Every sexual encounter in this story, no matter how small, is between individuals that are at least eighteen years old or older. This is a one or two-parter...your choice. More info below. I'd like to thank TRCIII for a great job with editing it.
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The tiny three-legged stool was the only thing keeping me alive... until I kicked it away. As it tumbled behind me, I felt the thick hemp rope go taut, chafing my skin and cutting into my neck. It surprised me how much it hurt, but as the seconds and then minutes ticked by, my vision began to fade, and so too did the pain. I knew I was taking the coward's way out, but shit, that was half of my problem. I was a coward. A scared coward, completely lacking confidence in myself, with no one who respected me because I was unworthy of respect. I didn't want to live like this anymore. I couldn't live like this anymore, so I had chosen to end it. As my body fought to live, I started having second thoughts. Maybe there was another way I could have handled what had happened and what was still happening. My mind, in a fevered frenzy, scoured my life to try and make sense of what had gone wrong and what, if anything, I could do to make things right again. It had been a very long time since things had been right. Since my relationship with my wife seemed to be the crux of my issues, my mind instinctually focused on that. I began to relive the highlights of that relationship, desperately and futilely searching for clues to the cause of my current troubles.
I remember meeting Lexie as a freshman. She had moved to our hometown that year, about a month into the fall quarter. I thought she was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, glimmering blue eyes, and the cutest smile. For those admittedly shallow reasons, when the homeroom teacher asked the class for a volunteer to show her around, I instantly raised my hand. I wasn't alone in volunteering, but the teacher picked me. Lexie seemed happy that I had been chosen, giving me a big smile. Homeroom was like a free period, and the students could talk if it was school-related. I quickly exchanged seats with another student so that I could give Lexie a primer on all the ins and outs of our school. We had a couple of other classes together, math and science, where I was her lab partner. It wasn't long before we developed a friendship and we began hanging out together after school. At the time, I was skinny, a bit pasty as I never got out much, and I had some minor acne. Other than that, I was tall and had nice features, but I was still relegated to the friend zone. That was my first clue.
I must admit, it hurt watching her date. She stuck with the first boyfriend, some older guy that I didn't recognize, for about six months before she told me she dumped him. I found out because I caught her stealing kisses with one of the basketball players in the hall one day. After that, she always seemed to have a boyfriend and she would always go for jocks. Of course, they'd invariably seek me out so that I could tell them all about her. I gave them some highlights, but never the full story. I didn't owe them shit. None of them considered me a threat, despite me knowing just about everything about Lexie. She seemed to go through boyfriends about every two months. She told me she was having fun but had gotten bored with them. I did notice she was never really without a boyfriend. She'd break up with one on Friday, and the next Monday she had a new one. I didn't really want to know how she did it, so I never asked. Maybe I should have because that was my second clue and a big one. This pattern kept up until the end of our senior year.
By this time, my body had filled out and thought I looked pretty good. I had gotten into watching UFC and started wrestling, weight training, and practicing after-school jujitsu for fun. It didn't take long before I started eating right too. The acne disappeared and I started getting pretty good at both wrestling and jujitsu. Still, Lexie was the only girl who ever gave me the time of day, and only as a friend. I had a well-developed personality complex by then but still didn't know what my problem could be. Thinking back as the slow strangulation caused my eyesight to completely disappear, I found this was my third clue. At the time though, it just made me self-conscious and destroyed my confidence.
That's when things completely changed. Lexie dumped her latest boyfriend and went single for the first time since her freshman year. This was a couple of months after she had dumped her previous boyfriend at prom and started dating this guy. He happened to be the same guy she first dated back in her freshman year. At the time, I thought how funny it was that her relationships had come full circle. Thinking back on it, I finally realized just how stupid I was hanging out with her. The problem was, she was smart and funny, not just beautiful. She was always smiling and was always nice to me and had been a great person to talk to about anything. She never judged me and always helped me out whenever I needed it. I figured that the least I could do was the same for her.
Senior year was almost over, and we had both already turned eighteen. We got accepted to different schools and I had this strange feeling like a weight was going to be lifted from me. I never really understood it, figuring it must have been 'school' that I was thinking about. After all, college was a completely different experience, or that's what I had been told.
With only two weeks of school left, she began to put on the full-court press. I did notice that Lexie had been acting differently towards me after her last boyfriend, but I had been so conditioned to know my role as a friend that I didn't give any of her gestures a second thought. She asked me why I had never asked her out. I wanted to scream at her that there was never a time that she wasn't with someone and that I wasn't the kind of guy to hit on someone else's girlfriend. Instead, I just looked at her blankly.
To make a long story short, Lexie was very convincing and finally wore down my resistance until I agreed to take her on a date. I did love her but had been convinced over the years that I just wasn't boyfriend material for anyone, especially Lexie. Now, I knew she could hurt me a lot worse than I could hurt her, so was on guard through the entire first date. But Lexie was persistent, clever, and managed to slowly get me to lower my guard. By our fifth date, we were happy, holding hands, and in the first stages of puppy love, or so I thought.
It was the day before graduation when she snuck over to my parent's house and into my bedroom above the garage. It was after midnight and I was sound asleep. She had opened my window and slid into bed beside me, waking me up when her body, cooled from the outside air, touched my own, which was much warmer. I jumped, but she shushed me and pressed her lips to mine. This was the first time we had kissed. It wasn't long before I realized she was completely nude under the covers. It didn't take her long to warm up and soon we let our hands roam as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. I was in Heaven. I had never even kissed a girl, and here I was with a nude woman in my bed with me. As we played, it didn't take me long to realize how experienced she seemed to be. She was in complete control and I was only along for the ride. But what a ride it was.
She jacked me off first, to relieve pressure, she said. Then she used her mouth to get me hard again before straddling me with her warm fleshy thighs and laying directly on top of me where we resumed kissing. Her ample breasts felt like the most amazing pillows as they pushed into my chest. That's when I noticed that the tip of my dick was slowly pressing into her. She put a finger to my lips to keep me from speaking and shimmied her body down, allowing my dick to easily slip inside of her. I wasn't small by any means, and if I had had any sexual experience, that would have been a clue and a red flag. But I didn't, so it wasn't. I just enjoyed myself in my blissful ignorance as she started to ride me slowly, 'making love' she said. It certainly felt like it to me. I understood her wisdom in releasing the pressure as I still only lasted about five minutes like this. She told me it was okay. That some guys just didn't have the stamina. I hadn't made her cum either, so she had me eat her out. It was less erotic than a sexual education lesson, as she instructed me in every aspect of the act. By the time I was done, I had made her cum twice, which made me feel good.
I was all smiles for graduation when Lexie gave me another surprise. She had somehow managed to get me accepted at her college. Its program was comparable to the college I had planned on attending, but she persuaded me with her mind and her body to follow her to hers. Everything seemed to be going well at the time, so the weight hadn't returned to my shoulders and I was none the wiser. We had sex almost every other day, except on the weekends, another red flag That went on for the whole summer, and then we went off to college together, only two hours away from our hometown.
To all outside appearances, we were the perfect couple. However, after two years, she had managed to keep me all to herself. She convinced me to hang out with only her friends, which were all guys. She had me quit wrestling and jujitsu because she said it wore me out, though she was the one who more often was too tired to have sex or make love.
It was in our junior year that she got pregnant. We quickly decided to tie the knot and were married less than two months later. My groomsmen were all her friends, but they were nice enough guys, so I didn't mind. By the end of our junior year, she became big as a house and almost impossible to live with. I had no idea why she was always so irritated, but it seemed like it was always my fault. We had gotten a little apartment right off campus after our small wedding and it had been okay for a while. I started spending more time at the library and my already good grades began to improve. I managed straight A's for that semester. Her grades always seemed to float between a low C to a low B. She was a smart student, so I never understood why her grades suffered so much.
A boy was born to us in late August and she named him Thomas, after her grandfather. She took the semester off to nurse him and recover. I helped where I could, and she calmed down a bit and became easier to live with. There was never any time for sex, so I spent my time studying and acing my second semester in a row. I thought things were starting to look up and then she came up pregnant again. That was impossible since we hadn't had sex in months. Well, not impossible. I knew what it meant but couldn't face her over it. I was so scared she would leave me and take my child that I kept silent.
