It was hard living away from home and the university life didn't seem to suit me all too well. I was reeling from a recent long-distance breakup with my girlfriend Mylie. She'd wasted little time "Dear Johning" me three weeks into the semester. My parents were ecstatic having never preferred the short, curvy redhead in the first place. There were sarcastic talks of the black, redheaded kids we'd have and the like, comparing them to Dr. Seuss's "Thing 1 and Thing 2" ultimately earning my ire until I was assured they were kidding. Mylie joined the army right out of high school failing to tell me until it was too late. Somehow, we'd managed not to have sex until we were eighteen finally accomplishing the deed on prom night. I have to admit to being something of an "Ass Man" which probably had a lot to do with the reason I tolerated Mylie's decidedly tense personality.
I always shuddered at the memory of her big, pale ass bouncing on my cock until I waxed it in spectacular fashion. Mylie reacted unexpectedly anger blaming me for messing up her dress. I was at a loss for words probably reeling from my first time with a woman. Two weeks later we revisited our momentous prom night ending after a trip to the beach rutting like animals for nearly a day until I was left lying. It was the first time I can recall seeing her fully nude and what a sight it was. If it weren't for her extraordinarily wide hips, Mylie would have possessed a normal slender figure. But I have to admit that her big, juicy rear set her in a class all by itself. I'd waited so long and finally having it sent me into nirvana.
To be fair, I'd driven my parental units crazy with constant talk of Mylie and repeated playing of "The Beautiful Ones" several times a day didn't help. I was marked as "color struck" by several relatives and metaphorically tossed on the rubbish pile by some female acquaintances. I found this ironic considering none of them had taken me up on any dating offers in the past, almost balking when asked out. I was content with Mylie and her urban curves, looking forward to a future together. Imagine the shock I'd felt when she announced that she'd be shipping out to Fort Jackson at the end of the summer? Mylie's late father had been a staff sergeant in the army, she wanted to follow in his footsteps.
Nothing was going to dissuade her from achieving her dream, but I just wanted to know that I meant something to her. A nasty fight left us apart for a few weeks until second week of August when we hooked up for the third and final time. It was strained and nearly emotionless ending with a whimper as I waxed her forty-inch butt while she lay in a prone position on the rug of her bedroom floor. Mylie shipped out with out a word or call. I'd receive a strange, shaky call from her in the middle of the night halfway through September asking if I was cheating on her. It was fucking ridiculous as we had this kind of half argument before she just hung up in my face.
I wasn't cheating, but I wasn't blind either and let my eyes chase the girls. I felt solid with Mylie and didn't want to ruin it under any circumstances. Left to my own devices, I resolved to work on my somewhat thin frame by running two times a day. I added a little bit of weight training to my regimen starting to make some progress with an athletic figure that began catching the girl's eyes. To show support I'd started writing Mylie real letters asking about her experiences in basic training and telling her how much I loved and missed her. Mylie responded back a few times giving me the impression that she felt obligated in written form with usually one or two paragraphs answering the most basic of questions. There was a photo of her in one of the letters showing a lean, more streamlined version of Mylie than I was used to seeing. It was a group photo with other members of her platoon in their fatigues minus the over shirt. For some reason I found this photo disturbing looking at it a number of times unable to come up with a reason for hating it.
The photo found its way into a picture frame in my dorm room along with another of Mylie and I at a country fair. I'd always laughed at the cowboy hat she wore in that photo because it contrasted with my decidedly urban appearance, baseball cap and all. Ironically, Mylie bought the clothing I wore in that photo citing a lack of style on my part. I admit she had a better time than me that day, but her happiness was my happiness...or so I thought. My roommate at the dorm, Armin, bought me that fateful envelope turning my world upside down. His name was Ralphie Simmons and they'd been dating for a minute before she decided to clue me in on things. Mylie wrote incessantly about this guy disregarding my feelings as she spoke of how compatible they were. Yeah, she was pretty serious about this other guy leaving me angry and barren, cheated out of even a physical confrontation with this intruder. I snatched up the picture finally realizing what I'd been looking at all this time. There it was right in front of my face as I realized Ralphie Simmons was standing there with an arm encircling Mylie's slender waist. Rage engulfed me as I flung the photo against the wall over my bed destroying the frame.
The following weekend was spent kegging it up at some frat party where I unfortunately ended up getting into it with some jerk who continuously questioned my unseen invitation to said party. I was summarily tossed before being allowed back in for a drinking competition which I handily won in dramatic fashion before spewing all over the place. I continuously bitched about losing my girl to some guy who looked like the lost kid of Patton Oswalt until a somewhat rotund sorority chick shoved my head under her sweater between her huge breasts as everyone laughed. Her pendulous boobs slapped the shit out of me until I nearly spewed. Everything that happened after that was a blur until I woke up next to her nude, sleeping body. We'd done the deed sometime during the previous night and I didn't remember a thing. It must have been intense because I awoke in the spooning position with my endowment parting her wide shallow cheeks. She was some oversized blonde named Irma who'd thrown caution in the wind to end up in the bed of some guy who didn't even know her name.
"Name's Irma; Irma Hersh-not Mylie."
"Sorry."
"Whatever, I'm out of here and another thing..."
"What?"
"You see me on campus; don't see me on campus, all right?"
"Uh-okay." I was grateful for the bloodless nature of our awkward, post coital debriefing as I watched Irma dress and leave my dorm room with a loud slam of the door. My roommate Armin talked up my moving on after Mylie but cautioned me about "fucking fatties" saying that a lot of girls were into the "black thing". Armin came from a privileged upbringing that didn't lend itself to any appreciable social mores.
When it was all said and done, I still felt like the world's biggest idiot taking a few days off from classes to get my head together. Against my better judgement, I looked up Mylie's Facebook page noting that it had been heavily updated to reflect her new relationship. Reading everything on the open page let me in on the fact that my ex had always been two steps ahead of me in the relationship. They were dating about two weeks into basic training. I wanted to explode but what good would that have done? There was no one to fight and I hated Mylie for that.
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Mathematics tutor-Very good!!
(213)-XXX-XXXX
My name is Mei!!
There was a smiley face on the bottom of the index card sized post in the dorm corridor's bulletin board. My days off had resulted in my grades taking a dip, particularly my calculus class. The teacher's aide notified me that a makeup test would be given on Saturday morning of the following week. I searched around for a tutor at his suggestion to help me cram. The small card seemed to call out to me from the middle of the myriad listings on the large corkboard. I called the number leaving a message for Mei before losing myself in my other classes. Later that day I received a text for a meeting in the library at three. I was worried that my personal life would damage my GPA and it was all I had left after drinking the Kool-Aid of a nonexistent relationship. It felt stupid to place my education second after finding out I'd been cheated on from day one. I trudged off to the library unsure of what I'd find in my potential tutor as visions of Mylie lingered in my mind, so much white noise. The school library was crammed full of students at this time. I followed the instructions left by Mei finding her sitting at a table near the back windows facing the courtyard.
"Sorry, I'm using this table for an appointment." She glanced up from her phone as I sat in front of her.
"Yeah, I-I uh, believe I'm your appointment."
"Oh, are you my three o'clock?"
"Yeah." Mei was this Chinese woman with a pretty enough face sitting across from me with a sort of "dear in the headlights" expression. She looked conflicted running her fingers through her long, shoulder length tresses before addressing me.
"I'm not going to be able to tutor you, sorry." She closed some books on the table placing them in her bag.
"Why?"
"I don't have to answer that; you can go now." Her rudeness caught me off guard.
"You're very rude; do this to all your clients?"
"No, just you."
"I don't know what I could have done to offend you, but I'm very sorry, Mei." She was already texting on her phone essentially ignoring me.
