When a couple of horny, energetic sixteen year-olds find a way to get married because they can't keep their hands off each other, you know that sex is going to be a big part of their lives. You also know that, after two or three years they're going to be getting restless as the excitement which had brought them fades into ordinary.
That's exactly what happened with ninteen year-old Shannon and Kev. They were wild and they were attractive, but after three years of day-after-day, they were also increasingly aware that they had nothing else between them. Kev was a strong, tan young man who kept himself in shape with a lot of shadow boxing and weight-lifting at home, but had never had the drive to participate in organized sports. Dark features and a silly grin gave him an instant appeal. Shannon was a petite girl with reddish-brown hair and freckles. Her eyes were big and her lower lip was plump, her upper-lip finely crafted. She had small breasts, but an adorable backside that was very shapely, but perfectly firm.
Attractive isn't always enough, though. After a while of the same person, even the wildest, wall-banging, glass-shattering sex can become boring. Shannon, despite her looks, had always been a shy girl, but the more bored Kev got with her, and the more bored she got with him, the more she started to notice the attentions of other men.
One guy in particular tickled her fancy. He was in his thirties, on the handsome side of ordinary, and was very sweet. He was single and he always flirted with her, just a little. It was never creepy, but there was never any doubt that he liked her. Shannon smiled back and was nice, but she was careful to never flirt with him. She had a husband, and had no desire to lead this guy on just for fun.
Sometimes Kev came into the store for a quick thrill, and one evening she had him unzipped in an aisle, shielding him between a display and herself. He was always already worked up when he came in for something like this so he never lasted long, and her hands were especially good, so it didn't take too long before her hand was covered in his cum. She lifted her shirt and wiped the cum off on her own tummy before turning to go back to work.
As soon as she turned, she realized they'd been caught. It was the first time they'd ever been seen, and of course it was the older guy that she was sort of interested in who saw them. The expression on his face was not one of perverted pleasure, but one of concern. She didn't understand it, but it embarrassed her. She blushed bright red and walked stiffly back to her cash register.
When he came through to checkout, the older guy was his usual self, but then, just as he was taking his bags, he paused and looked back at Shannon. "What's your name?"
"Shannon."
"Shannon, you deserve better."
"A better name?"
"A better . . . way of life." He shrugged. "You're worth a lot more."
"What do you know?" she challenged him, suddenly pissed off that this character felt his flirting with her gave him some sort of rights to challenge her. "What do you know about my way of life? Or what I'm worth?"
The man just smiled, though, unstressed. "Shannon, no girl deserves to be nothing more than her husband's release valve when he's been watching too much porn at work, least of all a girl like you who manages to be sweet and bright all the way through a drudgery of a job." He shrugged again. "Have a great day."
He left, and Shannon was steamed. Almost to prove a point, though she wasn't sure what the point was, the next time the guy and Kev were in the store at the same time, she made sure she cornered Kev in the produce section for a quick suck off that the guy would see. She didn't wipe her face either before she went back to her register. Her lips were glistening and slick, and there were a few drops of white on her cheeks.
"Sorry about my lifestyle," she sneered when the older man through her line, not sure why she was reacting with this sort of almost petty anger.
The man reached out and wiped the cum from her face with his fingers. "You deserve better is all I'm saying," he said softly. "You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation. Admiration. Adoration. Like a precious, sweet girl. Not like a hooker that's too dumb to charge him."
Shannon narrowed her pretty eyes and glared at him. "You're so full of shit."
"What do you mean?"
"I've seen how you look at me."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that if I offered to jerk you off or give you head out in the store, you would not say, 'No no, you deserve better.'"
"I wouldn't take you up on the offer if that's what you're saying."
"Yes, you would."
"No, I wouldn't." He was almost laughing.
"Okay, consider the offer made." She made eye contact. "I'll go out there and put my soft little hand on your big hard cock and let you cum all over my pretty face."
He searched her eyes. "You mean it," he said, surprised.
"You'd better believe it. I'll suck on you until I choke and then drool your cum back out over my itty bitty titties."
"No thanks," he said.
"Bullshit."
"No thanks," he repeated. "You're married and you deserve better than that."
With that he paid and left. The next time he came through, she made the same offer. He refused. She gave him her best looks and poses, and he still refused to give in. So she increased her aggressiveness. "You still don't believe me," she challenged him.
"I believe you," he assured her.
She reached across the counter and pulled his zipper down. "I'm dead serious."
"I know you are."
"Give it to me, baby," she cooed.
The man laughed. "You're sexy, Shannon, I'm not denying it. But you're married, and you're worth more than some cheapy in the grocery store."
Shannon stewed for almost two weeks before she saw him again. She didn't know why he was pissing her off so much, but he was, and she was not going to let him get away with it. She made the same offer again, and he refused again. She immediately raised the stakes. "I'll give it up."
"Excuse me?"
"I'll let you between my legs. You can put it to me."
The man shook his head. "You need to respect yourself more. You respect yourself almost as little as your husband respects you."
And with that he left.
Shannon's face was red with embarrassment, and her heart was pounding with fury. Fury at his self-righteous attitude. Fury at his rejection of her advances. Fury, because she knew he wanted her but was just trying to make a point. That sort of self-defeating stubbornness went beyond aggravating.
Over the next couple of days, though, her fury and embarrassment turned into realization that he was right. She did not respect herself. She would have gone through with it. She would have done any of the things she'd offered, simply to make a point. There was no love in that. No lust even. Sex for nothing more than to build a case.
She had sunk lower than she had known.
And it was Kev's fault. He had never treated her right. He had never treated any women right. And he had dragged her down into his sick little world. She was nothing more than an extension of his fist and kleenex, a toy to masturbate with -- a way to get himself off. There was no respect, certainly no admiration. No adoration.
Her husband had taught her to treat herself like trash.
She couldn't sleep that night at all, and she glared at Kev across the breakfast table as she ate her grapefruit the next morning. "Do you respect me?" she asked him.
"What?"
"Do you respect me?"
"Sure, baby," he said absently.
"Yeah, convincing. Dick."
"What? What do you want?"
"You don't even have a fucking clue," Shannon snarled.
"You're right. I don't have a clue except that you must be on the rag."
"Oh, that's right, when your pussy gets upset, she must be on her period."
Kev threw up his hands. "Sorry. Whatever."
Shannon fought back tears. She knew there was nothing there. She knew that she would never get him to change. He didn't even understand. She was a body to him, nothing more. That's all she would ever be.
When she left her house for a jog that morning, she knew that when she got home she would shower and then pack her bags. It was over. There was nothing at the heart of their relationship. He was not capable of appreciating her.
But she knew who was capable, and she thought she knew where he lived. Their town was small, and she'd seen his car at a certain house several other times when jogging. It was there again that morning.
Shannon paced around on the street, debating. She chewed her upper lip. Her heart raced. She knew she was through with Kev. She knew that the older man already respected her. She knew he could teach her how to respect herself. She was attracted to him, too. But they were basically strangers.
Still, he cared for her. Cared what her husband did to her. What she did to herself.
Steeling herself up, she walked up and rang her doorbell. She was wearing purple jogging shorts and a white tank top. It was not all that beautiful, but it did do nicely by her backside, and she didn't think it mattered with him anyway. Not the same as it would have mattered with Kev.
"Shannon," he said in simple surprise when he opened the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
He invited her in and took her to the living room. He motioned towards a couch, but rather than sit down she took his hand between both of hers. He was startled.
Shannon took a deep breath. "You opened my eyes," she said.
