0 comments/ 56601 views/ 4 favorites Utterly Fucked Pt. 01 By: Zark Intrinsic Fate had dealt Stuart some odd hands, he often thought. In the long run, they were generally unfavorable ones. Back in high school, he was what one might call... a gigantic geek. Not that this had changed as much as he might’ve hoped since he’d graduated and moved on to college. Still, the fact that at least he wasn’t getting his ass kicked on a daily basis anymore seemed as if it ought to count for something to that end. Said ass-kickings were administered by Daniel Gordon, a senior when Stu was a freshman, and one of the biggest jerks he’d had the misfortune to encounter. He was any nerd’s worst nightmare: a walnut-brained, over-muscled – frustratingly popular with the ladies, the prick – ridged-forehead mistake of evolution with a penchant for inflicting public humiliation… the very worst public place guaranteeing the most humiliation, of course, being anywhere in the vicinity of Jennifer. Jennifer, conversely, being any nerd’s greatest wet dream – actually, any living male’s wet dream – actually, the one and only decent reason for bothering to breathe. Certainly not the sort of girl one would want to get gut-punched in front of. Repeatedly. On a daily basis. With his friends standing by laughing. And a hot girl on his tormentor’s shoulder, fawning at him, the fucking devil’s spawn. Stuart had known Jennifer since the wee years of elementary school, when she’d been the prettiest girl in class with her shimmering brown eyes… always smiling, wonderfully gregarious and talkative. The crush hadn’t worn off in time, nor had his awkwardness, making her more unapproachable in high school than ever before. She still had her big brown eyes and her jet black hair, and she was still the prettiest girl in class – in school – in existence – but as of reaching high school she was also a cheerleader, possessing the delicately lithe kind of figure associated with that activity, and the ravenous attention from males associated with that kind of figure. Stu had known she was the most gorgeous being on the face of the earth since he was ten. All these other jerks only figured it out after her curves had started to settle in to their proper places. And none of them, not one, could possibly feel as strongly for her as he did. It just wasn’t possible. And Jennifer was still wonderfully gregarious and talkative, in fact. Quite the social butterfly, and perennially surrounded by aggressive male butterflies that could kick Stuart’s ass. And although Stu knew that Jennifer was definitely… well, she was a girl of solid moral character, you might say… in spite of that, he would’ve liked to strangle to death every guy she ever dated. If he couldn’t have her, no one could. Not even for hand-holding trips to the movies. But if she was turning them down, he had no chance himself. He at least got a little of his dignity back when Daniel Gordon (curse his name!) graduated and went off to work as a burger flipper or a janitor or whatever loser job he was surely doing. But poor Stuart was still the same old geek: short, skinny, bespectacled, long on calculus skills and short on social skills. He stuttered a word to her from time to time, but he could never really talk to her. So he suffered in silence, gazing at her from afar, nursing the heartache. But one day… not long before graduation, the end of senior year… something miraculous happened. Something out of a fairytale, something totally impossible, without precedent. It started with the most awkward moment of Stuart’s life of awkward moments. Jennifer needed help with math, Jennifer came to Stu for tutoring in math – it was something right out of one of his daydreams, but in reality it was horrible. They were the only two people in study hall that afternoon, and as he explained some of the finer points of factoring polynomials to her, he felt as if he were going to faint at any moment. Tutoring her was indeed the most awkward moment out of his life of awkward moments. But it was topped just a few moments later. They got to talking… and Stu started feeling a little more at ease… and she was giggling… and then, without consulting him, his mouth started off by itself, saying things, secret things about his innermost feelings, things that he could never, ever say out loud. And he went on, and stumbled and it stammered, and it wasn’t anything like the grand love confession speech he’d written and re-written in his mind a thousand times over. But none of that mattered. Only one thing mattered: the fact that when that awful moment was over, after the words hung embarrassingly in the air just a moment longer than he would’ve liked, she pointed her beautiful brown eyes right at his and said: “I… I feel the same way about you, Stuart”. Long story short: a few short months later – the best time of Stu’s life, without question – they moved in together in an apartment at the start of college. Stu had to pass on his first choice of schools so that they could be together… but that didn’t matter. This was his greatest dream come true. Which is why it was so awful that he was so miserable, now that he’d settled in. * Jennifer always had a crush on Stuart, ever since she could remember. He was, without a doubt, the smartest person she’d ever met, but he carried himself with a kind of humble humility. He was a special person – it seemed that he’d turn into someone important, with all of his brilliance. She’d frequently tried talking to him, over the years, but… he wasn’t the most receptive person in the world. In fact, he seemed almost miserable talking to her. She was an intelligent enough person, she thought, and her grades were always great, but maybe she just wasn’t intellectual enough to carry on a proper conversation with him. And communication became a greater problem as time went on. High school had its social currents; they carried her one way and him the other. She knew, though, better than most, that the hierarchy that developed there was just an accident of circumstance. She hated Stuart to get excluded or picked on (that asshole Daniel Gordon was the worst, she hated him like nobody else) but she knew Stuart would have his day. He wasn’t a hotshot quarterback or self-assured stud – the sorts of guys she guiltily flirted with then shrugged off – but he was a great person, someone who would really be somebody, someday. Finally, one day, the poor guy came out of his shell and revealed a piece of himself to her that she hadn’t suspected the existence of. It was so sweet and romantic and perfect, like in a movie. Well, it was for a while. * Stuart had been imagining and re-imagining what his first time was going to be like since his voice started to change. It was going to be with Jennifer: that much was set in stone. It was going to be absolutely incredible: there could be no doubt of it. Fueled by porno and the imagination of a teenaged boy, and fermenting for a number of years, the fantasy had finally reached epic proportions: possessing raw sexual talent without peer, belying his unassuming appearance and modest penis size, he would take his love away on a wave of orgasms that would leave her panting and begging for more. He’d run through the scenario so many times in his mind that he knew it like the back of his own hand – well, the palm of his hand, maybe? – and he was sure that everything would go exactly right. Reality was a little different. It wasn’t her first time, it turned out, and in spite all her assurances that it only happened once, that it meant nothing, that knowledge was like getting stabbed through the heart. He didn’t know who it was with. He didn’t want to know. And she didn’t seem especially eager to volunteer the information. Stu and Jenny had fooled around a bit since that fateful day in study hall, and they’d done enough talking, but Jenny being the rather modest girl she was, they didn’t finally do the honors until the night they moved in together. His eyes nearly leapt from their sockets and bowed down before Jennifer’s naked body… it was everything he’d dreamed of and more, so petite and pleasantly curved, her breasts as cheerfully perky as her disposition. It was the very image of beauty itself, burned right into his mind’s eye. Nothing could be more perfect. Then there was some fumbling, some red-faced awkwardness on both their parts (but especially his), and almost as suddenly as it began, it was over. She was loving, she was supportive. She was happy just to give him the gift of her body. And who gets it right the first time, anyway? Or… the second time… or the third… If anything, he got worse the harder he tried. She didn’t say it, but he knew it. His pathetic, soft, skinny body felt so inadequate compared to what she was offering him, ugh, and his pathetic dick, he doubted she even felt much of anything. Sex quickly acquired a bitter taste for him, and he began to resent the whole situation. He finally got the one thing he wanted most out of his life and it brought him nothing but shame. He loved her so much and he could barely look her in the eye. But all of that… all of that inadequacy on his part… it wasn’t even the worst part of it. Not by the tenth part. No, something else happened – was happening – that was rubbing more salt in the wound than Stuart thought possible * Jennifer had some vague moral feelings about sex buried away in the back of her mind, picked up from television and speeches from her parents, maybe, then half-forgotten: sex was for the person you really loved; it’s your gift to him; it’s the most beautiful expression of your most important feelings. Blah, blah, blah. There was probably something about saving yourself for the right guy tucked in there too – should’ve paid more attention to that one, she though, as her first time was in retrospect, totally humiliating and a complete mistake. Water under the bridge, not even worth counting. Stuart was her real first time. There had been other guys that impressed her on a purely physical level, sure… she took in a little eye candy from time to time, to fuel the odd daydream, she was only human after all and she could be a bit of a flirt… but there hadn’t been anybody that really impressed her. With Stuart, on the other hand, there was a seed of love that had been growing in her since she was just a little girl, and now that it had grown to fruition, she had what she’d really always wanted: a soul mate. Stuart, however, was something of a tricky soul mate. Jennifer was ready to hang a “happy ever after” sign over her life just a couple of weeks ago, but things had gone downhill fast since moving to college. Stuart loved her so much, deep down, she knew it, but he just didn’t understand feelings the way he did numbers. He was hard to communicate with. And sex… Jenny only wanted one thing out of sex: to give the man she loved what he wanted, her body her greatest gift. Stuart was not a gracious gift-accepter, though, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to convince him that she really did love him and was really happy just the way things were. It was as if he wanted to be hard on himself. He was so sullen, so hard to be around. But part of that was her fault, she was sure. And an even bigger part of the problem… well, blame it on a big cosmic joke. The first glimpse she got of their next-door neighbor in the apartment complex was actually a couple days after they’d already moved in, just a little before the semester started. She was with Stuart at the time. They were just coming back from the store, having picked up a grocery bag or two of food, when the door of the apartment to the right of theirs opened up and out stepped… a magnificent physical specimen. He was tall, and nicely, nicely muscled, as clearly revealed by his black tank top and tight blue jeans, with short black hair and a nice tan. Jennifer took a moment to enjoy the view as he closed and locked his door, too long of a moment, it turned out, because she realized Stu had spotted her looking. She was embarrassed of herself and felt guilty, and then things got even worse. The man turned to face them, and he was none other than Daniel Gordon from high school. “How’s it going compadre?” he said to Stuart, his voice twanging with sarcasm. Stu muttered something under his breath… and Stu and Jennifer both went into their apartment without another word. * “Don’t let him get under your skin, Stu,” Jennifer said, as if she had the right to say anything after staring at Daniel’s body like that. “He might be a total asshole, but this isn’t high school anymore. He’ll probably be a quiet neighbor.” Irony. It was that very night, in the awkward moment that inevitably followed coitus – she was trying to reassure him, coddle his fragile male ego – that Stuart heard a soft, feminine moaning coming from the other side of the wall. Daniel’s side. He hoped to hell it was a television show. But he knew it wasn’t. And it was getting louder. He tried breathing a little louder, talking a little, about nothing really, just pointless small talk, hoping to cover up the noise, hoping that Jennifer didn’t hear it, hoping if she did that they could just both pretend that they didn’t. It was pointless, though. Soon the moaning was too loud to ignore. There was no way to pretend it didn’t exist, let alone the tapping sound of the bed posts hitting the wall. “Yes, yes” the voice kept moaning – couldn’t that slut shut the fuck up? Respect some noise pollution laws? Some people were trying to sleep. The tempo increased, the moaning slowly rose in a crescendo to screaming. She cried his name, over and over; she screamed that he was the best, the greatest, that it felt so good, over and over again, in this breathy voice. She had a slight accent – Mexican? Meanwhile, back on Stuart’s side of the wall, there was nothing but a pained silence. Again and again, he was sure that they were almost finished, but it seemed to go on endlessly. “I’m going outside for a minute,” said Stuart, irritated. “I’m coming,” said Jennifer. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” screamed the Mexican chick on the other side of the wall. Stuart winced; Jenny probably did too. “You stay right here! I want to be alone.” Stuart was practically lashing out at Jennifer. If she hadn’t made him feel so inadequate in the first place… oh Christ, who was he kidding? She didn’t deserve that. He grumbled to himself and walked out the door. The sound was still clearly audible outside. Nearly livid, Stuart walked went for a brief walk in the night, making a circuit or two around the apartment building, then, bored and tired, returned to his apartment. They were still at it. “Fuck me up the ass… yeah, fuck me, fuck me.” Yeah, fuck you. He waited a while, furious… they seemed to go on forever, screaming and bumping. And then, at last, silence. “I’m gonna go out and have a smoke” – it was the chick with the accent. “Whatever” – that was Daniel. She opened the door, and Stuart caught himself staring. She was gorgeous: maybe mid-twenties, the ideal of Latin beauty, curly hair cascading around her shoulders, nothing more than a very ill-fitting baby doll shirt and a wisp of panties covering her. Stacked as hell. Exactly the kind of girl that Stuart would want; well, if he didn’t have Jennifer that is. The woman herself was less captivated by Stuart. “What the fuck are you looking at, asshole?” she said, lighting up a cigarette. Even angry, she had a beautiful accent, Stuart though. He averted his eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” At that, Stuart went in and tried to get some sleep, with moderate success. * Jennifer couldn’t stand to see Stuart suffer, especially, not at the hands of that jerk Daniel Gordon, who’d already done so much to hurt him, taken so much away from him. Back in high school, he did so much to make his life a living hell, and now he was going through it all again. And he wouldn’t let her talk to him… no, he was too embarrassed. She wished they could just move away, but the odds of their being able to find another place so close to campus at a price they could afford were astronomically low. She hoped that one night of screaming and moaning and carrying on was an isolated incident. It wasn’t: almost every other night, it seemed, there was another all-night orgasm party next door. The screaming voice didn’t always have that Mexican accent, though. There were repeats, but Daniel got around. He must have had a way with women, Jenny thought. Well, weaker women, desperate women that couldn’t see what an idiot he was. Beautiful, sexy women. She had to admit that. She’d seen a few of them, going in with him at night (Daniel would see her watching and wink; she’d quickly turn away), leaving in the morning… or leaving in the night. Some of them were stunning. Jennifer was pretty herself, she knew. But just pretty. Cute-looking. The girls he had were often knock-outs, playmates, centerfolds. Strippers? Maybe a couple. They had the kinds of bodies she’d always wanted to develop when she was little, but never did. She supposed she was good looking, but… Daniel must have been a smooth talker, as he seemed to have his choice of whatever girl he wanted. Something Stuart never had. No, don’t think that, she told herself. Stuart’s a good guy. But it wasn’t just smooth-talking. Night after night, they kept on coming. Ha, coming, get it? No, that’s not funny. He might be a little more… experienced than Stuart, but he was still a total scumbag. She truly hated him. He was… he was ruining Stu’s life, she thought. He seemed so depressed all the time, so distracted, almost broken. * Stuart hated his job. He’d gotten a part-time job at a tiny electronics store to pick up a little extra money at college. He seemed to be about the only person there that actually knew much of anything about electronics. His manager, Enrique, an arrogant punk with neon yellow hair, got his job out of nepotism, and he was usually stuck on the same shift as Clyde, a sniveling, greasy little dweeb. Clyde seemed to be friends with Enrique, though, which effectively left Stuart on the bottom of the totem pole. But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, of course not – that would be too easy. Stuart needs to suffer more, of course. The universe will not be happy until ol’ Stuey was lying on the ground, broken and beaten… You see, Enrique was a friend of Daniel Gordon’s – Daniel was apparently an avid consumer of electronics equipment, and Enrique would occasionally hook him up with items that had “fallen off the back of the truck”, so to speak, at a discount price. Stuart guessed that Daniel had a lot of “friends” that he mainly kept up with to get something for himself. He didn’t tell Enrique that he was Daniel’s next door neighbor… he didn’t want to discuss the issue one way or the other. He didn’t even want Daniel to know that he worked there… he kept dreading that one day he was going to show up at the store to pick up something from Enrique and he’d have to deal with him. But it never happened – all their deals were done on personal hours. What did happen was actually much worse. Daniel took the conquest of women seriously. He didn’t want to just fuck them, he wanted a record. And so, with the help of some discount electronics he’d pilfered here and there, he set up an elaborate hidden digital camcorder system in his bedroom. One flip of a well-placed switch, never to be noticed by the girl he was with, and he had himself an amateur porno with himself in the starring role… with the co-star being none the wiser. But these movies weren’t just for personal use. They were for bragging rights. Who better to brag to than the electronics dealer that hooked him up with the equipment in the first place? He’d let a movie or two come into the possession of Enrique, here and there. He charged him an exorbitant price for each one, but Enrique evidently bought all he could afford, or matched his trade with electronics. And Enrique would show them to Clyde on the computer in the store, in the early hours just before they opened. And when Stuart showed up early too, as was often the case, he got to see them himself. Goody goody. Utterly Fucked Pt. 01 Daniel was the spawn of Satan himself, yes. No question. He deserved to be rubbed out of existence – tortured, and then rubbed out of existence. But nevertheless… there was no getting around the fact that this was some pretty decent porn. In front of Enrique and Clyde, he pretended to be sickened, but it was hot. Hotter than any sex he’d had himself… The loves of Daniel Gordon were varied and many, he found, even within the confines of the tapes Enrique had managed to afford. Stuart got to see that Mexican chick in action a few times, and not surprisingly, she was quite the shameless firecracker in the sack, though he suspected the breasts were silicon. A lot of the other girls were like that – bimbos. Some were suckers. There was this one chick in particular that caught Stuart’s eye, this really sweet-looking brown-haired mousy girl who was obviously rather shy in bed, even though she was clearly enjoying herself. Apparently she was a bit of the literary or artistic type, if Enrique was to be believed. Daniel was already long through with her by the time Enrique got his hands on that video, and just for laughs, Daniel also gave him a piece of hate mail she’d written him since the “breakup”. Enrique read it aloud to Stu and Clyde while on the monitor she was getting her brains fucked out and screaming Daniel’s name: “‘I loved you once, but I hate myself for loving you. I hate you for making me feel love and taking it away. I hate that you’ve taken away my ability to trust.’ Okay, here’s the good part: ‘I hate that your black soul will never let you feel the hurt that I have.’” Enrique stopped and cracked up. “His black soul? The hurt that she has? Fucking Christ!” Clyde snickered. On-screen, Hate Chick was having another orgasm. How could women be that dumb? How could anybody miss that fact that Daniel was practically a fucking sociopath? Nice guys do really finish last, he mused. * Things were getting worse with Stuart. They fought, they argued; he was irritable and she was depressed. Jennifer desperately wanted them to get better, but Stuart was shutting down and shutting her out. He was having such a hard time keeping up with his with his studies. His grades were slipping. She knew he wasn’t happy at his job… she went with him to work once, but he didn’t want her to come in and meet his coworkers for some reason. It was awful to watch him suffer the way he was. If only he’d open up. She didn’t know how much more she – or Stuart – could stand. Then, one night, after a couple weeks of that kind of hell, they had a fight. They’d been kept up all night, once again, and it may have been the straw the broke the camel’s back – Stu was screaming, Jenny was nearly crying. He left for class and slammed the door, and she was left alone. She took some time to think, to pull herself together, and as soon as she calmed down enough that she was sure she wouldn’t strangle the bastard on the spot (but what would be the loss?) she marched over to Daniel’s apartment and rapped on the door. This was going to stop – she’d see to that. * Hearing a knock, Daniel Gordon opened up to see none other than the girl next door. Literally and figuratively. She had no trashy stride, no extravagant cleavage, no blonde dye job. She was not a porn queen. No, she was cute as a button… so damn cute as a button that any guy who looked at her, he was sure, would want to pin her down and fuck her brains out. Such a great figure, subtly accentuated by those cutoff shorts and loose t-shirt… and that innocent, youngish face, with its tasty brown lips, you just wanted to see it on the end of your cock, looking up at you with those big round dark eyes... Well, all in good time. What the hell was she doing with that loser Stuart, anyway? Pity? Lose a bet? Back in high school he never in a million years would have guessed that she eventually end up with a wuss like Stu. Ah, those were good times. Daniel had fucked her one time back then, took her virginity – still a feather in his cap, and that bit of history seemed to put just the slightest bit of tension in the air between him and Jennifer right at the moment. He wondered if Stu knew he’d had her first? He cracked a smile at the thought. Anyhow, presently, she looked rather ticked off. “What’s up?” he said, flashing a casual smile. * “I’ll tell you what’s up, I…” She was really going to let him have it, she was… and then the situation seemed to sink in. How exactly does one go about telling a neighbor to fuck less loudly? She was at a loss for words. Suddenly she felt almost less pissed off than silly. What exactly did she plan on doing here, anyway? “Um, if you wanna talk, why don’t you come in?” Daniel said. Hmph. Well, she didn’t have any better ideas. Daniel’s apartment was cluttered with – well, with stuff. She couldn’t begin to place all of it: aside from boxes piled up here and there, and some electronics equipment strewn about, there was so much junk that she couldn’t take it all in. It was like walking into somebody’s forgotten basement. There were, here and there, and on a table or two or pinned up on the wall, a lot of photographs… of women, mostly. Looked mostly like shots for portfolios. She recognized a few: Daniel’s lovers. “Admiring my handiwork?” he asked, sarcastically. Jennifer shot him a glare. “So, do you bring them here to take their picture, then use them, or is it the other way around?” Daniel laughed. “Oh, it happens both ways. Actually, a lot of times girls need some photography done for their ‘careers’, but they don’t have any money. So they have to find another way to pay.” “You live like a slob,” she muttered, looking around. “Right. Not quite done unpacking.” He always wore this sort of mischievous, self-assured smile. It would be cute if it weren’t so plainly, well, evil. He looked like he was up to something – in his gray eyes and his stubble and even the shortly-cut black hair. She scanned his body surreptitiously… it was, in a word, sculpted. Daniel probably spent more time admiring it than any girl did. Why did all the really good-looking guys have to be assholes? That’s what Jennifer always thought back in high school. On top of that, he was actually a great deal smarter than one would assume. She did respect intelligence, she had to admit. …oh, hell, best think of something else. “So…” she started the sentence without having decided a clear way to finish it. “What’ve you been doing these past few years?” he interjected. “Still cheerleading?” She hesitated a moment, unsure of how to turn the conversation to, well, the problem and handle it tactfully and not able to tactfully make an exit either. So here she was, stuck making small talk. “Yeah. I’m still cheerleading.” * Apparently, she’d come here with something on her mind. Or, at least, with a pretense of something on her mind. Whether she knew it or not, she came here just to talk to him, to be alone with him again after all these years… Daniel was confident of that. That’s a good starting point. The key to getting laid is to give chicks a decent excuse to do what they really want to do anyway. Do the little dance for their sake – don’t let ‘em see you pulling the strings – then go in for the score. Right now the dance consisted of idle chat. He told her he was looking into becoming a professional photographer after graduation; she told him that she wanted to go into advertising. And the conversation went from there. She was very talkative, very eager to share what was on her mind. He tried to pay attention to at least every third word and nod at the appropriate times. Stu seemed like the taciturn type – Daniel thought he might have been hearing things she’d never told her “boyfriend”. All the better. Her defensiveness was beginning to fade. On and on she went, about school, about her parents, just a very little about Stuart (perfect), a little about cheerleading, and then in passing she mentioned that she had a little crick in her shoulder from an exercising mishap the other day – perfect. That was his in. “I could help you with that. I’ve had some training in massage.” That was a lie. But he could fake it. She glared at him – not the kind of hard glare that she was firing at him before, just a little feigned one. She was softening. “I don’t think so.” “What? It’s not a big deal. It’s totally professional, except that an actual professional will charge and I’m doing this as a favor. You can sit there and suffer or you can feel better right away.” “It’s not that bad…” “It could get worse. Come in, just sit down and let me give you a shoulder rub. It’ll take five minutes.” Like hell it will. * Somewhere, in the back of her mind – in a spot that she was doing her best to ignore – there was a little voice pointing out the fact that this was not going according to plan. She had pictured herself knocking on the door, chewing him out, then heading home triumphant, the problem solved. And yet here she was. How? It just… happened. Anyhow, five more minutes wouldn’t make a difference at this point. Might as well let him finish with the shoulder rub. It felt really good; she didn’t even want to tell him how good. He certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction, and knowing him, he was probably already congratulating himself. He had such big, masculine hands, and knew just the right way to touch her. She could sit here for hours… No. What would Stu think if he saw her here? Get back to what you were supposed to be doing, Jenny. She cleared her throat, paused, cleared her throat again, then said, “I can hear you at night, you know, with… with your friends.” Crap! Not the right choice of words, certainly not the right tone of voice. It sounded almost like a come-on, the way she’d said it. “Izzat right? Well, the walls are so thin here. I’ll try to ask my ‘friends’ to keep their voices down, but if I had to stop altogether, I’d have a lot of disappointed women on my hands.” Something about the especially arrogant tone of his voice set Jennifer off. That feeling that she had when she first knocked on his door, that hate, it was flooding back into her. She quickly pulled away from him and stood up. “Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? You asshole, I should…” “How about this: I make as much noise as I want at night, and you do the same.” He took a step closer to her. He was almost right in her face. “Except I never hear any noise from your side. Why is that?” It felt like her brain was scrambled; she struggled for a comeback, something that would really show him, something devastating that would cut him down to size but… she couldn’t quite find one. She felt frustrated; she was so damn mad the whole room felt hot. She finally opened her mouth, just to call him a jackass and walk out the door, and all of a sudden, he kissed her full on the mouth. And she didn’t fight it. * There. The ice had melted, thought Daniel. Now, it was boiling. After a long, long time, she broke free of him and started to stammer something. He silenced her with another kiss, this one a little gentler, but a little longer. Her tongue intertwined invitingly with his, and he ventured to slide his hand down her back… down to more interesting territory. She didn’t resist. Excellent. Barring an unforeseen disaster, he was in the clear. They made out, not saying a word to one another, for a very pleasantly long time. Daniel’s hands roamed all over her body – and, to his mild surprise, hers wandered across his. It must be nice to be with a guy that worked out for a change, he thought, pulling his shirt off. She started kissing his pecs, then moved down to his abs. The time in the gym was worth it, then. Piece by piece, Jennifer’s clothes fell to the floor as well, until she was down to her conservative floral print panties… and with his hand down the front of them, stretching them out, they weren’t covering much. She was exquisitely shaped, just the way he remembered, but much developed, much improved – subtle perfection, a real work of art. Between that, and her apparent naivety, and the fact that she was with that doofus Stu, Daniel couldn’t think of the last time he’d wanted to fuck a chick this bad. This was going to be great. He was going to make a point of ruining her for every other guy she’d have for the rest of her life. When he finished, he’d have to buy himself a trophy. * Intellectually, on a moral level, Jennifer knew that what she was doing was wrong. She would have to go. She would push Daniel away, put on her clothes, and leave. Any minute now. In the meantime, she was whimpering in rhythm with the motion of Daniel’s fingers inside her, and running her hands across his biceps. She’d never, ever been touched like this – she didn’t know it was possible to be touched like this – he was doing things to her that she’d never even thought of. It was like the shoulder rub, but a thousand times better – his hands and even his mouth knew exactly where to go. He’d learned a lot, these past few years. He suddenly pulled his mouth away from her breasts. No, don’t stop… “Let’s go to my bed.” He led her by hand into his bedroom, kissing her along the way. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took charge, acted like a man, while she played the part of the innocent, wide-eyed object of lust. Somehow, it felt right. It had felt right the first time, long ago… it turned out to be utterly wrong. The fact that she’d let this slimeball take her virginity had eaten her up inside for years. She’d never told Stu it was him – how could she, after all that Daniel had done to him, the way he made him suffer? Just thinking about the fact that she’d believed his sweet talk, that she’d let him become another notch on his belt, something to brag about to his friends, made her absolutely sick. But she wasn’t thinking about any of that now. Her mind was a million miles away from any such thoughts. Right now, she just wanted to know if his cock was as big as she remembered it. After it, seeing Stuart’s dick for the first time had been such a disappointment, even though she could never quite admit it to herself. He gently pushed her backwards onto his bed. “Take off your panties,” he said. She obeyed. * “Dude, you have got to see this,” said Enrique to Stu. He was sitting at the computer; Clyde was there too, and they were both smiling like a couple of raving idiots. Stu had just gotten in, and it was early; the store wouldn’t be open for another hour. Those two only ever got in early for one thing: to play with the computer, which generally meant watching porn, which generally meant watching Daniel nail some chick. “You know that chick you were talking to outside the store the other day?” Enrique continued. “The really hot one?” Stu swelled with not just a little pride. He was talking about Jennifer; she came with him to work a couple days ago and they talked for a couple minutes outside before she left and he went in. Clyde and Enrique were both pretty impressed at the time, but he played it coy, not letting them know who she really was. He wanted to play that card a little later… let ‘em drool, let ‘em go on about how hot she was for a while, without knowing… then let ‘em in on the little secret that she was all his. “Yeah, I know the one.” And he’d continue to play it coy now. Just for a little longer. “Daniel fucked her. And we got the video.” No. That couldn’t be right. He must be talking about someone else after all. Must be. He hurried to the computer monitor to have a look all the same. “Yeah, you know he wants to see it!” Clyde laughed. “I never seen you move that fast before.” He clicked a little button on the screen, and the video started. And it was her. She was stripped down to her panties, lying down on her back on the bed, legs slightly spread, looking off screen. There she was, naked as a jaybird, those morons Clyde and Enrique gawking at the perfection they could never deserve to see. But of course, that wasn’t the worst of it. “Take off your panties.” It was his voice. She raised herself up in the air, daintily pulled them off and tossed them off screen. Stuart felt sick. His mouth dried out within a moment; his stomach was churning. It felt like the whole world had fallen out from underneath him. He wished Enrique and Clyde hadn’t taken the only two chairs; his knees were shaking so badly he could barely stand. Daniel walked onscreen, now completely naked himself. Jennifer spread her legs invitingly. “A little somethin’ for her, to start,” laughed Enrique. Daniel was going down on her. It was something Stuart had thought of, from time to time, but couldn’t quite work up the nerve to do. If he did, he was sure he’d only screw it up anyway – he really had no idea what to do. Whatever Daniel was doing down there, on the other hand, he was doing right: Jennifer’s eyes were shut, her mouth lay slack, she moaned with obvious pleasure as she eagerly raised her pelvis off of the bed… Stuart was genuinely afraid that he was going to throw up. This was the worst, most humiliating thing that could possibly happen to him. “How… how long ago was this video made?” He hoped they couldn’t hear the dryness of his voice. Jennifer’s screaming would probably cover it up. “It was like three weeks ago, I think,” Enrique answered. “That prick Daniel charged me two-hundred bucks for this one, but man, it was fucking worth it.” Three weeks… three weeks that she’d been hiding this. And he’d never suspected, not for a second. Everything he believed in, everything that mattered to him: it meant nothing. “Oh yes, yes…” she moaned. The tempo was increasing; the way she was squirming and writhing, Stuart couldn’t help but feel a little turned on himself – much to his shame. He wished so desperately that he could give her pleasure like that… “She gonna blow!” said Clyde in a funny little singsong voice. And then – it was unmistakable – Stuart saw his girlfriend come for the first time. “Aw, she’s a screamer,” said Enrique. * One of Jennifer’s friends that she’d met in the past few weeks, a friendly cheerleader named Linda, once tried to explain what an orgasm felt like to Jennifer, and although Linda was certainly no poet, Jenny thought she got the idea. Body exploding with pleasure, greatest kind of feeling, yada yada yada. She might have had one herself with Stuart, one time, she thought. Just a little one. She knew better now – there was no way she felt anything like this before with Stuart, not even close. It was like what being electrocuted would feel like if electricity felt good. It was like some kind of Zen enlightenment experience. It was better than she imagined; better than she could’ve imagined. She must have had a huge smile on her face, she realized. And he hadn’t even gotten started yet. He took his mouth off of her. “Are you ready for my cock?” “Yes…” she gasped. He got up and turned his mouth to a kind of sideways smile. “You sure?” “Yes… I’m sure.” She was feeling impatient. “What’s the magic word?” “Please…” “Please what?” “Please put your cock in me…” “That’s better.” He slowly slid it in… inch… by inch… by inch… By inch… by inch… until finally she had the whole thing in her, at long last. And every inch of it felt wonderful. It looked huge before, but it felt even bigger inside of her. He started fucking her, slowly, his muscles rippling as he moved. Jennifer raised her legs up and wrapped them around him, eager to assist the thrusting and increase the tempo. He sped up quickly, and soon it was like fucking some kind of machine – a perfect rhythm without a hint of fatigue on his part. She could feel the pleasure building up and then, again, she was screaming. Utterly Fucked Pt. 01 Gasping for breath, she asked, “Are… are you finished yet?” “Not by a long shot.” He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. * “This is my favorite part, when she gets on top of him,” Enrique cackled. “You can really see them titties bounce.” Stuart wanted to punch him in the face for saying that, to scream at him, you can’t talk about her that way… but he said nothing Meanwhile, in the video, Jennifer was bucking away on top of him. Stuart had never seen anything like the look on her face before, at least not on her face. It was something out of a porno movie, but real. “Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…” “Jesus dude, how come I can’t get a chick like that,” wondered Clyde. “Cause you’re ugly as fuck and you’re dick’s about half as big as his!” “Fuck you, man.” “The question is – why can’t I get a chick like that? Fast forward it to the part where she comes again.” “Yeah, check it out dude, third time’s a charm.” He advanced the video several minutes; now Jennifer was fucking him so fast she was almost thrashing around. The look on her face was completely detached… she was somewhere else entirely, a million miles away from earth and loving every second of it. Finally, she slowed down, panting, and slumped over sideways onto the bed. At last, it was all over. “I guess that’s it,” Stuart croaked. Thank God. He was reeling; he didn’t know how much more he could take. “Naw dude, we got a couple more of her,” said Enrique. “That’s just first in the series. She’s been back to visit Dan a couple times, if you know what I mean. Clyde, open the one where he fucks her in the ass.” “Okey dokey, I think that’s number four…” He double-clicked on a file. Been back to visit a couple times… she didn’t just slip up once, Stuart thought, in a moment of misjudgment. She’d been carrying on a real affair. And if they’d made several videos in just a few weeks, she must not have been showing much restraint. But hell, who could blame her? Stuart could never give her what Daniel could. Right now, Stuart was desperately trying to contain himself emotionally. He was afraid his eyes would start tearing up then and there if he wasn’t careful to hold it together. Meanwhile, Clyde was advancing the movie to “the good part”, as Enrique called it. Jennifer was on all fours, stark naked, facing the place where the camera was hidden, eyes closed tight, breasts swaying in the air as Daniel screwed her from behind. She looked so degraded… but so gorgeous. Stuart noticed his own erection and felt humiliated all over again. * The other day, right after Jennifer did it with Daniel for the first time – well, the first time in years, anyway – it had been like waking up from a dream. Suddenly, what she’d done sank into her, the guilt started gnawing away like a rabid weasel, and she threw on her clothes, went home, and took a long, thorough shower while she hoped to hell none of their neighbors heard them fucking. And she knew right then and there that she’d never, ever do anything like that again. But she did. She couldn’t stop thinking about him; the awkward pauses when they passed each other were a thousand times more awkward – for her, at least – especially when Stuart was around. Or maybe… especially when he wasn’t around. It was one such time, when Stuart wasn’t around, after all, that somehow or another – she couldn’t even remember how the conversation went – that she ended up talking to Daniel again, just having a little strained and awkward chitchat outside his room in the afternoon while Stuart was at work, without any references to that day, just to prove to herself how harmless he was, how well she could control herself. But somehow, like magic, she ended up in bed with him again after just ten minutes of chatter. And once again… the sex was great. And that wasn’t the last time. And the time after that wasn’t the last time. And now, here she was, taking it up the ass from him, and she couldn’t explain how or why or even what the hell she was thinking coming in here. Yesterday she would’ve sworn she’d never have anal sex with anyone, ever. It hurt… he was huge after all, and it was a bit of a tight fit even taking his cock in the traditional spot. But it didn’t hurt quite as much as she thought it would (how the hell did he talk her into this? She tried to retrace the conversation mentally, to no avail). Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the fact that it was turning her on. It’s not something that had occurred to her before, but there really was something to being treated like a piece of meat. She’d had it with being a good student – she knew she was a good student. She’d had it with being cute and pretty – she knew she was cute and pretty. She’d even had it with Stuart thinking she was the hottest thing on earth – of course she was the hottest thing on earth to him, but let’s be frank, he didn’t really have a lot of choices, now did he? But having a guy like Daniel, who could have any girl he wanted and frequently did, want to fuck her up the ass until she cried for mercy, using her body for his gratification… that was a real compliment. It made her feel like a real object of desire, and not just some loser’s reward for his suffering. Suddenly he started to have pangs of guilt for the things she had just been thinking about poor Stuart… Christ… she had to go. After this time, she wasn’t going to come back. But already, she knew she would. * “How come I never could talk a girl into taking it in the third input?” said Clyde. “Cause you’re a fuckin’ dumbass, that’s why,” answered Enrique. Stuart was breaking into a cold sweat. It felt like the room was swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… he choked back some bile. “I… need to go. I’m not feeling well today,” Stuart mumbled as he shuffled away. “Aw, come on dude, stay and watch a couple more videos at least!” Enrique said. “At least watch the one where he jerks off on her face.” “That one’s fuckin’ awesome,” said Clyde. Stuart couldn’t take any more of it. He had to get out of there. He had to leave immediately. He drove around for hours, thinking of how he’d confront Jennifer, how he’d confront Daniel. He knew he couldn’t do either. He got in yet another fight with Jennifer when he got home that night… he didn’t tell her what the argument was really about. He’d been humiliated enough; he couldn’t go through everything all over again and hear explanations. He knew the truth was that he just wasn’t good enough for her, whether she would admit it or not. The fight they had was the worst one yet. He threw her out – or did she leave him? – they were both screaming and everything happened so fast. As he stood in front of the apartment, watching her drive away in a cab, he heard a voice… the last voice he wanted to hear. “Having a little spat with your lady friend?” Daniel said, leaning in the doorway of his apartment. Stuart wanted to punch him in the face so bad, but he knew he wouldn’t last five seconds in a real fight against Daniel. Instead, he went back in without a word and shut the door. He still couldn’t get the images on that computer out of his mind. They were horrific, humiliating… but they were a lot of other things as well. Jerking off that night was the best “sex” of Stuart’s life.