I finally broke up with Becky. I had been planning to break up with my her for a while, for cheating on me, but first I wanted to wait until my college reunion. I wanted to show her off to my old college friends, since, to be honest, she was the best thing I had going for me. I didn't have a great career or much money, but at least I could show them my knockout girlfriend, even if I couldn't trust her around any attractive guy.
Becky was happy to take any excuse to get off work, so we took the Friday off from our jobs and drove a few hours to my alma mater's town. As we drove down, I asked her to behave herself while we were down there. She didn't know that I had seen her cheating on me so many times, so she played innocent and asked me what I possibly meant. I just said that it was very important to me that she be nice to me in front of my friends.
"Of course I will, sweetie!" she said. "Why wouldn't I be nice? I love you!"
She flashed me her wide, beautiful smile, and my heart melted. She was still the most beautiful girl I had ever known, and sitting in the passenger seat in a halter top and jeans, she looked like an American dream.
The first event of the reunion weekend was a big gala in the campus center hall, and we arrived in town with just a couple hours to get ready for it. When we got to the hotel, I put on the fanciest suit I could afford to rent. Becky excused herself to the bathroom, and a half hour later emerged in a very slinky, sexy black dress that showed a lot of cleavage.
"I know you want to show me off tonight, babe, so how do I look?" she asked. "Good enough to impress your friends?"
My jaw dropped. She looked like a million bucks. "Absolutely!" I said. Becky laughed at my gawking and went to the mirror to put on some makeup. I thought about maybe fooling around before going to the reunion, so I walked up behind and groped her breast, but she slapped my hand away.
"Don't mess up my dress!" she said. "We'll have plenty of time when we get back." I slinked back and watched her get ready.
When we arrived at the gala, it was in full swing. I recognized a bunch of people but couldn't see any of my old friends, so I dragged Becky through the party trying to find people I recognized.
I finally saw one good friend of mine, Grady, that I hadn't seen in a long time. I quickly pulled Becky toward him.
"Grady, hey!" I shouted. "This is my girlfriend Becky!"
Grady smiled when he saw me, then his eyes bugged out when he saw Becky. "Hi!" he stammered.
That was the reaction I was hoping for. Becky was game for it, and spent a few minutes charming Grady while I beamed. But after a few minutes she suggested that the two of us catch up while she got a drink.
As she walked away, Grady stared at her tight butt wiggling. "Wow, Dave, you hit the jackpot with her!" he said. "She's beautiful!"
I was very pleased to hear that. Grady and I spent almost an hour catching up, during which he informed me that no one else from our old group of friends was able to make the reunion, and he himself couldn't make any events after the gala. That was disappointing, to say the least. I didn't know what to do with the rest of the weekend.
Grady finally excused himself to go home and we said goodbye and promised to catch up. Then I started looking for Becky.
I found her at the corner of the bar, talking to some guy I couldn't quite place. The two of them were laughing as I walked up.
"Oh, hey, honey!" Becky said when she saw me. Her cheeks were flushed and I noticed a few empty glasses near her. She was already a little tipsy. "I was just talking to Henry, from your dorm!" she said, and motioned to the guy.
"Hi, Henry," I said, warily. Now I suddenly remembered him, he was one of the guys from my freshman dorm who quickly got into a fraternity. We weren't really friendly in college, he was a total Greek.
"David, good to see you again! How are things?" Henry said, and grabbed my hand. He gave me a big smile and the kind of aggressive handshake that suggested he was a real estate dealer or something.
"I don't mean to take up your gorgeous girlfriend's time," he added, and smiled warmly at Becky, who giggled and blushed at the compliment.
"Well, actually, we were just leaving," I said.
"Why, did you find more friends?" Becky asked.
"Well, no," I said. "Go and find them, then," she said. "I'll talk more with Henry, we're having a good conversation!"
I didn't want Becky to keep talking to a good-looking guy while she was tipsy, knowing her past, but I didn't have a convincing reason to get her to come with me. "Okay," I said. "I'll be back soon, though."
"See you in a bit!" Henry said, and turned back to Becky. Just like that, I was pushed out of the conversation.
I wandered off, not sure where to go. I ended up trying to get into conversations with people while staying in eyesight of Becky and Henry. From my vantage point, I had a right to be worried. They both seemed really animated and enjoying their conversation. Becky especially was acting flirty and was constantly giggling and touching him on the shoulder.
I finally saw a friend of mine that I recognized, and he waved me over to a table. I spent a few minutes chatting with him but excused myself to leave so I could get back to Becky and Henry. I had lost sight of her and I was getting nervous.
Luckily, when I walked back to her, she was alone. "Hey, you ready to go?" I asked. I was eager to get back to the hotel room, where we'd be away from temptations.
"There you are!" she said. "Henry and some of your friends are going out to a bar! Let's go!"
"Wait, what?" I said. Henry didn't know any of my friends.
"Yeah, he said to meet us at a bar called the Cellar? Let's go, the night is young!" she said, and leaned in and kissed me. "Besides, you dragged me here, now I want to do something!"
I had to agree, especially after she phrased it that way. We left the gala and headed down to the bar.
As we walked, I piped up: "So, you were really talking to Henry for a while."
"Oh my God, you should have seen him, honey!" she said. "He was staring at my boobs the whole time! It's like he wasn't even trying to hide it."
That got me upset. "If that bothers you, I'll tell him to knock it off," I said.
"Oh, no, it's okay. I thought it was cute. Besides, I know you wanted to show me off."
Well, I wanted to say, no, I didn't want to show you off to some guy I barely knew. But I kept quiet until we reached the bar.
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The bar was loud and packed by the time we reached it. I guess most of the class had headed over there. It didn't look like there was any room, but a few seconds after we walked in, we heard someone shout, "Becky, over here!" It was Henry. He and a bunch of guys I didn't recognize were at a large table booth. He waved at us and we walked over.
For the next hour or so, Becky and I were surrounded by Henry and all his friends. I started to remember some of them, like two guys whose names were Sean and Peter. They chatted politely with me, but really focused their attention on Becky, who couldn't have been happier being the center of attention of a bunch of good-looking guys.
Things only got worse when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I got back to the table, I saw the other guys had boxed me out of the booth. I had to sit on the end while everyone talked with Becky. Occasionally she would look at me and wink, like we were in on something together. The whole time the guys were glancing furtively at her breasts, which looked great in the dress. It was even slipping a bit off her shoulder, showing off the lacy black bra underneath it. Becky just kept talking animatedly, making it bounce and slip further down. When we ran out of pitchers, Henry pointed and me and said, "Hey, Dave, what say you get us some refills?" I didn't want to go and leave Becky alone, but I was the guy at the end, so I nodded and went.
That was a big mistake, because the bar was so crowded that it took a while to get through the line. I also had to make conversation with a bunch of people I barely knew, which delayed me even further.
Half an hour later, on my way back to the table holding two pitchers, I had a rear view of the table booth and nearly tripped at what I saw. Becky's shoulders were totally bare! From behind it looked like she had no top on at all. What had happened to the straps of her dress? All the guys were staring at her chest, with huge grins on their faces.
I tried to rush over, but I couldn't move very fast with two full pitchers. Some guy suddenly walked in front of me and for a few seconds, he blocked my line of sight. I almost shoved him out of the way. The table came back into view, and Becky's dress straps was back on her shoulders.
I jostled over and sat down and heard Becky and the guys were all chatting normally, even though Becky looked a little flush. Was my mind playing tricks on me?
I sat through another hour of chatting, enduring all the flirting. Becky and Henry especially were joking like best friends, but stuck at the end of the table, I couldn't do anything to break up the rhythm.
Finally around midnight, Becky said we should go. Eagerly, I got up, murmured a goodbye, and grabbed our things. But as we walked out, to my surprise, she turned back to the table and said, "We'll see you guys at the tailgate tomorrow!"
I hadn't heard of any tailgate, but I kept my mouth shut until we got in the car.
As we drove away, I asked. "What was that tailgate you were talking about?
"Oh, Henry and the guys invited us to a tailgate at their frat house before the football game tomorrow!" she said. "We should go, I promised!"
"I guess so," I muttered, before saying what was on my mind. "So, they were really checking you out, huh?"
She grinned. "Uh huh. I was teasing them all night. I know how you like that."
"I don't, really –" I said, but she caught me off.
