As a teenager I was normal. I was average height and average weight (a little on the skinny side). I grew up in a small town and had a great group of friends that I always hung around since we were kids.
When I was a Junior in high school I was held back because I missed a lot of school due to my parents divorce. So when summer came and I turned 18, it was heartbreaking to know that my friend group would become Seniors but I had to repeat the Junior year.
My name is Steve and unbeknownst to me at the time, that next school year would impact my entire life and send me on the path to becoming a cuckold.
When summer arrived my friend group of about 20 people starting hanging out each weekend. We all had typical summer jobs but made time for bonfires and get togethers every Saturday night. That's when I really started to notice Pam for the first time.
I mean I've known her my whole life practically, but something about her blonde hair and beautiful eyes really hit me across the fire pit. Pam was only 5'6" tall and she ran track and field. She had firm but small B cup breasts. But what she didn't have in the front she made up for with her amazing rear end that you could bounce a quarter off of.
I stood up and went over to talk to her and we really hit it off as more than just friends, We spent the next couple of hours talking and she was even laughing at my stupid jokes. By the end of the night I finally got up the courage to ask her out for the following Friday and she said yes.
The whole week was a blur as I looked forward to Friday night. When it finally came I did everything I could to make it special. I washed my car, picked out a nice outfit, and I even met her parents. We ended up going to dinner and a movie and by the time the night was over we were holding hands in the car on the way home. I was in love and I thought she was to.
That night I walked her to her door and leaned in to kiss her. She moved to the side and kissed me on the cheek. She said that she had a great time and really liked me but really wanted to take it slow. I told her I understood and respected her wishes. She told me goodbye and that she would see me at the bonfire on Saturday.
The next month was a blur. we would go out each Friday and then spend most of Saturday just sitting by the fire talking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Each Friday night's date ended with a kiss on the cheek that eventually became a quick kiss on the lips. To me it was a match made in heaven, that was until the following week.
I called Pam on Wednesday to see where she would like to go on Friday and there was a hesitation and silence for a minute on her end. She finally replied and said "Steve, I'm so sorry but I have a date with Paul Friday night. He asked me on Monday and since we haven't ever said anything about being exclusive I just assumed you were dating other people as well and said yes. I hope you aren't mad at me and I'm sure we will catch up on Saturday night."
I stumbled out some sort of response that told her I understood and it was okay. But inside I was wrecked. It was like I was hit by a bus. Paul was my friend and someone who had been in our group for a very long time. I thought we were friends and it shocked me to find out he asked out my girl behind my back.
Okay so maybe we hadn't put a label on it and yes we had really only progressed to holding hands and some kissing, but I was just respecting her wishes and taking it slow.
After letting it sink in, I called Paul.
"Man, what are you doing asking Pam out, you know I really like her."
"Look dude, I've always thought she was pretty and I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask her. If you and her were serious then she would tell me no. But she didn't so all's fair in love and war." Then he hung up on me. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. I was livid, but there wasn't much I could do.
Even though Paul was in our friend group, he didn't quite fit in with the rest of us. Most of us were average and really liked things like Sci-fi and video games. Paul was 6' tall and very athletic. He was on our football team and didn't have a problem pushing back when he wanted something. He was a typical bully, but since we all had been friends middle school we put up with him.
Another thing about Paul that was definitely different than most of us was that he was really blessed in the cock department. While I was average and around 5 1/2", Paul was easily 8". While I was a "grower and not a shower" and normally had a 1 1/2" nub sticking out, Paul's cock hung down limp like a third leg. In the showers after gym class the rest of us would try to hurry and shower and wear a towel while we tried to pull our underwear on beneath it, Paul would strut around like he was the king. This also tended to allow Paul to get his way by intimidating the rest of us.
So when Friday came and I knew that Paul was picking up Pam in his Blue Camaro, I was a ball of nerves. I couldn't stop thinking about him taking my girl to dinner. Pam riding in his car and making small talk. Would they share a drink and popcorn at the movies? Would he try to kiss her? I couldn't keep my mind from thinking about it. No matter what I did. I tried to go for a drive to preoccupy my mind but I ended up driving by the movies and saw his shiny Camaro sitting in the parking lot. It was like a punch in the stomach. Finally I just went home and tried to go to sleep.
I tossed and turned all night and couldn't wait until the bonfire to talk to Pam. I thought I would surprise her and pick her up to take her. But when I pulled into her subdivision I caught a glimpse of her getting into Paul's Camaro as he held the door open. I drove by not knowing what to think. That's when he saw me. He just held his hand up and waved with an arrogant grin on his face.
The bonfire was terrible as I sat by myself away from the fire watching them laugh and cut up. After a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore and left.
It wasn't until the following Thursday when I heard from Pam. She finally called to catch up with me. I didn't have much to say on the phone and there was alot of silence between us. That's when she finally said
"Look Steve, I know you are probably mad at me about going out with Paul and I'm sorry. But when he asked me we didn't have anything planned and I wasn't going to sit at home when i could go out on a date. I really like you and I hope you understand."
The way she put it I really couldn't fault her. We hadn't made any commitments to each other and yes, she was right, a beautiful girl like her shouldn't have to wait around and spend Friday night alone. Eventually I got out of my funk and we ended up going out on Friday.
I was so happy and it was just like it was before. We held hands, we laughed and she even let me french kiss her when I took her home. I was in heaven at least for that night.
However my feelings changed a little the next night. It rained so we had to take our weekly gathering inside at a friends house. As we were all hanging out, the house was a little cramped so we were split between the kitchen, living room and dining room. Pam and I had been hanging out in the dining room when she went to the Kitchen to refill our drinks. I was engrossed in a conversation and hadn't realized that about twenty minutes had went by. I got up to see what happened to Pam and as I entered the Kitchen she was coming in the back door followed by Paul. It appeared that she was adjusting her top and it appeared that she had flush cheeks and her hair was a little messed up. She saw me and said that she had stepped outside because it was hot and she needed to cool off. I just shook my head, refilled our drinks and started to follow her back into the Dining room. I happened to look back at Paul and he just grinned and tipped his glass to me. Boy was he arrogant.
I asked her what they were doing out there and she said that he just followed her outside to stand around and they were just talking. She then put her hand on my chest and rubbed it a little. She said "let's go home, I'm tired".
When I drove her home and walked her to the door, I said goodnight and tried to kiss her, she just put her hand to my chest gently pushing me back and said "I don't feel well, I would hate for you to get sick."
"It's okay, I don't mind" I said as I leaned in. When out lips met and I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth she started to kiss me back. There was a different taste to her tongue than normal. It was more salty than normal. She then leaned back and said "Good night" and went inside.
As the summer ended we still spent lots of time together and went on several dates. The last week before school started I had to go out of town to visit my grandmother. I really missed Pam and on Sunday I called her to check in.
"Hey Pam, I'm sorry I haven't been there, I've missed you. I hope that you weren't bored without me" I said with a slight laugh.
"It's okay, I was a little bored Friday night but last night Paul picked me up and took me out to get some dinner. It was fun." She seemed radiant and very happy.
I faked a laugh and said "Well I guess that's good. I just didn't know why you would go out with him instead of doing something with the group."
"It wasn't a date, we just went out for a bite. I was hungry and really didn't want to be out in that smoke"
