65 comments/ 40688 views/ 17 favorites Love at First Sight Theory By: javmor79 This is a continuation of my "Innocent Texts" series. This story could act as a stand-alone, but it is so much better if you read the first installments. In this chapter, we hear from Brian. I will let you guys know this character is based on a REAL PERSON. This story is loosely based on real events. I took some creative liberties, but the premise of the story actually happened. Do you believe in love at first sight? Of course not! Only dumb bitches with too much time on their hands believe that shit. They read these romance novels and watch these sappy love movies while dreaming of that one guy that will make them tingle with just a smile. These are the same bitches that can only have an orgasm with plastic devices. You know them. They may be single and have never found "the one" yet, or they may be married to a guy that they settled for because he was nice and had a decent job. No matter who these women are, or what their situation is, this notion of "Love at First sight" is what makes them vulnerable to the wolves who hunt pretty little sheep. This "belief" that there is that one person who you will know instantaneous love with if you ever laid eyes on them is the perfect bait for fishermen like me. Have you ever noticed that love at first sight only happens to attractive people? On the front of romance novels, there is usually a picture of a shirtless guy with long flowing blond hair and muscles of a Greek God. He will have his big, strong arms wrapped around a woman who probably looks something like Heather Graham or Reece Witherspoon. Have you ever seen a couple on the front cover who resembled Roseanne and Dan? Movies are no better. A woman usually finds her true love in a dark, handsome actor that most women would fuck in the middle of Time Square at noon. Even the "teen movies" that try to inject the message that true love is not physical has the nerdy girl, who is really scalding hot, dressed in glasses and a ponytail. Halfway through the movie she sheds those glasses and shakes out her pony tail. Only then does she realize that she really is beautiful. Everyone goes on about her "inner beauty", but isn't it funny that she had to be beautiful on the outside for it to be recognized? There are billions of people on this planet. If I had to take a wild guess, I would estimate that about 30% of them are probably considered to be good looking. By good looking I mean an average to decent body with a moderately attractive face. I would also guess that only 10% of the population are "beautiful". You see them in Hollywood and on posters in little boy's and girl's bedrooms, or inconspicuously stashed in your dad's porno hiding spot. You may even see a few of them in the gym. They are the people that normal people masturbate to in their lonely hours. Even though they only make up a small percentage of our population, everyone associates love with them. Nobody thinks about the short, balding 40 year old man or the overweight 50 year old woman as potential love at first sight candidates. By these unconfirmed guesses, that leaves a whopping 60% of the world's population that could never have anyone fall in love with them at a glance. So if love is blind, then why is the majority of the planet excluded as potentials? Of course there is more to the love at first sight mind-set. You see, we, as people, are fundamentally selfish. Whenever we encounter a situation, our first thoughts are always about how the situation affects us and makes us feel. We may have a thought about how we affect the situation, but usually this thought is a distant second, or even an afterthought. So, the love at first sight mind-set usually focuses on how the person who we are "in love with" makes us feel. We rarely care how we make them feel. With this in mind, the "love at first sight concept" is accompanied by the hope that our perfect person, who fulfills all of our fantasies and desires, will OVERLOOK all of our imperfections. If you ask 10 people what their dream person is like, I guarantee that 8 of them will give a description of some variation of the same person. Let me give you an example. Off of the top of my head, if a female were to give you a description of her dream guy, he would be tall, have a lean body, have a relatively good job, be funny, be kind and caring. He will be a sensitive guy, but one with enough balls to take control when she wants to relinquish it. How was that? I bet I described 90% of the females' perfect guy. Have you noticed that none of these qualifications even broached the way he treats her or feels about her? All of these qualifications deal with how he makes her feel. So, to be the perfect guy, half of the stuff comes down to genetics. You could have all of the other shit going for you, but if you don't have the physical attributes to accompany them, then you will be the one that she "settles" for. Hey, don't get mad at me. I'm just telling it like it is. If a guy with the great genes were able to PRETEND to be that other shit, then he will more than likely trump the poor chump who really is a great guy but not as blessed in the looks department. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where I come in. You see, physically I am that guy. I am 6'3", 195 lbs of pure man hunk beefcake, and I have a smile that would melt the panties from a nun. Am I conceited? You can say that. But hell, if you've fucked as many bitches as I have you would be the same way. Now, good looks aren't enough. Don't let the locker room talk and the rumor mill fool you. I haven't scored all of the prime pussy that I've gotten by simply flashing a smile and flexing my pecs. I've learned that in order to have a high success rate, you have to be something more. Or you have to APPEAR to be something more. Despite these stories that you read on these sites, females rarely want a man that is only good for fucking. That's what we believe because that is a guy trait. We can meet a female that looks like sex on a stick, but be dumber than a box of rocks, and we will ruin our marriages for her. We all know that's true. Women are different. Even if they are only looking for a sex buddy, they want him have more than just sex going for him. Usually they will go for a man that they could fall in love with, but lie to themselves by saying that this is strictly to "scratch that itch". That is why I have learned the fine art of the "love at first sight" weapon. The most rewarding targets between the sheets aren't the girls of least resistance. What fun is it to drive a Ferrari that only costs $5000 and has over 200,000 miles on it? Of course we'll drive it, but it won't be special. No, the most rewarding targets are the ones who buy into this ridiculous theory. The ones who will only let themselves go if they find "him". They are like an untapped well of erotic passion and that is waiting to be discovered. When they find the man of their dreams, all of those silly inhibitions that are built up over years of sermons and parental warnings dissolve. All of the nasty shit that they really want to do, but don't, will seem less taboo to do with "him". Secretly, when they fantasize about doing that stuff, he is the face and body that they use as a prop. He can get them to do just about anything. With "him", she will feel like the girl she always wanted to be. With "him" doing all of those naughty things will be just like in her fantasy. For instance, the rape fantasy is sexy when the guy in it looks like Antonio Bandaras. It's just rape when the guy looks like Jim Belushi. This fact remains true for most females, even the married ones. No, let me rephrase that. ESPECIALLY THE MARRIED ONES. You see, most women DON'T marry their dream guy. They marry a pale imitation of him. He may have a few of the qualities of their first choice, but not all of them. They fall in love with him and settle for a life of mediocrity. They become content in the fact that they have the best that they are going to get. Then they meet me. There are a few rules to remember when you are seducing one of these naïve cunts. You have to make them believe the myth. They want to believe it. They will meet you half way. All you have to do is give them the unspoken promise that you are the guy that they dream about. You have the inner qualities of what a good guy is supposed to have, and you are wrapped in a prettier package than what they have at home. If you give that to them, they will fill in the blanks and make themselves believe the lie. #1: Patience is key. These females believe that true love will wait for them to get past their prudish upbringing. You can't rush them into sex. In fact, you have to seem kind of reluctant to take that step. Let them think that THEY are actually seducing YOU. #2: Always look at their eyes. In fact, make sure you know the color of them. Of course you can appreciate her body, but make it secondary. You can say a woman has nice tits and she may let you fuck her. If you say that she has gorgeous eyes, she will fuck you. #3: Find out what she is insecure about. It may take a while of light probing, but the pay-off will be worth it. When you find out what she is insecure about, turn a blind eye to it and act like it doesn't exist. For instance, if she is insecure about her weight, then tell her how beautiful she looks in that dress. If she mentions her love handles, then talk about how skinny girls aren't attractive because they have nothing to hold on to. If she has little tits, tell her that big tits are too much to handle. Besides, you're an ass man anyway. #4: This goes with #3. Find out what she is proud of, and praise the hell out of that. If she is a smart chick, tell her how you can listen to her ramble on about books and shit for hours. If she has lost a few pounds, tell her how she was beautiful before, but now you have to keep reminding yourself that she is married. If she got her hair done, tell her that it really frames her face and make her look angelic. #5: Make sure you share a vulnerability with them. You can make it up of course. Make it seem like you've never told this to anyone before, and you can't believe how comfortable you are with her. The one I use is my mom crying because my dad left her. I tell how this affected me at a young age and made me NEVER want to do that to any woman. Dumb bitches eat that up. #6: Never ever, under any circumstance, trash her husband. This is where most guys mess up. They try to convince the wife that they are better than what she has at home. That is a mistake. For one, you are fighting an uphill battle on that one. He has the upper hand. She already knows his good qualities. Unless this guy is a real loser, you will crash and burn that way. I take a different route. It takes longer, but it works. If she fucks the guy who trashes her husband, he is the one that she will fuck one time and regret it. She will get so burdened by guilt that she will run back to him and try to be the perfect wife. I am the one that she will start an affair with. She won't feel guilty about fucking me. By the time I'm done with her, she 'll feel like she deserves it. I never talk bad about her punk ass husband. In fact, I complement him. I take his side. I give her hints on making their marriage better. I always come to his defense when SHE is trashing him. Then, when she tells me all that is missing in her marriage, I give her "advice" on things that would work for me IF I WERE HIM. I make sure that I casually mention that I wished I had a woman who would do these things for me. This makes them draw closer to me because we have "something in common". At the same time, I have planted the seed in her head about doing those things for me. At the end, I make sure to say something like: "I can't imagine any guy not noticing that. He'd have to be dead to not get hard!" Number 6 is the big one. This is where you drive the wedge between her and her husband, and you insert yourself. Here is why. If you've gotten this far with her, then she is very vulnerable. Something is missing in her marriage, even if she doesn't realize it. Whatever is missing, you become that. If he doesn't listen to her, then you listen your ass off, even if the bitch is boring. If he doesn't pay attention to her, you do it. By not trashing the husband, you are making her feel like you really care about her happiness, and that you have her best interest at heart. At the same time, you are no threat. Chances are that her asshole husband is not going to change, no matter what you tell her do. If they had gone this long with him being like this, then he is set in his ways. By becoming what she is missing, she will see his failure and begin to WISH HE WERE MORE LIKE YOU. Now, he will be in a lose/lose situation. If he does come around, she will thank you. His attentions will be temporary though, and she will be back. If he fails, she will start to look at you as the guy that she wished her husband was. Best part about this is if he notices what you are up to and complains about you, she will defend you by saying that you have never said a bad word about him. You will always be the good guy, and he will become the irrational jerk. You can even volunteer to back off for a while so that she can work on her relationship. After all, if being friends with you is causing her pain, you care enough about her to let her go (gag). Eventually, you will run out of advice and say, "I wish there were a way that I could help you. If he could only see you the way I see you." If she's not spread eagle after this then you might want to move on to another target. Now, there are exceptions to every rule. Even with all of these weapons at my disposal, I can't fuck them all. Sometimes, life gets in the way. Unforeseen variables that i didn't count on can pop up and ruin all of my hard work. Shit happens. Take this one bitch I was working with. Oh, wait a minute! You don't know who I am yet. Well, let me introduce myself. Then I will tell you about this bitch and her pussy husband. My name is Brian Kelfare (nice to meet you). I joined the Navy when I was 18. I would have joined sooner, but I was under age. Getting out of that house was the best decision I've ever made. Anyway, I became a Navy Corpsman. I requested an assignment to go to a Marine Unit that needed a medic. When it was granted, I went "Navy Green". This term simply means that I was a navy guy who did all of the shit marines do. I must say that I loved it more than being on shore duty at the Naval Hospital. The differences between the Navy and the Marines start when you sign up. You JOIN the Navy. You BECOME a Marine. OohRah! Anyway, I served a term of 8 years and was honorably discharged as a HM2 (E5). I won't list all of the awards I got, because most of them aren't important. I was able to do some classes when I was enlisted, and finished up my degree when I was out to become an RN. I work out daily (5 times a week). I got used to doing this when I was with my Unit. I have a washboard stomach and I jog constantly. Working out is easy to do when you work at the hospital, because they have a couple of gyms that they use to rehab some patients. Because I was in the service, people automatically give me respect. Women always secretly wonder if I've killed anybody, and guys always want to hear about some war stories. I don't know why people are so fascinated with what goes on over there. Half of them wouldn't have the fucking balls to deal with the shit that goes on, so they live vicariously through one of my stories. Then they give me that empty "Thank you for your service" and continue talking about whatever team they like. Most of the stories I tell are real. I sometimes have to put a Hollywood spin on certain stories (they can't really handle the truth), but for the most part I don't lie. Yes boys and girls. I am the guy that most husbands argue with their wives about, and the guy that most wives gossip to their friends about. I am a nightmare to the jealous husband, and a wet dream to the neglected wife. Now, back to that bitch that got away. Her name is Selene Holmes. She is in her thirties and she is hotter than a jet engine. She has a nice shapely little body and she keeps herself in shape. I first noticed her when I was working out in the gym and she was on the treadmill. She had her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail that was bouncing from side to side as she was running. I don't know what it is about the bouncing ponytail of the girl running, but it's my kryptonite. Her green eyes were fixed on the television in front of her. Her soft lips mouthed the words to whatever song she was listening to on her ipod. She was breathtaking. I instantly knew that I wanted to fuck her. No, I HAD to fuck her. I began my campaign. I started to initiate conversations with her while we were working, asking her opinion about things so that I could get close enough to let her "graze" me. I even "bumped" into her and caught her before she hit the ground. I wanted as much physical contact with her as possible. The problem that I ran into was that she wasn't vulnerable. No matter what I did, I could never get her to talk about anything other than work. I couldn't get her to open up about her personal life. She seemed content and happy with it. Bitches that are happy with their life at home rarely talk about it. Who the fuck wants to hear how wonderful someone's marriage is? People only talk about gossip, because everyone wants the scoop on what is wrong with everyone else's life. Another issue was she seemed kind of immune to my good looks. She was always nice and professional, but she didn't give me that vibe that I get from the ripe fruit. She didn't stare at me for that one second too long that let me know that she was interested. She didn't touch me when we were talking closely. When we had to talked, she said what she had to say and then she was onto the next task. I started fucking another nurse that is always with her named Wilma. Wilma is kind of cute, but she is older than us. She isn't fat, but her round face let me know that she was kind of pudgy. She had a nice pair of tits on her, and was probably hiding a round ass underneath those scrubs. She had red hair that was always curly, and a face dotted with freckles. She looks like she would be a wet rag in bed, but I found out quickly that she was one of those untapped wells. It was like she had all of this repressed sexuality that was just waiting to get out. I found out that she had this loser for a husband who jerks off to Asian porn instead of taking care of his business. This guy had to be the dumbest son of a bitch on earth, because his wife was prime pussy. She was just ripe for the taking. She was so starved for attention that I didn't have to use most of the rules to get her. I simply told her one day that she makes scrubs look like they belong in a Victoria Secrets magazine, and she was practically raping me in one of the bathrooms. It only took three times of fucking her for her to grab a tube of KY and slide me into her ass. Her husband does not know what he is missing! As time went on, I almost gave up on Selene. She wouldn't take the bait. Besides that, Wilma and a couple of other nurses were keeping me pretty drained. I was just about to throw in the towel when I got a blessing from the Sex gods. This blessing came in the form of Doug. Doug was one of our long term patients. He was in a car accident that left him in a coma for three weeks. When he came to, he had the mental capacity of a 5 year old. Now Doug is as tall as me, but is about as big around as two of me. He kind of resembles Stone Cold Steve Austin, except he isn't that muscular. Basically put, Doug is a big dude. He is normally sweet and docile to all of the staff. He never raises his voice, never fights, and is really gentle. He always listens and is grateful for every little thing you do for him. But Doug is like those lions that are kept in captivity. After years of feeding them steaks and playing with them, you forget that these cats are wild animals. Love at First Sight Theory One day, Doug got horny. I don't know what riled him up, but he was feeling the burn. After all, he was still a man. Well, Nurse Holmes (Selene) went into the room to give him some pills and found him stroking a meaty erection. He wasn't even trying to hide it. He just sat there pounding his poor penis with everything that he had. He took one look at Selene's tight little body and launched himself after her. All I heard was the scream. I went running into the room to find Doug trying to yank her waistband down. She was grabbing it with one hand, trying to preserve her modesty, while the other hand was trying to keep him at arm's length. I was able wrestle Doug off of her. Unfortunately for me, this big oaf turned on me and started throwing me all over the room. I didn't want to hurt the poor guy, but I almost came close to knocking him the fuck out. Luckily Nurse Holmes was able to give him the happy needle that sent him into slumber land. She was so shaken up that I took her down to the cafeteria for some coffee. She was extremely grateful that I got beat up trying to come to her rescue. Naturally, the conversation led to my time with the Marines, which allowed me to open the door for finding out about her. She didn't tell everything, but I had a foot in the door. That was the start of many conversations. Selene wasn't as forthcoming with her marriage woes as I would have liked. She never told me anything directly that would help me plant myself in her mind. But she did give clues without really knowing it. I had to pay close attention though. I got the feeling that she didn't feel sexy around her husband. It was small hunch, but it was all I had. I began to work on that. I started with complementing her in her scrubs. When she did her hair differently, I would let her know. I asked her what perfume she wore, and remembered it. I was still getting nowhere with her. She was gracious with all of the attention, but it didn't move her. The problem was that she already knew all of these things about herself. Complimenting her was like telling her that the hospital is full of sick people. She would give me a slight smile and be done with it. The nice guy routine was falling apart. I was running out of options until one day I went at her from a different angle. We were on break and sitting in the lounge. I don't know what the hell came over me, but I just blurted out, "You act all professional, but I'm willing to bet that you're a freak when the lights go out." She looked at me with an amused smirk and said, "Wouldn't you like to know." Finally! I had finally hit paydirt! That was my angle. Now this bitch is mine. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. Thus the games began. I flirted with her shamelessly. She returned my flirting in kind. It became a game of who could come up with the cleverest lines. It was fun. While it was fun, it became frustrating as well. My progress seemed to be stuck in this flirting stage. Months went by and I was no closer to closing the deal with her. Every time I tried to step things up and make them physical she would shut me down. But then she would keep the door open just enough to encourage me keep flirting. Let me give you an example. There was one day that we were both in the supply closet. She was trying to get a box off of the top shelf. She stretched up and left her tight body unprotected. She was having trouble with the box so I offered to help her. I came ever so closely to her and grabbed the box out of her hands. At the same time I pressed my body against hers. I became hard and I made sure that she could feel the erection in my pants. She swung around quickly so that she was facing me. She put her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back. She didn't push me hard, but she gave me a light nudge so that it created some space. Then she said, "At ease soldier. I need you to holster that thing!" I looked her in the eyes and said, "I have to always keep my gun ready. i never know when I'm gonna need it." She looked at me with those amused eyes that she gets and said, "Well, you will never use it on me in a supply closet." Then she grabbed the box from me and walked out. Now I was confused. Did she mean that there wasn't a chance I would use it on her, or did she mean that the supply closet was the wrong place? Another time I told her that I was going to make her beg for it. Once again, those amused eyes flashed and she told me, "Trust me, if you get me to beg for it then you would find out what kind of freak I really am! Unfortunately, I don't beg." Then she shrugged and walked away. Now, that was an invitation if I ever heard one! Wasn't it? I found myself obsessing over her. I analyzed every conversation that I had with her, trying to determine if it was a step forward or more of the same. I would see her walking down the halls and try to get her to notice me. She would never initiate our flirt sessions. She would always respond with that amused expression. It was driving me insane! I knew I had it bad for her when I started masturbating while thinking of her. I was getting desperate. It wasn't the fact that I was going without sex. I was still fucking plenty of ladies. It's just that I wasn't fucking HER! She became my Moby Dick. I had given her numerous invitations to come over my apartment. She always responded the same. She laughed it off and playfully declined, but she didn't say it like she would never do it. One day, I wanted her so bad that I could taste her. We finished up our shift and we were heading to our cars. I threw everything at her, trying to lure her into my place. I knew that if I just got her there, I would have home court advantage. I was sure that she would be scratching my back and wrapping her legs around me. If I could just get her there! She simply touched my face lightly, got in her car, and drove away. Just like that! I was standing in that parking lot with a hard on that could drill a hole in the cement. I could still feel her hand on my face. I texted her. It was a last ditch effort. Brian: U should've cum over my apt 2day. Selene: U know I can't do that. Brian: Y not? Selene: Bcuz my husband would wonder where I am Brian: Make up an excuse Selene: Y would I take that risk? What would be worth trouble? Brian: The best sex U ever had Selene: U R pretty sure of yourself. I wonder if it's all talk Brian: Only 1 way 2 find out I waited for a return text, but never got one. I groaned and dejectedly got in my car and drove home. I tried to do everything to keep my mind off of her. I could've invited another woman to take the edge off, but I didn't want to. Have you ever had one of those moments that you want something so specific that nothing else would sate it? It's like when you wake up in the morning and you have a taste for some pancakes. Maybe you had a dream about pancakes. So you go down into the kitchen only to find that all of the pancake mix is gone. Now, you can probably fix some eggs and toast, but you wanted pancakes so badly that nothing else would do. That is what I was feeling. Finally, I gave in and started jerking off. I pictured those lips sliding up and down my shaft. I pictured her ass as I was hitting it doggy style. I tried to imagine what her moans sounded like. I could even see her orgasm face as I made her come. Fuck! Then, I had a thought. It was a hail mary, but I had to do something. I took a picture of my dick while I was jerking it and texted it to Selene. Minutes turned into hours. I never got a return text. I checked the text to make sure it was delivered. Maybe she hadn't checked her phone yet. I was almost tempted to call her, but I thought better of it. What if her husband picked up? That would be messy. So I finished what I started. After a logging onto my laptop and spending time with some pornstars that reminded me of Selene (Dylan Ryder with much smaller tits), I was finally able to get to sleep. I awakened the next morning more frustrated than I had been in a while. I was also disappointed in myself. What the fuck was I doing? I should have moved on to another female months ago. If I didn't know any better, I would swear that she was stringing me along on purpose. I wonder....... Nah! Bitches aren't that smart. I know that there are cunts out there who like to tease guys. But no female has done that to me. I'm not the guy that they want to reel in and toss back. I'm the prize catch. I'm the big mouth bass, not some wimpy ass minnow. I'm the one that people take pictures with and brag to their friends as they tell over inflated stories about how I almost broke the line. She wants what I have. I know it. I just have to plan the perfect situation that removes all of the normal distractions. If only I got her over to my place last night! I had to come up with a plan. This playing it by ear shit was getting me frustrated. But I had no idea how to get her to a place that eliminated all of her excuses. She wasn't the type of female to give me a quickie in the bathroom or supply closet. I had to try to get her over to my place somehow. But therein lies the rub. I couldn't get her here after work. She was afraid that her wimp of a husband is going to find out. I didn't have enough time to do it during lunch. We barely had the time to stand in line at the cafeteria. I had to get her to take a day off. That way, I'd have all day to work on her without fear of hubby getting suspicious. I would present that idea to her when I saw her. I would talk to her about playing hookie with me for a day. That way we could "hang out as buds". Once I got her out of those work clothes, I was sure that my magnetism would work its magic. Unfortunately, fate is a nasty bitch! She didn't come to work that day. I'd planned this whole monologue about what we should do and how we should do it, and that bitch called in sick. Not only was my plans put on hold, but I had to cover her patients since we couldn't get a temp nurse from the agency on such short notice. Fuck! I wondered how she felt when she saw my dick. I bet she was turned on. She probably fingered herself thinking about me. Now that she knew what I was working with, she should be agreeable to hanging out with me for a day. I didn't have a chance to text her until I was at lunch (I was so busy taking care of both of our patients). I texted her 4 times and got no return. As I was heading back up to my floor, I got a sinking feeling about my chances with Selene. Until now, we'd been texting pretty regularly back and forth. It can't be a coincidence that she stopped texting me the day after I sent her a picture of my cock. Something went wrong. I wondered if she told her husband. Nah. There's no way that she would do that. She would be incriminating herself. There has to be another explanation. Then it hit me. She was ashamed of how turned on it made her. She probably fucked her husband last night while dreaming of me, and it scared her. That had to be it! I was going to have to tread lightly to make her feel comfortable with her feelings. I can be patient. In the meantime, I coaxed Wilma into the supply closet. She barely put up a fight. In fact, the only reason she put up that fight was because she had to answer a call light. Once she was done with that, she met me in the closet with a hot pussy ready to be fucked. With her scrub bottoms hanging off of one ankle, I leaned her up against the shelves and grabbed one of her legs underneath the knee. With my free hand, I put my cock inside of her sopping wet pussy. Then I plowed her senseless. I had to put my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. We went at it for 10 minutes, and I made her cum twice. I have never known another woman to cum as easily as Wilma. When I was done, I made her give her panties to me. "You can't expect me to walk around with no panties after you just fucked the shit out of me! You came in me. Not only am I gonna drip into my scrubs, I'm gonna smell like sex for the rest of the shift. How can I take care of patients like that? I just told her how much it would turn me on knowing that everyone could smell her. I also told her that I would probably want to fuck her after we got off thinking about it. I left the supply closet with a smile on my face and a pair of panties in my pocket. Though that romp was a good one, my mind thought back to Selene. I wished that I could get Selene to be that submissive. Miss My-Shit-Don't-Stink would never let me talk her into doing the shit that Wilma does. I wonder how far I could take Wilma........ I finished up the rest of the shift with little to no more drama. I fucked Wilma in the backseat of her station wagon (no way was I going to do it in my Mustang). It really did turn me on as I imagined her in close proximity to patients smelling like pussy. As we climbed in the backseat, we were both hot and ready. I don't know if this is funny or sad, but we had to move her kid's carseat into the trunk to do it. Her pussy was so sloppy wet that my dick was lubricated enough put it in her ass. It took me about 30 minutes to blow my second load of the night. She howled and screamed, telling me that she was my slut. By the time I left, her windows were fogged up and her back seat was drenched. I almost got hard again when I thought about what would happen if her husband just happened to get a look in the backseat. Would he know that he'd been cuckolded? Dumb bastard would probably jerk off while sniffing car. He would probably get off knowing that she was properly fucked. One thing was for sure. He was a loser. This poor woman was so starved for attention that all I had to do is kiss her neck to get her wet. I sure hoped that bitch was on the pill, because I'd cum inside of her enough times to give birth to a football team. Lord knows that I didn't want that bitch having my baby. I made a note to ask about pills the next day. I texted Selene one more time when I got home. That's when I knew that all was not right anymore. She had gotten her number changed. FUCK! When she finally came to work, she all but walked through me. It was like I wasn't even there. If I would walk into a room, she would leave. If I tried to talk to her, she turned around and started a conversation with someone else. I thought that she might thaw over the next couple of weeks, but I was wrong. Tension between us had grown so thick that it became hard to breath with both of us in the same room. When she had to talk to me, she barely said a sentence that contained more than 5 words. Our "flirting" had come to a complete halt. I could only surmise that she was pissed at me for some reason. What the hell did I do? I had to find out. I waited for her to go into the supply closet, and I chased her in there. I closed the door behind me. She swung around and faced me, but didn't say a word. Instead, she just glared at me like I shit in her cereal. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked as genuinely as I could. I decided that I needed to be Brian "the good guy" right now instead of Brian "the seducer". I even gave her my best puppy dog face. She was not thawing. In fact, she just sat there, staring at me with eyes filled with mirth. "I need to get back to work Brian." She said in a nonchalant, monotone voice. She then brushed past me, opened the door, and left me in there in utter confusion. I tried to engage her in conversation, but the bitch just kept side stepping me and ignoring me. I was beginning to get pissed. Luckily, I was able to get Wilma to give me a blowjob in one of the bathrooms. I got off, but my heart wasn't really in it. Wilma noticed this. "What's wrong baby?" she asked me in a voice that sounded alarmingly like a girlfriend's voice. She lovingly touched my cheek. I think she was trying to be comforting, but it was having the opposite effect. These were the signs that let me know that our playtime was coming to an end. It was about that time for us to have that "talk" and part ways. I had to put that on hold for a minute, because I needed her. I decided that I could use her to find out what's going on with Selene. "I'm sorry freckles (that's what I called her. She loves that shit). I'm just a little confused. Have you noticed that Selene is treating me like I have leprosy? I tried to talk to her, but she keeps blowing me off." I watched Wima's face cloud over with jealousy when I mentioned Selene. Her eyes bore holes into mine for a few seconds. That's when I knew that it was time for me to end this shit with her. "Why would you care if Selene is mad at you or not? I'm the one with your DICK IN MY MOUTH!" She screamed the last sentence so loud that it was echoing off of the walls. I know that they could hear us outside of the bathroom. I began damage control. I had to calm this volatile bitch down. "Freckles, calm down. I just wanted to know what I did to her. We have to work together and it's hard when she is ignoring me. You have no reason to be jealous over Selene (Yeah right). You are the only person that is getting the loving from me." I conveniently left out the words "on this floor". It was implied though. Her face lit up and she kissed me ON THE MOUTH! It took everything in me not to gag. I knew where that mouth was not more than 5 minutes ago. "I'll find out baby." She said with a wink. With that she left the bathroom. I don't know what Wilma said Selene, but I thought I hit the jackpot when I saw her waiting for me at my car. I smiled to myself as I casually made my way over there. "And here I thought my car couldn't look any better. Now I know that it isn't nearly as hot as it is when you are standing next to it." I gave her my flirty smile. I expected her to laugh and flirt back. What I got was like a bucket of cold water thrown in my face. She just stood there glaring at me with ice cold eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest. My smile froze on my face. She wasn't here to repair our relationship. She had something on her mind that she needed to get out. Suddenly, I was angry. "Selene, what the fuck! Why are you being such a bitch?" I spit the words out at her. I couldn't hold off my frustrations anymore. I'd chased this bitch for the better part of a year, and now I was done. I was not going to be her lapdog anymore. "Are you fucking Wilma, Brian?" She finally asked. That was honestly the last thing I expected her to ask. I smirked at her and nodded my head knowingly. This bitch was jealous. "What's it to you?" I asked confidently. She didn't say anything. She just glared at me. I leaned in and softly asked, "Are you jealous?" Her head jerked back when I said that. Then, she gave me a half smile, like what I said just amused her. "Is that what you think this is about?" Once again, I was thrown for a loop. I didn't know what to think. She stood there looking at me, like I was a dumb kid that didn't understand. FUCK THIS BITCH! "WHAT THE FUCK TO YOU WANT FROM ME SELENE?" She suddenly became serious again. "I want you to stop fucking Wilma, Brian. She's going through a tough time in her marriage right now. What you and her are doing is making it worse." Her face softened. For a minute I saw the Selene that I'd spent so much time pursuing. She looked at me like she was hoping that I was understanding what she was saying. "She actually thinks that you are in love with her. She told me that she hopes that she can leave her husband to be with you." I don't know what came over me at this point. I think I was actually more hurt that she wasn't jealous than I cared to admit. Whatever it was that took over my mind, it made me not give a fuck. I know that I was SUPPOSED to feel bad at this point. Maybe even be a little remorseful. But I wasn't. Love at First Sight Theory "So?" She looked at me like I was Lucifer himself. I didn't care anymore. Fuck her and fuck Wilma. I brushed her off with a shrug and walked past her. I was done pretending for this stuck up bitch. It was obvious that whatever chance I had to fuck her was gone, so I didn't need the "good guy" mask anymore. "You know Brian, you are a piece of shit." I heard her say from behind me. I opened my car door to get in my car. Selene pushed it closed and slipped between me and the car. She obviously wasn't done yet. "You prance around this hospital, with your war stories and your arrogant attitude, and you act like you have the right to screw with lives. You stick your little dick in anything and anyone, and you don't give a shit about the people you hurt." Her words were packed with venom. If I was still interested in fucking her, I may have set back. But now this bitch was in my rearview. "Look Selene. What I do is none of your fucking business. I can fuck who I want, when I want. If I want to fuck her in the ass, I will. In fact I have. Numerous times. That dumb bitch even gave me a blowjob in the bathroom this afternoon. So why don't you run home to your pussy ass husband and............" That's as far as I got before the bitch cold cocked me. She actually punched me! She didn't slap me or push me. She didn't even punch me like a girl. She knuckled up and hit me so hard that I actually saw stars! "Don't you EVER talk about my husband you FUCK!" I stood there stunned. I couldn't believe that such a hit could come from such a little body. "You aren't HALF the man my husband is. Don't mistake my temporary insanity for any confirmation that you are even in his league." With that , she spit at me and walked off. "FUCK YOU BITCH!" I yelled at her retreating figure. I realized that the pain in my jaw was not going away. How hard did that bitch hit me? She stopped and turned. "By the way, I did get the text of your dick. I have to say though, after all that talk, I was disappointed. After what I get from my husband every night, I wasn't too impressed with yours." With that she was gone. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My jaw hurt. If I wasn't stunned, I might have hurt that bitch. But I gotta say, I like her balls......... Suddenly, I heard a loud SMASH! I turned around to see a crazy guy with a baseball bat going all Hank Aaron on my pride and joy. "What the fuck dude!" I yelled at him as he took another swing. BANG! "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I screamed at him. He stopped and looked at me through soulless eyes. His face was stained with tears. As I looked at him, I saw emptiness. What I saw was an empty shell of a man. "You need to get the fuck away from my car!" He didn't even answer me. Instead, he just started busting the shit out of my car again. He was working on my windshield, putting spider web cracks in it. I ran at him to tackle him, but this fucker turned on me and started beating me like John Phoenix in "Signs". I tried to protect my face, but he hit my ribs. When I tried to protect my ribs, he hit my face. Pretty soon I was on the ground, fighting to stay conscious. "You took her away from me you ASSHOLE and you don't even care about her!" He cried in between swings. That's when I realized who he was. He was Wilma's husband. "I heard everything that you said to that woman! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME? HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO HER?" The last thing I remember is him kicking me in the face. EPILOGUE: I spent the week in the hospital. I had two broken ribs, a cracked skull, and a broken nose. I also had a fractured jaw, but that asshole didn't hit me in the jaw. I got that courtesy of Selene. Police arrested Wilma's husband. In fact, they had to put him on suicide watch. The bastard was constantly saying that he had nothing else to live for. Wilma came to visit me when I was laid up. I thought that she was going to pamper me back to health, but she didn't. Her husband told her everything that I said to Selene. Heartbroken wasn't even the right word for what she was. She was just plain broken. "Selene told me to stay away from you. She said that you were just a predator. I told her that you loved me. I DEFENDED YOU! Now, I have no marriage. My kids think that I'm a slut, and my husband is facing trial." I couldn't look at her. Her eyes were so full of pain. "Why Brian? What did I do for you to destroy me like this?" I couldn't answer her. I said nothing to her as she left the room. She quit the next day. Selene was transferred to another floor. I was relieved at that. I couldn't stand to look at her. She was the only person that I broke my rules for. I should have moved on from her. But I kept chasing her. I still think I had chance of nailing her. I found out later that my picture was actually the thing that ruined my chances. I knew that it was a bad idea. I tried to drive a wedge between her and her old man, and I drew them closer together. Another funny thing about karma is this. That night that I fucked Wilma in her backseat was the night that her husband first suspected her of having an affair. He went out to her car to get the car seat because he needed it the next day. He found the car smelling like sex, the wet spot on the seat, and the car seat in the trunk. It's ironic that I got caught and beat up because I was too selfish to fuck her in my own car. When he confronted Wilma about it, she told him that she was in love with me, and that I was going to be with her once she was divorced. She told him that I was her one true love. It was love at first sight. I didn't get fired, but I only lasted a few more months. Word spread about me and Wilma like wildfire. No one wanted to be around me. I was like a pariah. I think that Selene was the one to tell everyone, but I'm not sure. I saw her sitting at a table in the cafeteria with a bunch of nurses from her new floor. They all were looking at me with disgust as they talked to her. She didn't even have the decency to pretend like she wasn't talking about me. Eventually, I turned in my two weeks notice and got a job at another hospital. I tried to put Selene and Wilma behind me, but I never forgot them. The real life Tony and Selene (of course I changed their names) are still happily married. She says that she learned a lot about herself during this time. They went to counseling and she learned how to have confidence in herself without needing to be chased. She openly admits that she was a very shallow and vain person, and she realized the prize that she has in Tony. There was one time where me and my wife were at a picnic with them, and I jokingly asked him "How does it feel to be married to a woman who is too good for you?" Without hesitation, Selene said, "How would he know that? His wife is the one who hit the jackpot!" I know some people would've liked me to burn her in this story, but she truthfully didn't deserve that. They have been married for 16 years.