James was a dick. Good looking, tough, deep voice, smart, brilliant at numbers, athletic, and socially adept. Nevertheless, a dick.
As a business owner, he knew how to get new business and keep key accounts from the competition. It didn't matter how, convincing executives through solid sales skills or influencing purchasing officers with a round of golf, a round of drinks, or getting them fucked by girl (read prostitute) way beyond their league. Getting them fucked was his favorite way to win with the company men who did purchasing, especially when they had kids and he had a camera. Somehow, he never got caught for his underhanded actions.
He liked seducing other men's wives and girlfriends. He relished the thought of his prick fucking another man's girl. He never went back for seconds. What was the fun once he'd won them over?
He didn't cheat at sports, one of his few points of honor, but he seldom lost when he played. It didn't matter what the sport: football, basketball, marathons, he played to win. In fact, it was his desire to win that made him such a prick.
The one loss he had that he regretted, that he couldn't get over, was Melissa. She was a gorgeous girl. She was bright. She was generous. She was, he hated to admit, faithful. Faithful to her family, her husband, her morals, and her religion. She had perfect curves, a fit body, and deep love for her husband Matt.
James had known Matt and Melissa since college. James was Matt's roommate. Matt had done well in school but where he won was with Melissa. She dressed conservatively, but turned heads no matter what she wore. She was one of those rare people that, when she entered the room, everybody turned to watch. And not just for her beauty. She had a personality that immediately hooked those around her. She made people feel better about who they were. She made people feel like they mattered. She made people feel that they wanted to be better and improve.
Matt on the other hand was dull, quiet, and boring. James had no idea how Matt had ended up with Melissa. And James hated that. He hated it with his whole soul.
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Matt went outside to get the newspaper. He saw his buddy James across the street.
"James good morning bud. How are you this morning?"
"Never better Matt. You?" James crossed the street to talk with Matt.
"Doing well." Matt enjoyed James' company. He didn't know why Melissa disliked being around James so much. He just knew James was a fun guy. A little rough around the edges, perhaps, but an honest guy who was there to help him out.
At least, that's what Matt thought. James liked Matt, mostly because he was familiar and they had been friends in college. However, James would have blown Matt off long ago if he hadn't still been itching to get into Melissa's pants. He learned long ago the direct approach wouldn't work. Melissa actually hurt him pretty badly when he came onto her back in college. When Matt learned about it, James blamed it all on being drunk.
Melissa remained cool around James no matter how he'd softened his approach. It's like she knew what he was trying to do. It felt like there was a mental block preventing him from getting closer to her.
"Are we still up for a game of golf this weekend?" Matt asked. James often had business deals that took him out of town at the last minute. It struck Matt as strange that so often those deals were made over weekends. On the other hand, Matt had no idea the kind of things James did to close his deals.
"Yes. Think we need to increase my handicap by a two? You might actually have a chance of winning."
Matt put on a smile at James joke but grimaced inside. He liked Jame but when it came to winning golf, James was a dick.
Melissa stepped out and smiled at her husband. She smiled at James, just like always. How are you this morning. James knew she was putting on a show for Matt. It was like he could feel her in his mind, trying to get rid of him or even trying to change who he was. It made him want to fuck the bitch even more. He wanted to conquer her, to win her over, but felt like his ability to respond to Melissa was being blocked.
"You two going golfing tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we are." Matt said smiling. A moment after Matt said the words James had an idea pop in his head for a new business idea. Something that could really make him some solid cash.
"Oh man. I forgot Matt. I actually do have something that I've got to work on." James said. "You know what, lets do a rain check."
"No problem." Matt smiled but felt a bit disappointed inside. He loved James' jokes and stories of the girls he met. James didn't tell them they were in relationships, Matt wouldn't have liked that.
Melissa got a big smile on her face. "Oh well, maybe next time." and she went back inside. James brain was running on all four cylinders on his idea but even that didn't keep him from getting hooked on Melissa's tight ass as she walked back into the house.
Matt had noticed it too. Suddenly he felt horny as hell. "Talk to you later bud." Matt said as he turned and nearly sprinted into the house.
James watched the scene. There was something odd about it all. He'd momentarily lost his desire to fuck Melissa, despite the great view of her ass he'd just gotten. He went back into his house to work out his new idea. It was brilliant.
After working on his idea all morning and into the night, James was exhausted. His idea just wouldn't work out. It had seemed so clear when he'd had the idea. He couldn't explain why it seemed so good, like an epiphany of genius, but the nuts and bolts of the thing weren't so good. He had that happen a number of times. He'd always go find some wife or girlfriend to fuck to take his mind off the situation when the days was wasted like this one. But he didn't feel the least bit horny now. So instead, for the first time in years, he sat and thought about what had happened with Matt and Melissa.
Those epiphanies that lead to nothing always seemed to happen around her. The more he thought about that morning's conversations the more he realized those epiphanies only happened when she was around. For some reason he felt angry about it.
