Part One
He had been hurt many times before by big leg women who couldn't care less if he was right or wrong. He was a push-over and they loved him for it. His brilliance was overshadowed by the way he would make himself insignificant just to feel loved.
Gregory didn't look any different than any other boy in the science field. He had shaggy brown hair that he let grow just a little too long over his pale russet eyes. He was a little undernourished, but he worked out when he got a chance and it kept some muscles in his arms. On the weekends he might even slap on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. There just wasn't anything about him that would make a girl take a second look.
The first girl he met was a corporate office type with her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a bun. Her face was weathered but her eyes were young. She was tall but a little overweight. He didn't mind her mid-section and she didn't mind that he was still a virgin at thirty. They were at a bar and just happened to be looking for one another. He bought her a drink and she pitied him for it.
She consumed him. His life for the next year was her. He knew every inch of her frame, even the love-handles which she often tried to hide in tight garments. When they made love she would climb on top yanking his cock inside of her, uncaring if he was hard or not. She'd cum waves of clear liquid over his slightly pudgy belly. If his cock got hard, it would remain hard.
Eat me she'd instruct putting her slightly hairy cunt on the bridge of his nose. He would take in her scent and ravage her just like she wanted. Every curve of her pussy was well known by his tongue. She didn't want to let him go, but life called and she needed something more than a good time.
Devastated, Gregory took to the bar scene again. At thirty-five, he felt slightly out of place in a bar of twenty-something's. He even felt creepy at times when he would glance at the shapely beauties dancing together on the make-shift dance floor. Then, in she walked.
Gregory knew she was for him the moment he saw her big blue eyes glance his way. She was the oldest woman in the bar and she seemed to be overwhelmed by the loud thumping music and gyrating girlies taking shots to the head as if it were water.
"Is this seat taken?" She had asked it so politely and yet Greg could tell that there was something behind the façade of her being a good girl that would keep his belly warm at night.
Walking her home he grew accustomed to her step and the way she would laugh when she embarrassed herself by rambling on and on. She was destined to be the second, because she simply didn't have anything else going on in her life.
They spent the next five years together and she used him just like Ms. Corporate America. She had never been loved so all encompassing before and she took advantage of Gregory's nature. She practically demanded he be domestic as well as a provider. He would often wonder what she did with her time.
Besides the first time they had sex, they barely touched. He would think back to her red hair spilling over the pillow as he looked down at her and pressed himself into her under-used walls. Wet as she was for him, her nipples never hardened to his touch. Every sordid kiss was his and his alone. He'd find out later that she was a lesbian.
It was he who allowed her to admit it out loud when he complacently got down on one knee and proposed marriage. She was gone as quickly as he came.
At forty he got another chance with a pretty little 20 year old brunette named Tonya. He hadn't liked her at first because she was quiet like him, but her youth made him reconsider. She was fond of him because he was older.
Two days they spent at her apartment. Her roommate, also twenty found him interesting because of the stories he would tell about botany. They would both giggle when he told them about the human-like plants that he had given names to in his facility.
"We are the first facility of our kind," he would say going over all the new species in his mind.
The plants were his family. He liked the plants that were learning how to talk the best, but they could never be it for him. He had a dream for plants to be humans one day or at least close to it, so he wouldn't have to be lonely anymore.
"Ever have a threesome?" Tonya giggles bored with his ramblings.
He knows that she will move on soon. Sighing he takes off his jacket and leaves it on the chair. He follows the two young women to the bedroom with no expectation that he will make it through the night. He is looped into their college mentality trying to please them more than he pleases himself.
As Tonya rides his face with her sweet honey smell, her roommate rocks on his cock in timed rhythm. They face each other and kiss but he isn't here for his pleasure. He has never known his own pleasure. When they are done they ignore him. Tonya says she will call, but he knows she never will.
Its ok, he thinks to himself, another project starts tomorrow.
Part Two
At age fifty Gregory sits at his desk playing music for a dancing Mozart plant he nicknamed Hula.
