Beverley Browning was not a happy camper.
She was twenty years of age and was about to enter the Louise Herrington School of Nursing of Baylor University, located in Dallas. She had completed her two years of prerequisite classes at the main campus of Baylor, located in Waco. Those first two years of college were the first time she had lived apart from her mother, Sally. Since her junior and senior years at Baylor would be strictly nursing classes given in Dallas, she returned to her mother's home. She saw no sense in wasting money by living apart from her mother during those two years at the nursing school in Dallas.
When she returned to her mother's home that Saturday to set up her room and prepare for the upcoming academic year, her mother was gone. Usually Sally was home, but about four times a year she would go away mysteriously for a weekend. She claimed it was to attend a professional development conference which would enhance her credentials as a high school teacher. Beverley had no reason to disbelieve her and thought no more about it. Still, she wished her mother would have been at home this time, as it would have been easier to set things up for them living together again after the past two years' separation.
To surprise and please her mother, Beverley decided in her mother's absence to thoroughly clean their relatively small home. As she cleaned, she reflected on her life to date and realized she was not a happy camper. Apart from her successful academic life, in which she excelled and would no doubt become a successful nurse, her life sucked. To be more specific, her love/sex life sucked. To be even more precise, she had no sex life: none, zero, nada, zilch.
And she was horny. She was constantly horny. Her fingers were weary, almost falling off her hands from frequent masturbation. She mused that she should break down and buy herself a dildo, but up to now she had refused to do so. She had the mindset that if she did purchase a dildo or any sexual toy to assist in masturbation, she would be admitting defeat. It would be undeniable evidence of how pathetic her sex life truly was.
In assessing herself realistically, she believed she had a pretty face, quite attractive enough to appeal to most males. She believed herself to have an easygoing personality that would not repel anyone. She knew she was witty enough to amuse most male companions. So the sole reason she did not have a cock of her own to play with had to be the fact that she was fat.
She was 5'10" tall and weighed 240 lbs (178cm, 109 kg). She had been overweight ever since she could remember. Throughout her life, she had been subject to constant jeers and taunts from her peers, both male and female. She had been called every epithet of obesity under the sun: fatso, pig, blimp, hippo, elephant, etc.
Beverley was not a virgin though. She remembered clearly with horror of her one and only sexual experience. It had occurred almost exactly two years previously, just before she was to go to Waco to start her freshman year at Baylor. During that August, she worked at a drive-in fast food outlet where the servers on roller skates skated to the patrons' cars to take and serve orders.
Beverley was serving Ivan Croft, the quarterback for her high school's football team in their mutual junior and senior years. Ivan was a very handsome young man and the absolute stud at the school. He was every girl's fantasy, and he had his pick of almost any female he desired. For Beverley, he was beyond her wildest fantasy, as she realistically knew he would have no interest in her. Thus, she was nervous and awkward in serving him, and she realized she was humiliating herself acting like a ninny.
Ivan Croft was a pompous eighteen-year-old twit, a complete narcissist. His love of self was fueled by the adulation he received generally for his undeniably handsome virile body. However, at this point he was in the worst crisis in his life, as everything of good fortune was being denied to him. Or, as he would put it, everything was going down the toilet. Although he was the starting quarterback for his school football team in his last two years of high school, he was in truth a mediocre if not inadequate football player. Congruent to his narcissism it was a truth not recognized nor acknowledged by his inner most self-consciousness.
His expectation for an athletic scholarship to a university in Texas did not transpire. Thus, for him to be able to play college football, he would have to try out and win a spot on the team as a walk-on. However, even to be able to try out for a team, he would have to have been admitted to the school, and that was the dicey part for him.
His high school transcript was inadequate; actually, he had not yet graduated. He was taking a summer course that he needed to pass to receive his high school diploma. If only he had won an athletic scholarship, such academic problems would not be an issue. He was sure that had he got a scholarship the football coaches would be able to make such a problem go away. He had counted on such result so that he was not sufficiently prepared to even do the summer school properly.
As a result, Ivan Croft was in a continuously foul mood that summer. On that day, he was in an even darker mood than usual. When he left class that day, he was of the distinct impression that he was not going to pass and, ergo, no high school diploma. The problem was that he had not formulated a Plan "B" to overcome this disaster. So, he dropped in at where Beverley worked to calm his nerves with a hamburger.
He could not help but notice how solicitous Beverley was in serving him. It was obvious to him that he could get her to fuck him at a snap of his fingers. He actually did know who Beverley was, as they did share some classes together, but of course he had taken no interest in her. He did know her to be an excellent student though, and this was irritating to him at this particular time. From his vantage point, it seemed unfair that a fat slob like her should be sailing through high school, whereas an Adonis like him was being stymied.
He decided then that since Beverley wanted to fuck, he would oblige her but teach her a salutary lesson. If anyone were to have questioned him on his need to humiliate her, he would have been hard put to articulate an honest insightful rationale. Nevertheless, he was vehement in believing Beverley deserved her comeuppance. He started the ball rolling when she served him his order:
"So, Beverley, how have you been? What have you been up to since we finished high school?"
Beverley was flattered that Ivan deigned to be sociable with her. She had suspected he was unaware of her existence despite their shared classes.
She gushed in her answer, "Oh, I am getting ready to go to Waco to start my freshman year at Baylor. I am pretty sure I am going to study to become a nurse. Although I have won some scholarships, I am going to use the money I earn here to purchase a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor. I like to prepare myself ahead of time. What about you? Where are you going to college?"
Ivan was seething inside at her assumption that he was going to college when in truth college was now a distant dream for him. He noticed she had asked her question without guile, so she obviously had no clue as to his true circumstances.
He felt that he had to appear equal to her in status, so he baldly lied, "Baylor, Texas A & M, and Texas have all offered me athletic scholarships. I chose Texas, as it offers a better chance to get to the NFL. Mind you, I almost picked Baylor so we could still have been schoolmates, as their last year's quarterback had graduated.
"Texas's current quarterback will be in his senior year, though, so I should be the quarterback three years for the Longhorns. A three-year resume as starting quarterback for Texas should be sufficiently impressive for the NFL scouts, so I can start counting my millions that I am going to earn."
Beverley was suitably impressed, so she gushed in response, "Oh, how exciting for you, Ivan! I am so happy for you. My mother went to Baylor, so she is pleased that I am going there. However, if I do indeed go with the Nursing program, I'll be here in Dallas for my junior and senior years."
Annoyed by the continuation of the tedious small talk, Ivan decided to cut to the chase and force the issue, "What time do you get off work here?"
"Four. Why?"
"Since we are going to start new careers in different cities, we probably won't see each other again. So I am thinking we can celebrate the end of our high school days with a bang, so to speak. I'll get us a motel room and we can go there after you are finished here."
"You mean to say you want to...do it?"
"You got it, babe. What do you say?"
