Another familiar theme. This is a long story. If you prefer to avoid long tales or simply don't have time right now, please skip this. For those with adequate time and patience to continue, I placed chapter markers in bold for your convenience. Please forgive my preference for not breaking my stories into sequential posts. I will never write a willing cuckold story.
Chapter-1
What to do, what to do? I just inadvertently discovered that the person I despised most in the world, my ex-wife, was also.....
I was so angry that I couldn't even finish my thoughts.
This was the second most upsetting news of my life. The immense flood of emotions stupefied me. Is everyone I know conspiring against me? Do I have any friends left truly on my side? I decided to revisit where I may have gone wrong in my life in my mind to explain my distressing conundrum.
It was the beginning of the third quarter of my first year attending the University of Texas at Austin. I was a student at the Cockrell School of Engineering working toward a degree in Chemical Engineering. I was there on a partial scholarship based on my grades. My middle-class parents chipped in what they could to help defray expenses and I was working a part-time job locally at Home Depot as I endeavored to avoid drowning in debt. I didn't want to be paying on student debt for twenty years so I was burning the candle at both ends. At this point, I was mostly taking the required courses along with one physics course that was as close as I was going to get to Chemical Engineering as a first-year student.
It was in the campus cafeteria that I saw the girl who made my heart beat faster.
"Hey, Brett," I began as I elbowed him. "Do you know who that is over there?"
"Which one? I count seven of them clustered together."
"The pretty one, silly."
"Sylar, I may be your best friend, but I can't read your mind. They all look pretty to me. I'd do 'em all, together or one at a time," he joked.
"The long-haired brunette in the yellow top. Is that specific enough?
Brett casually looked over again at the beauties. "Nope, never seen her before. But I do know Corrine. I have a math class with her."
"Which one is Corrine? Never mind, it doesn't matter. How about asking your friend, Corrine to introduce me to the cutie-pie yellow top?"
"I'm probably gonna regret this but I'll give it a shot for you." We casually walked over to the group of girls.
"Hi, Corrine, how's it going?" Brett innocently asked.
"Oh, hey, Brett. Just catching up with some friends and getting a bite to eat."
"I see," he conjectured. "About that, this is a friend of mine, Sylar Osborne, and he's dying to be introduced to one of your friends here."
"Which one?" Corrine asked as she saw me staring at my heartthrob. "Oh, Sylar, this is Ainsley Gruber. She's in the music program here."
I held my hand out to the angel before me. "I don't usually make such a fool of myself, but when I first saw you, I just had to meet you, Ainsley." As we shook, I searched her hands for a ring that might connect her to another but didn't see one. She giggled at my boldness but said nothing. At least she didn't shoot me down.
"So, Ainsley, do you sing, or do you play?" I nervously asked, hoping to start a conversation.
"Yes," she giggled again. "I sing and play. My friends here sing in a group for fun."
"Oh, wow. I didn't expect that. Would your group sing a song for me now?" I bravely asked.
Ainsley smiled and thrust her arm behind her back. "Since you twisted my arm, we might be able to come up with something." She looked at the other girls, nodded her head, and hummed a note. They took a breath at the same time and began singing 'Just the Way You Are' exactly as performed in the movie Pitch Perfect, hand clapping and all. When they finished, the cafeteria erupted in applause, none louder than mine.
"Wow, you girls have more talent in your little fingers than I have in my whole body. I'm sure you already know it but that was amazing. Thank you." And I nervously shook her hand again in appreciation.
Ainsley got on her tiptoes and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for asking. We love to sing."