144 comments/ 180769 views/ 114 favorites Chrissie By: Chrissie Elaine laughed as I wheeled out my cart of cleaning and detailing supplies and equipment. She grabbed the Armor all leather cleaner and a microfiber towel and got ready to start on her side of the interior. I love a woman who knows how to wash a car I thought. "Hey unlock my side," she said. "Chrissie," I snapped under my breath. I knew this was an important step. The door lock on the passenger side slowly slid up and the window went down. Elaine looked at me smiling. "I noticed you have an automatic starter, but is it voice controlled?" she asked. "Uhm, something like that," I said. She leaned the front seat forward and began to very gently clean the leather in the back seat on her side as I did the same on mine. We used regular Armor all for the surfaces in the back that weren't leather and vacuumed the carpet. As Elaine got out of the back and got ready to start in the front, the passenger seat snapped back into place. She smiled and gently patted the side of the car. I had a horrifying flashback of that same seat snapping back into place and nearly crushing a woman I had dated about 2 years ago. She'd had to be hospitalized and was still seeing a chiropractor today. I won't bore you with what goes into washing my car, but two hours later we were just getting done. Nothing had happened that was terrible so I was beginning to relax a bit. We went into the house and kissed for a bit before Elaine broke away from me and said, "Stop teasing me. We'll never make it to dinner at this rate and you're already trying to get your desert." She kissed me one more time and went into the bathroom to change. "We're taking your car to the restaurant," she yelled through the door. "I'm driving," she threw in afterwards. A sudden shock froze me in place. Elaine was still alive and hadn't been hurt, but exactly how much would Chrissie allow? "Uhm, she's kind of tricky to handle," I said. "Relax daddy, I won't hurt your baby," she said as she stepped out of the bathroom. I wasn't actually worried about her hurting Chrissie, I was kind of worried about the opposite happening. But Elaine looked so good stepping out of that bathroom in her little black dress that I just couldn't say no to her. "I'll be as gentle as if she were my own. Besides we get along great already. I feel like we're old friends." She was smiling at me as she said it, and I just looked into a nearby drawer and gave her the car keys. We locked the house and walked hand in hand to the car. I walked around to the driver's side and the locks popped open. "Hey, I have the keys, how'd you do that?" asked Elaine puzzled. "Is it some kind of proximity sensor?" "Uhm yeah, something like that," I said. I held the door open for her and she sat down in the driver's seat and snuggled into the butter soft leather. "Holy shit, it feels like this seat is molding itself to my back," she said excitedly. "It feels really good, really comfortable. It feels almost like I'm wearing the car instead of sitting in it." "Yeah good seats are like that," I said. She turned the key and nothing happened."Do you have a short in the ignition system," she asked. "Chrissie," I said. "Come on." "Don't scold her," said Elaine. "Maybe I didn't turn the key right. Let me try it again. She simply reached for the key and the powerful v8 started and came to life. The whole car was vibrating from the force. Elaine just smiled, leaned over to me and kissed me again. "I love that sound," she said. I was in heaven. I love Elaine, and it seems as though Chrissie had accepted her. That in its own, was a miracle. Chrissie had never even tolerated anyone before, let alone accepting them. We had a nice dinner and were driving back home when a near tragedy struck. Elaine looked over at me, and our eyes met. I guess we were lost in the moment and she took her eyes off the road for just an instant, and before it even registered, we were in trouble. Everything started to move in slow motion. There was no way for us to avoid hitting the semi, and Elaine appeared to be frozen at the wheel. The semi driver had slammed on his brakes since he saw us before we saw him, but it was going to be too late. Suddenly the wheel wrenched right and my car turned so sharply she almost went onto two wheels. We missed the truck by millimeters, and no one was hurt. We stopped on the shoulder of the road and watched as traffic continued. Both of our hearts were beating way too fast for the next few minutes. The only sound was the big V8 throbbing in the background. Elaine's eyes were as big as saucers. "We should be dead," she said. "And it'd be my fault. I took my eyes off the road." "But we're not," I said. "It wasn't even an accident. No one got hurt. No harm, No foul. You're a great driver, you pulled us out of that, and saved us all." "That's just it Tim," she said looking at me strangely. "I didn't do shit. I froze. The wheel just turned on its own. If it was up to my driving skills, we'd all be scattered all over the road and wearing toe tags. It was really weird, like the car..." She looked at my face as if she was waiting for me to say something, to let something slide, but all she heard was the thrumming of the big V8. She put the car back into gear and drove us home. The rest of the way she didn't talk, or hold my hand or try to kiss me at all. She drove into the garage when we reached my house and got out and patted my car on the hood. Then thinking better of it she kissed her on the hood and said, "Goodnight, and thanks." I closed the garage door and we went into the house. I could tell something was different. I chalked it up to the near accident. I pulled off my jacket and tie and sat down on the couch next to her. I just knew in my heart that there wasn't going to be any fucking done that night. "Would you like a glass of wine, or a beer?" I suggested. "How about telling me the truth?" she said. "I always tell you the truth," I said. "I've never lied to you about anything." "There's a big fucking difference, between not lying and telling the truth," she told me. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was on to something. "All day I've been wondering why the hell you named your car after that ditzy blonde on Three's company, but that's wrong isn't it? Chrissie isn't named after Suzanne Somers at all, is she? That car isn't voice controlled is it?" she asked staring straight at me. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "Chrissie is short for Christine, as in the Stephen King book, Christine, isn't it?" I nodded my head. Elaine grabbed my arm and wrapped it around herself. I could feel goose bumps on her skin, and she was chilled far more than just from the cool evening breeze. I got a blanket from the closet and we snuggled up together on my couch. "I'm going to tell you the whole story," I said. "Five years ago I was married. I thought as most people do that I had a good marriage. Shanna and I had been together for about 8 years. We both had great jobs and were pretty happy. We didn't have any kids, but that had been a blessing. We'd met in college and I just couldn't figure us out. We didn't fit. I was a nerd, plain and simple. She was a cheerleader and the prettiest girl on campus. She had so many guys chasing after her, that you needed an appointment just to ask her out and be turned down. It was a total fluke that we even met. To say that she was out of my league would be a gross understatement. If my league blew up, none of the pieces would ever reach her. She was the quintessential All American beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, enormous chest, long legs, the whole nine yards, plus. Her room mate Sarah, was in my Honors English class and we were working on a report together. Sarah also did most of Shanna's English and History homework. Shanna had other people to do other things for her, so none of that tedious studying could get in the way of her social life. Anyway Sarah and I were working on our English assignments when Shanna came in fresh from a date to the beach with some guy or another. She dropped her cover-up as soon as she got into the dorm room, and started taking off her clothes before she even noticed that I was there. Looking back on it, maybe she did know that I was there, she really loved showing off her body. Her breasts were huge, not in that freakish Porn-star fake way, but big enough that they just looked out of place on her small frame. It was nearly impossible to look anywhere else. "Ooh sorry," she said, covering them up, while she looked directly at me. "I didn't expect Sarah to have company. She never brings anyone home." I just turned away from her and went back to studying with Sarah. The mood in the room had changed somehow though. Sarah spent a lot of time looking at me, as if she was trying to determine whether I still saw her in the same way, now that I'd seen the school's princess nearly nude. A few days later, I got a call from Shanna. Her laptop wouldn't boot, and since she'd heard from Sarah that I was a Computer Science Major, she hoped that I could help her out. I told her that she'd probably be better off taking her computer to the store she'd bought it from, or taking it over to the computer science lab on campus. Then I politely told her that I had studying to get back to and hung up the phone. The next day Sarah came over to my apartment with a big batch of cookies she'd made. I didn't understand how or why but all of a sudden, in her eyes I was special. I think it had something to do with the fact that I was the first person she'd ever seen, who had refused Shanna anything. In reality, I was more than a little bit intimidated by Shanna, but more than that, I just didn't see any possibility that she'd ever notice someone like me. Kind of like those guys who are into sports cars that dream of a Ferrari or a Porsche. They know that they'll never be able to afford one, so they buy a cheap Japanese import and add every possible after-market part to it that they can. They make the car into the fastest loudest Toyota Celica ever made, but deep down inside they know it's just not a Ferrari. The more practical guys just lower their expectations. I knew that I'd never have a shot with Shanna, so Sarah was fine with me. Sarah really was quite pretty, she was shy, she was slim; she had nice legs and a nice smile. But to be honest there were hundreds of girls just like her all over campus. There was however, only one Shanna. Eventually Sarah and I became an item, and we started having sex. We even used their dorm room on occasion, and that was where the problems started. Sarah and I, like most bright young people, were kind of experimental when it came to sex and other things. If we heard about something, we tried it. If one of us liked it we added it to our repertoire. Sarah and Shanna being room-mates confided in each other about things, and I guess our sex life was one of them. Shanna was fucking nearly half of the school, that first year. Poor Sarah had only me. Sarah was pretty vocal when it came to sex, and one afternoon we came out of her room to see Shanna sitting on the couch when we came out. I noticed that she was looking at me in a really funny way but I didn't think much about it. The next day, I was leaving one of my classes and noticed Shanna, talking to a bunch of guys as usual across the hall. When I walked past she left her group and caught up to me. "Hi, Tim," she said smiling. "Hello," I replied. "Tim, what's wrong with me?" she asked. I really didn't understand the question. I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, so I didn't say anything. "Why don't you like me?" she asked. "You've never asked me out, and you don't even speak to me, other than hi and goodbye, when you come over to fuck my friend. So what's wrong with me?" "Shanna there's nothing wrong with you. We just don't know each other. We travel in different circles. You're extremely popular and you've got tons of guys all tripping over their dicks trying to get a date with you. The Football team and the Basketball team; all of the start athletes and the rich guys, what chance would someone like me ever have, with someone like you." I said. "A lot more of a chance than you think," she started. "All of the guys you talked about have one thing in common. They all have one aspect of their personality, or some skill, that gives them confidence. It boosts their ego up to the point where they have the guts to go after anything. So guys like that, think that they deserve me. Or they want to be seen with me. I become just another accomplishment, or just another trophy. The guy I've been going out with for the past three weeks Butch Simpson, he's the quarterback on our football team. We've been going out for three weeks, now. I've sucked his dick until it was dry, and done all kinds of things with him, that I'm afraid to admit, and I just found out today that he doesn't even know what my last name is. He's also screwing two other girls besides me. I don't matter to him at all. I'm a notch on his bedpost. When I look at you and Sarah, I'm jealous sometimes. And sometimes when I hear you guys in the room, I'm very jealous because no one has ever done anything to me to make me scream like you make her. I've talked to her about it, and I just wondered why you picked her. Think about it sometime." Shanna walked away and left me standing there with my mouth open. I was really flattered, but I didn't take it serious. A few days later Sarah was crossing the campus one night after an evening class and got run down by a speeder who never ever slowed down. Her hip was shattered and both of her legs were broken badly. There was also damage to some of her internal organs. She was taken to a hospital and immediately after her surgery transferred to a hospital back in her home state. I'd been waiting to the porch in her building for her, studying in that big porch swing that they have when her house mother came out to give me the news. I freaked out and cried like a baby. Mrs. Dawson, their house mother drove me over to the hospital and I waited there for most of the night but they wouldn't let me see her. She hadn't regained consciousness anyway. My life took a drastic change from its path that day. I barely made it to most of my classes. And the rest of the time I walked around in a fog. Sarah and I like most young people in love, thought that we were invincible and gave absolutely no thought to what could possibly happen. Not only did her parents not know that we were in love, they had no idea that I even existed. I tried to see them and introduce myself before they took her away, but in their own grief and misery, they had no time for me. Like them I had to go through my grief alone. Surprisingly, Shanna visited me several times and tried to make me feel better. She often brought me food and forced me to eat. A couple of times she took me out for walks and let me talk about Sarah. She never spoke; she just listened as I poured my heart out over another woman. When we returned to school after the Christmas break, there was no word about Sarah and consumed with my own education, I just stopped asking after a while. Shanna and I moved into the friendship stage, I assumed she was just checking on me out of loyalty to Sarah somehow. One night she just showed up at my dorm while I was trying to study, and dragged me away to a movie. Almost every person in the theater was wondering the same thing I was. What the hell was Shanna Burnett doing with that nerd? Most of them didn't even know my name. During the evening several of her ex friends or ex dates came over to talk to her, ignoring me in the process as if I wasn't there. I of course said nothing and finally when one of them sat down with us and started trying to hold her hand, excused myself and left. A couple of hours later someone was knocking on my door. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep hoping she'd just go away. The next thing I knew she was standing in my room glowering at me, with her fists balled up. My room mate had let her in. "Dude, do you even now who this is? It's Shanna," he said as if it explained everything. I don't think he knew what her last name was either. "Why the hell did you just leave?" she yelled. She appeared to be on the verge of tears, which really confused me. "Shanna you had three or four guys hanging around you, and more coming every minute. You had all of the attention you could handle. You didn't need me getting in the way." I said. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, and I'll tell everyone who asks that there's a different side of Shanna. I'll tell them how caring and concerned you were, and how you were there for me while I tried to get over what happened with Sarah. But really you've done far more than could be expected of a room-mate." I looked at my room-mate as I said this. He just took up a shit eating grin, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dude she's Shanna." He also showed no sign that he was leaving so we could talk in private. He just seemed to be staring at her from every angle possible. "Earth to Tim," said Shanna heatedly. "Get your head out of your ass. Have you ever heard anyone talk about me and Mother Teresa in the same paragraph let alone the same sentence?" she looked at me as if I was one of the slow kids. "Tim, I'm sorry as hell for what happened to Sarah. I had to find two other people to do my English and History homework. But that's not why I've been hanging around you." "Shanna, I don't do other people's homework," I said. "Tim, have I ever asked you to do my homework?" she snapped. Then she turned towards my room-mate and caught him with his head tilted staring open mouthed at her ass. "Hey Doofus," she snapped at him. "Since you're still here, have you ever heard of me asking any guy to go out with me? Have you ever heard of me practically begging any guy to do anything with me?" He shook his head, but never stopped staring at her. As she turned back towards me her breasts jiggled and I think he rubbed the region of his pants covering his dick. If this conversation didn't end soon he'd probably end up in full scale masturbation, right in front of us. "Tim, I asked you to go to the movie with me tonight. But not because I'm trying to help you get over Sarah. I asked you because I wanted us to spend some time together. I just wanted it to be you and me, not you, me and Sarah's ghostly presence." I thought about it, but the idea just seemed unreal. She had to have some kind of agenda or ulterior motive that I couldn't see. "Well, there wouldn't have been room for Sarah's ghost anyway, with all of the guys that showed up," I said. "And it's been 2 hours since I left, so you really couldn't have been that worried about me leaving." I also noticed that she wasn't wearing the same clothes that she'd had on when we first went to the movies. "Tim, you can't blame me because those guys showed up. Some of them are friends, and some of them I didn't even know, but you were the one that I was there with. I tried telling some of them that and then the movie started, and I got so into watching it, and when the movie ended, I looked over to ask you how you liked it, and you weren't you. So I came over here to tell you off for leaving me. But I really just want to know why you don't like me?" she seemed upset. As if there was simply no logical explanation for someone, especially a guy not to be enthralled with her. "Shanna, what was the name of the movie we went to see?" I asked her. She just got a blank expression on her face. "It was, Lord of the Rings," I said. "It's part of a trilogy," I continued. "Tonight, was the first episode, the Fellowship of the Ring, the movie is three hours long and hadn't started when I left a little over two hours ago. That means the movie that you looked over to ask me how much I liked it, is still going on right now. But you've had time to not only come over here but to change your clothes and from your smell, at least take a shower. I don't know what you want from me, but you should find another sucker." I grabbed one of my books off the table and left the dorm, still in the sweat-pants and T shirt I usually slept in. I didn't even take the time to put socks and shoes on. I slipped downstairs into the furnace room of the building and started reading next week's assigned chapter. Chrissie When I finally went back to my dorm, my dickhead of a room-mate was waiting for me. "Dude, why were you so rude to Shanna?" he asked incredulously. "She said to tell you, that you're not getting away from her that easily." A couple of days later I was in the library and Emma Bailey, a classmate of mine came over and sat down at my table. She smiled shyly at me and looked at her book. As we sat there she kept stealing glances at me, so finally I just asked her what was going on. "I was just curious," she said. "You just don't seem like the type." "Like the type for what?" I asked. "Didn't you date Shanna Baker the other night?" I nodded my head. "Well that was also the night she had her infamous gangbang with 4 or 5 guys so I was just wondering what the whole group sex thing was about, and how it felt. I have so many questions I'd love to ask you about it. I mean I'm sure the woman feels pretty good about it, and that seems to be Shanna's M. O. anyway, being the center of attention, and one guy is probably not enough for her anyway. But from the guy's perspective, were you just trying to get off at any cost, or didn't it feel weird to you having your dick so close to so many other guys. I've often wondered, are the guys who do those things slightly gay? I mean when you do the whole double penetration thing your dick is practically rubbing some other guy's junk, you have to feel it. So are you actually getting off on the girl or on the other guys? And what about the girl involved? She has to be the biggest skank imaginable. Either that or her pussy is just so desensitized that she needs to go to retarded levels of sensation just to feel something. It's really pathetic how much attention some people need. You just don't seem like the type. And what would Sarah think? She looked at me as if she was truly expecting an answer. Before I could say anything her expression changed. She went pale all of a sudden, and then started gathering her belongings and rushed off leaving her notebook. I wondered why she'd rushed off like that, and then I heard the clicking of expensive high heels getting closer and Shanna sat down across from me. I quickly gathered my belongings and got ready to leave as well. "I can't believe that fat bitch had the nerve to talk to my boyfriend, in a public library where everyone could see her," said Shanna. "I hope she enjoys the choices she's left herself." "What are you talking about Shanna?" I asked. "Well she's limited herself to either one of the two Ls now. She can choose Loneliness or Lesbianism, because no guy on this campus will date her. I put the word out that I simply will not date any guy, who has dated any girl, who's tried to date you. So she's either going to have to hole up in her room with a vibrator, or get into the whole girl on girl action thing. It serves her right, Tim. Everyone knows you're mine." I got up from the table and walked away. The next morning bright and early I showed up for my history class. Professor Martin rearranged the seats of a few of the students and we got into the lecture. I was sure he'd changed the seating plan because he suspected a few people of cheating. One of them was the guy who used to sit behind me. The seat behind me was now empty and the girl who sat next to me was replaced with a guy from India. About twenty minutes into the lecture the door opened and Shanna stepped into the room. She didn't even have any fucking books, or a notebook. She just walked in and sat down behind me. The professor didn't say a word. He paused for a second and then just kept lecturing. He was normally a stickler for classroom policies and protocols. There was no talking allowed in his class unless it was part of a group discussion or assignment. Somehow Shanna blowing on the back of my neck, and resting her fingers on my shoulder escaped his notice even though I was in the first row directly in front of him. Shanna left class about 10 minutes before it ended, and again the professor didn't bat a fucking eyelash. I gathered my books and left with the other students when he released us, wondering what was going on. I should have known that she'd be waiting outside for me. "Hi Tim, how about lunch?" she asked. "Didn't you already take this class?" I asked. "Yep, Sarah did my homework. I've still got her notes if you need them. I got an A." she said. Pure curiosity made me ask her, "How did you pass the tests?" "I just turned them in blank," she said. "Professor Martin will do anything I ask, and all I have to do is rub these big old titties on him. Tim you may as well face it. You can't get away from me unless you change schools. And we're too far into the semester for that to be practical. I know that our first date didn't turn out well, but I'd like a chance to explain some things to you. Let me come over to your dorm tonight and we'll talk. After that if you'd like I won't come to your history class or any of your classes unless you want me to." "So if I listen to you tonight, you promise that you'll leave me alone?" I asked. "Tim, I never said that. I just said I wouldn't come to any of your classes," she smiled. "I'm never going to leave you alone." That night Shanna came over and we went out and got a pizza and brought it back to my dorm. Every guy in my building was in awe as we headed for my room. I watched Shanna, and noticed that she loved the attention. Her hips seemed to sway just a little bit more. She bent just a little bit lower and exposed just a bit more cleavage, in response to the stares. It was as if she was giving a performance. When we were alone in my room she seemed much more down to earth. I began to wonder, which version was the real Shanna. "Tim, all I want is for you to give us a try. If it doesn't work, I'll leave you alone," she said. "Shanna, every guy that we run into would give their left nut to give it a try with you. I'm not big and athletic. I'm not rich and good looking. Why can't you just find someone else?" I asked. "I could," she said. "But I want you Tim. From the first time I saw you, I wanted you. Even back when you were going out with Sarah, I wanted you. So Now that Sarah isn't in the picture anymore, it's time for us." "Can a have a few days to think it over?" I asked. "I mean if you've been waiting this long a couple of days won't make much difference, right?" The next day I spoke to my friend Mark who was getting ready to graduate with an advanced degree in Psychology. "That Hoe is crazy," Mark told me. "Speaking purely as a Medical professional, the bitch is two sandwiches short of a picnic. The one thing you have going for you is time. Just play along with her do whatever she wants, in a couple of weeks she'll get tired of you and dump you. It's her pattern; she only stays with a guy for a week or two. Then she's off to the next one. Use it to your advantage, get all of the freebies and perks you can around campus because everyone around here either wants to fuck her, or wants to fuck her again. Even the women want to be on good terms with her," he said. "But how do you know all of this?" I asked him, thinking he was going to say that she was like some case study he'd researched or she was the perfect archetype of a narcissist. "I fucked her," he said. "I only lasted about a day before she threw me over for some football player, but it was a great day. Those tits are incredible. Enjoy them while you can." "But why can't she just cross me off the list and move on?" I whined. "Because dickhead," he said sharply. "You're the one that got away, you're Moby Dick. It's like Shanna is a rare car collector, she has every type of Mustang there is, except for an Eleanor and you're an Eleanor. You're the only guy on this whole campus who's ever said no to her. Remember back when she flashed those tits at you and you just turned away, and went back to studying with boring old Sarah. Then she calls you and tells you to come fix her computer, and you not only said no, but you started dating Sarah. Then you started fucking Sarah, in Shanna's own dorm. She has to add you to her collection. But once she gets you, you'll be just like every other guy. And since we've already brought up Eleanor Mustangs, you'll be gone in 60 seconds. Trust me the sooner you give in, the sooner it ends." So I started dating Shanna. Within a day it was all over the campus. Girls who never looked at me twice were now staring at me trying to see what Shanna wanted me for. Guys were trying to become my friend, or staring at me like, they just knew they were stronger or faster or just better than me. And Shanna changed totally. Almost overnight she literally became the perfect girlfriend. She came over constantly and brought me food, and straightened up my room. When we went out, no other guys came within 10 feet of us. She always waited until after I was done studying to start trying to make out with me. The first time we had sex was strange for me. Shanna wasn't very good in bed at all. She was nowhere near as good as Sarah was in fact. Shanna had gotten over on the fact that she had a truly incredible body and every guy she ran into wanted to use it. Our first round found me slightly disappointed that the campus sex goddess just laid there like a beautiful rock. The second time around though I pulled out some of my tricks. My intention was to get her more into it. So I slowed things down and just started to massage and caress her. I purposefully avoided those amazing tits and just rubbed her back and legs. After a few moments her breathing got deeper and I knew I was on the right track. I licked her breasts and noticed that she relaxed which wasn't what I wanted so I went below. I started to blow gently around her outer lips and got the reaction I was looking for. Her breathing deepened again and she started to moan a bit. I licked her inner lips and she became even more audible, and her legs started moving. I very gently licked the area around her clit, and Shanna grabbed my head and started hunching her pelvis into my face. To be so tiny she was pretty damned strong. I could tell she was getting close so I pulled myself out of her grasp and slowly pushed my erection into her now sopping wet pussy. She was so close that she became desperate for any stimulation that might send her over the top. I started to lean forward and ride her high, so that at each stroke the top of my dick hit her clit. After about 10 good strokes Shanna started screaming, and grabbing my ass to pull me further inside her. "Shanna I'm going to cum," I hissed. "I need to pull out. "No baby don't stop, let it go," she hissed back. What I didn't realize at the time was that Shanna had fucked probably 50 or 60 guys, but this had been her first orgasm that didn't come from her hands or a vibrator. I also didn't realize it but I was working against myself. Remember my goal was to just play along with her until she dumped me and I could go back to my regular routine. For the first few weeks I'd been pretending that I really wanted to be with her but I hadn't had sex with her. I did all kinds of things for her. I bought her cards and surprised her with little things all the time. I guess I did it at first because that was the way I was. She'd seen me do things like that with Sarah and I needed for her to think that I was feeling the same way about her that I had about Sarah. The problem was that no one had ever treated her like that before. All of the jocks and rich guys she usually dated got dates with her because of their looks, their reputation, or their athletic skills. Once they started to date her their ego usually took over and they treated her like a possession or a trophy. Shanna had started to really love the way I treated her before we had sex. Once we started having sex, she was hooked. Though I didn't know it I had a better chance of becoming an opera singer than I did of getting rid of Shanna. At first I'd started telling guys when Shanna and I would be going out. So they could show up and I could leave like I had the first time. I was sure that Shanna was still fucking around on me, and I encouraged it though not overtly. If Shanna said she was going out with a group of her "girlfriends" I was fine with it. I just told her to have a good time and hoped that one of her "girlfriends" had a huge dick and would steal her away from me. After only a few days though, I noticed that the outings with the "girlfriends" started to die down. Then whenever she came back from a trip with the "girls" she still came over to have sex with me. Then the girlfriend visits simply stopped. Shanna practically moved in with me, and a bunch of guys including Butch were looking like they wanted to kick my ass. Finally I went to Mark for help again. "Mark it's been over a month and she hasn't dumped me yet. What the hell is going on?" I asked. "You dumbass," he laughed. "You really need to realize that college is about more than just studying and going to class. You really don't know do you?" "Know what?" I asked again. "Shanna is really in love with you. She goes all over school telling everyone that she loves you and you're hers forever. Hasn't she told you that?" "Well yeah," I said puzzled. "But doesn't everyone say that about the person they're with?" "Dude Shanna has never said anything like that about anyone. I told you she's kind of a whore, but she's even stopped fucking other guys. Which is why there are at least 5 guys I know of who want to kick your ass for taking those titties away from them," he said. "I really don't see your problem here. The most amazingly beautiful woman either of us has ever seen is crazy about you. Everyone should have problems like that." He saw that I was still confused, and shook his head. "What's the worst thing that could happen to you? A few weeks from now she comes to her senses and dumps you. That's what you wanted from the beginning isn't it? But for now you can enjoy the feeling of having the hottest chick you know at your beck and call." And that's how it went. For our last year in college we were inseparable. Shanna still flirted with a few of her professors to get her grades, but except for a little rubbing and teasing she never cheated on me. She even went so far as to warn me about the teachers she was teasing so I wouldn't get the wrong idea. 5 months before we graduated, or I graduated because Shanna still didn't know what she wanted to do, she started talking about our life together after school was over. She started out slowly and gradually ramped up. "I think we should start looking for apartments, before the summer starts," she said. "We don't want to have to compete with all the other people who get out of school and have to find a place to stay and a job at the same time. We'd end up paying more for a smaller place than if we lock it in now." I didn't say anything at first, because I was still controlling the way I felt about her. I couldn't let myself get too wrapped up in her because I was still expecting her to dump me at any moment. Then we had our first argument. Shanna wanted to go home with me and meet my parents, and I put my foot down. I just told her flat out that I didn't think it was a good idea. She started crying and left my dorm for the first time in weeks. Her dorm mate had her boyfriend staying over because Shanna hadn't been there for so long. All the guys who hated me before were now smiling at me. But on the other hand everyone else was talking about what a dick I was. I was sure that Shanna would start fucking around on me and that we were history. Surprisingly enough she didn't. She skipped her classes and stayed in her dorm crying. Even more surprising was the fact that I couldn't sleep either. God Dammit I missed her. I had to admit finally that I had feelings for her too. Love can be pretty fucking sneaky at times. The next day I was coming out of the computer science building after a lecture, and there she was. She had dark circles under her eyes and just looked miserable. When she saw me she took off, headed away from me as fast as she could. I ran after her and grabbed her arm. "Shanna, you don't have any classes in this building. Why are you here?" I asked her softly. "I just thought that if I got to look at you just one more time I'd feel better," she cried. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her as hard as I could. I even grabbed two big handfuls of that ass and just pulled her into me. She kissed me and then her head just leaned back and I started licking her neck. She pushed herself even further into me and started moaning. She pushed me so hard my back was against a wall and she lifted one of her legs as far as her skirt would allow. "Day-um," somebody shouted behind us. I looked around and noticed that everyone close to us was staring at us because we were dry humping each other in the middle of the courtyard. Shanna's nipples were as big as pencil erasers and just as stiff. "Any time, anywhere, I'm yours," she said. Needless to say my parents loved her, especially my dad of course. My mom took longer to come around, but she eventually fell under Shanna's spell as well. We got married before I graduated. We went through the same normal adjustment period that most young couples went through. There were a few differences of course. Normal couples don't have the problem of people just staring open mouthed at the wife whenever they go to a movie or a restaurant but we dealt with it. I'd gotten a great job almost immediately after graduation, and Shanna after a few years of sitting at home took a job in customer service for a restaurant chain. She was great at it. Whenever an irate customer came to see her, he usually took one look at her and forgot about why the service or the food had bothered him in the first place. About 4 years into our marriage we started trying to get pregnant. Our sex life had always been vigorous, but we started screwing with a purpose. But it just didn't seem to work. We finally started making the rounds to different doctors and discovered that Shanna would never be able to have kids. That news did something to her and she seemed to change over night. She started dressing a lot more revealingly. It was almost like the college days. She seemed to be going out of her way to attract attention again. When I asked her about it, she was evasive and started crying. I knew that it was some kind of emotional break down cause by the discovery of her sterility but I really didn't know how to help her. I saw a therapist for advice on how to handle it. He told me that it was probably as I'd suspected just Shanna's way of trying to feel more attractive, and that she could still turn men on. This was brought about because a woman's role and part of her sexual identity is the fact that bearing children is a major part of a woman's biological function. Shanna discovering that she couldn't fulfill this function, made her feel somehow less than other women, so she needed to prove that she was at least as attractive on the outside to somehow make up for being less biologically viable. It really made no sense to me, but I didn't want to say anything to her about it, because by that time I loved her so much, that I'd have done anything for her. Then came the moment that I'd originally spent all of my time hoping would happen, but had grown to dread. About a year after discovering that she couldn't have kids, I caught Shanna in the act. Some guy she'd known in college was fucking her on our couch as I walked into the house. In the typical cliché, I'd come home early and found them. I watched for a minute or two, and was puzzled. Shanna was just lying there while some guy humped her. He had the biggest smile on his face, but she could have been watching a rerun of an old TV show. Chrissie "Oh baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to pull out?" "It doesn't matter," she said listlessly. "Just hurry up Okay." "Oh yeah it matters," he said. "Your little bitch of a husband wouldn't be too happy if I knocked you up." "Get off me, you asshole," shrieked Shanna. "Tim is far more of a man than you'll ever be. I don't know why I'm even doing this with you. You can't even make me cum. Get out of my house, and never come back." Then she just started crying while he got his clothes and ran out of the house. He couldn't get his truck out of the driveway without hitting my car so he drove over my grass, and left ruts in it, but the lawn was the least of my problems. I sat down next to her and she looked up at me with tears still running down her cheeks. "Oh no," she screamed, as she realized that I'd been there for a while. "I'm just going to pack a few things, and be out of your way," I said. I guess I was hurting far more than I'd expected to be. I never really thought I'd ever truly love her but I did. I'd always thought that I was just hanging onto her because I really had no other options. I mean who else beside her would ever really want me. She was far better looking than any other woman I'd been close to. And she seemed to genuinely care for me. But it was time for me to leave and end this farce once and for all. I left, and spent the night in a cheap motel that to this day I don't remember. All I remember was that it had walls and a small bed and it cost me 49.95 for the night. Shanna was waiting for me outside of my job the next day. She had on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and was trying to be as anti-sexy as she could but it wasn't working. That woman could look sexy wearing a burlap bag. She had huge circles under her eyes, and was still crying. Everyone in the building looked at me like I was dog shit when I walked right by her and refused to speak to her. My boss told me to take the day off and go home and settle my affairs, because Shanna sitting out in the parking lot crying was bad for business. Actually I think he just wanted to please her on some level.It was just another case of her magic tits influencing some weaker guy. I finally agreed to go home and listen to her part of the story, before going back to my shitty motel. Once I got there, she started by taking all of her clothes off and jumping on me. "Back off Shanna, we're here to talk, not to fuck, so say what you have to say," I snapped at her. "I love you Tim. You're the only one who wants me. You're the only one who really loves me. Every other man I've ever met doesn't really want to know me, or care for me. All they want is a chance to get their hands on my tits. And once they do, most of them are so intimidated that they can't perform. The few that can perform only think of just fucking me, like I was just a barrel with a hole in it. They never take even a second to consider whether or not I'm enjoying it. Then they need to tell everyone they fucked me." "That's part of why I was so attracted to you. When I first came home and saw you with Sarah, you looked me over and then just turned back to her, like you had barely noticed me. I took off my clothes in front of you pretending that I didn't know you were there, but I knew you were. In fact I was so turned on by the fact that you didn't react to me like the other boys did that I would have fucked you right there in front of Sarah." "I called you a couple of days later to ask you to fix my laptop. I didn't even own a laptop. I was planning on borrowing one but I ended up not needing to, because you said "No." No one before that had ever said that to me about anything. Then you and Sarah started going out and I got jealous. The first time I heard you fucking her, and heard her having orgasms with you, I began to hate my own dorm mate." Shanna bit her lip like she was deciding what to say next. I later found out what she'd held back that time. "I couldn't believe it," Shanna told me. "I was the hottest girl in the school and I was jealous of some Plain Jane dorm mate. I had all of the important guys on the campus following me around. They'd be willing to do anything I said just for a chance to sniff my pussy, and I was pining away over some nerd." "So after Sarah's accident, I set out to get you. It took me a while because you were really fucking stubborn. But eventually I did, and then I got you in bed and it was better than I ever thought it could be. Even today, I find myself craving what you do to me. Then when you stopped wearing those thick ass glasses and let me dress you, I started to realize that you weren't bad looking and I just fell for you, Tim." "There is truly no other man that I want to be with, and certainly no one that I love except for you. But when I found out that I couldn't have kids, I started to just feel empty. Like there's a hole inside of me. I took stock of my life and realized that except for you I have nothing. In the old days I could crook my little finger and twenty guys would fight over the honor of doing something for me. But you have never been someone I could control, and I started to wonder whether or not I could still get another man. I had doubts because since I can't have kids, why would any man want me. I'm a biological dead end. No matter how much sperm they pump into me, I'm never going to get pregnant. They're just wasting their seed by putting it into me. As a woman I have literally no purpose, I'm just a fuck toy, nothing else. But then when that bastard started talking about you, I realized that no matter what I am, that I love you, and that you love me. So maybe that's what my purpose is supposed to be. Maybe my purpose is to make you happy." It was a great speech. And I thought about it for a long time. I did sleep at home that night, but I slept in the guest room. It took weeks for us to get back to any sort of intimacy. And months before I was able to even say that I loved her, and even begin to feel it. But the balance of power in our relationship had shifted even more. So a couple of years later, all of the stars lined up again. Shanna ran into Butch, the quarterback from our old college football team. Life had not been good to Butch. He was married to a little fat woman with a mustache. He had gotten her pregnant and had no way out since her father was the chief of police. Shanna was initially shocked by his appearance. Butch was fat, out of shape and balding. Butch originally had to blackmail her to get into her pants, but once he got there, even though the sex wasn't good for Shanna, she relished the control over him more than anything else. Over the first few months of their affair, I began to suspect something again, but without proof I didn't know what to do. Shanna started to become distant, and I didn't know how to handle that either. I knew that this was somehow again tied to Shanna's feelings of inadequacy, and I didn't want to push her over the edge. Since she was my wife, I thought that it was at least partially my fault. At the same time I took stock of my life. The years had been kind to me. I realized that I was a decent looking guy and I could if I wanted, get someone else. So I decided to make my self even more attractive in hopes of getting my Shanna back. Instead of just sitting there and watching while some bigger stronger guy took my toys I was going to fight back. I bought all new clothes and got a new haircut. I started going to the gym and took Karate lessons. I even bought something I'd wanted all my life. I bought a brand new Mustang GT. From the first day that I bought the car, I knew that something was different about it. The weirdest thing happened at the dealership. The salesman couldn't find the keys to let me test drive it, or sit in it. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. All I did was to try the door handle and it opened immediately. He said he'd go into his office and find the keys so I could drive the car. When he came back, I told him I'd take it even though I hadn't driven the car. I know it sounds stupid, but somehow I knew that this car and I were meant for each other. He was pretty happy too. Mustangs don't sit on a lot for very long. He hadn't been able to sell this one though because the bright Yellow paint isn't everyone's cup of tea, and there was just something about the car. The first day that I drove the car home, was also the day that I found out that Shanna was fucking Butch. I saw him sneaking away as I drove into my driveway. Shanna tried to act like nothing was going on, but I knew. And I knew, that she knew, that I knew. A couple of weeks later, it all got even stranger. I came in from work early and put my Mustang in the garage. When I walked into the house Butch was sitting in my living room, on my couch. "Hey Timmie," he said. "We need to talk." "Who the fuck, are you?" I asked. "I mean other than probably the guy Shanna is fucking. And why do I want to talk to you?" "You don't recognize me?" he asked with confusion on his face. "It's Butch, from school. I was the quarterback. You stole Shanna from me." "Oh yeah, uhm, what happened to you?" I asked. "Well I wasn't good enough to go pro, and I got some girl pregnant. Anyway none of that matters. What does matter is that I'm going to be fucking Shanna whenever I want to, and you're not going to say or do anything about it." He stood up and leaned over me and said, "Or else." As if I was supposed to be intimidated. Just as the word else came out of his mouth, I remembered what my Karate Instructor had told me. Land a decisive strike first and the fight will go a lot easier. I kneed Butch in his nuts so hard that it lifted him off his feet. Then, while he was jumping around on his tiptoes, off balance, I kicked him in his chest and knocked him down. While he was on his back, I put my knee on his throat and looked down at him. I saw fear in his eyes. "Look Bitch, or Butch, whatever your name is. I don't care. You can take Shanna out of here right fucking now. I won't lift a finger to stop you. In fact, I'll help her pack. You aren't the first person she's cheated on me with. I'm done with her. She's yours, take her." "She won't go with me, and I already have a wife," he whined. "She loves you and won't leave you. I had to blackmail her to get her to fuck me in the first place." He was still holding onto his nuts as I let him get up. "Get out of my house, Butch." I snapped. "I'll be back," he yelled still holding onto his nuts. "Shanna had better call me, or we'll both go to jail for a long time. I hate my life so I don't mind going to jail to get away from that bitch I married. But I don't think being trapped in a women's prison will be very good for your lovely wife." As soon as he got outside the door, his bravery returned. "I'll kick your ass next time," he sneered as he ran towards his car. The pain in his nuts made him limp. A few minutes later I'd gone out to my garage and was installing the rear blackout panel on my new Mustang, when Shanna drove up and came into the garage. "Where Butch?" she asked tentatively. "I kicked his ass, and sent him home," I said without looking up from my car. "Shanna, I'm not going through this again. Pack your stuff and get out. You can live with butch and his wife and kid. But I'm not going to put up with this." "Didn't that asshole explain things to you?" She asked me, crying already. "This isn't like last time. I'm not doing this out of curiosity, or frustration. Tim, I know that you love me, and believe it or not, I love you and only you. But I don't have a choice. My back is against the wall. So until I can find a way out of this, I'll just have to put up with it." "Shanna what kind of hold does Butch have over you that you'd throw our marriage away for it?" I was really curious now. Shanna looked at the ground, and couldn't meet my eyes. "So what exactly are you doing to the car?" she asked. "Can I sit in it? Maybe we could go for a drive." I almost forgot that she was trying to change the subject when she reached for the door handle and the locks clicked shut. I started thinking that maybe I'd hit a wire or something and there was a short in the electronic locks. "Shanna, what is Butch holding over your head? He said if it got out you'd both do jail time. He doesn't mind going to jail. He claims he hates his wife and wants to get away from her. What could be that bad? Did you guys sell drugs in college or something? That was so long ago that no one would even care now." "Tim," she said quietly. "If I thought that you'd wait for me, I'd go to jail too. But the thing is; I'm more worried about you finding out than going to jail." "Shanna if you can't tell me then I guess we don't really have much of a marriage. I'll file for divorce as soon as I can find an attorney. You can have the house and your car. I'll take my car and find a new place to live. I guess you and Butch can use our home as your love nest away from his wife." She ran into the house and slammed the door, I could hear her screaming and crying from the garage. I decided to take my car out for a drive while I figured out what to do. I really did love her. Then I noticed that the doors were locked and my keys were still in the ignition. It suddenly dawned on me that I was in trouble because I didn't have a spare set of keys. I'd have to call a locksmith. I stood up and looked in through the window and there they were. But something weird happened. The door locks just popped open. Weirder still, the engine started, and the lights came on. I remember thinking, "it's just a short in the wiring harness," my car will not transform. I got in and backed the car out of the garage. Shanna came running out of the house. "Please don't leave me," she screamed. The door locks snapped shut again as she approached the car. I started thinking that maybe the car had a proximity sensor and it was attached to the alarm and the automatic starter. Except that the car didn't have an automatic starter and the factory alarm system didn't have any proximity sensors. "Tim please, just give me a couple of days to figure this out. I just need a way to explain this all to you," she said. I lowered the window and looked at her. She really was beautiful, and I really did love her with all of my heart. "You have 2 days Shanna," I said coldly. "For two days everything is on standby. You don't fuck or have any contact with Butch. You sleep in the guest room. I don't get a lawyer. After that if we haven't talked, I'll take it as you just can't give up Butch, or that you keeping a secret from me, that you're willing to share with Butch means that you and he should be married, and I should be free." "Where are you going now?" she asked. "Just out for a drive," I said. "Can I come?" she asked quietly. Before I could say anything, the window closed all on its own, and the engine started revving and the car started to back its way down the driveway. I tried to tell her that it wasn't me, that there was a short in the car's electronic system but she had turned away and headed back in the house looking as if her life was about to end. "I hate that bitch," I said loudly to no one as I drove down the deserted roads. "I've given her a great life, everything she's ever asked for. I love her with all of my heart and soul. How does she repay me? She cheats on me every time she can. Maybe she's just not the type of woman who can be faithful; At least not to me. But she's so beautiful. It just rips my heart out every time she does this. But this time takes the cake. Does she really expect me to believe this bullshit about Butch blackmailing her. I think the two of them are in this together, and she just wants to be able to fuck Butch and not have to sneak around. She just wants to rub my face in her shit, because she knows she can't control me." I guess I thought that I was just talking to myself, and no one was listening. I often spoke my thoughts out loud as a way of just easing my tension, so I didn't become too stressed out in bad situations. If I knew then, what I know now, I'd never have done it. 2 Days later Shanna came to me and told me that she wanted for the three of us to sit down and discuss the problem like rational adults. She'd come up with a possible solution. Her solution involved 2 steps if I was willing. The first step involved the meeting with Butch, and us trying to see if maybe we could pay Butch some money to get him to just go away. If he wouldn't accept the money would I be willing to just pack up and move away with her. The second thing was she wanted us to go to marriage counseling, because she really did love me with all of her heart, and she didn't want to lose me for anything. Maybe through counseling, she could figure out what was wrong with her and why she was always getting into these situations. She seemed so sincere and she'd been so miserable for the past 2 days. That I said yes. A little bit later Butch showed up. When he showed up, I just felt this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. He didn't move tentatively like he was scared that I'd kick his ass again. He was smirking and smiling like he'd already won. Shanna started out the conversation, "Butch, you don't make very much money in your job. Instead of having sex with me, could we pay you some money? We could probably manage 10 or fifteen thousand dollars, to keep this our secret." "Bitch are you crazy, or do you think I am?" he sneered. "What would I do with money? My wife would find it and make me spend it on things for her and the brat. I couldn't bank it because she'd find out, and then how would I explain it. I already told you what I want. You used to like it too, until you started fucking this wimp and let him take you away from me. So now those titties are mine again. I'm going to fuck you as often as I want unless your hubby here wants to see some three hundred pound female prisoner turn you into a dyke against your will." "She said she doesn't want you Butch," I snapped. "And that only makes it better," he snapped right back. "All through college until you got your hands on her, I had to share this bitch with half of the team. She controlled everything. When we fucked, and how was always up to her. She loved the power, and the control more than anything else. Do you know I once saw her do a gangbang with 5 guys and she still didn't get off. Think about it 5 guys blew their goo all over her and all she wanted was to go home, take a shower and find out why some nerd left her at the movies." I was getting more pissed as the conversation went on. "So maybe you need to know what's going on here. If we go to prison you'll never see this bitch again. We'd probably end up doing life. Murder is still a capital crime and there's no statute of limitations on it." Shanna paled as he mentioned murder. "Okay I'll let you fuck me," she said. "No you won't, I'll kill him first." I said seriously. "Your little wife obviously hasn't told you about this has she?" he asked. "Okay I guess that's my job then." He seemed to really be enjoying himself. Maybe he just enjoyed fucking up other people's lives, because his life was so shitty since he left college. "Please don't," whined Shanna. She seemed so pitiful that my heart just went out to her. "Whatever it is we'll make it through it," I told her. "Back when we were in college, Shanna could always wiggle that ass and shake those titties and every guy on campus would do whatever she wanted," he began. "She also controlled the women through the men, because all she had to do is find out which guy a girl was interested in, and go after him. None of the girls wanted to try to compete with her. Whatever Shanna wanted, Shanna got; until you came along. For some reason that I could never figure out she was crazy about you. She told me way back, a year before we graduated that she was going to marry you. There were only 2 things in the way. One was that you never even gave her a second look. I couldn't figure out why, I thought that maybe you were gay. Why didn't you like her?" he asked. Chrissie "It wasn't that I didn't like her," I said. "It was just that I never thought that a girl like her would ever give me even the chance to kiss her ass let alone date me. So I set my sights on girls that I thought would actually give me a chance. There's no sense going after something that you have no chance of getting." "The second thing standing between you was Shanna's mousy little room mate. I can't even remember that cunt's name. But Shanna actually asked her to give you up. Shanna wanted her to dump you. She even offered her dates with any guy on the campus that she named. But the little bitch said that you meant more to her than anything Shanna could offer." He smiled like a shark here, and then looked at me. "So Shanna got one of the professors to loan her his car. She gave me the keys, and promised to fuck me every night for two weeks to run the little bitch down. I was only going to tap her. Just hard enough to break her leg or something so she'd have to go home. But I really couldn't control that car. As you recall she ended up being hurt really badly. She went home alright, but she ended dying six months later and never came out of the coma. I'm not proud of what I did. I was so juiced up on Steroids that I made a lot of bad choices back then. The overload of testosterone going through my system had me pissed off and ready to fight one second, and desperate for pussy the next. So I really was out of control. I'm sure the judge will take that into consideration when they sentence me. But poor Shanna was the mastermind. She wasn't under the influence of anything. She was just a jealous bitch who wanted someone else's toys and couldn't stand the thought of anyone telling her "No." I looked at the two of them, Butch smirking, and Shanna with her face in her hands crying, and I knew that he was telling the truth. All of my pain, and anguish, all of my love for Sarah came right back at that moment. She really was taken away from me right when things were getting to be good. I looked back and in an instant saw the life I could have had with Sarah. Saw all of the love, and faithfulness of being with a woman who really loved me the way that Shanna, with all of her issues might never be able to. I was really angry, but then Butch let the other shoe drop. "Did she tell you the worst part?" he sneered. "I mean face it you're a likeable guy. Did old Shanna ever tell you why her room mate's parents treated you like shit and refused to see you or let you see her?" I looked at Shanna, and all I could see was her crying and shaking her head. "They found out that night at the hospital that Sarah, yep that was her name. Sarah was pregnant with your puppy Dude. So you not only lost your girlfriend, but the only chance you'll probably ever have to have kids. That's why old Shanna went off the deep end when she found out she couldn't have kids. It's partially because she feels useless, and partially because of what she took from you, and will never be able to replace." I couldn't take any more. I needed to get away to think. "I'm going out to work on my car," I snapped. "You need to figure out what you want to do wimp," he snapped. Shanna just couldn't seem to stop crying. I couldn't bring myself to look at either of them. "Okay," I said. "I'm going to the police. I'll let them sort this out." "No," cried Shanna. "Tim please let Butch and I talk about this, we can work this out." I went out to the garage. I was thinking about putting my rear diffuser on because it was supposed to be a really simple install. I guess that We'd been louder than we thought because as soon as the garage door opened. My neighbor Steve popped his head in the garage. "The car's looking good," he said. "Why don't you do mine too," he laughed. "Steve was video-taping me and the car. I don't know why but some guys get a camcorder and just go nuts with it. The door from the house opened and Butch came out. "Yeah the car looks good wimp," he said. "When do I get to drive it?" "We weren't exactly finished inside," he continued. "Your little wife would like it if you came back inside so we can finish this. Maybe there might be a way to work this out after all," he said looking at my car. "Fuck you Butch. I'm going to the cops. They can sort all of this out," I said. Butch reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. He leveled it at me, and told Steve to close the garage door. "I was trying to be nice to you," he sneered. "But I brought this just in case you wanted to try any of your fucking Karate moves again. What's it like in those classes? Is it you and a bunch of 10 and 12 year olds kicking at boards in your little pajamas? Aren't you embarrassed? Does it actually make you feel good?" "You tell me, Butch. How did your nuts feel when you left here last time? It was probably a couple of days before you could even walk straight," I laughed. Butch got pissed as I hoped he would. I was hoping he'd come towards me so I would have a better chance at getting to him without getting shot. The closer we were to each other, the less of an advantage his gun gave him. Neither Steve or I was prepared for what happened though. As he moved towards us he passed in front of my car. It Suddenly lurched forward crushing his legs between the front bumper and the concrete wall of the garage. It happened so quickly that he didn't even have time to scream. The car backed off and he let out an "aah," sound. He fell between the car and the wall sinking to his knees and twisting so he was facing the car. He looked Steve and I, with surprise and shock all over his face. All of the bones in his legs had been shattered and he could no longer hold himself up. The car lurched forward again and crushed his chest against the wall. Steve and I both heard the sound of ribs cracking and saw the geyser of blood erupting from Butch's mouth. "Holy shit," said Steve. "How'd you do that?" "I didn't do it," I told him. "I have no idea of how that happened." I went into the house and called the police. While I was inside I could hear Shanna crying softly from the bedroom. I guess I should have gone to tell her that Butch wouldn't be bothering her, or fucking her anymore for that matter, but I didn't. The Police cruiser got there a little bit later. When they got there Butch was still pinned between the wall and the car. The detectives had us back the car out just to free the body. Butch was crushed and the ends of his broken ribs had punctured the skin. Strangely the image of my car's Mustang emblem was imprinted in the skin of his chest. Shanna came out to see what was going on. She spoke to the police officer in charge and he told her that it seemed like an accident, thought the circumstances were suspicious. Steve and I had been questioned separately and our stories seemed to jibe. They also found the gun and found that only Butch had touched it. Another good thing was that Steve's camcorder had managed to get most of what happened, including Butch threatening us with the gun and the car crushing him. Shanna decided to spend the next few days with her parents. She had already packed a bag. She kissed me and tried to ram her tongue down my throat. "In a few days when this is all over, we'll see a counselor and get things back on track," she whispered. "I love you Tim. I swear I've never loved anyone else, and I never will. I'll be the best wife you could ever imagine. I'll never hurt you again. I promise you that you'll forget about Sarah in time." She picked up her bag, as the cops and Steve stared at her in awe. She walked slowly down the driveway her hips and those tits swaying gently. Just before she got to her car it happened. One of the cops was sitting in my car, and it just took off and rolled up my driveway. The car smashed Shanna between itself and her car. Unlike with Butch it was almost merciful. She never saw it coming. All of the cops ran over to her, along with Steve and myself. I was crying and screaming and tried to drag the cop who was sitting in my car out of it, and beat the shit out of him. They finally had to taser me to get me to calm down. I just couldn't bear to look at the twisted female form trapped between the two cars. Shanna's car was totaled, but my Mustang wasn't even scratched. "It was an accident sir," The Chief of Police told me a couple of days later. "We've gone over your car top to bottom and it will be returned to you today. There is nothing mechanically wrong with the car, and one of my officers was inside the car. He claims to have been standing on the brakes when the car crushed your wife, so maybe you should get those brakes fixed. We give you our deepest condolences, but there's nothing else we can do. We can't bring her back." His words sounded so hollow, so contrived. I guess it was the politically correct thing to say, but it didn't do anything to make me feel better. When thy dropped my car off later in the day, she was on a flat bed tow truck. The guy told me that he was sorry but they hadn't been able to get the car to start. "There's something really fucking weird about this car, buddy," he said. I had him drop it off in front of my garage. I really wasn't sure at that point, if I even wanted the car back. Almost as soon as the tow truck was out of sight, it started. The first thing I noticed was that the car was several feet closer to me than where we'd left it. I could tell because when we dropped it, it was only about a foot away from the garage door. I'd asked for it to be placed there so I could try to get it into neutral and just push it inside since it wouldn't start.Now it was at least 6 feet from the garage. "Okay, come on, I guess it's my turn now," I shouted. In my grief over Shanna, I guess I just wanted it over. The car started moving towards me and I just closed my eyes. I hoped that it would be quick, like Shanna's death had been. I really didn't want to die like Butch had, crushed slowly with two or three brutal blows. I remembered how he'd been rendered incapable of moving by the first blow. But left conscious enough to just stand there in horror waiting for it to happen again. After a few seconds I felt something touch my leg almost gently. The front end of the car was moving up and down, I could even hear the slight rush of air as the shocks compressed and expanded rapidly. The lights were flashing off and on. The car was acting like a huge puppy, that wanted to go for a walk. So I got in and the engine started immediately. I drove for about a half an hour, and I really don't remember where I went, but I do remember that it gave me the time I needed to start putting my thoughts in order. I knew why Butch died, and to tell you the truth as cold as it seemed, the world was a better place without him. Even his wife and their child would be better off without the poison of living with a person who had never loved them. But Shanna's death just seemed cruel and un-necessary. Then I realized that the car had done it to protect me. My relationship with Shanna had been built on a lie. I'd spent the entire time waiting for her to dump me, or finding out she'd cheated on me yet again. During the whole time we'd been married, I just never truly felt comfortable with her, or felt like she belonged to me. Even now I could just never imagine the two of us growing old together. I realized near the end of the drive that Shanna, as beautiful as she was, had never been good for me. There was also the fact that now that I knew what she had taken from me, Sarah and my child. I would never have been able to look at her again without thinking about them. I still wonder today whether it would have been a girl or a boy? What would we have named her or him? Would Sarah have blossomed physically as I had after leaving school, or would she have decayed like Butch? It wouldn't have mattered because I'd have loved her anyway. The car had somehow known before I did, that Shanna had to go. And in the end, maybe it wa better for Shanna as well, throughout her life she'd never been happy. Her beauty brought her no satisfaction only pain, she'd never have faced getting old and losing her physical beauty well. She also didn't handle situations where she wasn't the center of attention. Perhaps going out at the peak of her allure was the kindest way. A few days later the city offered me an upper six figures settlement and I took it of course. The circumstances of both "accidents," are still suspicious today. Especially Shanna's. The police want to believe that the brakes failed and the car rolled down the driveway. The problem for me with that theory, is that my driveway slopes upwards going away from the house. So the car would have had to be defying gravity, while the motor was turned off in order for any of this to make sense. When you add all of this to the other things I've seen her do, it paints a pretty strange picture. "The newspapers did a story about all of this a few years ago," I told Lainie as she snuggled into my arms. "It was Steve who came over to talk about it about a week later, and brought me the Stephen King movie. I had never seen it. He wouldn't come into the garage. He's still afraid to, even now a few years later." "Christine," he said to me shaking his head. "She saved both of us." "Christine, I said. Somehow the name just fit. For the last few years she's been my best and practically only friend. The few times I've even thought about dating, she's kind of chased them away. I don't think she liked anyone until you came along. Over the years as we became closer, we got more on a first name basis. So now I just call her Chrissie. She seems to like that. I think she likes you too." Elaine just smiled and dropped her dress on the floor. She smiled at me and started walking towards the garage. "Let's tempt fate," she said. She turned on the garage light and dropped her panties on the floor. "Sorry, I don't have big incredible tits," she said lying back on Chrissie's hood and spreading her legs. "But I really do love you, with all my heart and soul. And I'd never do anything to hurt you. and I'd die before I'd cheat on you." I was stripped and on her in under 10 seconds. At first we just kissed and dry humped each other and then she pulled me into her core. She had the warmest and softest pussy I'd ever been in. I started to gently stroke in and out and she cried out in her pleasure. "Come on," she hissed patting the hood. All of a sudden I realized that she wasn't talking to me. Chrissie's engine started suddenly, but the big V8 wasn't roaring it was softly purring and the extra vibrations from the hood, made both Elaine and I cum long before we expected to. As I started to spray her insides, Elaine quickly pulled my dick out of her and let the last few strings of semen land on the hood of my car. "We're sharing you," she said. "Both of your women, Me and Chrissie." Five years later, we've been married for four years and have a two year old daughter. Whenever our daughter Christa can't get to sleep she just runs out to the garage and gets in Chrissie's back seat and snuggles into the leather. Somehow the engine noise and the vibrations lull my daughter to sleep. She's used to being there and she should be, after all she was conceived in that same tiny back seat. So you see I didn't lie, all this time there has been strange car in my driveway, only it's mine.