Growing up in an upper middle class neighborhood was ok I guess. I mean, well, I didn't know anything any better. My friends were the same people I grew up with and we all knew each other well, too well.
When you wanted to date someone else the whole school knew about it almost as fast as you voiced it. Breaking up had to be a publicly voiced rejection of the other person. That way it got back to them quickly and in a few hours it was all over, free to move on.
Of course as the guy you didn't stand a chance of dating anyone close to the girl's clique for weeks. As my adolescence kicked in I figured out that going to the other towns and making friends with the locals there gave me a better chance of finding a larger pool to select from.
It worked pretty well for the years I was in high school. Never having to be worried about a date or their friend's reaction to a break-up, gave me a lot of freedom to choose girls from different backgrounds and races.
My eighteenth year, the summer before going to college, I had three girlfriends.
Amanda was a gymnast with skin the color of dark chocolate and the most flexible body I have ever encountered. She could get into positions for sex few people ever thought about, fantastic lover. It never ceased to amaze me how a leotard could hide a full figured young lady, by that I mean big tits. Her ass was a cute heart shape that was made for a pair of hands to hold onto when she sat on my lap during one of our marathon love matches, man I miss her.
Megan was the mechanics daughter. I know it sounds like the start of a joke, but this young lady was far from a joking matter. Her father was a happy go lucky drunk that was passed out right after supper. If I had eaten with them he would yell at us from the couch just as he dropped out, 'Use a rubber!' Then we only heard his snores, she always had an ample supply of condoms for her many 'guests' her father didn't know about. She was the first one I had a three-way with and if her sister hadn't come home drunk it may never have happened. On a dare from Megan she told me I wouldn't fuck her sister while she watched. I did and she not only watched but got so excited she joined in.
Sasha was the last girl I was with before college life took me away. She was a missionary's daughter. Having spent years abroad she had a very rounded and understanding attitude about guys and girls and what they should do with each other when alone or sometimes with others around. To her it didn't matter where she was, if she wanted to suck my cock and we were at her parents sitting on the porch swing, she would take my jacket throw it over her shoulders and suck me off drinking down my entire load. Then she would come up with a grin showing me the little nuggets of sperm in her teeth and laugh and giggle. She would always want to share my ejaculate with me or her sister, when she was home. They would whisper and giggle like little girls sitting on either side of me in the swing. Damn I miss her too.
Now I'm in one of the Ivey League colleges on the east coast trying to be a lawyer and screwing every young nubile woman I can get into the pants of. I've had many successes and even more failures, but it's all good.
I don't want to join one of the fraternities and even in my third year here they still try to get me to join. They are nothing if not persistent. This latest attempt to recruit a new member, namely me, is bound for failure again. This time they try a different tact, violence!
Coming back to my apartment off campus the light is off in the hall. This isn't very unusual, but it's just the one by my door and not the rest. I never had any trouble before so didn't think anything about it.
Just as I put my key in a hand came across my mouth and clamped down. Dropping like I passed out the guy behind me, I could tell it was a man because of aftershave, let me go. When I hit the concrete I snap kicked his knee dropping him like a stone. Crying like a little girl he tried to grab me but I opened my door and slipped in side to get something.
When I came back he was moaning and holding his leg, "You asshole! Call the paramedics, you broke my leg! I didn't hurt you why'd you do that?"
"Oh shut up you big sissy. I'll give you something for the pain in a minute. Who sent you to get me?"
"Kiss my ass dip-shit!"
"That's not very sociable!" I held up my taser and squeezed the button making it sizzle, "No where was I, oh yeah. Who sent you?"
"No, no don't I'll tell you. It was the Delta president, he sent me to get you for initiation."
"There that wasn't hard, was it? So Preston Douglas wants to see me again, huh? I told him not to bother I don't want to join his little club, bet he didn't tell you that though. What's your name?"
"David Lester."
"David, nice to meet you but tonight is not your lucky night!" I zapped him enough to make his bladder lose control then again until he shit in his pants, "That ought to do it."
Grabbing his feet I dragged him down the stairs slowly bouncing his head on each step and out to my truck. The trouble was getting him in the back without getting his bodily fluids on me.
Driving over to the Delta house I parked in the street with the rear of the truck facing the front yard. Stepping out I checked on David and yelled, "Preston Douglas! I have a present for you!"
When he came out he stood there, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
"Oh we need to work on your people skills! Here let me deliver this first."
Jumping in the truck I backed over the shrubs and left furrows in the manicured lawn, slammed on the brakes and dumped poor David on the ground. Speeding out after spraying him with gravel I stopped in the street.
"Preston if you want to apologize to me come to my apartment to do it. If you want to escalate this obsession you have for me then have the balls to do it with out any of your lackeys. If on the other hand you want to let this incident go? Then do it, but if you don't be prepared to suffer the consequences. Have a good evening, gentlemen."
I drove away and called my girlfriend Sally on the campus police squad and told her exactly what happened.
"Bob you didn't! What if he presses charges?"
"No, Preston would rather handle it himself and save face. I hope he's not going to do that, but I'll be ready if he does. Want to go out for dinner Friday night?"
"Wait a minute here. I'll go over there and smooth it out for you, or at least find out what he says, ok?"
"Sure, but what about dinner?"
"You only want one thing, but then again so do I. Pick me up around eight and we'll discuss what you did in bed after we eat, bye sweetie. You be careful, ok"
"Ok lover, I'll see you Friday at eight, bye."
Sally went over and Preston, after trying to get her back to his room, said he and his friends would take care of the little problem. Meaning little old me, oh well here we go again.
