A quick note from the author
This story isn't to be taken seriously. It's just another example of a stupid male doing something stupid, and then wondering how he got himself into an even more stupid situation. Good reading.
Bazzza
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Those reading this story probably think I'm an utter bastard. But in truth, I'm not really; I'm just an ordinary guy trying to get myself out of a difficult situation. What follows seemed a good idea at the time, my best mate Pete and I patted ourselves on the back for a brilliant idea to solve my problem. But alas, our success wasn't to be forthcoming, as you're about to find out.
Three years back when I was twenty one years old, I landed the job of my dreams. I'd always been interested in computers and later software animation. The job I picked up was for a young animation company, and right from the first day I had a good feeling about the people and the place. The last three years proved I was right as the company quadrupled in size mainly due to the enterprising development team, of which I'm proud to say I'm a part of. The company was founded by a guy named Tony Pritchard, and the best boss in the world. He worked a hundred times harder and longer than anyone of us, he led by example and wore a perpetual smile on his big oval face. Even when someone fucked up badly, he'd shrug his shoulders, tell the culprit to fix it and don't do it again.
The story isn't so much about Tony, but his only daughter Sally whom I've been dating since last autumn. Now some people might suggest that dating the boss's daughter ain't exactly a good idea, unless you were planning to marry her and inherit the family wealth, which I wasn't. Sally helped out at the company mainly helping her old man out with the day to day things. She just started hanging my desk more and more, then she'd sometimes join me when I went out to the local deli to get lunch. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were dating. Without bragging too much, I've always been pretty much a player with the girls. I'm not a bad looking guy; I'm tallish and wiry in build and a bit of a charmer to boot. So when Tony found out that his daughter and I were an item, I got the well deserved lecture about treating his little baby with respect, otherwise I'd be looking for another job pronto minus a few teeth and my arse a little closer to my ears. While it was all said in good humour, I was clever enough to realise that his jest was not without a little danger if you get my drift.
To be fair, dating Sally wasn't exactly a chore, well not at first anyway. At the ripe old age of twenty, Sally was a tall slender whip of a girl. Her thick curly brunette hair fell loosely to her shoulders, but half way down her back when wet. She was more cute than pretty, with fine facial features and high cheek bones. Her teeth were perfect from many hours of orthodontic work which gave her the almost picture perfect smile. I kinda liked the small splattering of dark freckles around her cute nose, even though she always tried to hide them with makeup. Her breasts were small and pointed, just a mere handful really. She hated them for being too small and always wore padded bras to enhance her figure. I didn't really mind as I'm more of a leg man than a boob man, but I'll get to that soon.
When nude, which was quite often, her waist was tiny enough for my hands to encircle. Below, her buttocks were just a nice round two handfuls. Her legs were long and almost too skinny for my liking, as I tend to go for the fuller figure. While she filled out a pair of jeans well enough, her trademark included very short skirts and heeled leather boots. She liked nothing better than to walk down a busy street in a short skirt, and let the lustful male eyes soak up her long legs and imagine what delights were above. Even in winter, she'd wear bright coloured tights under a short skirt to emphasise her long legs.
Sally was reasonably good in the sack, not the best I've ever had and certainly no where near the worst. She wasn't bad at producing a decent blow job, but avoided getting my cum on her face or in her mouth at all costs. She could fuck for hours on a good night and sometimes managed more than one orgasm when in the mood. Her pussy was usually trimmed in a neat triangle, her slim lips nice to kiss and lick. I really liked her clitoris which would grow and harden substantially when aroused, and I enjoyed playing with it as much as she did. Her opening below was tight and required reasonable lubrication before a comfortable penetration could be achieved. But once penetrated, the ride was usually physical demanding as well as rewarding.
Pete and I rent an old house near the city centre; we're just waiting for the developers to arrive with plans of some new monstrosity and we'll be forced out to find something else. Great thing about renting an old place is that you don't have to look out for it, so the parties are numerous and well attended. The next day clean up can sometimes last a week or even two. At first, Sally was too scared to stay over for fear of her father and my boss, but as time drifted on she gradually got braver and now she stayed most weekends. As most people would agree, there's nothing like waking up on a winter's morning next to a nice warm body. Especially one that likes a good seeing to, like Sally often did.
I suppose the trouble really started in early spring. I love the warm weather when tennis, cycling, swimming, and surfing are on the agenda. As I began to venture more outdoors as the days grew longer and warmer, I couldn't help but notice that Sally wasn't too interested in joining me. It was kinda surprising really because I thought she would be interested in the same things too. It took me a while to realise that she was quite a home body, she just liked to watch DVD's and movies which is fine for me during a cold winter, but not on a warm sunny spring day. I think that Sally was a little disappointed that I was willing to leave her at the house while Pete and I did the things we wanted to do. But we'd keep in contact by texting, and then she'd be around when I returned home so we could at least spend the evening together.
The spring storms were much welcomed by us surfers, as they brought in some good rolling surf for us to conquer. There'd often be a large group of us standing near our cars contemplating and discussing whether the waves were too high or too flat. Some people we knew, others we didn't, but the contagious interest in the surf made us all friends of varying degrees. And it was there that I met Becky for the first time, it would be she that provided just a little incentive for me to try end my relationship with Sally.
I suppose I spoke to Becky a number of times before I realised that she was kinda interested in me. I found it easy to drift into her space for she was a good looking girl, dark haired, curvy with big breasts and looked just lovely in tight jeans. She was cheeky and sassy as they come and would humorously insult anyone within earshot, which to me was of course, was red rag to a bull. Each time we met, we took delight in teasing each other, continually testing and probing for a weakness which could be exploited.
One warm Sunday afternoon, there were a number of us in the water. The high breaking surf made the use of our boards too dangerous, so we were content to let the waves dump us unceremoniously into the sand. I later found Becky sunbathing face up on the beach in a rather small bikini, and it was the first time that I'd got a good look at her without much clothing. Her skin was still pale like the most of us; her substantial breasts were only just held in check by a clearly inadequate bikini top, and a pair of toned and shapely legs adorned her lower half. She grinned knowingly when my eyes were drawn towards her bikini bottoms.
"And what may you be looking at?" she asked.
"Not much really, just thinking that you'll look okay once you loose that anaemic look." I replied quickly while lowering myself beside her.
She rolled onto her side towards me and laughed, my eyes were drawn this time to her well exposed breasts.
"How about I tell your girlfriend that you've got wandering eyes?"
"Feel free, there's no law against looking." I replied making myself comfortable under the suns rays. "Anyway, how do you know I've got a girlfriend?"
"Sally Pritchard, tall, pretty with dark hair." she answered turning on her back and closing her eyes.
"Never heard of her."
"Funny, I heard you two were going all the way, you know, engagement rings and wedding bells and all that shit."
"You've got that all wrong." I replied with a little more seriousness than I intended.
"It'd be a pity if it was true."
"And why would that be?" I asked with innocence.
