Twice the Taboo, Twice the Appeal
If you are looking for a story that's all sex, this story is not for you. This story has a large storyline behind it because it is based on a true story, so only read it if you want sex and a story. Either that or just skip to the end. Please send feedback or leave comments. I'd like to know what you think. Also, I'm considering writing another on Mike's relationship to Vicky so if you wish to read one, tell me. Enjoy.
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He'd never really noticed her before. He'd only had eyes for Vicky. At the party where they'd first met, Mike had noticed the first of the three that had walked in. They walked in, and that made them special cause they were the only chicks there. And when the first one walked in, it meant she was the only one. Because she was the first.
It didn't matter that she had been going out with a person he'd been going to school with for four years. A person he'd just begun to get along with. And at this point he didn't even know. Michael Connolly had seen her first, and could only see her. He would have her.
Mike was, at this stage in his life, a fairly shy sort of guy. He hadn't been out with a girl yet (unless you counted Maria, a girl he kiss twice in grade six) which made it understandable that he be a virgin. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive. He was. He was slightly taller than the average man, with dark curly hair, broad shoulders and what many people had told him was the greatest smile they'd seen. Of course, like every man, Mike had flaws. He had hit puberty early and was slightly hairier than most, he had a slight gut on him from lack of exercise and too much milo, and Mike fell easily.
But this is not the story of Mike's first time. The abbreviated version: He did end up hooking her. He lost his virginity after three weeks, their relationship was blissful for three months, and then it hit the rocks. Another guy came in and trouble brewed. He began to dislike her for her stupidity. She began to dislike him for his jealousy. She would get injured in a car crash, the guy as the driver. And then she would ask for Mike. Mike supported her through her recovery, but he could not love her again.
He would not love her again. She had caused him too much pain. His heart was closed. It was hard for him. She would be lying in the hospital bed, helpless, unable to move. She would look up at him and tell him thank you. I love you Mike. He did the only thing a decent man could to help her. He lied. I love you too Vicky. It was hard. He began to seek help from those around him. But at specific times, you need different people.
Mike's friends tried, but they didn't help. His family didn't know half the shit that had happened. He couldn't talk to them. And so he talked to the only people that could help. The other two. There had been three that walked into the party. Vicky and her two best friends. And he hadn't needed them til now. Sure, he knew them, he liked them. But they were nothing more than friends of his partner. Until now. Now they became friends.
I suppose now seems like as good a time as any to give you descriptions. Vicky was the shortest of the three. She had long, died blonde hair that fell to the small of her back. She had a graceful face, thin eyebrows, and the smallest, most adorable nose you've ever seen. Her body was not lean, but she was in good shape and her breasts were of a reasonable size. She had a strong and vibrant personality, very fun loving and always out for a good time.
Kay was short as well, only slightly taller than Vicky was. She had blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. She had a slightly stocky body, with smallish breasts, and her ass was barely visible. She had a face that most considered extremely pretty, but Mike felt had no appeal. She had a slightly pointy nose, thin eyebrows, bright red cheeks and thin lips. Kay was more serious than Vicky was, and although she enjoyed a good time too, she was less vocal about them. Funnily enough, while Vicky seemed to have more fun than Kay, Kay was the one that smoked weed.
Summer was third in the trio. Around 5'7, she was the tallest in the group with brown wavy hair than fell below her shoulders. She had a thin body, with small breasts, soft hands and skin, and a constant smile. She had blue eyes, slightly puffy cheeks and some of the biggest lips you've seen. Summer was always happy and smiling. She was the 'good girl' of the group, innocent and pure.
While Mike had gone out with Vicky, his best friend Dan had gone after Summer with a vengeance. He had made her fall in love with him, but she had issues with going out with him because of her image. Dan was overweight and she wasn't ready to be seen with him. They were all image conscious. It may have been shallow, but mostly it was naivete.
Dan and Summer. They went out. Broke up. Went out. Broke up. It happened again and again. And Dan's was sick of it. He loved her. He'd taken her virginity and lost his with this girl. He loved her. One more chance. It had lasted two weeks. Two glorious weeks until another friend of Dan's (who Mike despised) told one lie. Which reeked havoc. Broken hearts, friendships and trusts. It was over.
Around the time Summer and Dan broke up, Mike began needing Kay and Summer's friendship. Every night, over the phone, Mike would talk to one of them (or both) about something, anything. He had just needed a friend. Mostly it was Summer he'd talked to. She was a good listener. A soft voice, sympathetic soul. He'd tell Summer his problems and she'd tell him hers. The more they knew about each other, the more relaxed they got. Mourning turned to smiles, smiles turned to laughter, and laughter turned to friendship. He'd never noticed her before. But he noticed her now.
A friendship that began to develop a flirting nature. 'So what would you rate me out of ten?' Mike asked her.
'No. I'm not doing it.' Summer replied.
'Come on, you said I was attractive...'
'Yeh but you know you are...'
'What's the difference? Just pick a number.'
'Okay okay... umm... eight.' She said.
'Eight? That's harsh considering I was gonna give you an 8 and a half. I only gave Vicky a seven.' And so it went on. Oftentimes, Mike would swing the conversation to how they felt about each other.
'I don't know if I want to tell you. It's embarrassing and stupid.' He said.
'Come on. Tell me. Please.'
'Well... I like you, Summer. And its not right cause your Vicky's best friend, and you went out with Dan... but I can't help it.'
'What if it was the same way here?' She replied.
They had an understanding. He liked her. She liked him. But it couldn't happen. And it killed him. The flirting stopped. Mike's feelings didn't.
A few months later was the school formal. Mike was taking Vicky (who was recently out of her cast from the accident) and Dan was taking Summer. Summer had wanted to go with Mike because Dan and her weren't the best of friends and she enjoyed Mike's company more. She couldn't. Not only would it kill Dan and Mike's friendship, but also it'd break Vicky's heart. Mike still didn't understand why he and Summer couldn't just go out. Society's opinion sucked.
Mike had an awesome time at the formal. He barely saw Summer the whole night, and he spent the majority of it on the dance floor, showing off what few and terrible moves he had. Mike knew he couldn't dance, but he enjoyed making a fool out of himself. The girls loved it (probably only because he was attractive), the guys loved it because he was making them look good, and Vicky loved it because she thought he was having a good time because he was with her.
The formal ended to Mike disappointment, but he still had the post to go to. His mom drove them home, where they changed into party gear and then they caught a cab to the post. The moment they got in Mike dropped in a chair off in a corner and stayed there. A group of about twenty joined him. He was enjoying himself, drinking vodka, listening to music and tuning a particular girl who he'd been dancing with at the formal. Then Vicky found him. She sat on his lap and looked at him. She sat there, sad, dejected. Then she lay on him, saying she was exhausted. Hours went by, people dispersed.
Finally Mike spoke up. 'Are you sad for the reason I think you are?'
'I think you know the answer to that.'
'I'm sorry, but I don't love you any more Vicky.'
The talk escalated, words were said, and Mike angrily walked her up the long hill where her mom waited to pick her up. She hopped in and left. As Mike stomped back down to the party he realised what a shit time he'd had because of Vicky. This was his only post formal party ever! He was gonna have a good time. 'Let the party begin!' He shouted and grabbed the nearest Smirnoff.
That plan backfired when he ran out of drinks. He sat with a few people and talked. 'Hey, have you guys seen Kay!' Someone shouted over the music.
'Summer! I haven't seen you all night!' Mike shouted up at her from her seat. He had waited long enough. He would have her tonight!
'Mike!' She straddled his lap facing him and began talking. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. Someone had told him before that she was off her face. She wasn't acting like it but he knew they were right. Mike had morals. Taking advantage of a drunk chick, even one he knew liked him, would not sit well with those morals. Nothing would happen tonight.
Summer began to look sleepy, her eyes drooped and she leaned in close to his ear. 'Did you have a good time at the post?' she asked him, barely listening.
'Not really...' he replied, thinking she wouldn't hear.
'What!' she said, sitting up. 'Why not!?' she said indignantly, as if demanding he have a good time. Her eyes were drooped in a drunken stupor.
'Vicky was being a bummer. Won't get over me...'
'Vicky...' Summer replied. 'Where is Vicky, Mike?' She asked once again putting her head on his shoulder.
