Does quid pro quo unearth deeper enlightenment too late? Sorry, no willing cucks will be found here. Can she redeem herself? This began as a short simple tale but the story seemingly took on a life of its own. My apologies for the length and errors but after all, what do you expect from a bumbling fool?
Angela Martin didn't know what to think when she first met Wayne Vanstory. He didn't seem to be at all her type. Her older sister, Connie kept having these impromptu backyard barbecue parties under the premise of just being innocent get-togethers with neighbors and friends, but she knew better. Connie seemed determined to set her up with a new beau and she also seemed to prefer them to come from a different pool than I usually drew my dates from.
Oh, okay. So what if me and my friend Gloria had had slutty pasts compared to her, or many other girls, as far as that's concerned? After all, who hasn't sown a few wild oats? Why is it that a guy who's been around the block is called experienced, yet a similarly practiced woman is called a slut?
"All I'm saying Angie, is give this guy a chance. Wayne may be a bit slow to come around and not as wild as you're apparently accustomed to, but he's solid; solid as a rock and quite frankly, you could use some stability in your love life." Quipped Connie.
"To hear you talk, you'd think I've screwed everything that moves. I may be a slut, sis, but I'm not quite THAT bad!" Fired back Angie.
"Don't get me started Angie. I'm not even talking about your experimental days with that slut Gloria Hite during college. You two would go out and she took all your leftovers. The two of you would make sure no male around you ever went home with any sperm left in him. No, I'm concerned mainly about what you've been doing in the year and a half since then. It's almost like you majored in sex and minored in business."
"Gloria has settled down like you, believe it or not. She's married now and trying to have a baby. She's got a nice accounting job down in Salisbury, so I probably won't be too far behind her."
"Angie, I'll believe that when I see it. I can't remember when I've seen you go on a date with the same man twice in a row."
"Yeah, yeah, give me a break, Connie. Just because you've settled down to one man and a kid doesn't mean I have to be just like you. Besides, I really do plan to settle down...one day..someday. But I just wasn't planning on it being today." Angie iterated.
"I hear ya, sis, but this guy is special. He's not like all the rest. Everyone who knows him says the same thing. He's as honest and loyal as they come and believe me, that's a hard combination to come by these days. And on top of that, he's not hard on the eyes either. You could do a lot worse. If you don't snare him tonight, you may not have another chance. There's more than one woman here tonight who'd love to take him home with them and I'm not just talking about the single girls either."
"Oh, alright. You've convinced me. I'll go talk to him, but only if you swear to come rescue me in fifteen minutes to prevent me from drowning in boredom if he doesn't live up to your hype." Angie urged.
"You've got it. Fifteen minutes, but promise me you'll keep an open mind about him, please?"
"Oh, alright. I promise. Are you happy now?"
"I'll be happy when I see your slutty ways finally come to an end." Connie urged.
"Fuck you, bitch" Angie chuckled.
Connie introduced Angie to Wayne and then left them to their own devices. True to her word, Connie came over to them 15 minutes later to 'rescue' Angie if need be. Angie told her everything was just fine and sent Connie on a fool's errand. Connie chuckled as she walked away from the couple.
Apparently Angie became smitten with Wayne. He had an awesome sense of humor, was straightforward in his approach but soft spoken and not brash at all. Angie kept at him trying to find the chink in his armor but he seemed to be an open book. Such openness, Angie found refreshing and never felt as though she was being sized up as his next fuck, a fact that surprisingly did not disappoint her. In fact, the subject of sex never came up between them that night, a first for Angie with any other potential date she had conversed. Angie knew she was a hottie. Most men told her that she was the spitting image of US Pro Golfer Paige Spiranac. She wears a size 8 dress. Her very attractive athletic frame sports a 36 inch bust with a D-cup bra, a 23.5 inch waist with 35 inch hips. She stands 5'6" tall and weighs 122 hard-body lbs. She has a body to die for and she flaunts it to her best advantage. But for some reason, she never felt the need to flaunt her shapely assets with Wayne.
As the evening barbecue was breaking up, the two of them had not realized how much time had actually passed. It was as if only moments had gone by. Dutiful sister that she was, Connie had ardently fended off any and all interruptions all evening, allowing the burgeoning relationship seed an opportunity to establish itself. They exchanged contact information before parting ways as Wayne politely ended the soiree between them.
He called her two days later, finding an eager and receptive partner. They began dating and discussed nearly every topic imaginable. They were likeminded on so many issues that it almost scared her. Angie soon went from smitten to enamored, which quickly graduated to love.
