I Wish I Had Never Met Him Pt 01

This is the story about how someone fucked up my life and I didn't even realise until it was too late and I was left with nothing but bittersweet memories and a real burning hatred for him and the worst part is I know he got away with it.

To understand my story, I will go back to when I met the bastard at teacher training college in the 1980s.

I am Francis, though my friends call me Frank, a 48 year old 5'11" male high school teacher and I thought I had everything I could want in life. I had a beautiful wife, 3 wonderful children, a great job that I love and our home to call our own. Life was great, until last week. At college I was a fit 170lbs, now with a good life, it is closer to 200lbs, where does one find the time to exercise with work, looking after the family, meeting friends and a rich diet.

I went to SH College, a Catholic College, that did teacher training, and degrees in Economics and Media. I did my teacher training in Economics, ready to teach the world about how you should run things. The college was small, on the suburbs of a major city, and being Catholic, the halls or residence, on campus were single sex. The college, like many other teacher training colleges, there were more females than males at the college.

I was looking forward to an adventure and when I meet my immediate neighbours, it looked like I would have a great time. My neighbours David, Ian and Jordan were doing different courses, but like myself were only 18 and seemingly away from home for the first time. Although Ian had went to a boarding school as a day student. David was 5'3" from Hull and was very shy, he had only decided to do a teacher training course for Mathematics. He was a little unworldly and terrible around females, he did spend a lot of time with his Spectrum ZX. Unfortunately, he weighted slightly more than me at 185lbs.

Ian was from Surrey and came from a reasonably well-off family, and seemed that he was only doing his degree in Media to keep them happy. He was 6'3", blond hair and weighted about 170lbs. He played rugby and was constantly on his feet. He was very charming and self-assured, and liked to be the top dog around others and would use his money to help him on his way. This I didn't realise at the time, but soon came to that conclusion. Jordan was different again, he was from Liverpool, though his mother came from Nigeria. Jordan was the first Afro-Caribbean that I had met properly. Coming from rural Cumbria, there were not many Afro-Caribbeans there, think Montana but whiter. Jordan was also about 6'2-3" and weighted about the same as Ian, so he was a big, well-built man. Ian and Jordan could seem very intimidating between them, but they both wanted to prove that they were the best. Jordan was doing a degree in Business Management.

During the first night Ian and Jordan seemed to be in competition with each other as to who was the alpha male. David, in a drunken mood suggested a tournament between all of us, and I was stupid enough to go along with it. The college was 75% female and there were around 1500 students at the college so David suggested that we should set a target of fucking with 100 different girls by the end of the year each, the first one to the target would get their next summer holiday paid for by the other 3. We all thought this was a laugh and a joke. I thought, well there is no way that I will fuck with 100 different girls but what the hell. We were all set, to prove it you had to keep their knickers, blow jobs didn't count and you could only fuck girls at college. Jordan checked that if staff were included and we decided that that meant students and staff. David took his glass, saluted, let the games begin, finished his can and promptly collapsed in a drunken heap.

Next morning we met again for breakfast and Ian and Jordan reminded David and I about the bet. That set us up for an interesting semester, with all of us chasing as much pussy as we could get. Jordan being black, made him very popular with the ladies and by Christmas, he had fucked 30 different woman. Ian's charm worked its magic and he had fucked 25, David joked that he needed to raise his game if he didn't want Jordan to beat him.

David and I were a lot less successful, I had fucked 5 different woman and David 3. David unfortunately was too much of a nerd and had terrible social skills, so his limited successes were predictable.

I stopped at 5 because I met the best thing that happened to me, Carol. Carol was a trainee primary school teacher, who joined college at the same time. She was a 5'5" red head from Lincolnshire and she weighted about 130lbs. She was always smiling and was incredibly tactile. Carol had an amazing sense of fashion and always looked class and never slutty.

I met Carol at a party in her hall of residence for Halloween, she looked great and when we made out, it was brilliant. I didn't fuck her that night, but got a date for at Saturday, she was busy on the Friday night. Again I didn't get to fuck her, Carol seemed different, as she didn't just drop her knickers for a first or even second date. I thought this one is a keeper, she was lovely, caring and wanted to get on with becoming a teacher and helping children. Carol was the first in her family to get to college or university and wanted to set a good example to her younger sister.

Jordan and David mocked me for dropping out of the competition, Ian reminding me that I would still be paying the forfeit, he seemed more interested in winning the competition than about anything else. We all knew that there was no chance that David was going to win either. Ian congratulated me on get Carol and wanted all the details. Jordan promised that he would leave Carol alone, since she was with me, I had noticed that Jordan was very happy to fuck girls who were already going out with someone, so this made me a little happier.

Carol was great company but as hard as I tried, she refused to sleep with me, she wasn't that sort of girl. In early December, on her birthday, we went out and that was the night that I finally fucked her. I thought I was a master swordsman in the bedroom, and thought that Carol wouldn't know better, as I popped her cherry. Carol said she loved me and that I was the one. I knew then that we would get married.

Next month we fucked wanted to fuck every day, so Carol went on the pill and soon every day we spent every hour we were not working fucking. It was great and I was having the time of my life. To be young and in love.

One weekend, Carol went home to her family and I stayed at college. I went out with Jordan and David, Ian was not around, so the three of us went looking for a good time. I knew that Carol was the one for me, so I was just acting as a wingman to help David, Jordan didn't need any help. At the beginning of the night, Jordan was regaling us with his tales of conquests, which he filled full of stories of how slutty some of the girls were. He hinted at a lecturer that he had fucked and a couple of the students, one I knew from class, I thought she had a boyfriend back home. She was a bit stuck up bitch so I wasn't too concerned about her moral welfare.

Later that evening, David was trying to impress a couple of Dutch students who were there to improve their English and the whole night was so farcical, it was joke, David kept pushing, and one of the girls really fancied me, and she was a bit surprised that I wasn't willing to cheat on my girlfriend. David wasn't happy because the one he tried it on with just knocked him back.

When Carol came back we continue to fuck like bunnies and had a great time. I was in love and Carol loved me, we were starting to make plans for the future. We sorted out a student house for the next year and brought David along and a couple of other students.

Just before the end of the year, Ian called us together gleefully, asking how we got on fucking 100 different women. Jordan was pissed off because he was hoping to reach the number when the exams finished and he was on at the moment. I was mocked that doing the same woman 93 times didn't get to the 100, while David had only managed to get laid 6 times in the year. Ian enjoyed bragging that he had reached the target and showed his pile of knickers. David and I thought well, we knew that we weren't going to win, but a bet was a bet, so gave him £200 each, his prize money for his holiday. Jordan was more pissed off since he hated losing, and didn't give him his money until next day.

At the end of the year we all moved out of the halls of residence, I moved in with Carol and three other people, including David. We sometimes met Jordan for a drink and so that he could brag about his latest conquest and tease David about his lack of success. David did find a girlfriend, from the year below, on his Maths course. This cut down the teasing a little. With Ian, we seemed to move in different circles and I really had nothing to do with him.

Life was going fine, then, Carol and I hit a hiccup in our last year at college, when at Easter, we found out that she was pregnant, this just moved us along and straight after graduation, we got married and very quickly settled into married life with our first son. I quickly got a teaching job in Leeds and Carol and I ended up having two daughters, so we had two daughters and a son. I was a little disappointed that we never had more boys, but love all my children dearly. When they were older, Carol used her qualifications and became a primary school teacher and eventually the head teacher.

As we get older, life catches up with you and the people that you know. 10 years ago, Jordan was working as a bank manager, when there was a robbery and he was murdered by one of the robbers. Carol and I went to the funeral, as did David, who we kept in touch with. The nerd has become very rich with computers, who would have guessed. Also there was Ian. I was surprised because I didn't think that Ian particularly liked Jordan or knew him that well.

Three years ago Ian was killed in a hit and run, again we went to the funeral. At Jordan's funeral there was a big crowd and Jordan seemed very popular with lots of people. At Ian's there were only about 20 other people there. We were wondering what had happened to this popular guy from college. Was I right about how superficial he was?

A year ago I was devastated when a drunk driver crashed into the car Carol was in and she died. The drunk driver was actually banned from driving at the time, but he died in the crash as well, so I felt like I missed my chance to get the righteous revenge that I was sure I was entitled to. David made the funeral and tried to be supportive, but I was really overwhelmed by her tragic death. Fortunately, my kids helped me get my life back on track.

Last week I received an envelope addressed to Ms C Fisher, which was Carol's maiden name. I nearly threw it away, because I couldn't think of anyone called Fisher, until Davina, my youngest, reminded me that it was Carol's maiden name. She joked that she keeps on being asked for it for password security.

Davina opened the letter and it was about a self-storage unit and that payments were overdue. We were both surprised because we had not realised that Carol set up the unit. Davina and I were discussing what it could contain and decided that we would go and see the next day.

When we got to the storage unit and got in, we found some of Carol's mementos from life that I thought had been lost or that Carol had got rid of. Some quirked me like a menu from a restaurant near our college, from the mid-1980s but we never went there, it was too expensive. Then we found her diaries, this was the motherlode, but not of gold but of the poison that would destroy my life. We took the stuff home to look at later. Davina said that I shouldn't read her diaries because I might learn something that I would hate. She is wise beyond her years. I should have listened.

This morning after thinking about it and chatting with my children, I decided to read the diaries and my world crumbled. This was when I found out about the bastard and how he had fucked up my life.