung up.

I walked home up to the top Queen Anne hill to our old family home which was empty as my parents had passed overseas in a plane crash. There was a trust that paid all the utilities and I had cash for gas and food. I had an older 1973 Volkswagen that I love driving. I would cook hamburger helper and mix in some frozen peas and that would last for a few days oh and I loved frozen chicken pot pies too. Nothing exciting.

The front door opened and it was Dutchie and she came in. She is one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, so pretty with perky B cup titties and the most glorious asses that somehow she had painted on those jeans. No shoes and pink toenails, but no makeup, she walked up to me and laid her head on my chest and stuck her big fat thigh between my legs and small Teddy got hard and she lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me and grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into this powerful kiss that felt like her tongue was aggressively fucking my mouth and moaning. Small Teddy told my hips to fuck Dutchie and away we went.

The front door was still open and I fell over on the floor and she was on top and we were bouncing up and down off the linoleum and her cunt was so improbably tight and she came and I kept on and she came one more time and I with her.

Dutchie said, "Beth's out in my car waiting to come in and talk to you. Is something wrong between you two?"

"Dutchie did she send you in to fuck me, so I'd feel okay about her fucking all these other guys?"

She looked up at me with the sweetest eyes and nodded yes.

"You're maybe the most beautiful woman I've ever been with. You're funny and smart and I could fall for you in an instant, but answer me this, you'll get married at some point and have kids. But you'll still fuck other people as long as you don't get caught or you don't really care if you get caught, right?"

She said, "Sitting here I think that's probably true, I might change, of course, but you just got me off twice in twenty minutes, but I know that I'll hook up with some one else tonight if I can. Don't take offense."

"Well I don't," I said, "She's been fucking around on me with Keith and Thor whoever he is and Warren Parker. So yeah, tell her to go fuck Keith again."

She said, "What's wrong with that, it's not like you guys are in love, she's fucked a lot more than those three."

I said, "I guess I was wrong," and I could not stop the tears, "She knows I was in love with her. I'm so fucking stupid," was I needy because of losing Bill and my parents?

Maybe I needed some sense of permanence and emotional solace and felt the huge lack of family and I needed to look that right in the face. I would be twenty in two months and I should come to grips with everything. I had a class last fall on poetry and I wrote a paper about a poem written by Lord Byron called Solitude: It went like this:

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,

To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,

Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,

And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been

I concluded that he didn't understand the distinction between solitude and loneliness. Solitude was something in your head where you counted beats to some accepted poetic form, while loneliness tore at your belly, made you cry because you couldn't remember the sound of her voice, which made you feel like a failed son, that every single second there was an awareness that they were gone forever and you'd never see them again. I had forgotten that, but the professor gave me an A and wrote the name of a psychiatrist at UW hospital that he'd told her about me and I should see her.

We were lifting morning and night for baseball and running in the evening six days a week with Sunday off last fall. Just before Christmas I saw the psychiatrist, Dr. Schwartz at the hospital. We talked for about an hour and a half.

She told me that I was depressed and I rolled my eyes, which caused her to laugh.

She said, "Here's a prescription for Zoloft"

"I don't know if I mentioned it but I play baseball for the Huskies and I can't be stoned trying to hit a fastball or a breaking pitch either, let alone trying to catch one and throw somebody out stealing. I need to face this and think my way through it and adjust and not run away figuratively or literally. People before me have done it."

"So the drug just masks the reality, right? It doesn't fix it?"

She said, "In both cases that's correct."

"Getting drunk and smoking weed, screwing women, take my mind off of it, but those are masks too, "I said raising my eyebrows.

She nodded yes.

"Well, "I said, "maybe I could just taper off a bit."

That made her guffaw.

I stood up and said, "Thanks. I better understand things."

She said, "Good why don't you come see me in ten days or so, I'm in office between Christmas and the New Years."

All that flashed as the smell of Dutchies cunt wafted up to me, I jumped up and pulled my pants up and said, "You're so beautiful Dutchie, far and away the most beautiful woman I know. I want to be alone ok?"

She looked at me and leaned in and gave me a peck and said, "I had no idea, I'm sorry."

I walked to the front door and saw Beth standing against Dutchie's pickup. She waved and I walked down to the car and asked her if she might come in and have a simple meal with me and I'd give her a ride home. We sat at my mom's old kitchen table and I dished up some on two plates and I sliced a tomato and put some on each plate. She looked scared of me.

"I have beer or milk, what do you prefer?"

She said, "Milk please"

I poured two glasses and sat down and she picked at it and stopped and said, "This is really tasty."

I smiled and said, "There's more. I make some for a few nights and then just heat it up."

I went on, "We sort of got thrown together as much due to my circumstances, plus you're a stone cold fox."

She chuckled.

"I wish that I was not going through this grief. It's really fucked me up and I'm coming to grips with it, and understand how it's affecting me."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out this piece of paper and handed it to me. It was a poem and it went like this: "Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."

It was signed Beth with a little note "I AM sorry and I do love you and we will get married; I just need to fuck other guys so I won't cheat on you when we're married. "

I said, "Umm, thanks I think, but we're in a real disconnect here and don't take this wrong and just let me say this. I fell in love with you, head over heels. Would I have done that without the death and undealt with grief I've been handed? I don't know. But your smell and eyes and everything about you is like imprinted on me. Maybe I would not have fallen so hard for you, hard to imagine I would not have".

"All that said, you've fucked so many other people and that's your call I guess. This is your nice way of dumping me, plus fucking my friends and according to Dutchie a whole lot of other people. I got to tell you it hurts a lot. I will never unsee you with those cops and even were we to get together at some point, I can't imagine that you'd want to do that but, I would never ever trust you for a minute. But that's my problem, I have to be used to being alone and face the dark alone and not be worrying about your betrayal. You knew of my feelings and it didn't matter to you."

"The flip side to that is that you're in high school and no matter what kind of smoke show you are, it's not time to get married, so you're right now to back away from me. If I had some kind of support system, parents or whatever, I might have backed off a while ago, but all these guys you've been fucking validates what a smoke show you are."

"I had this class about Christianity, with this professor named Tredgold, who said forgiveness means to accept that nothing that's happened in the past can be undone and I need to turn away from you and deal with the darkness on my own now. I can't be friends with you. You've cost me some friends so if you don't mind, either call Dutchie or walk home. Know that I loved you."

She had not said a thing as I said my piece. She stood up and carried her plate and glass to the sink and rinsed them off and put them in the empty dishwasher. Turned around and looked at me and said, "I do wish you well, " turned and left.

I turned on the wall mounted tv and turned on a song on YouTube and watched an old band from the 1970s called Free and the song was All Right Now. Bad Company singer Paul Rogers wailing and the band was so tight. Kind of ironic the band's name.

The house was an old Craftsman kit house built in 1904 and had been in the family since the 1940s and it was drafty when the wind blew, but there was a wood stove in the front room and a new gas heat pump. I was thinking I needed to replace the windows., but I needed to finish school and get a job.

I watched some news and then the Mariners, I had played baseball in high school and was ok and was playing for the Huskies. I ate some more hamburger helper, with some hot sauce and loved it. I was basic. Gave up on the Mariners and went upstairs and slept in my parent's room. I had got a new bed after they died. I was zonked, Dutchie had weakened my knees.

End Chapter one

Chapter Two.

I woke up Saturday morning and was going to run and put on my shorts over some athletic briefs and my Addidas runners with a Husky tee shirt on. I was going to drive over to Green Lake and run around it three times which would be seven and one half miles. I grabbed my keys to the bug and opened the front door.

The run was good. It was sixty five degrees and as I ran to the north there was a serious chop on the water from the wind to the North, but once I was by Evans Pool it was still and kind of warm.

When I finished I drove down Fiftieth North towards the campus and went down the bridge towards the University Village and curled out of the turn onto Montlake and drove around to the Athletics Admin building and walked in and avoided the talk and went next door and did my lifting instead. Since I was there I'd dropped all my body fat and gained twelve pounds and I weighed right around two hundred and ten pounds. Coach Kelly was a fat tub of goo and had been a pitching coach and generally hated catchers of which I was one. His door was open and he was there but talking on the phone.

I rapped softly and he looked up at me and held his hand up and mouthed wait. I had played in quite a few games before the conference games had started and I'd since pinch hit when somebody got hurt, but I'd played well before and had good numbers, but didn't think I was going anywhere soon.

He hung up and said, "Teddy babe how are you (nobody called me Teddy babe but him) how can I help you?"

"Hi coach, I need to talk about where I fit here or if I fit. Maybe it's time get on with the rest of my life and commit to that. Coach, I've been considering joining ROTC and become a Navy Pilot.

Since my brother died I have not played much at all, nor do I think I figure in your plans for next year, and I'll hang around for the team through year end, but I've got to start the school in Memphis, Tennessee, on May 15th, so I will be out of here a few days before that if I take that direction"

"Jesus Teddy babe, I had no idea about your brother and I'm really sorry and we don't play freshmen."

I took a deep breath and said, "Coach you sent flowers to the funeral and you signed the card. Our starting short stop is a freshman as is our centerfielder. I'm going to hazard a guess and you're probably going to bring in some new guys and you'll dump me in the fall anyway, right?"

The pitching coach was standing in the doorway and both looked at each other and said nothing in response to my question.

"Alrighty then, I really enjoyed being on the team and I will help your as much as I can until May first or so."

I stepped forward and reached out to shake his hand and as he stood up, instead I hugged him and said, "Go dawgs!"

He said, "Go Dawgs!"

As I walked away and up the stairs, I heard a loud, "Fuck, we can't lose studs like that!"

I moved my bug into the Montlake student parking lot and walked up the stairs towards the student union building (The Hub) and went and talked to an ROTC recruiter and asked him about joining ROTC from the Navy side and said I was interested in Aviation.

He gave me some papers and I signed them. He said come back on Monday, they needed to do some written tests and there was a master chief in the Navy who had flown helicopters in the Navy and it would be good to talk to him.

I went home and wondered if this was just more running away, or if there was something to stay here. My family was gone. I felt unburdened but scared.. I could get the Trust to rent out the home once I went on active duty and maintain the place. My mom's sister Ellen administered the Trust and she lived in Tacoma and I was going to talk to her later this day and had texted her to ask if I could come see her and she said she'd been missing me.

Aunt Ellen lived in the Ruston district of Tacoma and she was a tall gorgeous red head who was always stylish and her lesbian partner was maybe ten years older than Ellen and very exotic and they'd been together about five years and she brought out the very soft and hugely feminine side of Ellen. My parents were executive investment bankers and hardly around when Bill and I were growing up and I always called her mom. I walked in and she said, "I'm in the kitchen Teddy come on in!"

Ellen and Suzy were seated at the counter drinking red wine with those stemless wine glasses that are popular now and Ellen had a bright yellow sun dress with daisies in the background. Suzy had on a black leather dress with stilettoes.

I walked over and hugged Ellen and said, "I love you Mom," and leaned over and kissed Suzy and said to her, "Jesus, Suzy you're hot!"

Mom said, "Glass of wine?"

I nodded and told them the whole Beth and Dutchie saga, added in the baseball stuff and then the ROTC thing. When I was finished Suzy burst out, "Bring that fucking cunt down here and I'll fist her for cheating on my boy," and she was crying.

I went over and picked her up and hugged her and said, "Suzy I love you and seeing you and mom are so perfect together, you're my mom too."

Then they were both crying and hugging each other and me. I said, "I really miss Bill and I need to restart my life, because everything feels wrong here and now. Can we keep the house for when I come back? "