There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Sorry, please look to other authors for that type of reading. The events depicted in this tale are based on true life. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have taken some literary license to tell this story.
I dedicate this story to KK from Texas. The explanation for why is given at the end of the story.
As usual, comments are requested and welcome. Thanks for reading my story. Enjoy.
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Recent events have led me to believe that women are the devil's spawn. I know that I won't always feel this way, but for the foreseeable future that will be my mantra. This is the story that brought me to this point.
My name is Mark Reynolds. I am a pretty normal guy. At 6 feet 2 and 215 pounds, I am a little bigger than average. My mom and my sister have always told me that I am a good looking guy. Of course they have to say that, we're family. They must be right though, because I have never had any problem getting young women to go out with me.
The significant other in my life is Marcie Williams. Yeah, it's Mark and Marcie. She is blond, 5 feet 9 and about 140 pounds and very pretty. Marcie has a voluptuous body more like a young Pamela Anderson (before all the implants) instead of like a skinny fashion model. She is also somewhat self-centered. But what the hell I love her.
We met in college, but didn't start dating until our senior year. I was a business administration major with a minor in accounting. Accountants have a stereotype of being mild mannered, sedate, and not much fun. I am the exception to that rule. I studied hard and got very good grades because I wanted a good job after school. But as hard as I studied I would party even harder. Week nights were for working on my classes, but the weekends were for parties.
Marcie was majoring in one of the fuzzy sciences, Psychology. She took those classes not because she wanted to help people, but because they were basically easy classes. Her dad was footing the bills and she had to maintain a decent GPA so Marcie took the easy road. Her daddy was very well to do, let's face it he was stinking rich and she didn't really expect to work after graduation. A husband or daddy would support her so she could do more important things, like shopping and going to all the right parties. I know I should have run away, but like I said I was in love.
After graduation Marcie and I decided to live together, maybe to practice for marriage. I was making pretty good money as an assistant business manager for a large construction company. Sitting at a desk was causing me to go soft, so I joined a gym to work out. My personal trainer was a former Marine DI and really put me through my paces. It took a little while, but soon I was hard and lean.
Marcie and I had been living together for almost two years and she played at working at a boutique while I paid all the bills. Marcie didn't make very much money, but her father supplemented her income. Daddy seemed to very happy not to have Marcie living at home. He and Marcie's mother were divorced because her mother had been caught being more than a little friendly with her tennis coach. Neither Marcie nor her dad knew where the ex-wife is. He had remarried a woman about five years older than Marcie, so a grown daughter at home would put a crimp in their lifestyle. So he bought Marcie off.
I was beginning to think it was time to make our relationship more permanent. Marriage was on my mind. When I asked Marcie to marry me, she was very happy, jumped into my arms, and accepted. We celebrated in a very private way in our bedroom. While relaxing after our sexual marathon, Marcie said we could plan the wedding when she got back at the end of the summer.
Wait a minute, after she got back at the end of the summer? Where was she going? Did she plan to be gone all summer? What the hell was going on? These were all questions that I asked Marcie. Her being gone for the summer plan was a surprise to me.
It seems Marcie had been talking to a college classmate, Sally. Sally was running a kids summer camp and she suggested Marcie join her at the camp as a counselor. It would be a chance to make some money and put her college degree to work. Marcie decided that would be a great idea.
"Did you even think about discussing this with me? I mean, I am your fiancée," I asked her. I wasn't a happy camper. (No pun intended)
"I didn't think you would mind. It will give you some time to do things you have been missing. It really is a good opportunity and the money is really good."
"How long would you be gone to this camp? Is there anyone beside Sally going that I know?" You can see by my question that I thought we were still discussing whether she was going or not. Silly man, it had already been decided. I just didn't know it yet.
"Well you know Sally, Linda, and Judy. All girls from my psych classes, you met them at school." The next two names she sort of mumbled and I didn't think I had heard her correctly. I hoped I hadn't heard her correctly.
"Who was that, the last name you said?"
"Roger and Allen are going also but I don't think you ever met them. They were both in some of my earlier classes," she answered. Marcie wasn't as outspoken about these two names as she had been about the girls.
I had never met Allen, but I had met Roger. You see, Roger had dated Marcie in college for several months. He broke up with her and shortly after that she and I started to date. Roger wasn't very happy that I was dating Marcie; he thought she would just wait for him while he fooled around a little. Roger and another guy stopped me outside of a bar one night, maybe that other guy was Allen. Roger sort of ordered me to stop dating Marcie.
One thing I neglected to tell you about myself is my dislike of being ordered to do anything. That was the one thing that kept me from enlisting in Marines when I was younger.
I told Roger that Marcie was no longer any of his business. Basically I told him to do something sexual to himself that is physically impossible. My response to his order put an end to the discussion I guess because Roger threw a punch at me and I in turn broke his nose. Blood was everywhere. The other guy had never said a word and helped Roger back to his car. That was the only time I actually met Roger.
"Marcie, I know who Roger is and we've met. I also know that you and Roger dated from a long time in college," I surprised her with my statement.
"I didn't know that you had met him. When did you meet Roger?"
"He and a buddy confronted me one night shortly after you and I started dating. He ordered me to stop dating you and took a swing at me. I broke his nose and never heard from him again. I guess he didn't think you were worth fighting for. Never mind that, you're not being truthful with me and I don't like it."
"Mark, I didn't tell you about the guys because I thought you would get the wrong idea. Roger and I did date, but we have both moved on. He has a girlfriend and I have a fiancée." She smiled at me when she said that.
