For The Love Of Peggy

For the Love of Peggy - He loved her, but she loved another.

A story of how unrequited young love changed with time. It takes place in the late sixties and early 1970s, a time when the flower children of the baby boomers were leaving their teens, a time before the internet, before DNA testing, before birth control pills were readily available for single women.

In those days, high school went to Grade 13. Grades 10 and 11 were designated as Junior High School, the minimum entry requirement for Trades Schools. Grades 12 and 13 were Senior High; Grade 12 for College entry, and Grade 13 for University. Note that Senior High School students were 18 and 19 years old.

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I'd known Peggy since our Grade 1 class. She was shy and introverted but extremely intelligent. She lived six blocks away from me in our small town. When we began high school, I would stop by her house every morning so we could begin our day together.

Our mutual love of classical music brought us close together at an early age. She played the violin and I played the piano. by the time we reached high school, I could also do a passable job on the guitar. We played a lot of duets together. She was particularly fond of Paganini and of course, like Paganini's sidekick Lignani, I ended up playing the acoustic guitar accompaniment. Not that I minded, it was my chance to be near her. I fancied myself a decent pianist and she particularly liked to listen to me play Chopin.

I was from the wrong side of the tracks, literally. My father was a blue collar worker and our social class was disdained by the upper crust from Peggy's side of town. Being the eldest of four children, there were a lot of chores to do so I wasn't able to join organized school sports. Not that my body suffered, helping my father put a lot of muscle on me.

Peggy had a beautiful athletic body and by her first senior year, she became a cheerleader on our school football team.

My nemesis was Mark, the team quarterback, the son of the largest banker in town. He was in his final year, one year ahead of us when he started paying attention to Peggy. He was popular and all the girls fawned over him. The egotistical bastard was certainly getting his share of pussy. By contrast, I was a virgin, still in my wanking stage.

It was on a fateful Saturday in the spring when I stopped by Peggy's house. Her parents were gone for the weekend and I thought we might take in a movie. When I was about to knock, I heard moans and squeals coming from within. Slowly opening the door, I witnessed what would remain with me for the rest of my life.

Peggy was on her knees on the living room rug, facing away from me, naked, with Mark's cock buried inside her. I could hear the slap/slap of flesh on flesh and the grunts and groans of the two of them. It was the most horrible shock of my young life. It was as if the love of my life had suddenly died and I never had a chance to say goodbye. The innocent girl I'd hoped to marry after graduation was gone. I quietly closed the door and retreated.

After arriving home, I sat behind my father's shed and mourned my loss... crying for hours. My father found me and with one look at my face, assessed the situation.

"Son," he said, sitting down beside me, "Believe me, I know exactly how you're feeling. When your mother got sick years ago, I thought my life was ending. She was everything to me, my whole life. But even though there was a good chance she might not make it, I found enough inner strength for both of us to keep going...

"And so will you, Matt," he continued, "Peggy's making a mistake, a young girl's mistake, but if you're patient..."

"I saw them... together... doing it," I stifled a sob.

He shook his head, a look of sorrow on his face, "I saw her and Mark walking hand in hand a few days ago. I didn't realize it had gone that far... But remember this, the Lord works in mysterious ways. Someday she'll realize her mistake..."

"No, Dad, there's no turning back," I said, my anger rising. But I knew that wasn't the way I felt. I desperately wanted things to be the way they were before.

--

Monday morning was the first time I didn't stop by Peggy's house to walk her to school. I avoided her all day. If I saw her coming, I'd duck into a doorway or a washroom or turn and briskly walk in the other direction. On the third day of school, she cornered me.

"Matt, I'm so sorry," she apologized, "I should have told you about dating Mark..."

"I saw you fucking on your living room rug," I blurted.

Her face turned crimson and her eyes looked down at my shoes.

"I'm so sorry you saw that," she stuttered, "Mark and I have fallen in love. Please don't hate me, Matt. You and I have been close friends for such a long time, it would hurt me terribly if you..."

I brushed past her and walked away, I couldn't listen to any more.

--

Afterwards, Peggy and I didn't see much of each other and when we did, we were both cool to one another. Gone were her tinkling laughs, our good natured hugs. She began to date Mark exclusively, even though that bastard was plowing other fields. I couldn't tell her that, she wouldn't have believed me anyway. She was in love with the asshole.

When Mark graduated, he went on to a university in a city 200 miles away. Peggy and I were in our final year of high school. We dated occassionally but only platonically. She would never allow me to fondle her, except for one instance... The night of our senior prom, I managed to get my fingers past her panties.

I made her wet and she mewled, "Yes, yes, Mark, make me come..."

My name is Matt, not Mark. It was another low point of my life. She never apologized for calling me Mark and we didn't date for the rest of the school year. Mark came back for the summer to work in his father's bank and they again resumed their fuckfests, though he still had a wide variety of other fuckmates.

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My interest in mathematics and music led me into computer programming in my final year of high school. At that time, computers were in their infancy and there were no high school courses, so what I learned was self taught. Assembly language was the norm and compilers were primitive.

I didn't have enough money to go to university, so that summer I took a job with a small company that was trying to develop some computer business applications. In retrospect, it was easy to find a programming job back then. It seemed that anyone who wore a pair of sandals and knew what a subroutine was, could land a job, albeit with poor pay.

At the end of the summer, Peggy went off to university, not so coincidentally, to the same one that Mark attended. I only saw her once during the Christmas holidays. She ignored me. Gone was that clean scrubbed look. Now she wore a ton of makeup and dressed like a slut. I supposed Mark liked it that way.

Meanwhile I lost my virginity to Maryanne. She was hot after me in high school so it seemed natural that we would get together. She enjoyed it immensely, claiming I was the nicest cock she'd ever had. However, it wasn't long before I discovered mine wasn't the only one. After that, I wasn't too choosy about whom I dated. I even plowed a few young divorcees. They were good, they taught me a lot about making love and I learned how to make a woman howl with pleasure.

Peggy flunked out of her first year. She'd become Mark's party girl and neglected her studies, skipping most of her classes. It hurt her parents to realize their only child was a failure, so her father set her up in business by buying her the only music store in our town.

It did very well but Peggy spent more than it earned. With her designer clothes, fancy red sports car, and her many other expensive habits, it wasn't long before she had to borrow money from the bank to stay afloat. That bank belonged to Mark's father. She barely toned down her spending enough to pay the interest on the loan. It wasn't long before she had to borrow more, using her music store as collateral.

Again Mark was home for the summer, working in his father's bank. This time he rented an apartment. Peggy wanted to move in with him but that would have cramped his style so he refused. When he returned to school that fall, Peggy drove the 200 miles almost every weekend to visit him. Those weekends eventually became less frequent because he claimed he needed more time for his 'studies'... Yeah, sure.

Mark was Peggy's biggest fan. She subscribed to that city's newspaper and the campus rag and kept a scrapbook on him. Though it hurt her to see him pictured with other women, her love for him never wavered. Was it love? I doubted it. That arrogant asshole just happened to be the first one into her pants.

Myself? Well, after working a year trying to patch someone else's spagetti code, I rebelled. Trying to instill more documentation and structure into my boss's business programs was hopeless. Since it added more time to our projects, I was looked upon as some kind of nut. So I quit and went to work for a larger company who welcomed my ideas. It meant their programs could be more easily tailored to other customer's needs.

Within a few months, I found another guy who had the same mindset as myself so we started our own company. Our quality of work set us apart from the standard of the day and we became successful from day one. Within a year, we had an additional dozen programmers working for us. The money was rolling in.

Since I was very busy growing our company, I had little time for social activities. I ran into Peggy only a few times over that year but we said little to each other.

By this time, I'd moved into my own small apartment. Since none of my younger siblings were interested in the piano, my father let me take the old upright. It was my solace, my escape from the busy world of business management and applications programming.

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One day I was passing Peggy's music store and decided to drop in and pick up some sheet music. The store was divided into two sections, one side sold vinyl records and the other sold musical instruments. There was a demo baby grand on the floor and I couldn't resist. I'd never had the chance to play one.

I did some finger stretches and began playing a Chopin nocturne. I was so engrossed with the sound of that piano, I never noticed Peggy standing beside me until I finished the piece. When I looked up, she had tears in her eyes.

"That was so beautiful, Matt," she sat down beside me on the piano bench and buried her head into my shoulder. People around us began to applaud. Later, I found out my performance sold two baby grands that day.

That asshole Mark was now dating the social elite at his university and Peggy no longer had much opportunity to see him. I jumped into the breach and we began to date again. I took her dining and dancing and the old Peggy slowly began to return, that wonderful laugh, the warm hugs, our common interest in music... everything seemed to be coming back. I was again truly in love... To tell the truth, I'd always been in love with her.

Peggy appreciated having me around but companionship wasn't enough for me. I couldn't play second fiddle, I had to possess her, to make her my woman exclusively. That opportunity came one weekend when her parents were away. We were sitting in her living room (the same living room where I watched her fuck Mark years before), listening to a Jasha Heifetz recording of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major, probably one of the most difficult and intense violin pieces ever composed.

Our arms were around each other with her head on my chest, lost in the melody. When the piece ended, it felt like there should have been more, like a story short of an ending. I lifted her face to mine and kissed her gently on the lips, as if trying to complete the ending. It was obvious that the music affected her too, there was moisture in her eyes, and I knew why. When it came to music, we had synergy, something she never experienced with Mark. He never understood anything beyond a jungle beat.

When I tried to get up to change the record, she refused to release me. She pressed her lips hard into mine, as if in appreciation of my presence. Her tongue flicked out in search of mine and she found it, pulling her body tighter to mine as she held one hand behind my head, refusing to break the kiss, panting through her nose.

My hand was massaging one breast, feeling a hard nipple through her dress. She moaned as she aggressively pushed me downwards on the sofa. I needed better access to those beautiful orbs so I reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her strapless dress, then unsnapped her bra. She offered no resistance when I broke the kiss and took one of her areoles into my mouth. Instead, she grabbed the back of my Tshirt and pulled it over my head, then mashed her lips into mine again. We were both in a frenzy, pulling on the rest of each other's clothing, trying to get naked so we could feel our bodies, skin to skin.

She still had her panties on. With one arm still around her, I lifted her slightly so I could hook the elastic of her panties with my free hand. One side, then the other, I pulled them down her legs and over her feet, then gently pushed her down, lifting one leg onto the back of the sofa and the other down on the floor.

My mouth found its target, that wet moist crevice. It was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. I remembered thinking it was unfair that Mark had it before me. I blew a hot breath onto her slit and zeroed in on her engorged clit, flicking it, gently sucking on it. I wondered if that asshole had ever given her oral... She answered my question.

"Oh Matt, I've never... Oh God... that feels so good... don't stop Matt, please don't stop... YES, YESSSS..."

A few drops of fluid emanated, not nearly enough, but she did have a small orgasm and was ready for more. I resumed my ministrations. This time, I pushed an index finger into her vagina, slowly finger fucking her, then followed it with my forefinger. I curled my fingers up behind her pubic bone and began stroking her g-spot. My little finger went into her anus and curled back into the thin membrane of her rectum, massaging it. I was teasing her and she tried to buck her pelvis into my hand.

"Please, Matt, please... Oh God, I've never felt anything like this..."

Her pussy muscles began to tighten and I knew she was close. My thumb covered her pee hole to prevent her g-spot ejaculation, while redoubling my effort on her clit, tugging it around the base with my mouth.

She exploded, I'd never seen such an intense orgasm. She screamed and instinctively tried to wriggle away. When my thumb slipped off her urethra, her geyser washed my face, some into my eyes. It stung and used her cotton panties to wipe my face. She was still howling when I reached into my pants for a condom.

I hesitated. Her naked body seemed much smaller than when she was clothed, almost pixie like. From what I'd seen of Mark's dick that day, I knew mine was larger and for an instant, I wondered if I might hurt her. But there was no turning back now, Peggy was on fire.

"Oh, God, Matt, that was so wonderful," she reached down and pulled my extremely hard cock between her pussy lips. Again I hesitated, giving her a chance to change her mind.

"Please, darling... please," she crushed me to her chest as I slowly slid into her channel.

I proceeded slowly. When I reached the end of her love hole, I paused for a moment to let her accommodate my girth, then started to stroke.

"Ohmigod, so big, so deep..."

I wanted to make it last, slowing down or stopping when I felt she was close. She tried to buck against me to climb that hill to orgasm but I held her ass firmly, immobilizing her. Her eyes were tightly shut when I finally decided to give us both sexual release. We furiously bucked into one another until I felt her pussy tighten...

"Oh yes, darling... fuck me, Mark... fuck me harder..."

That utterance would have stopped me cold but it was too late. We both exploded as our mutual orgasms shook our convulsing bodies.

After a moment, her eyes popped open, "Matt, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it..." But I knew she did, she was fantasizing it was Mark inside her.

But I loved her and wasn't going to give up. When we made love after that, she never called me Mark again, but neither did she call me Matt. Instead, she substituted an endearing term like 'honey' or 'lover'. It didn't fool me, she kept her eyes shut tight so she didn't see my face while we were making love.

Nonetheless, our copulations were great. I decided it was time to ratchet our relationship to the next level. We were the best of friends and we both truly enjoyed the sex. The only drawback was her fantasy of Mark but I felt time would solve that problem.

I asked her to marry me but she refused, so I decided to get her pregnant. After punching pinholes in all my condoms, it took three months before it happened. She was devastated when she found out and wanted an abortion. I steadfastly refused to let that happen, promising I would ruin her life if she took that option. After she talked to her parents, she agreed to marry me and have the baby.

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The wedding was very small. I was surprised since Peggy was the only child of a very wealthy family. It didn't take long to realize her father had something to do with it. After the ceremony, the wedding party had dinner in a small secluded room of a fancy restaurant. As we were about to leave, I cornered her father and told him in no uncertain terms that I would not tolerate any interference in our marriage. He just laughed and waved me off.

I knew then, she was planning to divorce me after the child was born. Why? So she could marry Mark when he graduated and came back to run his father's bank? Obviously, I was pissed but refused to play the game and carried on as if I suspected nothing.

Peggy's pregnancy caused her hormones to change. Now she wanted to make love every day, twice a day on weekends. But the scenario was the same, she closed her eyes tightly when I penetrated her.

--

When our baby boy was born, she wanted to name him Marcus. I frowned but didn't say anything. When we left the hospital I wrote my father's first name, Jonathan, on the birth certificate. Later, when she found out what I had done, she tried to tear my head off.

Peggy took two months to heal enough to have sex again but her hormones changed again. Now she rarely wanted sex. During her pregnancy, she'd gained an extra 20 pounds and made no effort to lose it. I was a bit disappointed, but at the same time, I knew she wouldn't be attractive to that fuckhead Mark. At least, that gave me some consolation.

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During Mark's final year of university, he came back for a few days during Thanksgiving. I kept a close eye on Peggy. They only got together once for lunch. After he went back, Peggy became much more interested in my exercise equipment. During the next six months, she worked very hard to lose her excess fat. Her body looked even better than it did before her pregnancy although her bum was slightly larger and her breasts had grown a bit... Far be it for me to complain.

Then disaster struck for Peggy. As soon as Mark graduated, he married a rich coed attending the same university. The marriage took place in the bride's city. Peggy was devastated, she wasn't even invited to the wedding.

Our sexual couplings became more frequent but I knew she still fantasized about Mark making love to her. She often cried after we finished... she just wouldn't let go.

--

Mark's marriage lasted only six months before his wife caught him with his pecker in another pussy. A few months later, the self assured asshole came back to work in his father's bank as the Chief Loans Manager. The news of his arrival made me very uncomfortable, I was sure Peggy wanted to renew her romance with him.