I hadn't planned on this day coming before the end of my college life, let alone after my second year in. I And I absolutely didn't expect to be marrying a woman that was old enough to be my mother, becoming nothing more than a "Trophy Husband". But life does that to you sometimes. And I was absolutely no exception to its powers. Maybe it was my fiancé's voluptuous curves, her long blonde hair as it slowly started to fade to grey, her size 36c breasts, or even the fact that she had the mouth of a goddess. Either way, I am happy to be given such a wonderful woman here to hold until death do us part. Listen to me, I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain just exactly how this all came to be.
It was the end of my senior year and heading into the summer that would change everything. My best friend Donald and I were standing there in the sea of our fellow classmates, talking about what we were on to next. Donald, the all-star quarterback, was off to play ball in the best offensive team in the ACC, the Clemson Tigers. Meanwhile, I was simply going to head off to the local community college to get my career in Graphic and Design. I wanted to be a video game designer, but didn't want to leave my hometown. So with our two paths leading two separate ways, Donald and I would say our goodbyes and off we went.
That summer, I had the best summer possible. At first, it started off quite mediocre, but at the end of July, I was enjoying every last second. At 19 and a life of energy ahead of me, I traveled to the campus area and rented out a small 2 bed room house. My school didn't have student dorms, but it did offer assisted living and students got great discounts. After moving everything into my new home I would meet my new friend, and soon-to-be step son, Dalton. He had come over to bring me brownies that his mother had baked. I wasn't exactly gullible, and knew what they really were, but I accepted the brownies anyway and invited him into the house.
The two of us shared the brownies as we played the new Halo and Gears of War games on the Xbox. It wasn't long before he and I finally began to reach personal topics. At first they weren't too personal. I explained that I was here to pursue my degree and that I just didn't want to stay with my parents any longer. After all, what student would after being stuck under strict rules since birth? Anyway, after more chit-chatting, Dalton asked me if I wanted to join him and a few buddies as they went down to what they called "The Watering Hole". In reality, the place is nothing more than a local Drive-In style restaurant where all of the sexy young college girls go.
Of course, being the horny 19 year old that I was, I accepted the offer. While there, I found out that my purpose was mainly to play wingman. I had no problem with that, except for the simple fact that I didn't know Dalton or his friends that well. Even still, I managed to do okay with the situation given and I even got the numbers of a few sluts who were having "Daddy Issues". Finally, when all the potential left the spot, Dalton returned and felt like getting a few beers. Of course, I wasn't 21 and neither was he, but that didn't stop us from going... in fact, the bouncer at the door was actually Dalton's brother and let us in.
It was in this bar that I found my future wife, and Dalton's mom. At first everything was going fine. Dalton and I were having drinks, and I even had my tongue down the mouth of a waitress who wore nothing but the usual "Daisy Duke" get up that was so common for a country bar like the one we were in. Why was a black man that happened to listen to the most hardcore gangster rap inside of a country bar? Well, I'm not too sure about that, other than the fact that I was getting wrecked.
Finally, as I began to rub my hands across the breasts of the slut in my lap, I heard the sound of Dalton yelling at the top of his lungs at the bartender demanding a beer. The altercation would only get worse as Dalton reached across the bar and punched the bartender right in the jaw. Of course, no man's going to take being punched in public lying down unless he's a Bitch Boy. Hopping over the counter in one fell swoop, the giant roid raging bartender wrapped his hands around the throat of Dalton and began to squeeze the life out of him until Dalton's brother and I came and broke it up.
"Marty! Marty!" Dalton's brother shouted as he and I pulled the two apart. "I got this... just go back to making drinks."
Dalton, his brother, and myself all left the bar and waited until Dalton's mother, Margret, came pulling up in her soccer mom type van and ordered him back into the van. Dalton told his mom that I lived next door to them, and that I had saved him from getting into anymore trouble, so they gave me a lift back to the neighborhood. As we pulled into his drive-way, his mother stopped the van and told Dalton to head into the house. Of course, Dalton didn't like the idea and went up there with an attitude.
