High School Sweetheart

"High School Sweetheart"

by c.w. cobblestone

 

June was coming in like a lion, and graduation was just around the corner. But

like most of the Class of '86, my mind wasn't on commencement day - all I could

think about was the prom.

 

During those last few weeks of high school I did a lot of soul-searching,

trying to somehow conjure up the nerve to ask Ellen Harris to the prom. Ellen

was my goddess, the golden-haired dream girl who lit up my drab Fourth-period

Economics class like a pinball machine in church. She had a cunning beauty

about her even then: tall, slim, model-like features - Ellen was the total

package.

 

I sat directly behind her in Econ class, and I never heard a word the teacher

said all semester. Whenever I was close to Ellen, all I could hear was the

sound of birds chirping and old Barry Manilow songs. During class I would gaze

longingly at the back of Ellen's head, daydreaming about running my fingers

through her silky blonde hair.

 

But I knew better. Billy Sanders was also in my Economics class.

 

Billy was Ellen's boyfriend, and he'd beat the shit out of me if I ever dared

put my hands on his girl. Billy was the ultimate jock - he was captain of the

football team, captain of the wrestling team, co-captain on the baseball team

and the unquestioned star of the track team. A tall, cocky, handsome

four-letter man. And on top of that, he carried a 3.2 grade point average...not

bad for a sporto.

 

Actually, Billy had me to thank me for his glittering GPA. I did all his

homework.

 

I guess you could say I was Billy's gopher boy all through school. He ordered

me around like a stepchild, and I always did whatever he told me to do. Billy

knew I was in love with Ellen, and he used my desperate infatuation with his

girlfriend to his full advantage.

 

So did Ellen.

 

Ellen usually did her own homework, but she used me for other things, like

washing and waxing her car, or running to the store at 10:30 at night to get

her a pack of cigarettes. Ellen lived right down the street from me, so it was

convienent for her to just pick up the phone and have me dash out to get her

something, then deliver it right to her doorstep.

 

I knew she was taking advantage of me. Still, I ran her errands with a song in

my heart. I'd do anything to be near her, and she knew it.

 

So did everyone else in school. I was the biggest joke at Central High. I had

to endure the taunts of my classmates as I'd trudge through the halls behind

Ellen and Billy, carrying Ellen's books and trying to keep up. I hated it worst

when they'd stop to talk to their friends, leaving me standing there behind

them like an idiot. I always burned with humiliation as I cooled my heels,

trying to balance the stack of heavy textbooks while they chatted and laughed

with their friends.

 

Billy loved to humiliate me in front of his buddies. He'd slap me in the head

and call me "dumb-ass" every time I said something stupid - which was often

whenever I was around Ellen. I always got tongue-tied whenever she spoke to me,

and Billy would rap me upside the head and say something like, "quit

stuttering, dumb-ass!" All their friends would laugh. Sometimes they'd get into

the act, taking turns cuffing my ears until I broke down and ran home.

 

And it wasn't just the boys, either. In fact, the girls were probably more

cruel than the guys were. The chicks got a big kick out of watching their

boyfriends establish their dominance over me. In some sick way, I think it

turned them on.

 

Ellen really got off watching Billy slap me around, that's for sure. She'd tell

blatant lies about me, just so Billy would get mad and hit me.

 

One time, Ellen told him that I tried to touch her tit. It was a bald-faced lie

- I'd never dare do anything like that to Ellen, and she knew it! All I did was

bump into her, and I brushed my hand against her breast accidentally. Billy

knew I'd never have the nerve to squeeze Ellen's tit, but he beat the shit out

of me anyway, right there in the cafeteria. The lunchroom attendent sent us

both to the office, but I covered Billy's ass and told the principal that we

were just playing around. The principal didn't believe me - my bloody lip and

black eye were testiment to the seriousness of our altercation - but I wouldn't

press charges. So he had no choice but to take my word for it. He let us go

with nothing but a lecture about horseplaying in school.

 

Inside, I was mad at Billy for roughing me up so badly...and I was mad at

myself for wimping out in the Principal's office.

 

But sure enough, there I was the next day, faithfully following Ellen and Billy

through the hallways again. I didn't know why I was so hooked on Ellen, but I

knew I had to be close to her. Even if it meant looking like a sap.

 

Not everyone in school approved of what was going on between Ellen, Billy and

me. To a lot of people, Ellen and Billy's crowd were a bunch of rich, stuck-up

assholes. A few of my classmates tried to talk some sense into me. They

implored me to stop making a fool of myself. "She ain't worth it," they said.

"She's just using you."

 

But you know how it goes when you're in love.

 

Toward the end of the school year, Ellen got into a huge fight with Billy. One

of Ellen's friends said that she'd seen Billy at the mall with another girl,

and that was it. Ellen and Billy had a long, loud argument. Then Ellen gave

Billy his football jacket back and told him she never wanted to see him again.

 

It was my big chance! It was a perfect time to ask Ellen to the prom, since

she'd certainly be needing a date now!

 

The only problem was getting up the nerve.

 

One Friday afternoon, about a week before the prom, I was eating alone at the

Burger King in the mall. I almost choked on my Whopper when I saw Ellen come in

with two of her friends, Jenny and Heather.

 

My blood started to tingle. I knew I had to ask Ellen to the prom soon. For all

practical purposes, it was now or never! But I also knew if I asked her in

front of her friends, they'd surely eat me alive. I had to somehow catch her

alone.

 

My opportunity came when Ellen's friends, Jenny and Heather, went to the

bathroom together, leaving Ellen at the counter. As soon as girls were safely

out of sight, I made a bee-line toward the cash register, where Ellen had just

finished giving her order.

 

"Uh...hi, Ellen," I said bashfully as I approached my dream girl from behind.

 

She turned and crinkled up her nose. "Oh," she said with more than a hint of

disgust. "It's you."

 

"Can I carry your tray, Ellen?" I asked desperately.

 

"Sure, and you can pay all for this shit, too!" she said, flipping her hair

back and walking toward the dining room.

 

I paid for the food and followed behind her with the heavy tray. She sat down

in a booth toward the rear of the restaurant, and I slid in across from her.

 

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded as soon as my butt hit the seat.

"Get outta here! I don't want anybody to see me sitting here with you!"

 

I ignored the blatant put-down. "Uh, Ellen...before I go...I was wondering..."

I could barely get the words out. "Er...since you and Billy...aren't seeing

each other any more...well, I was wondering...if maybe...well, maybe you'd want

go to the prom with me?"

 

Ellen busted out laughing, and I hung my head. What a fool I was! I should've

known she was going to laugh in my face - did I think she would react any other

way?

 

When Ellen finally stopped giggling, she cocked her head back and regarded me

with a sly smirk. "Look, I know you're in all in love with me, Doug," she said,

chuckling again. "But c'mon, man - take the hint! I'm never going to go out

with you! Why don't you get that through your thick skull? You're a nerd, Doug.

I don't date nerds."

 

Ellen took a dainty bite of her hamburger and chewed it deliberately. "Now,

then," she said after she swallowed her food, "I already told you once - get

the fuck away from me!"

 

Just then Jenny and Heather came back from the bathroom. As Heather approached

the booth, she grimaced. "Hey, what's this putz doing here?" she asked.

 

Ellen smiled. "Oh, you guys aren't gonna believe this one: Dougie here just

asked me to the prom!"

 

The girls fell over themselves laughing. "Well, don't keep us in suspense,

Ellen," Jenny said as she tried to catch her breath. "Did you say yes?"

 

"Fuck no, I didn't say yes," Ellen retorted, flashing her teeth in disgust. "I

told him to get the fuck out of my face." She picked up a french fry and threw

it at me. It hit me right in the nose and bounced into my lap. The girls' loud

peals of laughter drew attention from the other customers.

 

"Now, then, get the fuck out of here, Dougie," Ellen said. "How many times do I

got to tell you?!!? Go home...or go to the library...or go play with yourself.

I don't care what you do - just get the fuck out!"

 

As I stood up to leave, Heather lightly tossed another french fry at me. This

one stuck in my hair, and the girls giggled and high-fived each other. "Two

points!" Jenny cried, and they all cheered. I removed the fry from my hair and

sadly walked out of the restaurant.

 

*   *   *

 

On prom night I sat alone in my room, listening to love songs on the radio.

Predictibly, Ellen made up with Billy just before the prom. I hear they had a

grand old time.

 

*   *   *

 

After graduation, my life changed drastically. I moved to California to attend

USC on an academic scholarship. It was a long way from home, but I liked it.

 

I found college to be much easier than high school. For one thing, nobody knew

me, so I could start all over again. For the first time since the third grade,

nobody picked on me.

 

My major was engineering, and I breezed through the four years easily. Being a

"brain" in high school had brought me a lot of heartache, but in college, my

intelligence actually worked in my favor. I didn't have many friends - even my

dorm roommates didn't speak to me much - but I wasn't there to make friends. I

was there to study.

 

About my only distraction was a picture of Ellen that I cut out of my high

school yearbook and kept on my nightstand. She had promised to give me one of

her senior pictures, but she never did.

 

I was still head-over-heels in love with her during those first years in

college, even though she was attending a university thousands of miles away.

During my freshman and sophomore years, I often fell asleep staring at that

picture.

 

But by my third year of college, my obsession with Ellen had begun to wane.

Sure, I thought about her every now and then. But as time passed, I found

myself concentrating more and more on my studies.

 

All my hard work eventually paid off: I graduated with a perfect 4.0 grade

point average, and the job recruiters were all over me with one juicy offer

after another. I'd made a wise career choice: engineers were in high demand,

and I had my pick of nearly a dozen companies to work for.

 

Just a few weeks after I received my sheepskin, I decided to take a job with a

firm in New York, not far from home. It was a smaller company, but everything

felt right about it. I figured I could make a name for myself easier in a small

company.

 

The new job paid more than $70,000 a year. That's a phenominal salary for a kid

right out of college. But I wasn't used to a life of luxury, and even though I

was now pulling in the big money, I wasn't the type to go out and buy a fancy

car or a big house. I rented a nice apartment downtown, continued to drive my

three-year-old Neon, and started socking my money away in the bank.

 

My mother always stressed to me the importance of being frugal, and I learned

that lesson well. In just three years, I'd already saved more than $100,000. My

plan was to save enough money so I could retire at 50.

 

Everything was humming along. I loved my job. I was good at what I did, and the

company continued to reward me for my expertise. After only five years on the

job, I was pulling in a six-figure salary.

 

Still, all the money in the world couldn't fill the empty space in my heart.

 

There wasn't much going on in my personal life, to put it lightly. I've always

been shy around women, and at the age of 26, I was still a virgin. I'd dated a

few girls after I started working, but they only seemed interested in my money.

I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever meet someone I could get serious with.

 

But fate has a funny way of stepping in.

 

During the winter break in 1994, I came home for Christmas. On Christmas Day, I

enjoyed a nice dinner with my mother. I'm an only child, and my father left us

when I was three, so it's always been just us. It was nice to have dinner with

her, just like old times.

 

Whenever I'm home, I always try to help my mom out around the house as much as

possible. She's getting old, and she doesn't get around like she used to. So I

try to help. With my salary, I'm able to afford to pay a maid to come over to

my mom's twice a week and clean up. But when I'm home, I kind of like to take

care of things myself.

 

I'd promised her that after dinner, I'd shovel the sidewalk. So when we'd

finished doing the dishes (she washed, I dried), I went outside to start

shoveling.

 

That's when I saw her.

 

Ellen must've been visiting her parents for Christmas, too! Because there she

was, standing outside her old house, wiping the snow off her windshield. My

snow-bunny was as beautiful as ever, and all the old feelings came rushing

back. My heart started pumping blood to my ears, and I dropped my snow shovel

onto the ground without even noticing.

 

She didn't see me at first, so I started walking toward her, my breath getting

shorter with each step. This was the first time I'd seen her since we graduated

almost 10 years ago. What would I say? Would she still treat me like a fool? Or

had she matured beyond that?

 

Her face lit up when she finally noticed me. "Dougie!" she called out. "As I

live and breathe!"

 

"...Uh, hi, Ellen," I stammered. Nothing had changed: I still felt like a chump

around her.

 

But to my great relief, Ellen didn't crinkle her nose in disgust, or call me

"dumb-ass." She just smiled. But you could see it registering with her: she

knew I was still putty at her feet.

 

"So, Dougie, what have you been doing with yourself?" she asked. The hot fog

from her words swirled around her face in the cold breeze, and she smiled

again. "I hear you're on the gravy train these days!"

 

"Uh, yeah, well, I can't complain," I said. "I've been with RLC for four years

now and I love it. How about you? What are you doing these days, Ellen?"

 

"Well, I'm keeping busy," she said dismissively. "I'm in between jobs right

now...but I think this place downtown is going to hire me next week. I gotta

send them my resume, though."

 

"I heard you and Billy got married," I probed cautiously. "How's he doing?"

 

"Oh, you haven't heard - we got a divorce," she said. My ears pricked up. "I

still love him, Dougie," she said, looking off into space for a second, "but

you remember how he was. He just couldn't stay faithful. And I finally couldn't

put up with it anymore."

 

"I'm sorry to hear that," I lied.

 

Ellen sighed. "Oh, don't worry about me," she said. "As soon as I get this job,

everything will be fine. I'll be able to get out of my apartment and maybe get

a condo somewhere."

 

Ellen seemed somewhat downcast, and that gave me confidence. I'd always

daydreamed about one day coming to Ellen's rescue, and I sensed I might get a

chance to do just that. Ellen was obviously having money problems - she never

was very subtle about tossing out a hint. And money was one thing I had plenty

of.

 

"Uh...would you like to go out and get a cup of coffee or something?" I asked,

feeling bolder than I ever had.

 

"No, Doug, I've gotta go," she said. "Maybe some other time."

 

I was crushed. "Please?" I begged. "We might not see each other for another ten

years!"

 

Ellen grimaced slightly and looked down at her watch. "Oh, okay, just one cup

of coffee," she said. My sprits soared. Ellen flashed me a sly wink.

 

I didn't know it at the time, but I was swimming toward the hook with my mouth

wide open.

 

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"High School Sweetheart"

by c.w. cobblestone and SeeShow

 

PART TWO: ELLEN REELS HIM IN

 

 

My coffee date with Ellen was pure magic. She didn't call me "dumb-ass" the

entire night.

 

We had a great time reminiscing, although in my case the memories weren't

exactly fond ones. But Ellen just giggled about the way she'd treated me in

high school.

 

"I can't believe it," she said, smiling at me impishly. "I was SUCH a bitch to

you! I don't know how you put up with me!"

 

"Well...uh, I was in love with you, Ellen."

 

"Hmmm..." Ellen pursed her lips. "In love, huh? With me?" She narrowed her

eyes. "Well, how about now, Dougie?" she asked, a slight smile tracing the

corners of her mouth. "Tell me, are you in love with me now?"

 

That was a dangerous question. I didn't quite know how to respond - how could I

tell her that I'd still been in love with her all this time? I was just

beginning to realize it myself. I never really stopped loving Ellen, I'd just

pushed her out of my mind for awhile. I thought I could bury my intense

feelings for her by immersing myself in my work. But from the moment I ran into

her outside her parents' house earlier that day, all the old feelings came

rushing back.

 

And now, here she was, asking me to put into words feelings that I still didn't

understand myself.

 

She repeated her question: "What's wrong, Dougie, cat got your tongue? Answer

me: how's your love life these days?"

 

"It....it's okay, Ellen. But I don't really feel comfortable talking about

this."

 

Ellen playfully hit my arm. "Oh, c'mon, Dougie! It's a simple question: Do you

still hold a candle for little ol' me? After all these years?" She was pushing

my buttons again, just like she used to in school.

 

I took a deep breath. "Okay, Ellen, you probably know it anyway: I'm in love

with you. I always have been and I always will be."

 

There. I said it.

 

Ellen smiled and gently put her hand on mine. "That's sweet, Dougie," she said.

"I'm flattered."

 

We sat like that for a minute, saying nothing. I realized that she was waiting

for me to make the next move.

 

"So...." I began hesitatantly. "Uh...how do you feel about that, Ellen?"

 

"Feel about what?" Oh, she was cruel.

 

"You know what - I told you I was in love with you. How does that make you

feel?"

 

"I already told you, Dougie - I think it's sweet," she said matter-of-factly.

"What else do you want me to say?"

 

"Well...do you have any feelings for me?" I couldn't believe I was asking the

question. I cringed as I waited for her answer.

 

I nearly choked when she nodded her head and smiled at me. "Yes, Dougie, I

suppose I do have some fond feelings for you, too."

 

"You do?!?" I asked, my surprise showing in my voice. "Well...wha - I - I never

even dreamed that you felt anything good about me - I always thought you

disliked me."

 

"No, I didn't dislike you, Dougie," she said, patting my hand. "Truth is, I

always envied you."

 

"Envied me?" I repeated incredulously. "What do you mean? I don't understand

what you're talking about."

 

"Well, you were always the smart one," she began. "And now look at you - a big,

important engineer. I always knew you were going to end up making a lot of

money."

 

My head was spinning. I couldn't believe I was hearing this! Ellen was telling

me how important she thought I was and that she was impressed with my job and

the money I was making!

 

"Do you still feel the same way, Ellen?" I asked.

 

"Yes, Doug, I do, to an extent," she said firmly. "I feel like you've done so

much with your life so far. And here I am, not even 30 yet, and I've already

been married and divorced. Billy was such a loser - he couldn't hold a job, and

all he ever wanted to do is sit around the apartment and smoke weed with his

buddies. I made a stupid choice by marrying him."

 

"But it wasn't your fault you got a divorce," I said, quickly jumping to her

defense. "You said it yourself: Billy wouldn't stop cheating on you. You had

every right to demand a divorce in that situation. Billy doesn't deserve a

woman like you!"

 

"Oh, I know," she sighed dramatically. "But he's such a hunk!"

 

My face dropped, and Ellen giggled. "I'm just joking, Dougie! Don't be so

jealous!"

 

I sighed with relief. She was actually joking with me! I couldn't believe my

good fortune! Things had certainly changed since high school!

 

I sat there for a moment, saying nothing. Finally, I mustered up every fiber of

courage in my body and blurted it out: "Ellen, would you like to go out with me

again sometime?"

 

"Sure, Dougie!" she said. "I think it would be fun!"

 

I nearly passed out right there in the coffee shop.

 

 

*   *   *

 

I spent the next few months with sugar-plum fairies dancing in my head. Every

song on the radio was written just for me. And the winter air never smelled so

sweet.

 

Ellen and I went out about once a week. She lived in New Jersey, only a couple

hours' drive from the city. And when I was driving to see my beloved Ellen, the

trek seemed even shorter.

 

We didn't have what you'd call normal, "boyfriend-girlfriend" dates. Our

relationship was strictly platonic. A gentle peck on the cheek once in awhile,

that was it. I was deathly afraid of making Ellen mad, lest I screw things up,

so I didn't dare try to make a move on her.

 

I quickly forgot about my plan to save for my retirement. I started buying

Ellen expensive gifts. She seemed impressed with them and seemed to really

enjoy me spending a lot of money on her. As a result, not a week went by that I

didn't show up with a new necklace or some other shiny token of my devotion.

 

After we'd been dating for a few months, I decided to surprise Ellen. She was

always telling me how she wanted to move out of her apartment and into a condo.

So I put a down-payment on a beautiful two-bedroom unit overlooking a nature

trail, complete with pine trees and a running stream.

 

That Friday, I met Ellen at our favorite restaurant. I couldn't wait to spring

my surprise on her. We hadn't even ordered our food yet when I excitedly handed

her the key to her new condo. But instead of the big hug I was expecting, Ellen

gave me a dirty look. Then she looked down at the key in her hand and frowned.

 

My heart sank. What in the world was wrong?

 

"I think you're moving too fast, Dougie," she said grimly. "Way too fast. This

is too much."

 

"No it isn't, Ellen," I pleaded. "Please...I just want to take care of you."

 

"Well, you're not my father," she retorted, pushing back her chair. "I don't

need any man - especially you - to take care of me." With that, she turned and

walked away, leaving me sitting alone in the restaurant.

 

 

*   *   *

 

 

After three days, Ellen finally answered her phone.

 

"Ellen, I'm sorry," I began desperately as soon as I heard her voice. "Look, I

don't know what to say. I really wasn't trying to insult you. I just want you

to be happy, that's all."

 

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Ellen spoke.

 

"Look, I just don't know if I'm ready to get serious with somebody else yet,

Doug," she said. "You're a nice guy and all...but...I don't know."

 

"Well, I'm not pressuring you into anything, Ellen," I said. "You know how I

feel about you. But I'm willing to wait."

 

"Hang on, Dougie, someone's at the door."

 

I waited while Ellen answered the door. I heard her talking to someone, but I

couldn't make out what she was saying.

 

After a minute, she came back to the phone.

 

"Who was that?" I asked.

 

"Oh, nobody," she sighed casually. "Neighbor wanted to borrow a cup of sugar."

 

"Oh."

 

I was waiting for her to say something else but she never did. There was

silence on both ends of the receiver for a few seconds. I didn't want to bring

up our relationship, because it might make her mad again. But I didn't want to

be obvious and try to change the subject either. So I waited and said nothing.

 

Finally, Ellen broke the silence with a question out of left field that knocked

the wind out of me:

 

"Tell me something, Dougie - you want to marry me someday, don't you?"

 

It took a few seconds for her words to register. Then my brain stopped working.

 

I tried to say something, but I couldn't swallow the apple in my throat.

"Well...uh...sure, yes, Ellen, marrying...uh, marrying you would be like a

dream come true," I finally blubbered. "But...well, I know it's not something

you want - "

 

"Who says it's not something I want?" she cut in sharply. "Maybe I might want

to get married again someday, who knows? I'm just saying I'm not ready for all

that right now."

 

I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just say what I thought she said?

 

"Uh...uh...well, like I said, I'm willing to wait for whatever you want,

Ellen," I said, trying desperately to hold back my joy. "I love you, and I just

want whatever's best for you."

 

"That's great, Dougie," she said. "And speaking of waiting, I'm right in the

middle of something very important right now." Her voice sounded chipper again.

"Dougie, if you want to continue our conversation, you'll have to hang on for a

few minutes."

 

She put down the phone, then left me waiting on the line for more than 20

minutes. I strained my ears to hear what she was doing. I kept hearing a weird

sound - it almost sounded like she was watching a porno movie. Either my

imagination was running wild, or I could've swore I heard moaning and

bedsprings squeaking. But it sounded far away - just faint enough so that I

couldn't be sure. Maybe it was the television in the background or something.

 

But my imagination got the best of me. A porno movie? Maybe. But what if Ellen

were actually getting fucked by somebody while I waited on the phone? I quickly

put that horrible picture out of my mind. I couldn't bear the thought of my

sexy Ellen being with another man. Then I started thinking: if she ever did

decide to take on a lover, what could I do about it?

 

Finally, Ellen came back to the phone. "Sorry 'bout that, Dougie," she said,

sounding slightly winded. "I had to take care of something."

 

"What was all that noise?" I asked hesitantly.

 

"What noise?"

 

"I don't know, I heard a funny noise."

 

As usual, she dismissed my concerns. "What are you being so nosy for?" she

asked. "Don't worry about it. I had something to do."

 

"Okay, Ellen," I said, dropping the subject. "Say, Ellen, when can I see you

again? Are you busy tonight?"

 

"Uh...yeah, I'm busy tonight," she answered with a slight chuckle. "In fact,

I'm going to be reeeaaal busy tonight."

 

"Uh, that's okay. How about tomorrow?"

 

"I'm busy tomorrow, too, Dougie," she said. "Why don't you come by Thursday

night? You can take me to that new Japanese restaurant downtown."

 

"Okay, great!" I said. "Ellen...I hope you don't get mad if I say this: I...I

love you."

 

"That's OK, Dougie, I kind of care for you too, in my own little way," she

said. Again, there

was laughter in her voice. But I didn't pay much attention.

 

My heart was singing like a bird. Ellen Harris had just told me that she

actually cared for me!

 

 

High School Sweetheart," part 3

by c.w. cobblestone

No pussy. No hand-jobs. No nothing.

 

Not even a French kiss. Every now and then, Ellen would give me an chaste peck

on the cheek, but that was about it.

 

I was beyond concerned - I was ready to scream! Even though Ellen and I had

been dating for months, I still hadn't gotten to first base with her!

 

I couldn't figure out where our relationship was headed - or if we even had a

relationship, for that matter. I was certainly ga-ga over Ellen, no question

about it, but she didn't seem to feel the same way about me. Sure, she'd let me

take her out to exotic restaurants once or twice a week. And she did seem to

enjoy it when I bought her expensive gifts.

 

But she almost never showed me any real affection, at least not the kind of

affection a boyfriend could expect from his girl. And Ellen WAS my

girl...wasn't she? After all, she DID tell me that she cared about me...didn't

she? That was enough for me to believe we had some sort of a thing going on.

 

But affection was something Ellen handed out in very limited quantities. So I

had to settle for the next-best thing: a kind of playful teasing. Usually she

taunted me for being so infatuated with her.

 

"Tell me, Dougie," she'd say, twirling her golden locks innocently, "are you,

like, TOTALLY in love with me?"

 

"You know I am, Ellen."

 

"That's sweet, Dougie. Would you do ANYTHING for me?"

 

"Yes, Ellen. Anything." Even though I knew this was nothing but a form of

amusement for Ellen, I'd dutifully play along.

 

"Hmmm...would you throw your coat over a mud puddle for me, Dougie?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Okay, would you swim the St. Lawrence River for me?"

 

"Yes, Ellen."

 

"Would you mind it if I found me a big, good-looking hunk and did the nasty

with him?"

 

"What???"

 

"Just kidding, Dougie."

 

And I would have to take her at her word that she was just joking around. But

Ellen frequently began to bring up the subject of other men, and that bothered

me. She never actually came out and said whether she was dating someone else,

but she would often talk about the guys who came on to her at work...or

sometimes when we were in a restaurant, she'd point out some dude and say, "now

THAT's a beefcake! Look at that butt, Dougie!"

 

Of course, I'd never say anything back. I would always burn inside whenever she

started talking like that, but I never let her know that it bothered me. I just

took it all in stride, usually changing the subject at the first opportunity.

 

As we got deeper into our relationship, our roles began to develop even

further. My part was clear: I was the pussywhipped boyfriend who was desperate

to do right by his gorgeous girlfriend. And Ellen just sat back and let me do

things for her.

 

Eventually, Ellen decided to go ahead and move into the condo I'd bought for

her - but not before she made it perfectly clear that she owed me absolutely

nothing in return. Although I was sad that she felt she had to reiterate that

point, I was also ecstatic. It always made me feel good to do things for Ellen,

and this condo was going to be a huge step up from the dinky apartment she was

currently living in.

 

On an overcast Saturday afternoon, I helped her move into her new place.

Predictibly, I did most of the work. Ellen helped out a little at first, but as

the day wore on, she began to lose interest. When her neighbor, a tall,

good-looking guy from upstairs, stopped by to ask where she was moving to,

Ellen took the opportunity to go outside with this guy and shoot the breeze

while I continued to load up the U-Haul.

 

I was struggling down the stairs with a heavy box, and they were standing right

outside the door. The guy saw me coming, and he opened the door for me.

 

"Thanks," I said, avoiding eye-contact as I made my way through the doorway

with the unweildy box.

 

"Sure thing," he said. "Man, that box looks heavy."

 

"It is," I returned.

 

Ellen giggled. "Dougie's a real sweetheart, Anthony. He offered to help me move

this afternoon. Isn't he sweet?"

 

"Oh, yeah, he's a real Boy Scout," her friend snorted. Ellen shared a private

guffaw with the guy, and my ears turned red as I put the box into the truck and

trudged back upstairs to fetch another load.

 

When I came down again with another box, Ellen was holding the door open for me

this time. "Dougie, don't get mad at me," she said with a pettish pout, "but

Anthony was wondering if you'd mind if he took me to lunch right now."

 

I nearly dropped the box I was holding. How dared she? Here I was, sweating my

ass off moving HER shit into the condo I bought her, while she stood outside

and bullshitted with her friend - another guy, no less - and now she wanted to

take off with him somewhere, leaving me to deal with all the work.

 

I wanted to say something. I wanted to put my foot down. But I just couldn't.

 

"I-I...that's okay, Ellen, if you want to go, that's okay," I said in a huff -

albeit a slight huff, which Ellen didn't notice.

 

"Thanks, Dougie!" she said, standing on her tiptoes to plant a loud, wet kiss

on my forehead. "You're the best, Dougie - the absolute BEST!"

 

They turned and walked away, leaving me standing there holding the heavy box.

 

*   *   *

 

Ellen finally breezed in from her "lunch" at around 7 that night. I had been

waiting for her at the condo, and by the time she got back, I had already set

up her bed, her dressers, the stove and the new washer and dryer I'd bought for

her.

 

"Where were you?" I asked, trying my best to sound concerned instead of

confrontational. "I was getting worried."

 

"I told you before - you don't need to worry about me, Dougie," she said,

picking an apple out of an unpacked box of groceries and taking a loud bite.

"Ellen is a big girl," she said with her mouth full.

 

*   *   *

 

That spring, I was confronted with a big decision. A large company offered me a

job at almost twice my salary.

 

Despite the huge pay increase the firm offered me, I wasn't quite sure at first

whether to take the job. I liked it where I was: I knew everybody, and they

knew me. But in the end, my decision came down to one deciding factor: Ellen.

 

She pretty much talked me into taking the new job. "You're crazy," she said

when I told her about my apprehension. "They're gonna pay you 200 grand! Are

you nuts?!? Take the job!"

 

"But, Ellen, I like it where I am," I said. "I know it's a lot of money...but

happiness is worth something, too, isn't it?"

 

"And what about MY happiness, Doug?"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"I mean, what about my happiness? Don't you care what I think?"

 

"Sure, I care what you think, Ellen," I said, wondering where this was going.

"But...well, it's not like we're married or anything. Why would you be so

concerned about my career?"

 

"Well, I'm thinking that someday we're going to get married, Doug, and I don't

want to see you act like a putz for the rest of your life. It's business, Doug.

Take the money."

 

My heart fluttered when I realized what she'd just said.

 

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I asked. "Ellen, I thought you didn't

want to talk about marriage any more."

 

"Well, Dougie, some things change," she said, brushing back her hair. "So let's

talk about it."

 

I wasn't sure where to start. "Uh...well, you know how I feel about it, Ellen."

 

"How DO you feel about it, Dougie?" she asked, a slight twinkle in her eye.

 

"Well, I love you," I said for the millionth time. "You know that. I want to

marry you."

 

Ellen smiled at me and said simply, "I do."

 

I jumped 10 feet in the air. When I landed, I grabbed Ellen and hugged her

tightly.

 

"Oh, darling, I'm so happy!" I gushed. "You've made me the happiest man in the

world!"

 

Ellen squirmed out of my grip. "Damn, Doug, you're killin' me!" she said,

annoyed. "You nearly broke my ribcage! Don't squeeze so tight, you klutz!"

 

"Sorry, Ellen, I guess I got too excited. Oh, honey, I'm so happy! Let's go out

and celebrate!"

 

"No, Dougie, not tonight," she said airily. "I've gotta meet a friend for

dinner."

 

I felt a pang of sadness for a brief moment, but I quickly buried it. Nothing

could put a damper on my mood tonight - my dream had just come true.

 

High School Sweetheart," part 4

by c.w. cobblestone

Although my high school sweetheart had finally agreed to marry me, our

relationship pretty much stayed the same. I simply went from being Ellen's

pussywhipped boyfriend to being her pussywhipped fiancee.

 

Ellen didn't want a big wedding. She said she'd already done that "dog and pony

show" once before, when she married Billy. This time around, she told me, she

wanted a simple, low-key affair. She couldn't decide whether we should go to a

justice of the peace or take a trip to Vegas and get one of those fast-food

chapel weddings.

 

My opinion was not sought.

 

I wasn't exactly happy about the situation. I'd always dreamed of a big,

elaborate, romantic wedding, with ice sculptures, a tiered wedding cake - the

whole nine yards. But I didn't make too big a fuss about it. Truthfully, I

really didn't care if we got married in an outhouse. My beloved Ellen had

agreed to be my wife, that was the important thing.

 

Still, being somewhat religious, I would've liked to have gotten married in a

church. But Ellen wouldn't budge.

 

"It's nothing but a big headache, believe me," she said. "Doug, I've been

there, done that. Besides, it would be kind of silly for me to waltz down the

aisle wearing white again, don't you think?"

 

"No, Ellen, I don't think it'd be silly. Why on earth would it be silly?"

 

"Well, Dougie..." Ellen smiled devilishly. "I'm not exactly pure, you know."

 

"Don't say that, Ellen," I pleaded. "Just because you've been married before -

"

 

"Drop it, Doug," she cut in firmly. "I'm not gonna go through another big

wedding, period."

 

So I dropped it.

 

After we officially became engaged, I held out hope that Ellen would finally

let me make love to her. Hell, we'd been going out for close to a year and I

hadn't even touched her tits yet!

 

But no dice. Whenever I brought up the subject of our sex life - or lack

thereof - she'd just laugh it off.

 

"Dougie, don't you want to wait until our wedding night?" she'd ask. "It'll be

more special if we wait. I want you to still be a virgin on our wedding night.

It's important to me, Dougie."

 

It always embarrassed me whenever Ellen would bring up my virginity. It was

definitely a sore spot with me; I felt that being a virgin at age 28 wasn't

normal. Ellen knew how sensitive I was about the subject - so, naturally, she

brought it up constantly.

 

"I think it's cute that you don't know how to please a woman yet, Dougie,"

she'd tease. "But don't worry, Momma's gonna teach you everything you need to

know. I'm glad you don't know what you're doing. You're a clean slate. I can

train you to my exact specifications."

 

Ellen thought the whole thing was funny! But I was going out of my mind.

 

One night after we'd been out drinking, Ellen fell asleep on her couch, wearing

only a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. Her legs were splayed, and I

could see the divine outline of her vulva through the silky material.

 

I watched her sleep for a few minutes, until I finally couldn't stand it

anymore. I quietly knelt beside her on the couch and carefully moved my nose as

close to her pussy as I dared, trying desperately to get a whiff of her sacred

vagina.

 

"What the hell are you doing?" Ellen's angry voice startled me.

 

"Uh--I'm sorry Ellen, I'm sorry!" I blubbered. "Please...I'm just so

horny...and I saw you laying there like that - and I couldn't help it."

 

"Well, if you're so goddamn horny, Doug, be a man about it for Chrissakes!" she

spat. "What are you, some kind of pervert? Sneaking up on me like this! If you

had any backbone, you'd have fucked me by now. Instead, you wait until I fall

asleep and do this silly shit. What were you trying to do, Dougie? Were you

trying to sniff my pussy?"

 

I gulped. There was no way I could lie to her - she'd caught me red-handed.

 

"Y-yes, Ellen, I was," I said softly. I couldn't look her in the eye.

 

"You're pathetic, Doug," she said. "Absolutely pathetic. Get out of my face."

 

That was the last time I tried anything so stupid. I resigned myself to the

fact that I was simply going to have to wait until we got married for my first

sexual experience.

 

*   *   *

 

Ellen didn't stay mad for long, thank goodness. I called her the next day to

apologize, and to my great relief, she told me not to worry about it.

 

"Poor Dougie, I know how you must feel," she said soothingly. "A man has needs,

doesn't he?"

 

"Yes, Ellen, but I'm trying to put my needs aside, because that's what you want

me to do. But it's hard."

 

"Awww, that's sweet, Dougie. It really is," she cooed. "But don't you worry -

tonight, I'm going to give you a big treat, okay?"

 

My dick instantly started to twitch. "A treat?" I repeated. "Wha-what kind of

treat?"

 

"Don't worry about it, Dougie," she said mysteriously. "You'll find out

tonight."

 

The clock couldn't move fast enough. I was supposed to meet Ellen at her condo

at 7:00 that evening, and we were going to go out to eat. But when I showed up

at her door at about a quarter to seven, I didn't feel much like going to a

restaurant.

 

"You're a little early, aren't you?" Ellen asked when she answered the door.

She looked incredible in her cut-off jeans and black tank top.

 

"Yes, I guess I am early," I said. "But I just couldn't wait to see you,

Ellen."

 

"I know, honey," she smiled. "You're all excited, aren't you?"

 

I blushed. "Y-yes, Ellen, I am."

 

She giggled and said, "wait here for a second and I'll go get your treat." With

that, she turned and walked into her bedroom. After a few minutes, she came

back holding a pair of black silk panties, twirling them on her finger as she

slowly walked toward me.

 

"Surprise!" she sang. "These are for you, Dougie."

 

This was my big treat? A pair of Ellen's underwear?!?

 

Ellen tossed the filmy panties onto my lap. "Wh-what do you want me to do with

these?" I asked.

 

"Use your imagination, Dougie," she said. "I figured that since you want to

sniff my pussy so bad, having my panties to sniff would be the next-best

thing."

 

My face started to turn red. "Uh, thank you, Ellen," I said dumbly.

 

"Oh, you're welcome," she laughed. "But be careful - they're not exactly clean,

you know."

 

"Uh, huh," I mumbled.

 

"Well, Dougie, go ahead - sniff 'em!" Ellen said, taking a seat next to me on

the couch. "I want to see you sniff my crotch."

 

"D-do I have to?" I pleaded. I lowered my eyes. "Please, Ellen. This is

embarrassing."

 

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, Dougie," Ellen said. "We both know you're a freak.

Don't try to hide it from me! I know you too well! Now go ahead - sniff 'em!"

 

Defeated, I raised the panties up to my face. There were crusty white stains on

the crotch area that resembled the stains I'd leave in my towels after

masturbating. Nevertheless, I buried my nose in the silky material and inhaled.

The fishy aroma was enough to cause my dick to start squirming.

 

Suddenly, my body started to shake, and I could feel my balls start to fill up.

I tried to hold back my orgasm, but there was nothing I could do.

 

With a low moan, I shot a huge load right in my pants. I could feel the crotch

of my pants starting to get wet, and I knew it would be impossible to hide the

stain. I couldn't bear to look up at Ellen.

 

"Wow, Dougie, you must really like the way my pussy smells, even second-hand,"

she giggled. "Did you cum in your pants, Dougie?"

 

"Yes, Ellen," I whispered.

 

"That's pretty sad, Doug," she teased. "What are you going to do when you get

to smell the real thing?"

 

"I-I don't know," I whispered. "I'm sorry."

 

"Don't be sorry, Dougie," she said. "I think it's cute! You came without even

touching yourself! That's adorable!"

 

I felt like a little boy as I sat slumped up on the couch, the wet spot on my

crotch starting to spread. I still couldn't look my fianacee in the eye.

 

"Uh, Ellen, I'm going to have to change my pants before we go out."

 

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," she said casually. "We're not going out."

 

"We're not?" I bellowed. "But Ellen, I drove all the way over here because I

thought we were going to the restaurant."

 

"No you didn't; you drove over here to get your surprise," she said. "Don't

bullshit me. So now you've had your treat. And I've got plans. So go home."

 

"But Ellen, why? Why can't you go out tonight? What's going on?" I pleaded.

 

"I just told you: I've made other plans," she said, scowling at me. "Listen, I

don't like your fucking tone of voice, Doug. Let's get one thing straight right

here and now: you don't own me. I do what I want to do, and it's none of your

fucking business. You got that?"

 

"I'm not saying I own you, Ellen," I retorted. "But when you break a date like

this, without telling me...well, what am I supposed to do?"

 

"I'll tell you what you can do," she hissed. "You can go home and change your

pants. Then you can sniff my panties some more if you like - and this time, see

if you can hold out for at least 10 seconds before you shoot your pathetic

wad."

 

"Ellen, why are you being so mean?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. "I

really want to make you happy, but you always treat me so bad."

 

Ellen threw back her head and laughed cruelly. "Honey, you don't have the

slightest idea just HOW bad I'm treating you!"

 

"What does that mean?" My stomach was starting to knot up.

 

"Don't worry about it," she said. "What you don't know won't hurt you."

 

"Ellen, what are you talking about?"

 

"I said don't worry about it, Doug. Now you're starting to piss me off. Don't

make me mad. I can be a real bitch when I'm angry. You know that. Go home."

 

I knew better than to argue.

 

I drove home with a million questions bouncing around in my head and Ellen's

dirty underwear in my pocket.

 

 

High School Sweetheart," part 6

by c.w. cobblestone

I thought about calling off the wedding - for about two seconds. Then I woke

up.

 

Who was I kidding? I could never leave Ellen, and we both knew it. So she was

fucking around on me...so what? I still loved her with all my heart. I'm a

fool, I know, but despite her whoring around, I still wanted to marry her.

 

Come to think of it, she probably had the whole thing planned all along. She

probably wanted me to catch her with another guy, so she could guage her power

over me. She knows how much I'm in love with her, and she probably figured that

if she threatened to leave, I'd fold up like a house of cards.

 

Which is exactly what happened.

 

Now she had me right where she wanted me. She could continue to have sex with

other men, even after we were married, and I would quietly put up with it. In

her mind, my job as husband would be to provide her with a good home and lots

of shopping money. She'd made that abundantly clear - in fact, she came right

out and said that she didn't love me, that she was only marrying me for my

money.

 

If I was a good little cuckold husband and kept my mouth shut, she would stay

married to me. If not, she said she'd leave - and probably take me for

everything I owned in the process, I thought bitterly.

 

Despite my sadness, Ellen was ecstatic about the new situation. Now that her

fling with Anthony was out in the open, Ellen talked about him constantly. I

hated every word, but I was expected to just grit my teeth and put up with it.

 

But it was tough. Every time she mentioned his name, it was like a stake going

right through my heart.

 

Ellen's constant references to her lover were bad enough, but it would really

piss me off when she'd start complaining about him. She'd sit there and tell me

about the problems she was having with her beau - as if I were supposed to

sympathize with her!

 

About two weeks before the wedding, I was at Ellen's condo, giving her a foot

massage while she relaxed on the couch and watched television. Out of the blue,

she started bitching about Anthony.

 

"Can you believe that cheap bastard?!" she asked me as I knelt before her,

dutifully rubbing her feet. "He took me to McDonald's last night! Like I'm some

kind of cheap whore or something! I know he isn't rich - but goddamn, I'm worth

more than a fuckin' Big Mac, aren't I?"

 

"Yes, Ellen," I mumbled.

 

"Goddamn right I am," she continued. "And then - you're not gonna believe this

- he was too sorry to even get a hotel room! He fucked me right there in the

parking lot! I'm tellin' ya, the guy has no fuckin' class!"

 

What did she expect me to say? Was I supposed to feel sorry for her or

something?

 

Ellen looked at me with a wane smile. "But, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, Dougie,

that hard-bodied sonofabitch makes me feel so gooooooood!" she cooed, sensually

rubbing herself. "I feel like such a little slut sometimes, the things he makes

me do. In the parking lot, Dougie! We could've been caught - it was still light

out!"

 

She flashed me an impish wink. "Am I turning you on, Dougie?" she asked. "Do

you like to hear me talk about how I fucked him?"

 

"Y-yes, Ellen, I'm so horny!" I blurted out. "Ellen, please, can't I at least

have sex with you, too? I know you want to be with other guys, and I accept

that. But Ellen, please, I have needs, too, and it isn't fair - "

 

"Awww, it isn't faaaaaaaaaaair," she mocked me. "Poor little Dougie. It isn't

faaaaaaaaair. He has neeeeeeeeeeeeddddds!"

 

Ellen lifted the foot I was working on and propped her other foot onto the

footrest, inches from my nose. "Shut up and put a sock on that foot. Then get

to work on the other one," she said. "And quit your whining, wimp. I thought we

had an agreement.

 

"Nothing is fair, Doug," she lectured. "Life isn't fair. I know it's a lot to

ask for you to have to go without sex, while I'm out fucking around. But if I

have my way, you're going to remain a virgin for the rest of your natural-born

life. Of course that isn't fair. But you'll do it for me - won't you, Dougie?"

 

I didn't say anything. Ellen got a stern look on her face and repeated, "you'll

do it for me - WON'T YOU, DOUG?"

 

I bowed my head. I knew I was defeated. "Yes, Ellen," I murmered. "I only want

you to be happy."

 

"Good boy!" she said. "Now start on my other foot."

 

*   *   *

 

As planned, our wedding was a low-key affair. We got married in a courthouse

with no fanfare, no march down the aisle, and no Chicken Dance at the reception

afterward. It was about as exciting as filing for a building permit.

 

And our honeymoon? Well, it wasn't anything much to brag about. I sat at home

alone while Ellen spent the night at Anthony's.

 

*   *   *

 

After we got married, we sold Ellen's condo and she moved in with me.

Unfortunately, Ellen insisted that we sleep in seperate bedrooms, so I moved

out of the master bedroom and set up camp in the guest room down the hall.

 

True to her word, I was allowed absolutely no sexual contact with her. This

certainly wasn't what I had dreamed about all those years! I was married to the

most beautiful woman in the world, but I was involved in a sexless marriage.

 

Sexless, that is, for me.

 

About a week after our wedding, Ellen invited Anthony over for dinner. "He's

going to be coming over a lot," she announced. "So you might as well get used

to it."

 

I wanted to go to a hotel for the night while her lover was over, but Ellen

wouldn't hear of it.

 

"If you leave, what fun would that be?" she teased. "Dougie, I'm going to need

you here. We both are. Who's going to serve dinner if you're not here?"

 

"Y-you expect me to...serve dinner?" I was flabergasted.

 

"Why not? You serve me dinner all the time, Doug. What's the difference?"

 

I couldn't believe her unabashed audacity. "What's the difference!?!" I

shouted. "How can you expect me to serve dinner to...to HIM?!?"

 

Ellen reached out and pinched my ear with her long fingernails. "I think you'd

better watch that fucking tone of voice, Doug," she warned. "Who in the hell do

you think you're talking to?"

 

"Ouch! I'm sorry, dear!"

 

"Damn right, you're sorry!" she said. "Now, then, I'm gonna go take a shower. I

need you to iron my black miniskirt and my white blouse. Then get your ass

downstairs and start cooking dinner. Everything better be perfect, too, or I'll

have Anthony kick your skinny ass!"

 

 

NEXT UP: THE FIRST SUPPER!

 

High School Sweetheart," part 7

by c.w. cobblestone

I stood in the kitchen frantically puffing on my sixth cigarette. Dinner was

just almost ready and I was about to have a nervous breakdown.

 

I looked up at the clock again and shuddered. Any minute now...

 

A feeling of dread started to rise up from my breast but I swallowed it and

continued stirring the vegatables. There was no escaping it - this thing was

really going to happen. Ellen's lover, Anthony, was on his way over for dinner,

and there was nothing I could do about it.

 

He knew all about me. Ellen had told him everything - how much I was in love

with her, and how I'd agreed to let her find sexual satisfaction outside our

marriage. I kept picturing them snuggled up in bed, sharing a post coital joint

and laughing about me.

 

While I agonized in the kitchen, Ellen was relaxing in the living room,

watching television. I kept peeking in to look at her. She looked so calm with

her feet propped up on the coffee table, wearing nothing but her smoky

pantyhose and a sleepy little smile on her face. I kept making excuses to pass

by the doorway so I could catch a glimpse of my lovely wife in her pantyhose -

it was a rare treat for me.

 

"Dougie, what are you doing in there?" I heard her holler. Her voice made me

jump.

 

"Uh...just finishing up dinner, dear."

 

"Well get in here, I need you for a minute!" she shouted.

 

I went into the living room to see what my wife wanted. She was holding up both

her hands gingerly.

 

"Doug, my nail polish isn't dry yet," she said. "I need you to change the

channel."

 

Without a word, I picked up the remote control and waited. "Try channel 7," she

said. It was a game show. "Forget that - try 72."

 

I stood by the couch working the remote as she barked out her orders: "Now

channel 24. Okay, channel 2. Allright, see what's on HBO."

 

Ellen finally settled on an ice-skating competition, then told me to go change.

She told me she wanted me to wear my best suit for the occasion. I really

didn't feel much like dressing up, but Ellen insisted.

 

As I was upstairs putting on my black suit, I heard the doorbell rang. He was

here!

 

"Hang on!" Ellen said. She still wasn't dressed, and I heard her rushing around

trying to put on the outfit I'd ironed for her earlier.

 

After a moment, I heard Ellen open the door and say hi to someone. This was it!

 

"Dougie, don't be so rude," Ellen called up to me. "Come down here and say hi

to our guest."

 

With much apprehension, I started the long journey down the stairs. I spotted

Anthony sitting on the couch next to my wife and a cold chill ran through me.

He was a crude-looking man, although in a handsome way. He sort of reminded me

of Billy, Ellen's first husband. That was the type of guy Ellen always went in

for - the rude, obnoxious type.

 

As I approached them, Anthony broke into a shit-eating grin.

 

"Why, hello, Doug," he said, leaning back and putting his around possessively

around my wife's shoulder. "Awfully nice of ya to invite me over for dinner!

Thanks!"

 

"Uh...you're welcome," I stuttered.

 

Ellen frowned at me. "Doug, do I have to tell you everything? Get your head out

of your ass - ask Anthony what he'd like to drink!"

 

"Uh...I'm sorry...would...would you like something to drink?"

 

"Sure, Dougie - a cold beer'd be great."

 

"Make that two!" Ellen added, snuggling closer to her boyfriend.

 

When I returned with the beers I noticed that Anthony had his hand on my wife's

thigh. I desperately wanted to march right over there, remove his hand, and

reclaim my bride. Instead, I just set the beers down in front of them and said,

"dinner will be ready soon."

 

They hardly noticed me. Ellen was looking deep into Anthony's eyes, and he was

smiling back. I stood there awkwardly for a second, waiting for one of them to

say something to me. But I quickly realized that they weren't about to let me

intrude on their little "moment," so I retreated to the kitchen.

 

Dinner was thankfully uneventful. After I lit the candles and served the food,

I basically stayed in the kitchen, out of their way. I was needed only once, to

refill their drinks. Otherwise, I remained in the next room with my ear propped

up against the door.

 

I could hear them laughing, and I just knew they were laughing at me. But then

again, maybe they weren't - they really didn't seem to notice me one way or the

other. This was their night. I was just there to make sure they were

comfortable.

 

After they finished eating, they adjourned to the living room. I followed

dutifully behind,  after-dinner drinks in hand.

 

Ellen plopped down onto the sofa and pulled Anthony on top of her. I watched

Ellen's lips part in anticipation of her lover's kiss. It was killing me inside

to watch this, but I couldn't tear myself away, either. I realized that this

was the first time since high school that I'd seen Ellen really kiss somebody -

not counting the cute little pecks on the cheek or forehead she'd give me early

on in our relationship. God, she looked so sexy as she made out with Anthony.

Despite my humiliation, my little dick started to get hard.

 

Anthony was the first to notice. When he leaned up to take my drink, he nudged

Ellen in the ribs. "Hey, babe, I think your husband is a fag! He got a boner

watching me kiss you!"

 

Ellen giggled and took a dainty sip of her gin and tonic. "Awww....don't be too

hard on him, Anthony," she said. "Poor Dougie is still a virgin, and he can't

help himself."

 

Anthony guffawed. "A virgin?!!?" he bellowed. "I don't think he's a virgin, El

- I think he's a fuckin' fag!"

 

"Nope," Ellen said. "This poor boy has NEVER been fucked - by a guy or a girl!"

 

Anthony leaned over and put his hand under my wife's skirt. "You mean to tell

me he's never had this?" he asked as he caressed Ellen's pussy through her

panties.

 

"Nope," she repeated. "Never even a sniff."

 

"That's cold, El," Anthony said. "That's out cold. I think you should at least

give him a sniff."

 

Ellen looked at her boyfriend and laughed. "Do you think so?" she asked him. "I

don't know...I might spoil him! I did let him sniff my panties before, though,"

she added thoughtfully.

 

"Sure, babe, go ahead - give the poor guy a sniff of your boo-boo," Anthony

said. "It's not like you gotta fuck him or anything!"

 

Ellen smiled at me. "See how nice Anthony is?" she asked as she shimmied out of

her panties. "If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be getting this treat. Thank

him."

 

I felt my ears getting hot. "T-thank you," I gasped.

 

"No problem," Anthony said as he picked up Ellen's discarded panties. He

twirled them around on his finger and leaned back on the couch.

 

"Well, Dougie, go ahead," he said, motioning to Ellen, who was now reclining

with her legs splayed. "Go ahead, get you a sniff."

 

I crawled forward on my knees, absolutely mesmerized. It was the first time I'd

ever seen Ellen's pussy up close, and it was everything I'd dreamed it would

be. The soft blonde hairs barely hid the pink flesh of her pussy, and I could

see that my wife was getting wet. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in

my life.

 

I put my nose about two inches from Ellen's pussy and inhaled deeply. The scent

was heavenly, and for a brief moment I forgot about the terrible situation I

was in and concentrated on the heretofore forbidden aroma of my lovely wife's

vagina.

 

My slice of paradise didn't last long, unfortunately. I winced as I felt

Ellen's sharp heel dig into my shoulder. She roughly pushed me away with her

foot, and I tumbled to the carpet.

 

"That's enough, Doug," she said. "Get away from me. You stink. You put on too

much cologne - you smell like a goddamn French whorehouse!"

 

Anthony snorted. "Is that what that smell is?" he asked. "I thought somebody

spilled some PineSol or something!"

 

They both shared another laugh at my expense, then Anthony stood up and took my

wife's hand. "Well, Doug, this has been fun and everything," he said. "But it's

time for me and your wife to get down to business."

 

Ellen squealed and jumped into her lover's arms. Thus entwined, they made their

way toward the stairway.

 

Suddenly Anthony stopped and turned toward me. "Hey, Dougie," he said, "wanna

watch?"

 

My heart leaped. "Y--yes, Anthony, please...thank you...oh, God, please can I

watch?" I had no pride anymore; I'd have sold my soul to the devil for a chance

to see my beautiful wife getting soundly fucked. If I couldn't have her myself,

then watching would be the next-best thing.

 

But Anthony pricked my bubble when he smiled at me and said, "Psyche! Sorry,

Dougie - I was just kiddin'!"

 

Ellen giggled and flashed me the "thumbs down" sign. "Poor Dougie," she said.

"Looks like you lose!"

 

With that, they turned and made their way up to the bedroom.

 

"High School Sweetheart," part 8

by c.w. cobblestone

I never dreamed in a million years that I'd find myself lying on a shrink's

couch. But that's my wife for you - she'd drive any man to therapy!

 

I was so upset about where my relationship with Ellen was headed that I

actually made an appointment with a therapist. I knew Ellen would never consent

to go to marriage counseling, so I didn't bother asking her. I didn't even tell

her about my appointment - I figured she'd probably just laugh at me if I told

her I was going to see a therapist. But I felt I had to talk to somebody, so I

went ahead and made the appointment.

 

I still can't believe I actually went through with it: I sat down in this

complete stranger's office and totally spilled my guts. I told him everything -

how Ellen wouldn't let me have sex with her, how she went around fucking other

guys right under my nose - everything.

 

The doctor didn't show any emotion one way or the other. I half-expected him to

laugh at me when I told him about my wife and the way she treated me. But he

reacted the same as if I were reading him my grocery list.

 

Finally, after I'd told him my entire life's story, he spoke:

 

"Doug, there's no mistaking it," he said. "Your wife isn't here to speak for

herself, but from what you've described, it sounds to me like you're in an

abusive relationship. There are many different types of abuse, Doug. Some men

come home and beat their wives. In your case, it sounds like your wife is

beating you up emotionally."

 

"So what am I supposed to do, Doc?" I asked. "I know she's beating me up

emotionally - that's why I'm here. But I love her. I don't want to leave her."

 

"Tell me something, Doug," the shrink said. "If what you say is true, and Ellen

has no intention of trying to stop her abusive behavior, then why don't you

want to leave her?"

 

"I told you - because I love her!"

 

"I'll be frank with you - this doesn't sound much like love, Doug," he said.

"This sounds like a classic example of enabling behavior."

 

"What's that?"

 

"Well, Doug, an enabler is someone who 'enables' the abuser to continue their

abuse," he explained. "You seem to fit that description perfectly. Tell me: you

didn't like it when your wife brought her lover over to your house the other

night, did you?"

 

"No, sir, not at all."

 

"But how did you react to it?" he asked. "Did you protest?"

 

"Well...no, I didn't," I said. "Ellen told me before we got married that she

wanted to take other lovers, and that if I protested she'd leave me."

 

"So, by your giving in to her so easily, you're actually giving her the

go-ahead to continue treating you bad, right?"

 

"Huh? Uh, yeah, I guess so," I stammered. This guy was sharp. I could see where

he was going with this: he was taking the blame off Ellen and putting it on me.

 

The doctor sat there for a moment, weighing his words carefully. "Doug, tell me

something," he finally said. "Why do you feel you have to put up with this sort

of behavior from your wife?"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Well, it sounds to me like you're actually becoming dependent on Ellen's

abuse," he said. "It happens, you know. Many people become dependent on their

abuser. They become martyrs. They feel like they're doing the abuser a favor by

staying with them and putting up with the abuse. In fact, the abused party

often encourages their spouse to abuse them, because in a way, it allows them

feel superior to the abuser. It's a vicious circle, Doug."

 

"But I keep hoping that Ellen will change - "

 

"That's totally normal, Doug," the doctor said. "Most people in abusive

relationships are the same way. They keep thinking they're going to someday

change their abuser. And, then, when the abuser doesn't change, they think it's

something THEY did wrong. Like I said, it's a vicious circle.

 

"You're not alone, Doug," he continued. "Millions of Americans are stuck in

abusive relationships. And it's not just women, either. There are numerous

cases of female spousal abuse - some physical, some emotional. So don't think

you're the only one."

 

I started to say something, but I wasn't sure what to say. After a moment of

silence, the doctor looked at his watch. "I'm sorry, Doug, your time is up," he

said gently. "I have another patient at 6:30." He ripped a page out of his

notepad and scribbled something down. "Here is the number to a colleage of

mine," he said, handing me the sheet of paper. "I'm going on vacation for a few

weeks, so make an appointment with her. She's very good, and I think she'll be

able to help you until I get back."

 

I sat there staring at the phone number. The doctor read my thoughts.

 

"Now, Doug, I want you to make that appointment," he said. "You really have a

lot of issues you need to work out."

 

"Okay, I will," I lied.

 

On my drive home, I crumbled up the sheet of paper and threw it out the window.

I looked in my rear view mirror and watched it bounce wildly along the side of

the highway.

 

 

*   *   *

 

I was afraid Ellen would be mad at me for coming home so late. But when I got

home, she was gone. I found her container of birth control pills sitting on the

bathroom sink alongside a half-empty glass of water. That left little doubt as

to where she was.

 

*   *   *

 

I sat alone in my room, thinking of what the doctor had said. Some of it made

sense, but most of it sounded like mumbo-jumbo. What the hell did this guy

know, anyway? He was making these sweeping generalizations after only one

session - and without ever having met Ellen!

 

I decided that the guy was a quack. All those guys care about is the money,

anyway. Hell, he sure rustled me out of his office when my time was up, didn't

he? He didn't care about me or my problems. He just wanted my cash.

 

Just like everyone else.

 

I was already asleep by the time Ellen got home. I woke up when I heard the

door open, and I laid there in the darkness for a minute, listening to her high

heels clicking on the wood floor downstairs. I glanced at the clock on my

nightstand: almost 2 in the morning.

 

I got out of bed, quickly ran a brush through my hair, then rushed downstairs

to meet my wife. She smiled when she saw me.

 

"Oh, hey, Dougie," she said. She was reclining on the couch with her heels off,

smoking a cigarette. "What are you still doing up?"

 

"I was asleep," I told her. "You woke me up when you came in."

 

"Oh, well I'm sorry, Dougie," she said sarcastically. "Next time I come home

from being fucked, I'll make sure to be more quiet."

 

I ignored the jibe. "Ellen, would you like something to drink?"

 

"Sure, Doug, gin and tonic as usual," she said. "You know I always like a gin

and tonic after I've been FUCKED!"

 

She wasn't about to let it go, was she?

 

After I served her drink, I sat down on the chair across from her. "Ellen, can

we talk?" I asked hesitantly.

 

Ellen grimaced. "What is it, Doug?" she asked, obviously annoyed. "I'm tired."

 

"Well...Ellen, I love you," I began. "But...Ellen, why...why do you treat me

the way you do? I know you don't mean to - but sometimes you say the meanest

things to me."

 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she screamed. "I'm not being mean to you

- I'm just telling you the truth. Do you expect me to lie about where I've been

tonight? Besides, you need to quit your fucking complaining - you're the one

who wanted to marry me so bad. You knew what the score was going into this

marriage."

 

"Yes, I know - this is a marriage of convenience," I sighed. "You've told me

that a million times. But, Ellen, it goes way beyond that. I know where you've

been tonight - but why do you keep rubbing my nose in it?"

 

Ellen giggled. "Because, Doug, you like it!" she said. "You like hearing me

talk about getting fucked. I know you do."

 

"No, Ellen...it really hurts me when you talk about it."

 

She gave me a smouldering look. "Don't fucking lie to me, Doug," she said.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly began to spread her legs. "Look,

Dougie, I'm not wearing any panties," she teased. "I left them at Anthony's

apartment. Look, Doug, it's my pussy," she said, lifting up her skirt. "Would

you like another sniff, Doug? Huuuuuuuuh?"

 

All my bravado went out the window as I let out a gasp and sank to my knees.

"Y-yes, please, Ellen, please may I...may I...sniff your beautiful pussy?" I

felt like such a sap for giving in so easily - but at that moment, I would've

done anything in the world for a whiff of my wife's vagina.

 

Ellen smiled and crooked her finger at me. "Come here, little boy," she said.

"Come sniff mommy's dirty pussy. And it is dirty, Doug - if you know what I

mean!"

 

The scent was overwhelming. It wasn't like the last time I got to smell Ellen's

pussy - the odor was much more gamey this time. For the first time in my life,

I was inhaling the scent of hot sex.

 

As I knelt there breathing in her fishy fragrance, I suddenly lost control. I

moaned loudly as I shot my load in my pants. Ellen squealed with laughter.

 

"Now then, asshole," she said as I laid at her feet, writhing in the throes of

my orgasm. "You just got done cumming from smelling my well-fucked pussy -

without even touching yourself. Now tell me again how much you hate this."

 

High School Sweetheart," part nine

by c.w. cobblestone

I trudged wearily up the front steps. It had been a long, hard day at work, and

I was happy to finally be home.

 

As I was putting the key into the front door, I heard the phone start to ring.

I rushed inside to answer it.

 

I picked up the phone on the fourth ring. "Hello?" I asked, out of breath.

 

"Ellen there?" My heart sank as I recognized the voice. It was my wife's lover,

Anthony.

 

"Uh...I don't think so," I said. "I just got home, but I don't see her."

 

"Well, leave her a message," he said. "Tell her there's been a change in plans

tonight. We're going to Zack's instead of dinner. I gotta meet some friends

there."

 

I was livid. Did he actually expect me to pass his messages along to my wife?!?

I couldn't believe the utter audacity of this guy!

 

I was silent for a minute, trying to hold my tongue. I didn't want to say what

was on my mind. For Ellen's sake, I wanted to keep the peace. But my silence

had the opposite effect: it really pissed Anthony off.

 

"Hey, asshole, did you hear what I just told you?" he screamed. "Answer me,

wimp! Say something."

 

"Uh...yeah, yeah...I heard you," I said.

 

Then I got brave.

 

"Listen, Anthony, I'm not your message service," I blurted out. "It's bad

enough that you're doing what you're doing - now you expect me to give my wife

messages for you? Why don't you leave us alone? You're ruining our marriage!"

 

"I'm not ruining anything - I'm just fuckin' the bitch!" he quipped. "Besides,

why don't you ask your WIFE whether or not she wants me to leave her alone! She

sure didn't seem like she wanted to be left alone last night! In fact, she

begged me to see her again tonight!"

 

His voice took on a menacing tone. "Now, listen, wimp, and listen close: don't

you ever get cocky with me again, you hear? It ain't my fault you're too much

of a pussy to take care of your slut wife. Now, don't get me wrong - I don't

care about the bitch one way or another. She's just a piece of ass to me. But

if you EVER talk to me like that again, I'll kick your little skinny ass, you

got that?"

 

I slammed down the receiver.

 

As soon as I hung up, I knew I'd fucked up. What in the world had I done? I

knew Anthony would tell Ellen how I'd acted, and then I'd be in the doghouse

for sure!

 

I didn't have much time to worry about it, though. I sat there staring at the

phone for a few minutes, then I heard the front door open. Ellen walked in

carrying a bunch of packages in her arms. Looks like another day of spending my

hard-earned money, I thought bitterly.

 

"Oh, good, you're home," she said as she breezed into the living room. "I need

you to take all this stuff upstairs and put it away. Make sure you tear all the

tags off everything."

 

As I took the packages from my wife, I was debating whether to tell her about

my conversation with Anthony. I knew he'd be sure to tell her tonight on their

date, so I decided to let her hear my side of the story first.

 

"Uh, Ellen...Anthony just called," I said. "He said he wants to go to the bar

tonight instead of dinner. He said he's going to meet some friends up at

Zack's."

 

Ellen threw her hands up in the air. "Damn it! I'm tired of him taking me to

that fuckin' dive!" she complained. "This is the fourth time this month that

sonofabitch has changed plans on me!"

 

I wanted to tell Ellen about the rest our conversation, but I was scared - I

knew she wasn't going to be happy about it.

 

But the alternative was letting Anthony break the news to her. I had no choice.

 

"Uh, Ellen, there's something else," I said. "We got in an arguement."

 

"Who got in an arguement? What are you talking about, Doug?" she asked.

 

"Well...I...uh...I got in an arguement with Anthony," I explained. "He said

some mean things about you, and...well, I felt I had to stand up for you."

 

"Why? What mean things did he say about me?"

 

"Well, he called you a bitch and a slut...and then he said he didn't care about

you," I reported. "He said he's only with you to get a piece of...ass."

 

I thought Ellen would get mad, but to my suprise she just rolled her eyes and

giggled. "That's okay, Dougie," she smiled. "It's sweet that you want to defend

my honor, but don't worry about it. That's the only reason I'm with him, too!

We just fuck, Doug - it's not like we're in love or anything."

 

Maybe I should've been relieved to hear that Ellen really didn't have any

feelings for Anthony. But instead, I felt like a complete fool.

 

I still hadn't told her the worst part. I took a deep breath and continued.

 

"Anthony got mad at me," I said. "He said some really mean things...and so...so

I hung up on him."

 

Ellen scowled at me. "You did WHAT?!?" she screamed. "What the hell did you

hang up on him for?"

 

"Well, honey, he was really saying some mean things, and I didn't want to stand

there and argue with him..."

 

I could tell Ellen was pissed. She picked up the phone and thrust it in my

direction. "Bullshit, Doug. I want you to call him up right now and apologize!"

 

"But, Ellen - "

 

My wife held up her hand for silence. "Shut the fuck up, Doug. How dare you

hang up on him! What the hell's wrong with you, anyway? Why are you making

things difficult? I want Anthony to feel totally welcome in our home. We had

such a good time the other night when he was over. He was apprehensive about

the whole thing, but the other night put him more at ease. And now you're

trying to fuck it all up."

 

She reached forward and handed me the phone. "Now, Doug, like I said - I want

you to call him back and apologize."

 

I knew there was no arguing with Ellen when she got like this, so I just shut

up and took the phone. I felt about two inches tall as I slowly dialed the

number Ellen dictated.

 

It rang three times before he picked it up.

 

"Hello?"

 

"Uh...hi, Anthony? It's Doug."

 

"Well, well! What the fuck do you want, pussy?"

 

"Uh...Ellen wants me to apologize to you."

 

Anthony snorted. "Ain't that a bitch?" he said. "Boy, it must make you feel

like a complete wuss to have to say you're sorry to the guy who's fuckin' your

wife! Don't it?"

 

"Yes," I said softly.

 

"So, what are you waiting for, asshole - apologize!"

 

"Umm....Anthony, I'm sorry," I said, feeling tears of humiliation start to

form. I could see Ellen sitting on the couch, gloating. I cleared my throat and

continued: "I never should've said the things I did. It upset Ellen a lot, and

I'm really sorry."

 

"Don't worry about it, faggot," he said arrogantly. "Like I said: I'm not

interested in your relationship with Ellen. I don't care what you two do,

frankly. I just like fuckin' her. She's got that snappin' pussy, if you know

what I mean - plus, she gives the best blowjobs I've ever had, Doug! But, oh, I

forgot - being a virgin, you wouldn't know about those things, would you?

Fuckin' wimp! I'll be damned if I ever let a woman treat me like that!

 

"Now shut the fuck up and put the bitch on the phone!"

 

I handed the telephone to my smiling wife, then carried her packages upstairs.

 

*   *   *

 

I was busy at the ironing board while Ellen got ready for her date. I can't say

I approved of the slutty outfit she was going to wear, but I wasn't holding my

breath waiting for Ellen to ask my opinion.

 

After I ironed my wife's minidress, I carefully went over her red teddy with

the iron set on "low." She told me she was going to wear it under her dress to

surprise Anthony. I sadly played with the crotch of the garment, thinking how

casually he'd be unsnapping it later, totally unaware of how hard I'd worked to

make it look nice for him.

 

"Hey, Doug, are my clothes done yet?" my wife called in from the bathroom.

 

"Uh...almost."

 

"Well, hurry up."

 

I finished ironing the lingerie and took all the freshly-pressed clothing into

the bathroom. I gasped when I caught glimpse of my wife - she was naked as a

jaybird, applying her makeup in the mirror.

 

"Put 'em over here," she said, motioning to the vanity. I carefully laid

everything across the table, trying not to be too obvious about peeking at my

wife's nude body.

 

But Ellen noticed me gawking at her. "Like what you see, Dougie?" she asked.

"Hmmmm?"

 

"Uh...yes, Ellen, you're the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world," I

gasped.

 

"That's sweet, Dougie," she said as she reached for her stockings. "Anthony

thinks so, too."

 

She started to put on her stockings, then stopped. She looked at me with a

mischievious grin.

 

"Hey, Dougie," she said. "How'd you like to put my stockings on for me?"

 

I swallowed hard. This would be a rare chance for me to get an up-close look at

my wife's naked vagina.

 

"Uh...thank you, Ellen, I'd like it very much," I said desperately.

 

Ellen smiled. "Okay, puppy, get to work," she ordered, flinging her stocking at

me. "Make sure the seams are straight - we don't want Anthony to have to deal

with crooked seams, now do we?"

 

"No, Ellen," I said numbly as I tried to pull the silky stocking up her leg. As

bad as my hands were shaking, it was a difficult task.

 

"Poor Dougie," Ellen said as I struggled with her stocking. "That mean old

Anthony can be such a jerk sometimes, can't he?"

 

"Yes, honey, he can," I said. "Ellen, why don't you dump him? He's no good for

you - "

 

"Awwww, shuddup, Doug," she said. "I told you already - I ain't in love with

the guy - I'm just fucking him. I know he's an asshole...but gawd, he's such a

hunk! I'm getting what I want and he's getting what he wants. So don't worry

about it, Dougie. I know how to take care of myself!"

 

After I finished putting on her stockings, Ellen started playing with her

pussy, right in front of my nose. "Look, Doug, it's getting wet for him," she

said. "I get so horny just thinking about that monster he's got in his drawers.

Would you like a sniff?"

 

"Oh, yes, Ellen, please? Please, can I have a sniff?" I sobbed as I sank to my

knees.

 

"Oh, alright, Dougie, you've been a good boy. Go ahead - sniff."

 

I nearly passed out. It was only the third time my wife had allowed me to do

this, and although smelling my wife's vagina before she went out on a date

wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind when I married her, I knew it was as close

to sex as I was ever going to get with her. So I savored every breath.

 

After a few minutes, she tapped me on the head. "Okay, go on," she said. "Get

out of my way while I finish getting ready."

 

I left the bathroom and went downstairs to watch TV. As I was sitting on the

couch playing with myself, the doorbell rang.

 

My heart jumped when I answered the door. It was Anthony!

 

"Howdy, partner," he said, pushing past me into the house. "Is that slut of

yours ready yet?"

 

I heard Ellen call down the stairs, "hang on, honey - I'll be down in a

minute."

 

Anthony plopped down onto the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.

Then he picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doug," he said mockingly. "How rude of me. I shouldn't just

barge in here and start changing the channels on you. Were you watching

something, Doug?"

 

"Uh...that's okay, don't worry about it," I intoned. I hated having to be so

polite to him - but Ellen had made it clear that I was to do everything in my

power to make Anthony feel comfortable.

 

As he sat there channel-surfing, Ellen came down the stairs. She looked

stunning as usual, although she did look a little slutty in that micro-dress.

 

"Damn, baby, I wanna fuck the shit out of you right here!" Anthony said as

Ellen continued her decsent down the stairwell.

 

Ellen grimaced. "Boy, you sure know how to make a girl feel classy, Anthony,"

she said disdainfully.

 

"Well, honey, if you dress like a slut, you get treated like a slut!" he shot

back.

 

Ellen was acting like she was mad, but I could tell she really enjoyed having

her powerful lover talk to her like this. She certainly didn't offer any

resistance when Anthony stood up and roughly grabbed her pussy.

 

I watched sadly as Ellen melted in his arms. Anthony put his hand under my

wife's panties and violently started caressing her cunt, making her gasp with

each stroke.

 

Anthony turned toward me, and without missing a stroke with his fingers, he

said, "see, Doug? This is how you're supposed to treat a little slut like

Ellen. I know how these sluts are - they fucking love it!"

 

I desperately wanted to tell him to stop calling my wife a slut, but I knew

better. I just nodded my head stupidly.

 

"Remember what you said earlier, Doug?" he asked. "About how I should leave

your wife alone? Well, look at your little darling's face, Doug. Does she look

like she wants to be left alone?"

 

I looked down at the ground and softly said, "no."

 

"Goddamn right!" Anthony withdrew his fingers from my wife's pussy. "Like I

said: she's a slut." He turned toward Ellen. "Come on, bitch, we gotta get

going!" he said.

 

Now if I were to ever call Ellen a bitch, she'd slap me silly. But she didn't

say a word when Anthony called her that. She just submissively straightened out

her dress and followed her lover out the door.

 

I was hoping she'd say something to me - even one last put-down before she left

would've been SOMETHING. But she didn't even look back as she tried to keep up

with Anthony in her ridiculously high heels.

 

There was a tear in my eye as I saw her slip into the passenger seat of

Anthony's car. Anthony revved up the motor, then drove off into the night.

High School Sweetheart," part 10

by c.w cobblestone

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

 

"What the fuck?!!?"

 

Everything was still hazy as I shot out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I glanced at

the clock on the nightstand. Who the hell was laying on the doorbell at 3 in

the morning?

 

Ellen was wondering the same thing. "Doug," she yelled crankily from her

bedroom. "Go see who the hell that is!"

 

I rushed downstairs to answer the door. "Just a second," I hollered, but

whoever it was kept hitting the doorbell: BZZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZZZZZZZZZ! It was

starting to piss me off.

 

I angrily swung open the door and saw Anthony's smiling face. He was with

another guy, a tall blonde dude.

 

"Hey, Doug, it's party time! Put these in the fridge!" Anthony said, handing me

a six-pack of Budweiser. He pushed past me into the foyer and his buddy

followed. I could smell the alcohol on them as they passed me.

 

"Hey, Doug, where's my little fuck-bunny?" Anthony asked as he sat down and lit

a cigarette. "Tell the bitch to get her narrow ass downstairs. Rob and me are

lookin' for some fun!"

 

I didn't say a word as I went into the kitchen and put the beer in the

refrigerator. I was still a little groggy, and this had all come so fast, I

hadn't had time to gather my wits.

 

When I got back into the living room, Ellen was standing there in the long

tee-shirt she'd worn to bed. She was obviously pissed.

 

"Goddamn, Anthony, what the hell are you comin' over here at 3 in the goddamned

morning for, ringin' the doorbell like that?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"Jesus, couldn't you at least fuckin' call?"

 

"Quiet, bitch, I wanted some pussy, and there wasn't nobody at the bar,"

Anthony said, smiling at his friend. "And Rob here wants to test the

merchandise too."

 

Ellen narrowed her eyes at Anthony. "You're such a pig," she spat at him.

Anthony just leaned back in his chair and sneered.

 

He looked at me and shook his head. "You hear that, Dougie?" he asked. "Your

little whore wife is callin' me a pig! You better tell her: I'm gonna slap the

bitch if she don't keep her fuckin' mouth shut!"

 

I clenched my teeth. There was nothing I could do. Even though Anthony was

totally disrespecting my wife, I knew I'd be ill-advised to try to stand up for

her. For all her complaining, Ellen really liked it when her lover talked like

that. I never could understand why my wife was attracted to those kind of guys,

but she just melts before the crude, rude asshole-type.

 

"Hey, Anthony, where's the john?" Rob asked. "I gotta piss like a racehorse."

 

"Upstairs, 2nd door on the left," Ellen answered for Anthony. "And don't forget

to put the seat down," she added bitchily.

 

Anthony stood up and looked at Ellen. "Damn, baby, I gotta piss, too. You ain't

got another bathroom, do you?"

 

"No," Ellen said. "Tie a knot in it."

 

"Fuck that!" he said. He started walking toward the kitchen. "When a man's

gotta go, a man's gotta go!"

 

Ellen stood up and followed behind Anthony. "Hey, asshole, what are you gonna

do? You ain't pissing in my sink, Anthony!"

 

"Aww, don't worry, slut - I'll run the water!"

 

I was steaming and so was Ellen. From my position in the living room, I could

see Anthony

standing before the kitchen sink up on his tiptoes. I couldn't believe it: this

asshole  was actually pissing in my kitchen sink! But again, what could I do?

If I went in there to try and stop him, Ellen would get on my ass!

 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh," Anthony sighed as he shook the last drops of urine from his

dick. "Now THAT felt good! A good piss is better than gettin' your nut off!"

 

"You're an asshole, Anthony!" Ellen grimaced. "I don't fuckin' believe you!"

 

"What the hell, I ran the goddamned water!" Anthony hollered. "Don't be so anal

about it!"

 

Ellen lightly punched her lover in the arm. "Asshole!" she repeated, this time

with a twinge of humor in her voice.

 

Anthony looked at me. "Hey, Dougie, make yourself useful and go get me another

beer!" He actually burped the last word: "Beeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr."

 

I swallowed my humiliation and turned toward the kitchen. When I returned with

the beer, Rob was back in the living room.

 

"Hey, that looks good," he said, eyeing Anthony's Bud. "How about gettin' me

one, too?"

 

"Make that three, Doug," Ellen said.

 

As I was serving the beers, Ellen was still berating Anthony about using our

sink as a toilet.

 

"You're fucking unbelievable," she was saying. "What the fuck - were you raised

in an outhouse?"

 

"No, in a whorehouse!" he shot back, chuckling at his own lame joke.

 

After I passed out the beers, I just kind of stood there listening to their

conversation. Ellen scowled at me.

 

"Doug, go in the kitchen and wash out the goddamn sink," she said. "Make sure

you use bleach!"

 

"Aw, hell, my piss ain't that bad!" Anthony joked. "Hell, it comes from this

dick you love so much - how could it be that bad?"

 

"I'm not into golden showers," Ellen snootily retorted.

 

"Not yet, anyway!" Anthony parried, slapping his buddy a high-five.

 

I left them to their inane bantering and went back into the kitchen to clean

the sink. As I was busy scrubbing out the sink, I could hear Ellen and her two

male companions starting to get busy in the living room. Every so often, I'd

turn around and peek at my wife being caressed by these two men. Unfortunately,

they took the party upstairs after a few minutes, leaving me alone to make sure

the sink was free from any stray droplets of Anthony's piss.