54 comments/ 19250 views/ 7 favorites Nobody Done No Wrong By: Just Plain Bob I met her at the wedding reception held following the ceremony that joined my brother Sam and his longtime girlfriend Samantha. I knew at least two-thirds of the people there, but there was this one girl (woman actually) that I'd never seen before. I'll say upfront that she was not drop dead gorgeous and that as soon as I saw her it was love (or lust) at first sight, but there was something about her that attracted me. When I was able to separate Sam from the throng of well-wishers I asked him who she was. He told me that the woman was one of Samantha's cousins. "Her name is Annabelle Sims. Why are you asking about her?" "I don't know bro. There is just something about her that attracts me." "Take my word for it Jake; the two of you are not a fit. You are just a little too carefree and Annie is as somber as they come. She isn't anything at all like the girls you are used to." "Maybe that's a good thing Sam. Things haven't gone all that well with the girls I'm used to. Maybe what I need is a change in direction." As I spoke those words I thought back on past relationships and how they turned out. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I met Mary Alice Reardon at the start of the eleventh grade when she transferred in from an out of state high school. He was a sexy little thing and when she entered our first class of the day and I saw her I instantly fell head over heels for her. When lunch time came and I entered the cafeteria I saw her sitting alone at a table I decided to try and beat the competition and I went over to her table and sat down without even asking her if I could join her. She looked up from what she was reading and the look on her face clearly said "Why are you invading my space?" "I'm sorry for being so forward" I said, "But it is apparent to me that you are going to receive a huge amount of male attention from my fellow students and I saw you sitting here alone as my best chance to be first in line." She gave me a look and then smiled and said, "Being first in line doesn't count for much if there is a line to choose from." "True, but that just means I have to try very hard at making sure you don't want to consider another choice." "So what's your plan?" That was the start of my relationship with MA as she liked to be called. We dated for two months and then I asked her to go steady with me. She said yes and I gave her my letter sweater. We had our eighteenth birthdays while we were on summer vacation (hers was a week later than mine) and as presents we gave each other our cherries a week after she turned eighteen. For the first three months of the twelfth grade we got it on almost every day and between school work and family activities we usually managed to date at least three times a week. Trouble reared its ugly head the week before Thanksgiving. MA and I didn't have the same fourth hour class which ended at eleven fifty-five. Her classroom was closer to the cafeteria than mine so she usually beat me there by five minutes or so. I got there Monday and found Jared Lucciano sitting with her. I saw the look on her face as I approached the table and I read it as "Oh fuck!" Jared didn't leave when I sat down and as I ate my lunch the two of them talked about a class assignment. MA pretty much ignored me and kept talking with Jared while I developed a slow burn. Before I could erupt the lunch bell rang and I got up and left the table and headed for my next class. MA was waiting at the door for me when class let out and she acted like everything was hunky-dory between us so I kept my mouth shut about lunch and drove her home. Her parents both worked and didn't get home until six so MA and I usually went up to her room and played and it as no different that day. We did what we always did. We started out in a sixty-nine with MA on top and then rolled over into the missionary. Once we both got off we got into another sixty-nine with me on top (you don't ever want to be on the bottom when your partner has a pot full of juice – it tends to flow out). Next on the playbill was cowgirl until we both got off and then it was kissy-face and fondling until I was ready again and then it got nasty. One of her girlfriends had told her how great anal sex was so she wanted to try it. She loved it so that is what our last event was every time we played. It was last because she always wanted to shower when we finished. I didn't join her because the one time I did we almost didn't get finished by the time her parents got home. Tuesday the same thing happened and Jared was again sitting with MA. This time however I decided not to be a third wheel and I took a table on the other side of the room. I kept an eye on MA and Jared and, at least to me, it didn't seem like MA even noticed that I didn't join her for lunch. She was waiting for me at the door when school let out and as I walked up to her she said: "Where were you at lunch?" "I didn't want to intrude on you and your guy so I sat on the other side of the room." "My guy? You are my guy." You sure wouldn't know it from the way you were at lunch yesterday." "Yesterday? What about yesterday?" "You totally ignored me. Spent all of your time talking to Jared." "So what? We have this stupid class assignment and we are helping each other." I shrugged and let it go. I drove her home and we went inside and played as we usually did, but with a bit of a change. She wanted to do anal first and I was going to say no? We did it and then MA washed my cock off and sucked me hard and then she wanted to do anal again. More cock washing and then anal for a third time. I wondered what was up with that. Not that I was going to complain. Wednesday when I got to the cafeteria Jared was again sitting with MA and I again took a table on the other side of the room and as far as I could tell MA didn't even notice that I was in the room. I didn't meet her to drive her home because Wednesday was when the Chess Club met. Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday and I didn't drive her home because Thursday was when she attended the meeting of the Classical Music Society. Friday she was alone when I got to the cafeteria and I joined her. She did not comment on my not seeing her for two days or say that she missed me. What she did say was: "I've got some bad news. I have to break our date tonight. My Aunt Ruth is coming to town and we are going to have a family dinner and visit. I tried to get out of it, but my dad wouldn't let me. He said since we only see Aunt Ruth once a year I had to be there." I told her that I understood that family comes first and that I'd give her a call on Saturday. Since my date with MA was off I decided that it would be a good time for me to go visit my cousin Lou. I called and he told me to come on over. The way to his house took me through town and I was caught by the light at Third. I was sitting there waiting for the light to change when I saw MA and her Aunt Ruth walking into the Starbucks on the other side of the street. I thought that it was weird that Aunt Ruth looked so much like Jared Lucciano that they could be twins. I was just a tad pissed and I spent a few seconds thinking I should find a place to park and then follow them into Starbucks and confront them. But I didn't. Why bother. She was a lying back stabbing bitch and I wouldn't ever be able to trust her again so when the light changed I continued on to Cousin Lou's place. Saturday I half expected MA to call me and ask me what time I would be over to pick her up, but I wasn't at all surprised when she didn't call on either Saturday or Sunday. Monday for some reason I got to the cafeteria before MA and was sitting alone at a table when she came in. She went through the line and then joined me. "Hi baby. I missed you over the weekend. Why didn't you call?" "I knew that your Aunt Ruth would be taking up most of your time and I didn't want to interfere. The visit go off okay?" "Yeah. It was really good to see her." We talked about the upcoming senior prom and other school matters before having to go to class. She was waiting at the door when school let out and as soon as she got in the car she slid over next to me and kissed me. She put her hand on the lump in my trousers (she might have been a lying cheat, but she was a sexy lying cheat and I was a red blooded male) and said: "I've missed this baby. We need to make up for some lost time when we get to my place." And we did. I was pissed at her, but what eighteen year old guy was going to pass up willing pussy? MA and I were done, but she just didn't know it yet. I would hang with her until I could line up another date for the prom and then she was history. Over the next three weeks MA broke two dates with me and whether it was to go out with Jared or some other guy I never knew, but then I really didn't care either. I kept my eyes open looking for a chance to find a date for the fast approaching prom. I'd go with MA if I had to, but I really really really wanted to be mean about it and dump her before the prom. Luck was with me. Pauline French caught her boyfriend with his hand up Nancy Wilde's skirt and she very publically broke up with him. I asked her if she now needed a date for the prom and she said yes so I asked her to go with me. "I thought you would be taking Mary Alice." "I will if I have to, but I'd just as soon not." This of course piqued her curiosity and so I told her about 'Aunt Ruth's' visit. Once she heard the story she said she would love to go to the prom with me. That afternoon after driving MA home and playing in her bedroom I asked her for my letter sweater telling her I had two more devices to sew on it. She got it out of the closet, handed it to me and I fucked her for the last time and went home. The next day at school Pauline spread the word that she was going to the prom with me and word of course reached MA. When I reached the cafeteria that day MA was sitting at a table alone, but when I came through the line I didn't join her. I took a table on the other side of the room. She waited maybe five minutes before getting up and coming over to me and sitting down at my table. She went right to it. "Why didn't you come sit with me and what's this bullshit about you taking Pauline to the prom? "I didn't join you at your table because I didn't want to sit with you and my taking Pauline to the prom isn't bullshit. She caught Bert cheating on her and she dumped him so she needed a date for the prom. Since I'm dumping you I also needed a date for the prom so I asked her and she said yes." She started at me for several seconds and then said, "You are dumping me? Why?" "I don't need a girlfriend that I can't trust and by lying to me you have shown that I can't trust you so you and I are through." "I've never lied to you!" "See? There you go lying to me again." "I am not lying!" "See? There's another one. Remember that date you broke with me because your Aunt Ruth came to town? I saw you that night going into Starbuck's with your Aunt Ruth. I was amazed at how much your Aunt Ruth looked like Jared Lucciano. The only reason I've stayed with you since that night was that I needed a date for the prom. Now that Pauline has agreed to go to the prom with me I don't need you anymore." "But what about me? It is too close to the prom for me to find a date." "Not my problem" I said as I had finished eating my lunch I got up and left MA sitting there. Pauline and I had a great time at the prom and the sex following the after prom parties was awesome, but we really didn't 'click' as a couple and we parted as friends after a friends with benefits relationship that lasted until we both headed off to college in the fall. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I didn't date much during the first term because I was just too damned busy acclimating to college life. By second term I had a handle on it and I started dating more. I didn't find anyone that 'called out to me' so I didn't get into any steady relationships. Not until my first term in my sophomore year. I was at a kegger at the Delta G house when my eyes fell on a beautiful redhead who seemed to be alone. A very rare thing for a female at a frat house. The thing was that she didn't look all that happy to be there. Not being at all shy I walked up to her and said: "You don't look like a happy camper sweets. Allow me to introduce myself. Jake Wilson. I forgot and left my cards on my dresser, but they read "Jake Wilson; rescuer of damsels in distress." The scowl on her face softened into a half smile and she said, "And what is it that makes you think I am a damsel in distress?" "You have been standing here looking pissed for about five minutes and you haven't taken even one sip of the drink you are holding." "I am that obvious?" "Indeed you are. What is the problem and how may I assist you?" "My problem is that the clown who brought me to this affair has disappeared on me. I'd leave, but I'm pretty much stuck here because he drove and I don't know anyone else who is here that I could bum a ride from." I wasn't a member of the fraternity – I was there as a guest, but I knew enough about the house and its members to know that the steady stream of guys going up the stairs meant that they had a girl up there who was pulling a train. I had no doubt that was where her date was. "You know me now pretty lady so tell me where you would like to be taken and I'll get you out of here." She looked at me for several seconds and then said, "Jake Wilson can take Mellissa Waters to 4995 Golden Valley Trail." I offered her my arm, she set down her drink and we headed out the door. As I headed for the address she had given me she said, "So tell me Jake Wilson; do you do this sort of thing often?" "Truthfully pretty lady? You are my first." "Why me?" "I have a thing for beautiful redheads." That was the start of a relationship that lasted for almost seven months. The relationship ended when Mellissa pulled a Mary Alice on me. She broke a date with me, lied about the reason and was seen with another guy. It broke my heart to let her go because she was the closest thing to a nymphomaniac I'd ever met. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After I dumped Mellissa I stayed away from girls for a couple of months before starting to date again. I dated a lot, but never allowed myself to get into a steady relationship. Not until mid-term of my junior year. My last class of the day let out at five and when I got to the parking lot I saw a girl trying to get the spare tire out of the trunk of her car. I noticed that her left rear tire was flat so I went over and said: "Let me help you with that." She looked at me and said, "Thank you. I didn't realize that the damned thing was so hard to get out." Whoever had been the last to use the spare had tightened the wing nut holding the spare in so tight that even I had trouble getting it out. I finally got the spare out and changed the tire for the girl. I had no ulterior motive for helping the girl; just doing a good deed. When I finished she said: "How about I buy you dinner for helping me?" She was pretty good looking and all I was looking at was going back to my apartment, fixing something for myself and then eating alone so I said, "I'd like that." I followed her to the Olive Garden on Suffolk and we got a table and settled in and then ordered before making conversation. Her name was Marsha Dahlman and she wasn't a college student. She worked at the DMV and had taken off from work to do her roommate a favor. She had been at the college dropping off some papers that her roomie had gone off and forgotten when she left for school that morning. By the time dinner was over I had a date with Marsha for Friday. Why I allowed myself to fall into a relationship with Marsha given my last two relationships I haven't a clue, but fall into one I did. It was six weeks before we had sex for the first time and it seemed that I had found myself another sex fiend. Things rocked along and just before the end of my junior year Marsha's roommate had a death in the family and went back to Iowa for the funeral. She never came back and Marsha couldn't afford the apartment on her own. I said no problem just move in with me and she did. Things were going great and I was thinking "If this is what marriage is like I could get into it" and I started thinking about getting a ring and proposing. Over the summer vacation I'd gotten a job as an intern at XYZ Corporation and I was up and out of the apartment by seven and didn't get home until after six. When I got home Marsha usually had dinner ready and life was good. I decided that it was time for me to get a ring and take a knee in front of Marsha. One day in mid-August I decided to go home for lunch. Marsha picked the same day to go home for lunch, but she didn't go home alone. I walked in on her 'lunch break' and took in the scene in front of me. The guy looked at me like he thought I was going to attack, but just said: "Have all of your shit out of here before I get home tonight" and then I turned and left the apartment. She was gone when I got home at six and I never spoke to her again. The one thing I did do was promise myself to never ever again to have anything to do with a female whose name started with an M. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I dated some during my senior year and managed to get laid enough to keep me from going bat shit crazy and I did keep my promise to myself and never did date a girl whose name started with M even though it was cutting off my nose to spite my face. I mean hey; there are a lot of foxy ladies out there whose names started with an M, but I was gun shy and I stayed away from them. After graduation I went to work full time with XYZ and I met some ladies that I played with, enough to keep the rust out of the pipes, but didn't find a girl that I wanted to get into a relationship with. There were a lot of girls I liked enough to date, but none of them gave me that 'special spark" that made me want to get into anything deep with them Until Sam's wedding reception. I hadn't even spoken to the girl yet, hadn't even looked into her eyes, but Miss Annabelle Sims was having an effect on me. I socialized with family and friends while I thought of finding a way to meet Miss Sims without making myself look like a dunce. I could have just asked Sam or Samantha to introduce me, but that to me would seem too contrived and might make Miss Sims think that Sam or Sammi might be trying to play matchmaker. That thought could lead to her think "What is wrong with this doofus that makes them want to push him on someone." Besides, I didn't think Sam would do it anyway. He had already made it clear that he didn't think we were right for each other and knowing him as well as I did I knew he wouldn't want to be a party to something that he felt was wrong. I had just about decided to risk being shot down when Sammi came up to me. "Got a minute Jake?" "For you? Always." "I have someone I'd like you to meet." "For business or pleasure?" "For me." "Okay Sammi; for you anything." She led me over to Miss Annabelle Sims and introduced us. As I shook her hand I looked into her eyes and felt a tingle run up and down my spine. Sammi said, "You two have fun" and she walked away to talk to other guests. "Do you think we can" Miss Sims asked me. "Can what?" Nobody Done No Wrong "Have fun together." "I guess the answer to that question has to be that we won't know unless we try." "Well for a start we can try dancing. The band is quite good. You can dance can't you?" "I can." "I wondered. You haven't danced since you got here." My ears perked up at that. She had been watching me? Why? She must have read the expression on my face because she said, "I saw you when you arrived and I noticed that you were alone. I had to ask myself why such an attractive man was alone at a party like this. I asked Samantha about you and then asked her to introduce us." The band had just come back from a break and so I said, "Sammi did tell us to have fun so let's try" and I led her out onto the dance floor. We moved like we were made as a pair and we danced damned near every dance until the reception was over. I asked Annie if she would like to meet somewhere for coffee and she suggested the Waffle House on Fourth. We sat and talked for an hour and I learned that she was an only child and that her parents were dead. She was a CPA for Apollo Industries, was allergic to animal hair, was a big fan of Dixieland and bluegrass music, could not stand rap or hip-hop and preferred action movies over chic flicks. Her idea of a quiet night at home was to curl up on the couch with a good book. What she learned about me was that I was an animal lover – dogs and cats – and was in fact looking for a Siberian Husky since my last dog had passed due to old age. She learned that I didn't care at all for bluegrass because all of the singers seemed to have whiney voices and half the words didn't make sense. I liked classical music and golden oldies and my idea of a quiet evening at home was to not be there. I'd rather be out bowling, shooting eight ball at Bud's Bar or tossing darts in the dart league at Shorty's Bar and Grill. As we talked I realized that Sam had it pegged. We were really not a fit. Despite all the differences she did say yes when I asked her for a date. The first date went well and so did the second, third, fourth and fifth. I behaved myself because I didn't want to do anything that might scare her away. I knew that she had to know that I was interested in her – very interested – because of the hardness she'd felt every time we danced. We had kissed and necked, but I had always kept my hands from where they wanted to go. I kept wanting to make a move, but I was scared to. I don't know how much longer things would have gone on like that if Annie hadn't taken the bull by the horns. We were necking in the parking lot at her apartment when Annie broke the kiss and said: "Do you ever plan on doing any more than what we are already doing?" I knew what she was asking, but still afraid of doing something wrong I said: "What do you mean?" "You know damned well what I mean Jake. I want more out of this relationship than I'm getting and if you don't feel the same way I need to know and I need to know it now." There are times when you have to stop being afraid and man up and this was one of those times. I laid it all out for her. How I felt and what my fears were. She looked at me like she thought I was brain dead and then said: "You stupid, stupid man. Do you realize how much time we have wasted because of that?" She opened the door to get out of the car and I just sat there and watched while I thought, "Way to go Jake. You just had to go and fuck things up didn't you." Once she was out of the car she leaned back in and said; "Are you coming or not?" Miss Annabelle Sims was a tiger in the sack. She did it all and she let me know that she expected a hundred and ten percent from me. She got a hundred and five and seemed to settle for it. When I was completely drained and she couldn't get me up again I got up and started to get dressed and she asked: "What are you doing?" "Getting dressed to go home." "Get your butt back on this bed. I'm not done with you yet. We'll get a good night's rest and then see what you can do in the morning," I wisely let my trousers hit the floor and then climbed in next to her. For the next three months we dated several times a week and the dates usually ended up in her bed or mine. I'd been thinking on it for a while so one evening I put it out there. "Why are we wasting money on two apartments when we could be paying for just one?" "Is that a proposal of some kind?" "Well the thought was to move in and live together long enough to see if you could stand to have me around 24/7, but I willing to go straight to the ring and knee thing if you would rather." "I would rather." We decided on a simple civil ceremony and then a big party for family and friends. Sam and Sammi went with us to act as witnesses although Sammi did bitch at having to miss a day at work to do it. I told her to hush up. "It is your punishment for putting us together in the first place." "And for that you owe me big time and don't you ever forget it." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Annie and I gave up our apartments, leased a condo and started saving for a house. We talked about kids and decided to wait a while. We wanted some time to see and do things before settling down and we wanted to be a little more financially secure before taking that step. The first four years were great. We went places and did things. We took vacations in Mexico, England and Spain. Annie and I were both doing well in the corporate world and we were financially stable and I brought up having children again. Annie said she wanted to hold off a little longer. She was busting her butt to become the next vice president of finance and she didn't need the distraction that pregnancy would bring. I guessed that I could understand that some. I was climbing the ladder at XYZ and it was taking more and more of my time. I'd moved up from account rep to team leader and then to supervisor. From supervisor I'd moved to manager and as a manager I'd done well enough that I was being considered for the director's slot when Phil Gibbons retired. "What the hell" I thought, "We are still young enough we can wait a while longer. A couple of more years went by and both of us worked hard at becoming successes, but it came at a cost. Annie and I were spending more time away from each other than we were spending with each other. We didn't go places and do things with each other anymore. We hadn't been on a vacation in three years. Work seemed to interfere with everything. Annie's job was requiring more and more travel as she went from one corporate office to another performing audits. Our eighth anniversary found her in Chicago and she was in Detroit on our ninth. She was in Memphis on her birthday and in Tampa on mine. Even when she was at home and we had plans to do something half the time I would get a call saying that a problem had come up and she would be late. Out tenth anniversary was the last straw for me. We both had to work that day, but we were going to meet at Maxim's for dinner and then go to the Grotto for drinks and dancing. Our reservation was for seven and I got there early and arranged for the diamond bracelet I'd purchased for an anniversary gift to be delivered with the dessert. Seven came and went with no Annie. At seven-thirty I called her cell and got her voicemail. At eight still no Annie so I got up and went home. At ten-thirty I went to bed – alone! Something woke me up and I glance at the clock. It read two-thirty. The something that woke me up was Annie getting undressed to come to bed. She smiled at me and I scowled at her, turned my back to her and tried to go back to sleep. Annie got into bed and moved to snuggle up to me and her hand reached for my cock, but I moved away from her and snarled at her. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I eventually fell asleep, but I didn't sleep all that well. When the alarm woke me up I went down into the kitchen and put on the coffee. I was pouring my first cup when Annie came into the room. What she said set the tone for what followed. Not Good morning honey but: "What was with the Grumpy Gus attitude last night?" "Where were you last night?" "I went out with some of the girls from work to celebrate." "You went out with people from work to celebrate our anniversary?" "No silly. To celebrate my promotion. You are looking at the new VP of Finance." I stared at her for a few seconds and then shook my head as I said out loud to myself, "Unfucking real." "What does that mean?" "You completely forgot that yesterday was our anniversary and you were supposed to meet me at Maxim's at seven? And then to compound things you couldn't even be bothered to call me and tell me why you weren't going to show. You couldn't even call me and ask me to come and celebrate with you?" As I said that I saw the expression that came over her face and I read it all too well. "Why is the asshole trying to ruin my moment of achievement?" At that very instant I knew what the future had in store. Now that she was VP of Finance she would work just as hard to become Chief Financial Officer or maybe even CEO of the fucking company. Bottom line, if the previous day was an indication, I was going to be an after-thought if she thought of me at all. I had to ask myself if I was willing to go on the way we had been going and the answer I got was no. Our life wasn't bad. We got along. There was affection there, but there didn't seem to be an abiding love, at least not on Annie's part. We had sex a couple of times a week, but all it was – at least all it seemed to be to me – was fucking. There didn't seem to be any love in it on Annie's part. So even though our life wasn't bad it wasn't anywhere near what I wanted for myself. I made up my mind to seek an attorney's advice. I found out that things would be fairly easy if Annie didn't fight things, but then why would she? She would be freed up to concentrate on her quest. We had never gotten a home and were still leasing the condo. We each had retirement plans and 401ks. True, she was making more than I was with her new promotion, but all that meant is that I wouldn't be paying any alimony. All we had to do was split what we had fifty/fifty and walk away. She would keep her car and I'd keep mine. She would keep her retirement and 401k and I'd keep mine. She would keep her personal things and I'd keep mine. We would split what we had in the bank and it would be over. I do admit that I was somewhat disappointed when I brought the subject up to Annie and all I got from her was "That would probably be for the best." I paid the lawyer and court costs, things were split and it was over. As I left the court room I remembered the words of a George Straight song: "No fault no blame, nobody done no wrong. That's just the way it sometimes goes. Sometimes two people just don't get along. It's time to hit the road Farewell, so long, via condios, goodbye Wish you well, take it slow Easy come girl, easy go."