When she tries to deceive
My name is Mike, actually it's Michael Vanderbilt Archibald Gordon, but obviously Mike is better. I have no family due to a private airplane crash when I was 15 that took my parents and both sets of grandparents. My parents and grandparents left me very well off and with no living relatives, an older friend of my grandfather, Uncle Harry, a retired attorney, was appointed my guardian. I was to learn later that Harry was a financial genius. When I was 20 he passed away with no heirs, and he left me his substantial estate as well.
I was very good in school and graduated from high school when I was 16.
I entered a large mid-western university at the tender age of 16. I lasted two years before I became bored and disillusioned with our educational system. Like many young men, I decided that many of the courses that I had to take were "worthless." It also did not help that I had experienced a gold digger girlfriend just after my eighteenth birthday. She led me on to believe that I was a sex god, I was virgin up to then, and that anything that I wanted to do was what she wanted. The sex was fantastic and she was up to do anything. From her I learned what kink was. One night while using her computer I accidentally saw an email to her sister that she was trying to have me get her pregnant so that she could marry me for my money. Another greedy narcissistic bitch. I was crushed and wanted to run away. The only women that I felt that I could trust were self declared whores and they became my rare choice for partners after that. At least I knew what they were after.
When I left school, I was barely 18 and had no idea what to do with myself. Talking to Harry and having heard many of his stories of his time in the service, I decided to enlist. After training, I was sent into several combat areas. I must have been doing something right as after on especially and bloody episode, I was called into my commander's office and informed that if I wanted the promotion, I would shortly be First Lieutenant Gordon. It seems that a purple heart and a silver star allow you to jump past Second Lieutenant. I received my commission and a command and after just over three more years overseas, I was shipped home. Going home was not great with 4 months in the hospital recovering from my last wounds. After my release from the hospital I decided to resign my active commission and go into the reserves. I figured that I had enough active duty time. I felt that with 4 purple hearts, 2 bronze stars, 1 silver stars and a nomination for a Congressional Medal of Honor to accompany my last purple heart I may have run out of luck.
Here I should probably describe myself. I am just over 6 feet and weigh about 185 pounds. Short dark hair, clean shaven and in better shape than ever in my life, excepting a few scars on my body. For those who need to know my cock is not gigantic, only about 7 inches or a bit longer but with some pretty good thickness. Now at the age of 23 and much wiser than I was just 5 years earlier I felt that higher education might have some real purpose even though with my money I really did not need to work. I had taken quite a few courses while in the service and with life experience credits, I eventually enrolled as a senior at a good central Florida university. I was on track to graduate in 9 months with both a BS and Master degrees.
I tried to stay below the radar while in school as I had been scorched a couple of times dating after finding out that the young women in question turned out to be after my now sizeable fortune rather than me. Thinking ahead, I had also purchased a large home on the Florida Gulf coast to be used after I graduated. I felt that I could do some consulting and charitable work from here as I had now decided to use some of my money for the good of others. The house was not done to my now somewhat traditional taste, so I hired a young contractor, a partially disabled vet that I had met overseas, to renovate the house and to install a new and useful pool to replace the little kidney shaped one that existed. He promised it would be done before graduation. That is where I planned to live my life.
The apartment house where I lived while at school was entirely inhabited by university students. After about a month there I took notice of one coed, Jenny, she lived down the hall from me. She was about 5 foot 4 inches tall and about 110 pounds. Her face and body were to die for. I looked a lot, but due to my voluntary celibacy, I did not touch and left her alone. Every time I saw her though I had the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I became friendly with other students in some of my classes and we often had drinks and ate together. I even went to some of the local parties. Often I would see my neighbor, Jenny. We eventually ran into each other enough that we would sit and talk over a coffee or a beer. Sometimes we would share a pizza in my apartment or hers. I liked her and we became friends, but due to my past and her shyness that was it. I did not want to damage our friendship by going any further regardless of how attracted to her I was. I often finished my time with her and went home with a bad case of blue balls and had to beat off often more than once a night.
When it came to things technical, Jenny was helpless. She was smart as a whip and knew more about art and literature than I would even know. Whenever she had an issue with her computer, DVD player, cable box, or why doesn't my toaster work, she called me. I was always ready to help just to be close to this angel. She also had the tendency to be somewhat emotional around me. I did not know why until later.
One day about a month before graduation, she knocked on my door. When I let her into my apartment she was sobbing with tears in her eyes and was obviously very upset. After sitting her on my sofa and trying to comfort her, she finally grabbed me in a tight hug and said, "I have done something totally stupid and I don't know how to handle it. I told some stories and now they are going to catch up with me."
What kind of stories did you tell? Who did you tell them too?"
"I have been lying to my parents"
"What kind of lies did you tell? Can they be that bad? Have you lied about your grades? That can't be it, you're an A student"
"I am so embarrassed. I don't know how to say this, but I told them some lies about you."
"What. What could you have said about me that is so bad?"
"I told them that we had been dating for a couple of months now."
"Hey, that's not so bad. If we think about it, those beers, coffees, and pizzas that we shared could be looked at as dates."
"I guess that's true, but that is not the worst of it."
"What could be worse? You didn't tell them that I had attacked you or that I had gotten you pregnant or something like that did you?", I joked.
"No. It's worse than that."
I was starting to panic. "Come on tell me. It's not like we're strangers. We just figured out that we had been dating for a couple of months now" I tried to laugh.
"I told them that we are engaged and that I was not going to go home after graduation. I said that I was moving in with you. They have been pushing me to date and to get serious with someone. Mom says that at 21 my biological clock is ticking. So I told them what I thought would make them happy. I thought that the stories were harmless. And now I get a phone call this morning from my father. They are in Europe on vacation but will be here in time for graduation. Dad wants to meet you and see your home that we will be living in. They want a wedding date and want to know when will we be making them grandparents. Mom even asked if they could spend a week or two with us while their house is being painted inside. It seems that they have some kind of a mold issue in their house."
I fell back on the sofa in shock hearing all this. After thinking a bit, I suggested that we could pretend and then have an engagement breakup after they get here for her parents sake. We could say that it was a mistake and that we could not get along anymore. Jenny cried that that would not work because that her glowing reports about us had us matched tighter than peanut butter and bread. She told me many of the things that she had passed on to them. She also admitted that she had told a sorority sister all about our fantastic and very active sex life and that had been passed on to her parents. Her mother was an alumnus and a sister of the same sorority so everything went right to her.
"Wow," I said. "I had forgotten about that great sex. Do we do it often? Are we really good at it? Do we do anything kinky?"
She started to cry again and I picked her up and sat her on my lap and held her until her crying stopped. I kissed her forehead and asked if she had any thought about what we could do. I asked if this was a really serious family issue. "You don't know my family. They may be modern, but if they found out the truth, they would kick me out and have nothing more to do with me. They would disown me out and no one in the family would have defy them and associate with me. I love my family. They have plans for me to work in one of their charity trusts, get married and have grandkids for them".
"Just who is your father? What kind of trusts do they have?"
"He is Justin Wallston, head of Wallston Industries. He always gets what he wants. And right now he wants to meet the guy that I am engaged to and then he will want to see me pregnant with grandkids. And if anything interferers he would probably spend all of his $500 million to make it happen."
I thought a minute about the situation and about Jenny and my hidden feelings for her. Did she feel the same about me? She had no way of knowing if I had money or not and even if she did with her family money she was not likely to be after mine. "Why did you name me as your fiancé? Why not someone else?"
"I had very strong feelings for you from the first time that we met. I did not pursue it because someone had told me that you had previously had some bad girl problems and that you wanted to stay free. I also know that you had planned to leave the area after graduation and I thought that made you safe."
"I don't know how I feel about being safe. I would prefer to be a bit dangerous."
"OK" I said. "I have a possible solution. We pretend to be engaged. We get you a ring. We openly date so that your sorority sisters think that we really are engaged. We stay over at the other's apartment for looks. This will get back to your mother and convince them of how serious we are. Then at graduation or just after we can have a big fight and end it all. You can even tell everyone that I had been cheating on you if that would help. How does that sound?
"Great, it might work. You would do that for me?"
"Dry your eyes and we'll go get a ring. Might as well start this off right now."
We went to a large jewelry store and looked at rings. I convinced Jenny that we needed to get an impressive ring. She was worried about the cost, but I told her that I could afford it. "On the GI bill? You can't afford anything too big. And I can't use my credit card to help pay or Daddy will see it."
"I have some of money. Don't worry, let me spend it how I want. Let's find a great ring."
