It was Saturday morning and my wife, Colleen and I were on our way to a small remote cabin a friend of mine from high school had let me borrow for my anniversary. We had taken off the next two weeks to spend together with nothing to do but swim, hike, fish and make love.
I met my wife when I was in high school. Colleen Warner is 5ft 2 inches with natural red hair. When the light lands on her hair just right it almost looks like her hair is a living flame. She has c cup breasts and curves in all the right places. Colleen works at the same hospital I do, that's where we met up again after losing touch right after college. I work as an X-ray Technician. My name is David Miller and I couldn't be more average if I tried. I'm 6ft tall, weigh 150 pounds, brown hair and blue eyes. We've been married now for 10 happy years. We've been working on starting a family and unfortunately have not been successful but had fun trying. I work the night shift and it does make our sex life difficult at times. We have, what I believe, is an active sex life. Usually 3 to 4 times a week even after 10 years of marriage.
The cabin Keith had let me use sat by a lake hidden back in the green hills of the Pacific Northwest. It was a simple cabin consisting of a large living room with one wall holding the kitchen area. Off the living room ran a short hall leading to 2 comfortable bedrooms with a small bathroom in each. Outside was a small open shower fed by a rain barrel sitting slightly above and to the side.
I met Keith in high school when he came to my rescue. I was the typical nerd. I had the requisite pocket protector, wore button up shirts buttoned to the top, no glasses though. The day we met I was walking down the hallway of the school when suddenly all my books and papers went flying. The cause of this daily disaster was Mike Barrow, currently the biggest player on the high school team. I wasn't into sports so I had no clue what position he played or even what positions were what. All I knew was that Mike had made me a personal project of making my life as miserable as possible all because I wasn't a member of the school elite. I was a member of the lowest class in the school. I was so incredibly shy that I couldn't do anything but constantly apologize for every single mistake, real or imagined, that I committed.
As I scrambled to my feet, apologizing again, trying to grab up my belongings, Mike placed his large foot on my ass and pushed hard, sending me flying again.
"Hey little man" he snorted, "watch where you walk".
"I'm sorry" I squeaked.
"Yeah, you are sorry. Hey, you ever get that date with Mary Beth?" then burst into laughter with everyone joining in.
I had a major crush on the head cheerleader. Of course, any male with a pulse had a crush on Mary Beth. At 5" 5" with Blonde hair and blue eyes and the largest tits in the school, she was the textbook cheerleader. Every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her. I had written her a note professing my love for her and like an idiot I signed it then slid it into her locker. Of course after reading it and after recovering from her hysterical fit of laughing she immediately showed it to her friends who then spread the word. By the end of the day, there wasn't a person, student or staff that didn't know of my pathetic attempt to date the most popular girl in school.
Ignoring him, I again tried to pick up my things to make my escape.
"Hey, little man I'm talking to you." I don't know where it came from but I mustered all my courage and replied.
"But I'm not talking to you."
I wasn't fast enough to avoid the fist that crashed into the back of my head. I saw stars as I hit the floor.
"You say something little man?" roared Mike standing over me.
"Leave him alone Mike," said a voice coming from the crowd that had gathered to watch my humiliation.
"This don't involve you Keith," Mike said.
"You're twice his size and a lot stronger. So back off."
"Why are you worried about a little worm like him?"
"Because I'm tired of watching you and those like you terrorizing him and those like him. Now back off or you can try me." By now I was kneeling and looking up at THE most popular kid in school. At 6' tall and blonde and blue-eyed, he was the male version of Mary Beth. His parents owned several car lots in the area and were loaded. He also was a black belt at the local Karate dojo.
"He's not worth it. Go on little man. Scram." With that, he turned and stormed off.
"You ok?" Keith asked me holding out a hand to help me stand.
"Yeah, I'm used to it," I said as I picked up my things.
"Sorry about that. You shouldn't have any more trouble from him. In fact, sit with me at lunch, I need to talk to you about something."
"You sure you want to be seen with me? I don't want to cause you any trouble."
"You won't. As I said, I want to talk to you about something."
"Ok, thanks."
Entering the cafeteria, I got in line and filled my tray with the mystery food of the day. I glanced around the room and saw Keith sitting along the far wall. Sitting beside him was a pretty girl who seemed a little younger than Keith.
"Hi Keith," I said sitting down across from him and the girl.
"Hi, Dave. I let me introduce my friend Colleen this is Dave, Dave , Colleen."
I nodded my head and muttered "hi".
"Nice to meet you Dave." She smiled at me and that just made me feel all the worse. Colleen was a beautiful woman with flaming red hair that draped down past her shoulders, a little pixie nose and the greenest eyes I ever saw. Being shy, I had a hard time talking to people, add in them being female and attractive was almost too much for me. It would be extremely difficult just being in the same room as her let alone talking to her.
"I wanted to talk to you Dave to ask a favor of you," Keith said.
"A favor? From me? I'm the most unpopular kid in school. It's almost the kiss of death just to be seen with me."
"Yeah from you" he chuckled. "You have a 4.0 GPA don't you?"
"Yeah, so"
"I want you to tutor Colleen. She's failing a couple of classes and needs help."
"You want me to tutor her?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yeah. That a problem?"
"Well, sort of. Can I talk to you over there?" I asked pointing to the far end of the table.
"Sure."
Moving to the end I glanced back down to see Colleen who seemed to have a permanent grin fixed to her face.
"What's up?" Keith asked.
"I can't tutor her man" I gasped.
"Why not? She's not stupid, just needs help some."
"Look, I have a problem with shyness. If you hadn't helped me out earlier I wouldn't even have the guts to be talking with you now. Your Colleen is beautiful which makes it even worse."
"Look, Dave. I hear you OK? But you don't have anything to worry about. I told her you were shy. She's not going to bite nor is she going to ridicule or make fun of you. She needs help and I figured that with your smarts you could help her."
