I was once told that every great adventure starts at an inn. I speak of this now, but on the day this story began, adventure wasn't on my mind. The story I am about to tell is what many would call pure imagination. But the reality is, the life I live now, is what I would have once called pure fantasy.
My name is Winston and I wish I could give some cool story regarding the meaning of my name. Unfortunately, I am named after my grandpa. No witty quotes from someone famous. No, historical fact to make the name seem fitting. No, I was merely named after my grandpa. I grew up as a "gamer" kid and every aspect of my life revolved around video games. As such, I didn't get a lot of physical activity. I was skinny and awkward and had very few friends. I also had virtually no interaction with girls. For Senior Prom, I never asked anyone, which was fine with me. I planned to just skip it. I had no idea how to dance anyway. But my parents insisted that I go, and even set me up on a date. I haven't even mentioned the worst part. It was my cousin I was being forced to take. I felt very uncomfortable, but I had no real reason to resist.
The girl I really wanted to take was Veronica. She had been my crush, since we were in first grade. Unlike me, Veronica was the most popular girl in school. She was the most stunning creature to walk the Earth. She had long, smooth legs, a tight ass, smooth belly, big round breasts, and curly red hair. She was the head of the cheer leading squad, and she was the topic of wet dreams for everyone that met her. I know this from experience as I've had my own share of them. Little did I know, I would eventually marry this beauty. But at this point in my story, I doubt she even knew my name.
Every good story also needs a villain. For me, this villain was Scott. His family was the richest family in town. As such, he always had the best of everything growing up. When it came to me, he was also my biggest bully and he picked on me relentlessly. He was the captain of the football team and obviously had the eye of the prettiest girl in school, my Veronica.
Sorry I got side tracked, thinking about Veronica. She has always had this effect on me. So where was I? Oh yes, Senior Prom. Instead of taking the girl of my dreams, I took my cousin. She was a couple of months older than me, attractive, has big boobs, and went to a private school across town. She was also as irritated at her parents for making her go with me, as I was with mine. I felt even more awkward when our parents were taking photos and suddenly my pants tented up. It was hard for my body to not respond. You know how it is, holding her tight so the pictures look the way they should. As an eighteen year old, hormone filled boy, there is only so many times one can press against an ass, or have your hand brush near a breast. It's just basic biology. So there I was, with a raging erection, poking her in the back. I might have been able to hide it if not for her huge reaction, alerting everyone. It was humiliating and ended up being a huge topic of family discussion. Just imagine my Mom posting the pictures to social media and mentioning her son's first boner. It wasn't my first, but you know how naive some parents can be. It is almost as bad as a parent pulling out the family photo album and showing everyone the picture of your first bath. Did I mention how much I was bullied and picked on? I knew I couldn't be angry and my Mom didn't do it to hurt me, she just thought it was cute.
The Prom itself didn't get much better. Sure I could have turned this into some incest related, first time story, and talk about how I banged her all night, losing my virginity in some crazy sexual exploit fitting for a god. Everyone knows what I mean. The type of story where she moaned and groaned every time I touched her, bringing her to multiple orgasms, then holding out and cumming at the same time when she finally has the "big one". But, that isn't what happened. I was afraid to dance with her, and she was eventually asked by none other than my worst enemy, Scott. What made this even more humiliating is she was more than happy to avoid being seen with me. I ended up going home alone and awoke the next morning to my parents being on the telephone with her parents. She had come home very late, with her hair messed up and cum stains on her dress. She smelled of sex and was more than happy to tell her parents it was all my fault their little innocent angel lost her virginity. It's hard to believe that both sets of parents thought I was responsible, but needless to say, I was grounded for the rest of the school year. Seriously, what would convince my parents that I fucked my cousin, cum all over her face, then drove off and left her on the side of the road? I guess the logic doesn't really matter with this story. My life sucked and was about to get even worse.
Aside from being laughed at for the boner photos, there was also rumors floating around that Scott had struck out with getting into Veronica's panties. Instead he spent his evening fucking my date. A video was soon passed around showing her bent over with him drilling her ass. The video then showed an obviously photo shopped picture of me crying, followed by him pulling out and busting his load all over her face. The words "Don't forget to clean her, Nerd!" then scrolled across the screen. I was so humiliated that I tried to hide out for the rest of the school year. The worst part is, he convinced Veronica that his head had been edited on to someone else's body and thus, he was innocent. Somehow, she believed him and I was the one grounded and outcast.
At this point, it is hard to believe my life could get much worse. The night of graduation became an even worse nightmare. As we left the commencement, it was raining fairly hard. We stopped for dinner, and then began our trek homewards. I wasn't really paying attention outside of the vehicle. My Dad was driving and Mom was lecturing my little sister about her negative attitude. Suddenly, there was screeching tires, metal hitting metal, and then the whole world seemed to spin around until it all went black. As I later found out, Scott had been sneaking drinks all afternoon and evening, and was very drunk. The combination of low visibility due to the weather, alcohol, and his utter attitude of uncaring ended in a fatal car accident. I woke up two days later in the hospital. Scott had a bruise on his cheek and was sent straight home from the scene. Neither of my parents nor my little sister survived. Scott's parents made a few "donations" and all of the charges disappeared. No reckless driving charge, no manslaughter and no murder charges, not even a DUI.
I was heartbroken and lost. There was nothing that could make my life any worse, and in my mind, I didn't see anything getting better for a long while. I found that my parents both had sizable life insurance policies, plus an anonymous citizen donated another sizable amount. I presume this was for my discretion to not pursue the criminal charges that were never going to happen anyway.
After leaving a meeting at the funeral home, I found myself walking home aimlessly. As I passed a local bar, a man walked up and invited me inside. I don't know why I followed him. In fact, I wasn't even old enough to drink. But I was in a daze and with a cloudy mind, I followed. To be honest, at the time, I barely looked at the man. Thinking back on it, he was actually very odd. He was tall and skinny and had vary sharp features. Even though it was summer time, he had a winter hat pulled down covering his hair and ears. We sat down at a table and I barely remember even seeing the inside of the room.
"You look like a man who needs a drink" the tall stranger said with a strange accent. He slid a glass across the table in front of me. I picked it up without even thinking about what I was doing.
"As a gift for your tremendous losses, I propose a toast. May all of your wildest dreams come true and your true destiny save those you have yet to meet." He held his glass up in the air and then began to mutter something else under his breath. Without thought, I put the glass to my lips and swigged it down in one gulp. I coughed and sputtered as the liquid burned my throat. When I looked back he was gone. I mean completely gone. As if he had never been there. I should also mention that suddenly everything around me became very real and very loud. The cloud that had been covering my mind was gone as if it was clouds being burnt away by the sun. Realizing I was sitting in a bar, I jumped up and headed for the door. I don't think anyone else ever realized I was there.
I should also mention a little more about this encounter. At that point in time, I thought very little of it. But as my life later becomes altered, I do end up learning a little of this science. Note, I was in a bar. This wasn't an accident. Apparently, when one looks at the mathematical variants of theoretical physics, especially when dealing with wormholes, time travel, and especially skipping between dimensions, the scientists of our Earth fail to include one variable that allows for reality to be shifted. If you haven't caught on yet, I am talking about alcohol. More specifically drunk glasses. Of course we all know what I am talking about? How many men have taken a beautiful woman home from the bar, screwed her for half the night, and then awoken the next morning to see what she really looks like? Yeah... I have since learned that Alcohol tends to weaken the barriers of time and space, allowing men to see woman as they look in other dimensions. Now, please don't take my word for it. I had just graduated high school and had no clue about any of this. Even today, I really don't fully understand the science. In our world, and others, this is something that many would call magic. But then, that's how it always works. Any science that isn't understood is suddenly given a mystical explanation to justify it's existence. Enough background, let me get back to my story.
