A formidable sense of entitlement, grandiose sense of self, stunted awareness of his own hypocrisy and a face you just want to punch, Steve would stifle and dominate the air in a room with two Lady Gagas. Amy, his newfound fiancé and latest conquest at his side, dotes on him and caters, like a spellbound disciple to a prophet, to Steve's insatiable and irrepressible need for attention and adoration. The classic narcissist, little impresses or distracts Steve beyond an inflated and mostly imagined aura of himself. As if entranced, Amy's indigo eyes follow Steve's movements. She attempts to cheer her idol by hooking her arm in his, smiling and hanging on each of his words. Despite Amy's efforts and the company of my wife and I, whom he has just met, Steve looks sullen and bored, swirling the previously frozen fish on his plate with a silver fork and sighing contemptuously.
Amy and Steve are an attractive and well-off couple. Together they look like younger versions of Meg Ryan and Dennis Quaid, yet I think Amy deserves better.
With shoulder length dry blond hair, thick ruby lips, slender upturned nose, tall frame, round and ample breasts and prominent cheeks, Amy is attractive enough, yet she also possesses the slender back, bulbous thigh and bubble ass combination that drives most men, including myself, wild with desire. A woman might possess a big honker of a nose, small breasts and not have much else going for her, yet as long as she has an irresistible ass and waist like Amy (and she enjoys using it for the greater good) most men would line up to have a shot at becoming her loving and devoted husband. As a lawyer Amy is successful, likeable and wealthy, much like her unreachable and distant father who she constantly aims to please. As she seeks her father's approbation, she likewise hunts for approval from the other men who come into her life. This is what brought her to the clutches of the likes of Steve.
At six foot one, Steve is mildly athletic, stocky, well proportioned and rich. He has a full head of wavy sable hair, high cheekbones and arresting emerald eyes. A middle level manager for an automobile company, Steve merely works for the money, a six figured salary, and does not like the work. His family connections bought him the job. Steve is as capricious and ambivalent with the job as he is with those he establishes relationships with. Like any narcissist, Steve will drop anyone or anything after the initial magic or excitement dissipates. Though Steve and Amy's relationship is still relatively new, lasting about nine months so far, Steve is already bored with Amy and looking for someone else to enliven his life.
Amy, unfortunately for her, has a long habit of falling for narcissists. For Amy to be with this cantankerous, pompous, careless and mop-topped slug, Steve must have pretended to be someone he is not. Narcissists like Steve, being the chameleons that they are, can turn on charm like a faucet and lead a person to believe that through them is the only way that dreams are realized. Jennifer, my wife, befriended Amy in this way, leading Amy to believe that she needs Jennifer's help to make her more attractive and happy. Steve, Jennifer and Amy's father basically fill the same role, supporting Amy's fragile sense of self.
Either that or Steve has just the gigantic and pleasing cock that Amy is looking for.
As with Amy, Jennifer fixates on Steve and doesn't allow herself to be distracted from the prize, be that what it may. Like Steve, Jennifer is a narcissist and as such there is nothing she likes better than to see herself surrounded with new and shiny toys and to be the center of attention.
Jennifer, a high school photography teacher, is a compact, slender, athletic and beautiful brunette at thirty one years old. She looks much like Liz Hurley, except Jennifer is only five foot four. She has blue eyes, a broad mouth, high cheek bones, a small and pretty nose and a very white and Welsh-like complexion. Jennifer is very temperamental and volatile, throwing tantrums and creating chaos often with little or imagined provocation. Yet come what may, I love her wild and spicy side, for she is a delight in bed.
Not only does Jennifer crave to be the center of attention, she yearns for male attention in particular. "I love men and they love me" Jennifer once exclaimed, smiling slyly as she enunciated the words and imagining her next conquest. No man is ever off limits. Her competitive instincts are fierce and especially insatiable in the presence, as now, of the boyfriend of a friend. Months ago when Amy, Jennifer's best friend from college, announced that she found a new beau and fiancé, Jennifer's eyes instantly lit with fire. Jennifer seethed with envy and paced around our apartment like a caged tigress while talking with Amy on the phone, plotting for a way to win Steve over.
Jennifer determined that a shared vacation was the best way for the four of us to meet and for her to have a shot at Steve. This is how we found ourselves in Stratford, Ontario, to spend a weekend at a bed and breakfast and attend a play, The Sound of Music, at the Stratford Theater Festival. The day after the play the four of us continue on to my family cottage on Gillies Lake, two hundred kilometers further north.
I know better than to get in the way of Jennifer and a new toy, yet I can't help to display my frustration with the way our vacation is panning out so far. During dinner Jennifer is intent upon winning over Steve while Amy is just as focused to keep him. If Steve was gregarious and fun to be around, there would be little problem, yet the only time he opens his mouth, which is seldom, he either puts others down or builds himself up. I pepper Steve and Amy with questions about their lives yet only get derisive and irrelevant comments or grunts from Steve, and Amy refuses to be distracted from Steve for a moment, fearing (perhaps literally) that Jennifer will get a leg up on her.
Nothing seems to please Steve, which only hardens the resolve of Jennifer and Amy to win him over. When Steve is down, which is all the time, so are Jennifer and Amy, and when Steve is upbeat and optimistic about the world, which is never, Jennifer and Amy no doubt will be that way too.
Steve disdains even to favor the restaurant he chose tonight, or to take responsibility for enlisting Amy to drag Jennifer and I here. At ninety dollars a plate the cuisine is no more extraordinary and succulent than previously frozen fish from France adorned with unsavory stalks of Brussels sprouts, the atmosphere no more extravagant, animate and uplifting than a bland, dark and isolated room full of wheezing, annoying geezers, and the immediate company no more entertaining than sullen and disapproving Steve and his pretty yet all too apparent enablers.
We are in for a long night and an even longer vacation, for if Steve is not impressed with the restaurant that set us back over two hundred and fifty dollars per person, he will be even less impressed with my family cottage in the wilderness north of here. As I pay the high cost of the meal – a couple of us could have flown to Paris and back for the price - I wonder what could possibly turn things around for the better, as the four of us plan to spend the next week together.
One vision that is prominent in my mind as reparations to repay me for the boring company this evening and the tremendous, unnecessary expense of dinner, is that Jennifer owes me some fantastic make-up sex. As a matter of fact, the only thing that gets me through dinner is imagining Jennifer providing some head tonight.
One thing I appreciate about Jennifer is that she has an aggressive and insatiable sexual appetite. Maybe such feelings are a reflection of her narcissistic need for attention, yet she possesses what is preternaturally and undeniably the case with all men, the constant urge to hump. Sure she has her share of convenient headaches, yet for the most part she is horny. Even a woman who doesn't like to have sex very often, has times when she is horny and feels the need to be taken and feel a cock spurting man-milk inside her. Jennifer has this feeling, this sexual fever, pretty much all the time. It is a fever that only a fat cock, churning in her moist pussy, can satisfy.
