The Maing of a Cucold

After a few days, Michael had calmed down a little from the incident that left him questioning himself. He thought about Lynn constantly, both wishing he could talk to her and wishing he never had to face her again. She had told him that he could trust her, and he wanted to believe that. But how could she ever understand the situation if he couldn't understand it himself? His mind was a twisted mess. But thoughts of her helped him get through his days.

He was watching tv one evening when his phone rang. When he answered, Lynn was on the other end of the line.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully.

"Oh, hi, Lynn," he answered while feeling his instant arousal.

"I just wondered how things were going for you this week. I thought I'd see if we could get together tomorrow after I get off work. We could meet at the restaurant just down from where I work. It would take you around a half hour to get there," she suggested.

"Well, yeah, I guess I could meet you somewhere but probably not until after 6:00 or so."

Michael knew he would have some things to do right after school, but he could get things done in time to spend most of the evening with her if she wanted.

"Okay, great!" she said. She gave him the address of the restaurant.

"I'll meet you at 6:30?" she asked.

"Sure, that sounds good. I'll see you then," Michael said.

Of course, seeing her was all Michael could think about. Going to school had been a waste of time for him the next day. When he got home, he did his chores and ran the errands he needed to. He showered and left a little after 6:00, hoping he wouldn't get there too late.

He spotted Lynn's car as he pulled into the parking lot. She was still sitting in her car, obviously waiting on him to arrive. She motioned for him to get in her car, and he did.

"Hi!," she said with a bright smile.

"Hi yourself," Michael smiled back.

"Hey, it's such a nice day. I wondered if you cared if we went through the drive-thru and drove over to the park to eat," she said.

"That sounds like a great idea to me," Michael said, hoping he didn't sound too excited.

They went through the drive-thru, got their meals and drove the few short blocks to the park. Lynn pulled into a spot that seemed a bit hidden by the trees. They got out of the car and sat at the lone picnic table in the area.

They ate and made small talk during their meals, talking about Michael's school and Lynn's job, about their families and things they each had coming up in the near future. When Lynn got up to throw their trash away, she motioned for Michael to follow her. They walked over to a large tree, and Lynn sat down on the ground under it. Michael did the same.

Lynn sighed.

"I've had a crappy week so far, and I just needed to relax a little," she said.

"Oh? What's up?" Michael was genuinely concerned.

"Oh, it's probably not a big deal. I'm just feeling like things are unraveling a little between Paul and me. Ever since...well... you know..." she stopped.

"Yeah?" Michael urged her on.

"His friends have always been worried that he and I were getting too serious. I mean, I like his friends and I think they like me. But, well, Paul is THE guy, and his friends push for him to go out partying and drinking like they've done for years. They don't like the fact that I monopolize Paul's time. It isn't that they don't want us to be together, They just don't want to lose the Paul who has run around with them all their lives," Lynn explained.

Michael felt like Lynn wasn't finished, so he simply nodded and remained silent.

"I don't know," Lynn continued. "When he and I were waiting to see if, well, to see if I was pregnant, there was no doubt what was going to happen if I was. Paul had already been talking about buying me a ring. He hadn't officially proposed, but I knew it was coming.

Then when I found out I wasn't pregnant, we were both relieved. But something...something changed. It's like all of a sudden, he wants to be with his friends, which is fine. But things have changed between us, and I don't like it."

"What do you feel like has changed?" Michael asked.

"I feel like he wants to be with me, but yet, he cant wait to go out with his friends. I feel like he rushes our time together because he cares what his friends are thinking. He never cared before."

Michael nodded again.

Lynn sighed and leaned back against the tree.

"I think he's cheating on me," she confessed.

"Cheating on you?"

"Yes. And the thing is, I'm not sure how much I even care anymore."

"You don't care that he's cheating on you?" Michael asked incredulously.

"Well, I DO care, of course. But, I don't know. Maybe this all happened for a reason. Maybe we were moving too fast; or moving towards something that wasn't right. I mean...you know, I'm relieved we didn't HAVE to get married, too. Maybe he wants to break it off with me, but he doesn't know how."

Michael sat silent, because he just didn't know what to say to her. His heart ached for her, but he couldn't help but feel glad that he may get to spend more time with her. He wondered if she knew how he felt about her and if there was a chance she could feel the same about him.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to bore you with my problems," she said.

"You don't bore me," Michael assured. "Please believe that."

They smiled at each other.

Lynn sat up quickly and lightly smacked Michael on the leg.

"Now," she said. "Let's talk about YOU!"

Michael gave a nervous laugh.

"I don't think there's much to talk about," he said.

Lynn nodded and smiled. "Oh I do! Let's talk about what happened the other night."

"I..I..I'm not sure what to say," he stammered.

Lynn took his hands and made him look into her eyes.

"Michael, I just want to talk about it. I don't want to make fun of you or cause you to be uncomfortable. I would never tell anyone about it. You can be sure of that. It's just something I'd like to know more about. I'm just more curious than anything," she shrugged.

Michael shrugged back.

"If I thought I could tell you anything, I would," he answered honestly. "The truth is, I don't know what to make of it. I've certainly never done anything like that before."

"You mean what you did with the spot on the seat of the car? But you liked it? I mean, you liked tasting it?" she asked.

"It isn't so much that I liked it. It was more like I couldn't help but do it," he almost whispered.

Lynn still held his hands, while he continued.

"The truth is, Lynn, you are the most amazing girl I've ever known. I'm not sure any of this would turn me on if it was another girl. But watching you and hearing you when you and Paul...and then, seeing that spot on my car seat and then having you wipe it on my lips..." his voice trailed off.

She squeezed his hands. It was her turn to feel a bit embarrassed.

He looked up at her.

"I watch your body move and I wonder what it's like to feel you. I wonder what it's like to kiss you." They leaned in closer to each other. Closing his eyes, Michael felt his lips meet hers in an incredibly soft kiss that neither one tried to end too soon. After they pulled away, Lynn's embarrassment was evident.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "Here I am talking about Paul cheating on me, and then I kiss you. I apologize."

"No. Don't apologize," Michael whispered back. "I...I think you are amazing. And kissing you is something I've been thinking about for a long time."

"I have to," Lynn confessed. "I don't know what's going to happen with Paul and me. But, Michael? I've been thinking about you so much lately. I'm not sure what I'm going to do."

Michael nodded, "I understand."

Lynn sat back and tried to lighten the mood a little.

"So, tell me more about how you were feeling in the car the other night."

Michael thought for a moment before answering.

"Well, I liked watching you and Paul, at first. And I love watching you. But..."

Lynn's eyebrows raised in question.

"It would be much hotter for me if you and Paul were just physical. There is a stab of jealousy that I feel because you love him."

"Wow," was all Lynn could say.

"I know it's crazy. I told you I couldn't explain it to you," Michael said.

"No, it's okay. Sometimes you can talk through things better with someone than you can just thinking about it on your own. So, why did you start watching us?" Lynn asked.

"By accident. I went outside one evening and the window was open, and I heard you. I started watching. I knew I shouldn't, but I was mesmerized. I got so turned on. Then I got to know you more, and it made the experiences even hotter. I kept wishing..."

"Wishing? Wishing...what?" Lynn asked.

"Wishing that you were coming to me when you and Paul were done," he said avoiding her eyes.

Lynn shook her head. "I'm trying to understand, Michael, really. But you care for me and would like to have a relationship with me? But you wouldn't care if I was with another man?"

"Sort of," he answered. "I wouldn't want you to love the other man."

"You'd just want me to fuck him," Lynn finished.

"Yeah, I guess," Michael said weakly.

"And then you would want..." she didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Even if I was a complete mess," she said.

"Oh, god. ESPECIALLY if you were a complete mess," Michael whispered.

Then he continued. "I don't want you to think for a minute that I'm gay, because I'm not!"

She thought for a moment before asking him more questions. Had he ever fucked a girl? Had he ever gone down on a girl? Had he ever gone down on a girl who had just been fucked? Did he like the taste of Paul's cum? What made her so special?

He answered every question she threw at him. No, he had never fucked a girl. Yes, he had gone down on a girl before, but no, not after she had been fucked. It wasn't necessarily the taste of Paul's cum, it was Paul's cum mixed with hers and the thought and experience turned him on more than the actual taste. He didn't know why she had become so special to him, but she was nonetheless.

Lynn was processing the information.

"Are you wanting a relationship like this so that you and your woman could have an open relationship, where she could sleep with whomever she wanted and you could do the same?"

"Oh, no," he answered quickly. "I wouldn't want any other woman. Only the woman I loved. Only...you."

They sat, both looking at their hands, with their fingers still entwined. No words were spoken for what seemed like an eternity. Michael was the first to move, as he freed his hands from hers.

"I know you think I'm an absolute freak," he started.

"No! No I don't," Lynn assured him. "I've heard of this before. I've just never known anyone with that type of relationship."

"Well, it DOES seem a little out there, doesn't it?" Michael asked, shaking his head. "Freakish."

"Stop it," she scolded. "Do I understand it all? No. But that doesn't mean I think you're a freak. I'm happy you've shared everything you could with me about it. That means so much to me. I love being able to talk to you so freely. Being able to talk with each other honestly, without any embarrassment. I mean, that's a relationship most people only dream about! You're extraordinary, and you have become very important to me, Michael."

They sat together until the sun went down, then made their way back to the restaurant. As Michael was getting out of her car, he reached over and grabbed her hand.

"Please don't avoid me just because I told you how I feel," he said.

She smiled, "I won't, Michael. I don't think I would ever want to avoid you."

"I hope not," he answered.

"Well, just to prove it to you, where will you be this Friday night?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Probably just hanging around town. No plans."

"Well, I'm going out to dinner with Paul, but then he is going out with his friends," she rolled her eyes. "So, maybe I'll look for you after they've gone out?"

"Yes," Michael sighed. "That sounds good."

Lynn continued to hold his hand and pull him towards her. She kissed him again before he got out of the car.

Friday night rolled around, and Michael drove into town. Lynn hadn't mentioned what time she and Paul were going out or what time he was going out with his friends, but he got into town earlier than he knew he needed to. He saw some friends and a group of them sat in an abandoned parking lot talking and watching the cars pass. The perfect place to be, since Lynn would have to pass by if she left Paul's and came into town. Hours passed. Michael wondered if Lynn had changed her plans. He reasoned with himself that it wasn't that late; he had just got into town earlier than usual. More friends were stopping in to chat. Michael was involved in a conversation when he looked up and saw her car slowing down as it drove by. He watched her taillights and saw her turn at the end of the street. He made his way to his car and drove off in the same direction. When he turned the corner, she was pulled over to the side. She pulled out, and he followed her back to the park where they were a few days earlier. They parked their cars, and Lynn climbed in the passenger's side of Michael's car.

God, she looked gorgeous, Michael thought. She had a simple cotton dress on, and she was wearing her hair in a ponytail. She looked like the perfect woman as far as he was concerned.

She leaned over and gave Michael a tight hug around his neck, but hung on and didn't let go for a moment or two. She pulled away and gave him a weary smile.

"Hi," she said simply.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

She let out a sigh and looked out the window of the car.

"It's over between Paul and me."

"Oh my gosh, what happened? I can't believe he broke up with you!"

"Well, he didn't. He may not even know yet that's we're broke up."

Michael waited patiently for her to continue, trying not to look too confused.

She and Paul had spent a few hours alone like they had planned. They went out to eat and went back to Paul's house before a couple of his friends showed up. She was in the bathroom when the friends came in, and she overheard bits and pieces of a conversation she was obviously not meant to hear. They talked about the bar they were going to and started teasing Paul about seeing "her". Lynn knew she was not the "her" they were talking about. Lynn had cracked the bathroom door to hear Paul resisting the urge to join in the conversation. But slowly his friends pulled him into it, as she heard him agree that "she" was hot and that he hoped "she" would be there again. One of the guys told him that if Paul were to leave with her again, he was to let them know where they were running off to so they wouldn't have trouble finding him like they did the last time.

At that, Lynn had intentionally knocked something over in the bathroom, causing them to realize that she was about to walk down the hallway. They all talked to Lynn for a little bit before she announced that she was going to let them be on their way. She never let on to Paul or to his friends that she had heard what had been said. She wasn't going to make a production out of it, but she couldn't see a future with Paul anymore. She admitted that she would have to talk to him the next day and end their relationship.

Lynn took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Michael watched her, not knowing what to do or say to help the situation. Michael knew he loved her, but his heart was breaking for her because of the end of the relationship she had with Paul. He reached over and brushed some hair out of her eyes.

"Lynn, I'm so sorry. That had to be a terrible thing to hear."

"It was," she nodded, slowly. "But I think things had already unraveled so much between Paul and me. I think he was so scared when we thought I might be pregnant. I think his friends convinced him to back off of his relationship with me. I think he was scared of being trapped. Heck, I was scared, too. Maybe we both need to go our own ways, at least for now."

Michael nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I mean, I knew he was scared. I knew he was feeling suffocated or something. No woman wants to think she is making a man feel that way. It's been clear to me that we were on a downhill slope for the past couple of months. It angered me that he was so scared. It angered me that his friends could so easily sway him into spending less and less time with me. Maybe...I don't know. Maybe this just gave me the excuse I was looking for to break up with him," she sighed.

"Plus," she continued.

"Plus?" Michael asked.

"You," she answered quietly.

"Me??"

"Yes. You. Michael, I can't deny that you have become very important to me. The way we can talk to each other. The comfort I feel when I'm with you. I feel like we are on the same wave length or something. We have a connection that I can't ignore. Breaking up with Paul may be just what I wanted."

"Let's get out and walk a little," Michael suggested.

"Okay," agreed Lynn.

"I have a blanket in the trunk of my car. Let's get that out and we can sit down somewhere."

Michael got the blanket and slammed the trunk shut. They walked to the tree where they had sat before. Michael spread the blanket on the ground. Michael sat down, while Lynn laid down with her hands under her head.

"Lie down here beside me," Lynn invited.

Michael did so, as they both stared up at the sky. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of her body touching his in different areas from their feet to their heads. He could feel her body heat. He wanted to roll over and take her in his arms, telling her that she meant the world to him. He wanted to get lost in kissing her lips and holding her. But he couldn't. He's never felt like this before, and he just didn't know what to do. Here he was lying next to the most beautiful girl ever, and he was afraid of doing something wrong.

Lynn rolled over to face Michael suddenly.

"You know what?" she inquired. Michael looked at her.

"I don't want to think about Paul, I just want to think about being here with you. Because being here with you makes me happy. It makes me feel safe," she smiled.

"Wow, Lynn, that's about the most powerful thing anyone has ever said to me," Michael breathed. "I want you to know that I feel the same way. Safe. Like, when I'm with you, if feels like we are the only people alive. We can be free and honest with each other, with no regrets and no judgments."

Lynn's hand came off the blanket and rested on the back of Michael's head.

"The other night when we kissed? I want you to know I've thought about it ever since. I've never had a kiss that blew my mind like that," she said. "Michael? Kiss me again."

She pulled him to her, and she kissed him. Tenderly, at first. But her kissed turned into a sense of need as she wrapped her arms around him. He returned her kiss with passion. His hands roamed her back and pulled her close, as her fingers ran through his hair. Each time one of them would try to end the kiss, the other took the lead with a new sense of urgency. Michael's cock was rigid. Her hip bone grazed across it, sending him even deeper into the kiss.

Their bodies pressing against each other and the intoxication of their kisses sent both Michael and Lynn into a full blown heat. Michael's mind was racing, not wanting to take advantage, but he didn't need to worry about that. Lynn was making it clear that she had been wanting him for a long time.

Finally, Lynn sat up, without taking her eyes off of Michael, and began unbuttoning her dress. Michael froze. Lynn leaned over and kissed him again.

"Lynn, I want to do this. God, I want to. But I want it to be right. Is it right? Is this the right time?" he questioned.

'Michael, this may not seem like the right time. I know that. But as bizarre as it sounds, I want to give you something special."