For many reasons, I've looked back on a past relationship that still troubles me years later. I wish I could go back in time, give my younger self a good smack and say what the fuck are you thinking. In order to understand it you have to know a little bit about me first.
I grew up in a small shit down in the Midwest. There were probably 700 students in the whole school system. I don't think I met anyone new in my town after fifth grade. Everybody knew everybody and as we entered high school, it was very easy to talk to girls in the school. Once we became sexually aware, it was not difficult to find someone to hook up with.
Early in high school, most of my close friends talked about the great adventures they were going to accomplish when they graduated. Only three of us came close as we graduated. Two of my friends were joining the service and I was headed off to university.
And what a culture shock, going from a town where I knew everybody to a campus with over 10,000 students and I knew no one. There were at least twice as many students on campus as people in my town. I had a hard time adjusting. Guys were simple, I got along with my two roommates although they were very different than me. There were some guys in my IT classes who I would visit the café with. Girls seemed unapproachable.
My roommates and I headed over to a frat party one of the first Friday nights on campus. With strong urging from my roommates, I headed over to a pretty girl sitting on the couch. She kind of ignored me which I should have taken as hint, but I didn't. I asked her how she was doing, and she still ignored me. The music was loud, and I assumed she didn't hear me so I said it again. She turned to me and said something which I didn't hear so I said "what." She put her mouth against my ear and shouted, "Shut the fuck up." A half dozen people turned and stared at me, and my roommates were giggling. I was mortified and walked out.
That was the beginning and end of my sex life in college because that's when the stuttering started. Whether it was talking to the girl at the coffee shop or one of my classmates, I developed the worst case of stuttering. I couldn't talk to anybody without stuttering. My mom picked up on it my next call home and I hardly stuttered when talking to her. My mom is an expert on the Spanish Inquisition, so I was not able to get off the phone until I gave her the whole story which was even more embarrassing. She made me go see a campus counselor where I had to tell the whole story again. She, and it had to be a "she," said it will pass in time. Thanks. She did suggest that I try and keep things short with one-word answers. The more complicated the sentence the more likely I would get stuck and start stuttering.
That did help. I could go into the coffee shop and say "large" and walk out with my coffee. On a good day I could tell her "Thank you."
I had hoped things would get better when I got out of school. My first job was as a contractor supporting a computer upgrade in Florida. All the other contractors were from Southeast Asia, and I had great difficulty understanding them. That along with my stuttering made it difficult to establish any friendships. The job was easy enough and gave me great IT experience. I found a cheap efficiency which would let me bank most of my per diem. The efficiency was in what may have been and early version of an extended stay inn. My room had a queen size bed, tiny kitchenette and a bathroom with the world's smallest shower.
What would have been the front desk now contained keyed mailboxes and that's where I met Candy. On my way home from work I stopped to check my mail and there was a woman bent over at the waste in a short denim skirt with just a bit of pink panties visible. I realized she was looking back at me and smiled, she stood up turned to face me and I saw the most beautiful woman ever. Long blond hair in curls, a white spaghetti string top showing off her matching pink bra that was barely containing her tits. Not that her tits were huge, they were just too big for the bra. There was part of a red tattoo peeking out too. And did I mention she was beautiful.
She held out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Candy. I think I'm your neighbor in 1c."
"Mike," I said keeping it short. "1d."
"Well, it was good to meet you, Mike. By the way, what do you do?"
"IT," I said but got stuck on the T and hurried off to my room and then realizing I forgot to check my mail.
That became almost a daily occurrence. I would walk into the lobby on my way home from work and Candy would be checking her mail on the way out. Sometimes she would have on denim shorts instead of a skirt and there was always a good inch of ass cheeks sticking out. Her tops were always spaghetti straps, usually white with a brightly colored bra clearly visible and those beautiful tits ready to burst free. A few times I saw enough of her panties to know they matched her bra.
Candy was always supper friendly, greeting me with that beautiful smile. Very touchy, always touching my arm or shoulder as we passed in the narrow hallways. I always tried to keep my end of the conversation short but would end up getting stuck on a word and head to my room.
A couple of months later, there was a knock on my door on a Friday afternoon. It was Candy, asking me for a ride to work because she could not get an Uber in time. I tried to say "sure," but it sure didn't sound anything like that. I was going to be in my car with the most beautiful woman in the world. As I started up my jeep, she asked how long I have been stuttering. College, I said. Fortunately, I had the doors off, the wind made it a little difficult to carry on a conversation and it also blew up the front of her skirt.
Following her directions, we pulled up in front of a high-class strip joint. With many struggles, I managed to ask her if she would need a ride home. That would be great she said, I get off at two but if you come earlier, I'll make sure you get a free drink from the bar.
Around one, I entered the "adult entertainment center" after paying a hefty cover and there was an almost naked Candy on stage. She was hanging upside down, swinging around a pole, holding on with her legs while she played with her tits. The tattoo on her breast was a heart with a dagger piercing it. As she swung around, we made eye contact, and she gave me a wink. I couldn't wait to get home so I could jerk off. There was a large crowd of men gathered around the stage trying to stuff money into her g-string. Others were just throwing it on the stage, and I watched her tits bounce back and forth. She turned her backside to the audience as she continued to pick up money and we watched that g-string disappear into heaven.
I found a table near the back and Candy joined me shortly later. She had put on a negligee that left her tits and tattoo clearly visible. Candy flagged a waitress down and I ordered a drink. She was sitting so close to me, our arms and legs touching, I could feel the heat coming off her body. I could also feel my cock getting hard. Candy got up and said she had to get back to work. She reached over, grabbed my hardening cock and said, "I'm glad you're not gay."
There was still an almost an hour before she got off work. I watched her going around, giving men lap dances while rubbing her tits in their face. Sometimes she would disappear into a back room while one of the customers followed her at a distance. While she was in the back room, I got to watch the other dancers. All of them were beautiful, not quite as beautiful as Candy though. I wanted to go home and jerk off so bad.
Finally, Candy was ready to leave dressed back in her denim skirt and white top. I had a few drinks, so I took it easy on the way home, which gave Candy the opportunity to tell me what a great night she had. She said her boss did not tolerate lateness, so I saved her life. She asked if I liked her show. I managed to get a 'yes' out without a stutter. She also asked if I liked watching her give lap dances. That 'yes' was much harder to get out.
After pulling into the parking lot behind our place, Candy reached over and started undoing the fly on my shorts. With much stuttering, I managed to get out that she didn't need to do that. "Don't be silly," she said, "I always suck off my uber drivers." Candy planted her mouth on my cock. With no doors on the jeep, anybody walking by would see what was going on. God she was good. I warned her when I was getting ready to come and she sunk down deeper onto my cock. When I started coming, she started sucking harder, literally sucking the come out of my body.
"That was fun," she said when she sat back up. "And thank you for the ride."
Then she reached over to give me a kiss. I thought she was going to kiss me on my cheek, but she planted her lips on mine and quickly pushed her tongue into my mouth. It took me a few minutes to realize that tongue was covered in my come. By then, she was pulling away.
"You're going to be a good little cucky for me aren't you, Mike?" She grabbed my cock again and said, "don't jerk off too much. I like big loads."
After heading into our respective rooms, I turned on my computer and looked up cucky. That led me to cuckhold, but I didn't understand how I could be her cuckhold. We weren't married or in a relationship. All I did was giver her a ride to work.
Candy was knocking on my door around noon the next day dressed in an old night shirt with her nipples poking through. Her new computer was not working and asked if I could come over and look at it. I managed to get a 'yes' out without a stutter. Her room was laid out similar to mine with the addition of a good size desk containing two computers. I sat down at her desk and ran some virus scans. As suspected, that was the problem. Candy said her old one, sitting alongside the new one, had the same problem and asked if I could fix both of them. This yes included a lot of stuttering. She said she needed a shower before she went to work and would leave me to it. The new computer had some simple viruses which were easy to remove. There was also some spyware which would have allowed someone else to take over her computer. That was a little more difficult to remove. I also added some security programs to prevent reinfection. Her old computer was a complete mess.
