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Rainy Day People

By: StangStar06



"Well, at least I got a foot into the stirrup" I thought as I looked around the crowded room.

For 2 years now, since my divorce had been finalized, most of my friends on both sides of the sexual war had been urging me to get back in the saddle. This place seemed too busy and far too stressful for me to even consider staying for this speed dating party.

There were more men and women here than the hotel's safety codes would allow. People were crammed in like sardines, with barely enough room to move. Almost the entirety of human society was represented here; there were people of every shape, size and ethnic strata. Only one thing united this teeming mass of humanity and that was the fact that nearly all of them were individuals, who didn't want to be. They all succumbed to the drive to blend with another. Nature seemingly made us with one glaring flaw, the need for company and to find the perfect mate. Most of these people were almost desperate to find their other half. The rest just wanted some pussy.

A quick scan around the room to try and locate my wingman Greg proved fruitless and I'd decided to retreat to the safety and solitude of my apartment when I saw her. 

She sat at the bar with another woman, she looked almost as nervous as I was. I saw and felt a lot of things in that brief instance of eye contact. In my head I heard the opening line to "True Blood's" theme song. It goes "When you came in, the air went out"; and it did because I stopped breathing for the duration of our eye lock. In an instant we lived our entire lives. I saw our meeting, courtship, engagement, wedding, the births of our children then our retirement, and finally the two of us buried side by side flash through my brain. Love in a microcosm, it had never happened to me before or since. It was both a miracle and a curse, because as I came to my senses I realized how ridiculous it was.

Just as I took my first step towards the door, without even a 2nd glance at the woman, I bumped into Greg.

"Brett, you're going the wrong way" he said to me. "We're here to jump start your life. There's no time for fear, Under-dog is here. Besides, I think someone is already looking at you" he continued pointing at the dark haired woman I'd been obsessing over.

Greg had a table for us already, and we went over to it and sat down. Tables were at a premium here, obviously the organizers had over-booked the event. There was literally nowhere to sit. Almost as soon as we sat down, we noticed the two women making a beeline for our table.

The more forward of the 2, a short chunky red-head with enormous boobs, immediately stepped up and smiled at us.

"Hey" she said.

"Hey yourself" Greg said to her boobs.

Her top was so low cut that it was almost impossible to look anywhere else.

She also looked as if she didn't mind the attention to that part of her anatomy. In this case it was a truly inspired strategy since the rest of her was not nearly as remarkable.

The exchange between her and Greg gave me a chance to look at my dream girl up close. She was tall, maybe 5' 8" or 5" 9" and slender. Way smaller than her friend on top, but any more than a mouthful is wasted. Her tight tummy and heart shaped butt were in a class of their own, but her legs could stop traffic. They were just a tiny bit bigger then you'd expect for her frame, but were just exquisite. Well toned thighs that appeared to be buttery smooth and shapely calves that led into thinner ankles and delicate feet. 

Looking up I saw Raven's wing black hair cut in one of those collar length asymmetric cuts that is longer on one side. As she flipped her hair out of her face I was astounded by her pale gray eyes. She had a few freckles on either side of her upturned nose, and lips that just screamed out to be chewed and licked. They weren't those over-sized fake lips, that all of the movie stars were getting. No collagen injections here; every detail of this woman was real, and perfect. I was so lost in her gaze that I didn't realize that a conversation was going on around me.

I came out of my stupor when Greg punched me on my shoulder.

"What?" I asked.

"Do we mind if they sit down with us?" Greg asked, as if he was talking to a deaf person.

"Oh. Of course not, please do" I sputtered out

"Brett, this is Rae and Timella" Greg supplied.

I remember thinking that their names fit them perfectly.

Rae the walking rack's name was short and to the point, which pretty much fit her.

Timella's name longer, multi-syllable and mysterious and also fit her. But no name could ever do this woman justice. They would literally have to invent a new word just for her, I thought.

After the ladies got settled, the conversation which was carried mostly by Greg and Rae got started.

"So what drags you guys down here?" asked Rae.

"Well I'm here trying to help my bud get his life re-started after his divorce" said Greg. "He needed a little push to get back in the game" he smirked.

"No I didn't" I said quietly, "I just needed some time"

"You've been divorced for 2 years, and haven't gone out once" he said. "His ex wife jumped ship and now plays for the other team. I knew from the first time I met her that bitch was a closeted carpet-muncher"

"Well my friend Timella is just as bad" said Rae

"Timella's a carpet munch, I mean a Lesbian?" sputtered Greg as I looked on in shock. 

"No" laughed Rae "she's a loser magnet" she explained.

"If you drop her into a room full of 200 millionaires and one bum, she'll find the unemployed drunk and fall for him EFT" said Rae.

"EFT?" asked Greg

"Every Fucking Time" laughed Rae. She was rubbing his arm as they spoke and he already had his arm around her.

It was good to see that they were getting along so well. Timella and I were another story. For some reason I just couldn't think of anything to say to her even though I wanted to badly. It was partially because I wanted to think of something so witty that it would make her feel about me the way I felt about her. Then there was the abject fear that whatever I thought was incredibly cool or smart, might come across as being arrogant or just so ass-brained that she didn't want to talk to me at all. If that were to happen I'd be crushed, and suicide might not be off the table.

"High School" she said, and the world exploded around me.

Have you ever been in the middle of a rain-storm and the rain just stops and the clouds part and the sun comes out. That was the feeling I got when Timella spoke.

"High School" she had said. I analyzed the words for every nuance of meaning and subtext. The way she said those two single syllable words spoke volumes. First off there was the accent, it was soft and definitely southern. She stretched those 2 syllables into at least four. The accent was also subdued as if she'd been trying to get rid of it and sound like everyone else in Chicago. Getting rid of that accent would have been akin to painting a red mustache on the Mona Lisa.

All of a sudden I noticed that everyone at the table was looking at me. I'd gotten so lost in hearing her say those two words that it hadn't registered to me that she was trying to make conversation. I also hadn't the slightest idea of what she was talking about, so I didn't know how to respond.

"I'm really sorry" I said, "I just got lost in that wonderful southern accent of yours"

It was a desperate shot, but it was all I had, so I'd thrown it out there.

She smiled and looked away for a second, and then there it was, those gray eyes opened and just beamed at me.

I could tell that my desperate shot had scored at least a minor point.

"This is like High School" she explained. "All of the cool kids running around and hooking up left and right. The rest of us kind of slink off to the sides to hide" she said in a quieter tone.

I couldn't imagine any reason for her to ever hide, she was beautiful and becoming more so with every passing second, and I wasn't drinking yet.

"I don't think you could ever hide" I said.

"Why couldn't I?" she asked.

"Uhm, I just don't think you could" I said, too embarrassed to finish my thought.

This was going better than I thought. She might just like me a little bit.

"Well, since Greg and I aren't actually doing the speed dating thing, we're going to go uhm...." began Rae.

"Next door for coffee" finished Greg, nervously.

They got up and looked at us as if they were unsure they should leave.

"It's really easy" Greg began. 

"When the announcer starts talking, all of the women will be assigned to tables, and the men will stand around the walls while they're given a number" Rae continued.

"The women just sit at their tables, and the guys just go to every table they're sent to until you either meet someone you like or you've been at every table" Greg finished.

"You guys can handle it" said Rae. Then she and Greg left in search of their coffee.

"I don't think they're getting any coffee" said Timella smiling.

"Hunh," I replied getting lost in watching her again.

"Is there some place you'd rather be?" she asked.

"I'm sorry again, but what?" I said quietly.

"You keep zoning out on me, so I was wondering if you're wishing you were somewhere else" she said.

"Right now I can't think of any place I'd rather be" I said seriously.

"Oh so you're into this whole speed dating thing?" she asked.

When she said it even mundane sentences like that just sounded sexy.

"No actually, I think it's a totally stupid thing for someone like me, but I'm sure you'll do great" I hastily assured her.

"Actually, I was thinking that I'd be more comfortable just chucking it and taking a walk, but we can't have much of a conversation if you keep blinking out on me. You know that really isn't a good thing for boosting a girl's confidence" she said sadly.

I stood up and took her hand, and then God damn it, I almost did it again. The smile she gave me was so much like the way she looked in my 5 second vision that I almost got lost again.

"So what kind of name is Timella" I asked as we started towards the door.

We were briefly interrupted as another group of people came into the already over-crowded room.

"I'm glad to be getting out of there" she said.

"We'll stay in sight of the hotel" I said.

"Why can't we go for a walk over there by the waterfront?" she asked.

"Because you don't know me, so it's not really safe. I could be an axe murderer" I said.

"I don't think so" she said smiling.

"But you don't know me" I said in a frustrated voice.

"But I want to" she shot back.

"So what kind of name is Timella?" I asked again.

We stopped and she flashed those gray eyes at me and pursed those lips. I could feel certain parts of my anatomy becoming more rigid. Just what I needed, I thought, a woman who could give me a boner just by looking at me.

"Well my dad's name is Tim" she began.

"And your mom's name is Ella" I finished for her, trying not to hold in my laughter.

"Go ahead and laugh" she said. "Everyone starts out thinking it's some mysterious, sexy, ethnic name, when actually it's as "Country" as grits and gravy"

"I'd never laugh at you" I said solemnly, and I think she believed me.

We walked a long, meandering circle around the hotel, talking as we went. We had hotdogs and soda from a street vendor and watched homeless people do awesome tricks for a few coins. Through all of this I listened as Timella told me about her life. I'd gotten the accent wrong, it was Tennessee, not Texas. And she was 5' 10" not 5"9" as I'd estimated.

She told me about her series of loser boyfriends and her terrible luck in relationships. And how she'd almost lost faith in men in general. 

"All they want to do is get in your pants then get in your wallet then get in your face. Some of them start out sweet as pie and gradually turn mean, while others start out mean and just become assholes. And all of them, as soon as they've gotten what they want from you, start to treat you shitty" she told me in a frustrated tone of voice.

We rounded the front of the hotel again as she finished her rant.

"Why do we even bother? Sometimes I wish I'd been born a century earlier. A hundred years ago most people didn't have sex until after they were married" she said solemnly.

"We all hope for the fairy tale" I said, "we all want to believe that there is someone out there who will love us and that we can love in return. But in most cases we set ourselves up for failure, because we set up expectations for how we want the person to act, and when they do things differently we're disappointed. We're also kind of shallow, because we expect the person to look a certain way and we refuse to even consider anyone who is less than perfect"

At that point I stopped talking and got quiet, because I realized that I was as guilty as the people I was talking about. I had just gone ape-shit nuts over a woman that I knew nothing about, for no other reason than the fact that she was fucking gorgeous.

"Why do you do that?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, sheepishly.

"We'll be talking and then you're just gone" she said.

"Do you want to know the truth?" I asked.

"Nope. lie to me because more I'm used to that" she said.

"Well, uhm, it's going to sound really corny" I warned her.

She smiled and said "I'm from Tennessee, I'm an expert on corny"

"Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Your mouth is mesmerizing, and sometimes when you talk or your face gets a certain expression, I just get lost in it" I confessed.

She started laughing, and didn't stop until she was doubled over and bumped into me. I had to grab her waist to keep her from falling over on the dirty sidewalk.

Then she looked at me and said "Okay I did say lie to me didn't I"

But when she saw the look on my face she stopped laughing and held her hand over her mouth.

"You really meant that didn't you?" she asked.

"Every word" I said sadly.

"But I'm just another tall, lanky girl with barely any boobs!" she exclaimed. "All the guys like Rae. I've got enough issues to fill a magazine rack, and a lot of guys get upset because I don't put out until I know someone"

Just then my cell phone and hers decided to ring at the same time. 

"Hello" I said.

She smiled and said "Hello" into her phone a few seconds later.

After we were each informed by our friends that not only was the date over, that they were pissed at us for leaving, we started walking towards the hotel. I loved her cell phone ring tone, it was something old and almost familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. 

I asked her what the song was and she smiled again, and told me it was a song by an old folk singer named Gordon Lightfoot. The song was called "Rainy Day People" and it was her very favorite song and had been for as long as she could remember.

As we walked quickly back to the hotel, she grabbed my hand and I was in heaven.

"Would you like to continue our conversation sometime?" she asked. "I mean you never did get to the punch line of your joke"

"What joke?" I asked, slowing down.

"You know all the stuff about my eyes" she hinted.

"I would love to" I said seriously.

She took my phone from my pocket, causing my entire body to tingle. Then she punched out a phone number and called it. From the depths of her purse I heard the cheerful yet sad tones of the song.

"Well you can call me whenever you'd like now" she said handing the phone back.

As we got back to the front of the hotel we were greeted by the sight of our respective friends. 

"Where the fuck did you disappear to?" snapped Rae. She was definitely not happy.

"Let's book Brett" said an equally pissed yet still smiling Greg.

"Hey why are you so mad?" asked Timella.

"He's such a fucking prick I could scream" yelled Rae "Let's get away from these losers.

"Back at you bitch" snapped Greg

"Fuck you" screamed Rae.

"I already did. Wanna do it again?" smirked Greg. 

Rae ran at Greg as if she would slap him, but Timella grabbed her and held her friend back.

"Rae what's wrong?" she asked.

"This asshole mauled my tits like a high-school boy, then just starts fucking me in the alley like I was some slut. He came inside me, and he didn't even have a fucking condom" she screamed.

"She loved it" snapped Greg. "Notice I said "She" loved it. I didn't feel shit because her pussy is so damn loose I couldn't touch both sides at the same time."

"Because he's got a really tiny dick" screamed Rae, holding her finger up like she had invisible tweezers. "So he decided to fuck me in the ass"

"It was loose too" snapped Greg, "I didn't need lube or anything"

"You weren't complaining" snapped Rae.

"You didn't either bitch" said Greg "bad pussy, and I mean terrible pussy, is still pretty good"

"Maybe that's all your wife gives you" snapped Rae.

"His wife?" said Timella.

"Yes" said Rae "this asshole is married and has a kid. Let's go Timella" she snapped walking away quickly. 

As I turned to follow Greg's laughing form, I looked back and saw Timella.

"Call me" she said, and I knew that I would. I had no choice.

Chapter 2

Brett

When I woke up the next day I was on a mission. I got to my computer, went to iTunes and looked for Gordon Lightfoot. I bought the song "Rainy Day People" and listened to it 12 times. If Timella really loved that song that much then the song would be my approach for wooing her. I also remembered most of the things she'd told me last night about how terrible most of her relationships had been. She'd gone through enough arrogant, cheating and abusive guys that it almost made me ashamed to be male. I couldn't imagine how anyone could treat that woman in particular badly, She was so beautiful. I decided to forego any thoughts of trying to get into her pants for a long time. This was going to be really hard because just thinking about her got my dick harder than a steel pole, but I was going to become her friend first. Everything else would have to wait. I didn't want her to become just another relationship; my goal was to make her my last relationship. So maybe I could even wait until after we were married, or at least engaged, to have sex with her. I knew it sounded crazy after just meeting her, but love doesn't have to make sense.

I also knew that she had to have some issues concerning men, so I vowed to just take my time and work through them, at her pace. I was already sold because after only last night's brief encounter I was sure she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Timella

When I woke up the next morning, I got up and started making the coffee. I knew that Rae was going to be pissed this morning; first, because Rae was not a morning person and secondly because of last night's situation. I hoped that her bad encounter with Greg wouldn't mess up my chances with Brett. Just the little bit of time we spent together already had me thinking some pretty deep thoughts about him. But I kind of suck at picking men so I doubt that he'll even call me back. The ones that do call only seem to want one thing, and once they get it, they always change. Just once I'd like to have a guy really try to get to know me, before he tried to get to know my pussy.

"Shit Timella, will you and that herd of fucking elephants stop stomping around out there. Can't you tell I've got a fucking headache" screamed Rae at the top of her lungs.

I went into her room carrying a tray of coffee and juice with a muffin. When she smelled the food she took the pillow off the top of her head and sat up.

"You're so sweet T" she said. "Maybe I should be after you and not some asshole of a guy"

I shuddered to even think about it. Although I knew that Rae wasn't a lesbian, she was pretty wild and unpredictable, and nothing she did surprised me.


Rainy Day People



"Rae you're just upset about last night" I said quietly.

"Those 2 guys were assholes" she spat between bites of her muffin.

"I don't think Brett was bad" I said quietly.

"Rats of a feather" Rae countered. "He was probably just keeping you busy so his friend could ass-rape me. Next time, he'll be the one who gets to score and Greg will be the wingman. I'll bet you never hear from him again" she spat. "And let's face it T, your luck with guys isn't the best"

I had to admit that was true.

"That bastard last night really fooled me" she began again. "Tricking me into leaving with him"

"Uhm, Rae?" I started quietly "You seemed to be pretty eager to get out of there and leave me last night. It really looked like you were just as ready to go as he was and with your boobs hanging practically out of your top, maybe you gave him the impression that was what you wanted" I finished quickly.

"I can't help it if God gave me big boobs" she said indignantly. "I also can't help it if guys want to look at them"

"No" I said "But you can control what you wear and how much of your boobs that guys get to see."

"So you're saying that I got raped last night because I was dressed like a whore?" she snapped. "You're supposed to be my friend and you're defending my rapist!" she screamed.

"Rae, I'm always on your side" I said calmly, trying to defuse the situation. "But last night wasn't a rape. It just didn't end up the way you wanted it to, so you're angry. He didn't force you, he didn't beat you, things just turned out badly."

Rae just picked sullenly at her muffin without saying anything.

"What made it bad for you Rae? Was it that you found out that he was married?" I asked.

Rae shook her head no. I was shocked. My friend and roommate has no ill feeling over screwing a man that was married to another woman?

"What was it Rae?" I asked again.

"After he got done fucking my ass" she sniffled "He got down on his knees. I thought boy this guy is kinky, he's gonna' lick my pussy with his sperm running out of it. I've heard of that, but no one's ever done it to me. But he started yelling "Hello". I was laughing, and I couldn't figure out what the fuck he was doing, so I asked him, and the bastard said he was listening to see if there was an echo in my pussy" she with venom. "Then he said I forgot, in order to echo the sound had to bounce off of something and the sound would have to travel for at least a couple of miles in there before it would bounce back. I hate that fucker, and his friend is probably no different"

As I turned away from Rae, I heard my phone ringing from the other room. I hoped it wasn't my boss calling me in on my Saturday off. I looked at the display and didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" I said guardedly

"Timella, you probably don't remember me" said a voice.

"Brett" I said happily. "Why wouldn't I remember you?"

This guy has a serious inferiority complex I thought.

"Uhm, I was hoping that we could finish our conversation from last night" he said.

"I would love that" I told him. "Can you hold on while I get a cup of coffee?"

"Well, that would be fine" he said "but I kind of wanted to do it in person"

"Even better" I said excitedly.

Not only had he called me back, he wanted a date! I gave him my address, and told him I'd be ready in 20 minutes. When I told Rae, she frowned at me immediately.

"Why did you tell him 20 minutes?" she asked "that will make him think you're desperate to go out with him"

"I am" I said.

"You know he's probably just going to try to fuck you to make up for not getting any last night" she said.

"He said he wants to talk" I told her.

"Yeah Right" she said "you really must've had some conversation yesterday. Do you really believe that all he wants to do is talk? And there's no way I can be ready in 20 minutes" she snapped.

"Rae, I don't think he invited you" I said.

"There's no way I'm letting you go out with the junior rapist without me" she said firmly. "Is Greg coming?"

"He didn't mention anything about Greg" I replied.

"Well what am I supposed to be doing while you guys are fu...I mean talking?" she asked.

"I don't think he knew you were coming" I said dejectedly.

"Well tough shit" she snapped "I have to be there to protect you"

Rae and I got changed and got ready as quickly as we could. It took us just over a half an hour. I wore a long sleeved T-shirt and shorts, with some tiny sandals. Rae wore a really short skirt and a very low cut sweater. The skirt looked like a belt, and the sweater's neck showed nearly all of her boobs. I don't know why she has to dress like a hooker wherever we go I thought, but I was so excited that I didn't really care.

When we got downstairs Brett was already there. He looked really handsome. He had deep brown eyes and slightly messy brown hair. He had on a sweat shirt from some sports team and cargo shorts. 

"Where's your car? We're not driving just so you can save gas money" snapped Rae. "If you want to go out with us, you're going to have to pay. And treat us like fucking ladies should be treated"

"Good Morning" Brett beamed at me with a big smile. He completely ignored Rae's tirade. "Good Morning Rae"

"Where's your fucking car?" she snapped.

Brett led us over to his Mustang GT. The car looked great though I don't know anything about cars. He held the seat forward so Rae could get into, or at least attempt to get into, the cars tiny back seat.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get in there?" she asked.

"Well, Timella's legs are far too long for her to fit back there" he said.

""Why does this car even have a back seat?" whined Rae. "There's no way a grown person can fit back here"

Brett had to move the seat all the way forward so Rae could squeeze in. Then he slid the seat back, so I could get in. Finally Rae turned sideways and put her legs across the leather seat as if she was sitting on a couch, and Brett slid the seat all the way back to give me room to stretch my legs out in front.

Brett and I were comfortable, but I wasn't so sure about Rae.

"Where's Greg?" asked Rae.

"Uhm...at home with his family" said Brett quietly.

As Brett drove off, the car's sudden acceleration pressed me back into the leather seat. The car's power was surprising, but the sensation was very enjoyable. I could understand why people, men especially, could fall in love with a car like this.

I had a sudden urge to hold Brett's hand, but I resisted even though I wanted to badly. My intention was to take things very slowly because I really wanted this one to work out. He was special to me already.

We drove down towards the river front, very close to where we'd talked last night. 

Brett pulled into a parking lot, and came around to open the door for me. As he took my hand to help me out I felt electricity pass between us at his touch. I knew from that first contact that we were meant to be together. All of a sudden my brain just stopped functioning and I saw the future with us together in it. Two things brought me out of my pleasant little day dream.

The first was Brett gently smiling at me and asking me where I was. As I looked into those dreamy brown eyes I almost went back. 

The 2nd and less pleasant thing was Rae's grating voice.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?" she screamed.

I slid the seat forward and took her hand and pulled her out of the car. All of those Britney Spears stories came to me as she kicked a leg out of the car and showed everyone present that she was not wearing anything under her skirt.

"Rae" I said exasperatedly.

"What?" she snapped. "It's your fault for not giving me time to get ready"

Brett had busied him-self with getting something out of the car's miniscule trunk.

He wrapped something that looked like a giant towel around one shoulder. Then he took a large case out of the trunk and finally he got a big cooler out. He pointed to top of a gentle hill that over looked the water. A large willow tree there provided shade from the summer sun. As we walked towards the top of the hill, my senses were alive and buzzing. Brett spread out the towel which turned out to be a relatively large beach blanket. Then he opened the case, it was some kind of modern-day picnic basket. He took out all kinds of food. There was chicken, "I didn't fry it" he smiled. There was fruit. There were cold cuts and chips. The cooler had juice, water, soda, and even a chilled bottle of wine.

Then he flipped the case upside down and it doubled as a small table to keep the glasses steady on the uneven surface.

He put down a nice cushion for me to sit on, it was so romantic, I almost cried.

Only one thing ruined it.

Rae started whining almost from the beginning and never stopped.

"I can't believe you didn't bring any fucking beer" she snapped.

"And why are there only two of everything; what if I need seconds of something? Men can't do shit right" she snapped. "They can't even plan a God damned picnic. You didn't even bring anything for us to do" she whined. "This is a total waste of my fucking time"

"Brett, would you like to go for a walk and finish our talk?" I offered.

"Yes please" he said.

As we got up to go Rae suddenly snapped "You guys go ahead, I don't feel like walking"

The last thing I saw was Rae opening the bottle of wine and spilling some of it on the blanket.

"Sorry" said Brett.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" I asked, in a tone that was much stronger than I intended.

"I really didn't plan this well at all" he responded.

"You did a great job. This was meant to be a relaxing "get to know you picnic" for the two of us, wasn't it?" I asked.

He nodded his head yes.

"You couldn't have known that my crazy pissed off roommate would decide to come" I said.

"But I really should have thought of it" he answered. "Just last night I was telling you that it probably wouldn't be safe for you to go walking around with me alone"

"I feel really safe with you already" I said.

I noticed that whenever I said anything nice, or positive that was directed at him that he turned away from me. It was really cute.

"So where were we?" I asked.

"You were just telling me how you ended up here" he said.

For the next hour or so I talked, I told him my whole life story and he just soaked it up. It was really flattering, and he seemed to really be interested in my life and what made me into the person I am now. I still had that urge and if he didn't try to hold my hand soon I was going to grab his, or something else. Even when I told him the mistakes I'd made with men in the past, I could tell he wasn't judging me or trying to figure out a way into my pants. He even asked questions, like what would I see my ideal romance as being like. 

I told him as I had last night that I wanted someone who would take a lot of time to get to know my personality and my emotions before they got to know my body. He didn't talk much, he just listened. Oh my God, he reminded me of the song. What was the line, "Rainy Day people don't talk they just listen 'til they've heard it all"

To me this was bliss, if he didn't kiss me in the next few minutes then I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.

Unfortunately I never got the chance, my phone rang.

"Rae needs us to come back" I said sadly

We walked slowly back up the hill to where the blanket was.

"What's wrong Rae?" I asked as we got there.

"Well Tweedledum there brought 2 of everything, but he forgot to tell me where the second bottle of wine is" she snapped. "Besides I didn't want the two of you wandering off somewhere that I couldn't see you"

Rae was slurring her words and looking really crazy.

"Let's eat" she yelled.

Rae had her fat ass sitting on the picnic cushion Brett had brought for me. She was sitting with her legs spread pretty far apart and her skirt, already too short had risen to the point that her vagina was on open display.

"Why is the junior rapist staring at my pussy?" she screamed.

Brett turned his back to her.

"See, he wants me" she slurred jubilantly. "Now it all makes sense, he just asked you out so he could see me again" she cackled.

Then she threw up, all over the blanket.

"Timella, I don't feel good" she said.

"I think we'd better go" said Brett.

I was livid. I'd finally met a nice guy, or at least he hadn't shown his loser tendencies yet, and Rae has to ruin it. In my entire life this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. This could have been perfect, something I could always look back on. I doubted that there would ever be a repeat now.

"Try to get her to drink some water" said Brett. "I'll load the stuff into the car and come back for you"

Brett picked up the case and the cooler and walked down the hill.

"I'm so sorry Timmie" whined Rae. "I didn't mean to steal your man. Now it all makes sense, that's why he didn't bring Greg. He wanted these puppies all to himself" 

She pulled her breasts out of the low cut sweater.

"I should have realized that once he saw these, he could never want your tiny little boobs" she said smiling. "My poor Timmie, my poor Greg, what will happen to Greg without me?"

"Uh Rae, I thought Greg was married, and he raped you" I said.

"Whoever said that is a fucking liar" snapped Rae. "Greg loves me"

Just then Brett got back. I got up and tried to get Rae up but she couldn't stand for long.

"I guess those French wines are stronger than they seem" he said diplomatically.

"Especially when you drink the whole bottle" I countered.

"Who had a bottle of wine?" Rae slurred. "Hey that was our wine, they stole it" she said as she fell back down.

Brett wrapped up the blanket and holding his nose tossed it into the nearby trash can. Then he picked up Rae, which was no easy feat, and we walked down the hill.

He pretended not to notice that Rae was trying her best to rub her breasts against him as he walked.

"Don't let me fall" she screamed. "If you're having trouble holding me up, it's because you don't know how to carry me. You should put your hand on my ass"

She tried to reposition Brett's hands and he almost dropped her on that ass.

"Timella! He can't keep his fucking hands off of me. I'm trying to be a lady here but he wants me bad. I hope him and Greg don't fight over me. Maybe they should, and you can get the loser Timmie!"

How can this get any worse? I thought.

As if to answer my question, Rae let out the largest fart I'd ever heard.

"Timella, I think it would be quicker if you slide the seat forward and I put her in the back" Said Brett as we got to the car.

"It would probably be even quicker if I just got in the back myself. I'm a bit slimmer so I could get back there and sit sideways like she did before" I said.

"But then I wouldn't get..."he began and then stopped. "Okay"

I got the impression that despite the debacle we had just endured that he wanted to sit next to me.

"See Timmie he's throwing your skinny ass in the back" laughed Rae. "I wouldn't look in the front if I was you, You don't know where his hands might be" she slurred. "Don't worry Timmie, we'll find you a man someday"

The drive back home was far faster, and far less pleasant than the trip there.

We drove in almost total silence except for the roar of the Mustang's engine and Rae's occasional drunken comments.

My life was looking up though because if you took out Rae, this would've easily been the most romantic date I'd ever been on.

When we got back to my building, Brett offered to carry Rae up for me.

"See he's dying to get his hands back on these" Rae slurred. "He was trying to fuck me the whole trip"

I just rolled my eyes and shook my head at Brett.

"Please call me" I said.

He gave me a little smile and nodded his head as he got back into his car.

Chapter 3

Timella

I didn't think that Brett would call me. Partly because even though it wasn't his fault or mine that the picnic had been such a disaster, it had been. And really, who would want to go out with someone and risk being subjected to a roommate like Rae?

But surprisingly enough, he did call me, and sooner than I expected. I was still angry at, Rae not only for inviting herself and ruining everything, but for getting herself drunk and for all of the things she said.

Later that evening when she'd had a chance to sleep most of it off, she woke up with a worse hangover than from the morning and yet she still wanted to go out. When she found out that I had no intention of going with her she got even angrier.

"That's why you'll never find a man" she started. "Always sitting around on your ass waiting for them to come and rescue you. This is the twentieth century, sometimes you have to go out and find them"

"It's the twenty first century" I corrected her.

"Whatever" she said slamming the door.

I settled down with a book and a cup of tea, but I didn't get much reading done. My mind kept going back to the picnic, and how it could have gone if Rae hadn't been there. I hadn't done anything like that since I was a kid and my family went on picnics.

Brett had really taken a lot of time and care to try to do something special with me and Rae had ruined it. I imagined the 2 of us on the blanket together eating and talking, and maybe even cuddling a little bit. He really did seem to be interested in getting to know me, and about me. The fact that he just listened while I told him about my life was such a turn on. Most of the guys I'd been with would have picked me up, took me somewhere, and been all over me but it was like he really wanted a long term thing with me. At least I hoped that's what he wanted, because I sure did. Of course it could just be that he was taking a little longer to reveal his inner asshole. Maybe he was just trying to get me hooked before he got controlling and crazy.

"I'm better than that" I thought. I deserve far better treatment than the guys I've been with have shown me thus far. Sure I'm not beautiful, although Brett thinks I am, but I deserve to be treated well. And from now on I won't settle for less.

My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hello" I said, still full of my new self worth, which made my voice sound harder than I intended.

"Oh, I'm sorry, if you're busy I can let you go" said Brett.

"No" I almost screamed "I'm not busy, I was hoping you'd call"

"So is it too soon, after the disaster, to try again?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? The only reason today was a disaster was because of my drunken crazy roommate" I laughed. "I totally loved what you tried to do"

"Well great" he said "because I really want us to be friends"

"Friends" I thought, but I didn't say anything "he only wants us to be friends"

"So how about a movie?" he said "and maybe something to eat afterwards?"

"That sounds great!" I said excitedly.

"OK we'll go to the multiplex so you can pick something you'd like" he told me.

"What if you don't like the movie I pick?" I asked. 

'As I said this I had 2 things running through my head. The first was that whenever I'd forced a date to see some movie they didn't like, they usually sulked and sighed all through it, and then expected me to fuck them for having to do something that I enjoyed. The second was that I was still reeling from his "friends" comment. If there was ever a guy that I wanted to be more than friends with, Brett was that guy. There had been a connection between us from the first second that I saw him at the hotel, but maybe he didn't feel it. Maybe it was only me. Maybe after a lifetime of shitty relationships, I just didn't understand the male/female dynamics the way I thought I did.

Brett picked me up 30 minutes later, and again I was knocked out by how he looked. I guess after a lifetime of losers any guy who showered and made himself presentable for me was special.




Rainy Day People



"What if you don't like the movie I pick?" I asked again.

"First, I love movies, period. And secondly, just getting to spend some time with you is enough of a reward" he laughed. "Watching a movie about grass growing with you would be wonderful" he said quietly.

If I hadn't already been smitten by this man that would have done it; I was ready for anything he wanted to do. He opened the door for me and waited for me to get comfortable and then closed it. 

"No Rae tonight?" he asked.

"Nope, just me" I smiled watching for his reaction.

In the back of my mind I had the idea that maybe he did like Rae's attributes and easy going ways.

"Are you disappointed?" I asked.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings or offend you" he began.

In my mind I finished the sentence for him "But your tits just don't compare to hers" I heard him saying. What he actually said though made me weak in the knees.

"I don't really like Rae at all, but I'd gladly put up with seeing her everyday to be with you" he said without even a trace of sarcasm.

I was stunned, I started to kiss him then and there but I wanted him, being the guy, to make the first move. I had the biggest smile on my face though.

When we got to the theater there were 11 movies starting within 20 minutes. 

I picked an animated movie "How to train your Dragon" partially because guys are all big kids at heart, and partially because, Dammit, I wanted to see it. I had considered a horror movie so I could do the girl thing and hold his hand and pretend to be afraid but his "friends" comment still had me loopy. Technically this was our third date and he hadn't so much as touched me. I wondered what the hell he was waiting for. He got me popcorn and all of my favorite snacks. He actually spent more at the movies than most guys spent on a whole date with me. Once the movie started, he kept looking over and stealing little glances at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking. It was another of those cute things he did. 

"Hey, the movie's up there" I whispered to him once when he just openly stared at me for more than a few minutes.

"Sorry" he said turning away "I just like looking at you"

This guy had a way of really making my head get bigger and my panties get wetter without even trying.

After the movie, I expected him to make some excuse or say something like "well we ate at the movie theater"

Nope, we went to eat as promised. 

"I get to pick the restaurant" he said smiling.

He took me to Texas Roadhouse and I'd never been there before. It was a steak place and the food was excellent. When I told him that I'd eaten enough at the movies and he didn't need to spend any more money on me he just laughed.

"You probably need to eat a lot just to keep your legs looking that incredible" he said.

"You don't think I'm too tall?" I asked.

"I think you're perfect" he said.

Okay, I thought, first he tells me I'm beautiful, he's told me several times that he'd do anything just to be with me, my legs are incredible, I'm perfect, he hates Rae but he'll put up with her for me. This guy is getting fucked whether he likes it or not.

After we ate we took a slow walk and just looked at the sky and talked. He still had that habit of staring at me and losing track of what he was talking about. I really loved the way when I looked at him he got all flustered and shy. He even gave me his jacket when the breeze blew up and the temperature dropped. And he had this amazing way of looking at my face and gently brushing my hair out of my eyes. 

"Your eyes are so pretty they should always be seen" he'd said.

I hoped that Rae was still out when he took me home. We had a very subtle signal between us. If both locks on out front door were locked, it meant that the person did not want to be disturbed. As many times as Rae had used it, tonight was my turn. Or so I thought.

When we got home, there was electricity from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I just knew that this would be special. Actually I didn't care; he could have made me explode just by touching me. He walked me to my door. Waited for me to open it, then before I could invite him in, he said "I had the best time I've ever had in my life tonight" and turned and left.

I thought he was joking, I expected him to come back down the hall and literally attack me. But he was serious, and I was frustrated.

I was so wound up that I had to go through all of my stuff and find my old vibrator, to uh, relieve my stress.

And that's the way it went for the next few weeks. On one hand it was perfect, he thought up imaginative and romantic things for us to do. He gave me lots of little gifts, and cards and did all kinds of things for me. But he never asked for anything in return, and he never made a move on me. I was dying for him to. By this time, all of my previous dates, boyfriends, or relationships would have had their way with me. And most of them were already either taking me for granted or abusing me. But the guy I thought I had a future with hadn't even kissed me.

The funny thing about it was I knew that he wanted me. If I wore even a slightly short skirt or just looked at him, I could see the front of his pants tenting. When we stayed in and watched movies together and I moved over to sit next to him on the couch, I would snuggle up against him and feel his hardness before he suddenly had to get up and get a drink or something. I had even laid my head on his shoulder and looked up at him expecting him to kiss me, but it didn't work. 

Another funny thing about it was that when I looked at him, I could literally see in his eyes how much he loved me. It was as if he was waiting for some unknown signal and I hadn't given it. My mom met him when she visited and told me that she loved him and to start on her grandkids.

I was to the point where I couldn't concentrate at work, I thought about Brett all day long, and I fantasized about him all night long.

The few short hours that we were together were never enough. I never told Rae when we were going out or what we did, because I didn't want to risk her messing up another of our dates. The most frustrating aspect though was that he continued to call us "friends".

Rae told me that I should buy stock in Duracell because all of the batteries I was going through in my vibrator had to be increasing their profit margin tenfold.

Finally, in desperation, I decided to try out one of her ideas. I figured it couldn't make things any worse.

"If he still thinks of you as a friend then maybe you should date someone else. If he gets jealous and says you can't date anyone else, then you're no longer just friends. On the other hand, if he doesn't get jealous, then maybe you have a different kind of problem but at least you'll know, one way or another" she said.

So finally, out of sheer frustration, I agreed to do it. She even set up a double date for us with a friend of the guy she was going out with. When Brett called me at work to see what I was doing that evening it didn't go the way either of us expected.

"Brett I can't tonight" I said.

"Oh is something wrong?" he asked, he really sounded concerned about me.

"No I'm just double dating with Rae" I told him. "I didn't think you'd mind since we're only friends" I said listening to see his reaction.

"Well I hope you have a good time" he said after a very long hesitation.

I was hoping that he would have gotten angry, or just told me that he didn't want me to go, or even that I couldn't go. But he didn't do any of those things. In fact he'd said that he hoped that I had a good time. That was typical of him though, since we'd been together it always seemed like nothing mattered to him except that I was happy. So why should this be any different?

I had to take the rest of the day off from work. My eyes kept filling up with tears because I knew that I'd made a really big mistake. I didn't want to go out with anyone else, but Brett didn't seem to care.

When Rae got home and squeezed herself into one of her outfits, she didn't even notice how miserable I was.

"Why aren't you ready?" she asked.

"What am I supposed to be ready for?" I asked back

"Remember our double date?" she said.

"I'm not really going on that" I told her. "It was just an idea to make Brett get jealous and it failed"

"Even more reason for you to get out and have some fun" she replied. "Come on, we've got to get out of here"

"Aren't they going to pick us up?" I asked.

"Nah. we're meeting them at the bar" she said

"Maybe I'll just stay home" I said

"But I already told them that we'd be there" she whined. "And he's a really nice guy, I swear. You'll probably feel better after it, because right now you look miserable. You're doing that thing you do again" Rae had told me, and like a fool I listened to her.

"What thing?" I asked.

"You're getting all wrapped up in one guy, even when something isn't working for you. It's just one date, why not try someone else out, just to see whether or not it's better. If it doesn't work, you can always go back to Bart" she continued.

"Brett" I corrected, but maybe she was right, I couldn't possibly feel any worse than I did right now.

When I got to the bar I was amazed, it was so different from the places that I went with Brett. He seemed to seek out nice places for us to go, but this place was just a dive. It was the kind of place you went to find a hook up, where you didn't want to be seen or remembered.

I got an even bigger shock when I saw Rae's date. She was still hooking up with Brett's friend Greg. I hoped above hope that Brett would come through the door, but it was not to be.

"Timella, meet Stan" said Rae.

Stan burst out laughing, "That's her fucking name" he said shaking his head.

Before I could answer I noticed that Rae and Greg were already heading out the door.

"Hey barkeep get me a brew, and get the lady what she wants" said Stan.

When the drinks were brought Stan looked at me and said "Pay him babe"

He looked me up and down as if he was inspecting a horse, to see if he wanted to buy it or just send it to the glue factory.

After finishing his first beer and a couple more without saying a word to me he nodded his head towards the back of the bar.

"You want to dance?" I asked him thinking he was nodding at the dance floor. Brett was a great dancer and we'd had fun dancing on several occasions, so maybe this wouldn't be all bad.

"Nah I was thinking that maybe we should get some air" he said.

At that point it seemed like a good idea because all of the smoke and sweat in the bar was making my head spin. He hustled me out the back door into an alley, where several couples and groups of people were talking or otherwise engaged. He pushed me up against the wall.

"Damn your legs are long" he said.

"You're a leg man huh" I asked again thinking of Brett.

"Nah ya gotta push em out of the way to get to the good stuff" he said.

He grabbed my left breast and squeezed it roughly. I was so unused to that kind of treatment that I didn't even say anything. Then I felt his fingers creeping under my skirt.

"Hey, you're wearing panties" he said in shock.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "Maybe we should go back inside"

At that point for me this date was over. All of a sudden I remembered the promise I'd made to myself before I went out with Brett. I was worth more than this. I had a guy who was taking the time to try and get to know me, like I'd always wanted, and here I was in an alley with another loser.

"Oh, so you get me all worked up, then you want to bail. Well fuck you bitch" he said twisting my breast. "Go on" he sneered.

I went back inside the bar and sat back down at the table. I was on the verge of tears. Just yesterday I was on top of the world, and now I didn't see how my life could get any worse.

Stan came up to me and sat down. "Sorry" he said "You just got me kind of excited and I was ready for some action. You can't do that to a guy and expect him not to get angry"

He really did seem to be sorry.

"You want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"I have to wait for Rae" I said.

"Nah her and Greg will be fu....together for a while. She's a hot one" he said "and Jeezus those tits"

"Yes take me home" I said.

We left the bar and walked out to the parking lot. Stan put his hand on my lower back and before we got to his car it was on my ass. I just needed this asshole to get me home, so I didn't say anything. Maybe I should've.

Stan pointed at a small dirty dented car, whose make and model I didn't recognize. But it made me think about my father's words as we were growing up.

"You can tell how a guy treats his women, by the way they treat their car" he said.

Stan got in the car and tried to start the motor. "Get in" he said as he turned the key again and again and stomped on the accelerator.

I was used to Brett opening the door for me and making sure I was seated and comfortable.

The interior of the car was filthy. Far worse than the outside. I had to move several old beer cans and a bottle just to sit down on the seat. The seat itself was sticky with something, which I didn't discover until I'd sat in it. There were no seat belts. The car smelled like a mixture of dirt, sweat, sex, stale beer, cigarettes, and old weed. 

Stan finally got the anemic motor running and looked over at me smiling. Obviously getting the car to start was a great accomplishment. I really missed Brett's Mustang and those buttery soft leather seats. 

"I'm not a car guy" said Stan "cars are only to get you from one place to another"

"It's stupid to spend any time or effort on them, they only get older and break down" he said.

"Besides those guys with the hot cars are just trying to get some pussy" he said

"They'd be better off working on their personalities and people skills" he said trying to reach under my skirt.

"Okay" I said "I live at....."

"I know where you live" he said "I've dropped Rae off a few times. Uh oh, we're gonna need gas"

The car was rattling and spurting as it left the parking lot. The motor whined and nearly stalled and we were only doing 20 mph. I got the impression that if a rock hit the car the whole thing would fall apart.

We pulled into a gas station a few blocks away.

"You pay, I'll pump" he smiled at me.

I went into the station and not having any more cash on me, had to use my credit card. Almost every detail of this evening made me feel stupid for ever doing it.

When we pulled out of the station I realized that as soon as Brett called me I was going to just be honest with him. Tomorrow as soon as he called I'd lay my cards on the table and just tell him we needed, or I needed, for us to be more than "friends". He usually called me after we'd gone out just to make sure that I'd had a good time so maybe he'd call me tonight. Shit, it was stupid of me to lie to myself with terms like more than "friends". I loved Brett, but I didn't realize it until that moment.

All of a sudden I realized another fact that we weren't going towards my apartment.

"Stan, where are we going?" I asked.

He pulled into a deserted parking lot.

"Well, we're here" he said.

He leaned over and grabbed me by the arms. He tried to kiss me but I pushed him away.

"Bitch what is it with you, I'm getting tired of this hot and cold shit" he snapped. "First you buy me drinks, then you agree to go out into the fucking alley with me. You wanted to come back in, so we came back in. You wanted to come home, so I brought you. You let me feel on your little ass and didn't say a word and now you want to act like a fucking virgin again. Rae was right you don't know anything about men" he snapped.

"Get the fuck out of my car" he said reaching across me and opening the door.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"We're here" he snapped lightning up another cigarette.

I looked around but I didn't recognize anything.

"Get the fuck out" he repeated.

"But" I started

"I'll tell you what, give me a blow job and I'll take you home" he sneered.

I looked shocked, but he just smiled.

"Either git ta steppin or git ta suckin" he said.

His shriveled up little penis smelled worse than the car. I couldn't tell whether I was doing it any good. It didn't get any bigger or any harder, and he just continued to smoke. Finally I noticed him tensing up, but I moved too slowly and got hit in the face and hair with a blast of his yellowy semen.

"That's more like it" he said trying to start the car again.

When I got out of the car he offered to come up to my room with me. I just shut the door and left him there.

"Your loss princess" he said as he drove off.

"So it looks like somebody had a good time" said Rae as I walked in the door.

She was sitting in our living room still topless and Greg was next to her. He gave me a really evil look as I went to my bedroom and slammed the door. I lay down on my bed and just started crying my eyes out.

Later after Greg left Rae came in.

"So how was it?" she asked.

"He's an asshole" I cried

"Then why'd you have sex with him?" she asked.

"I didn't have sex with him, I just gave him a blowjob" I screamed.

"Neither you or Bill Clinton really do tell the truth do you? A blow job is sex and if it wasn't good you don't have to do it again. It's not like he forced you or anything" she snapped.

"He did force me" I said.

"Yeah he forced me too" she laughed "But after I got used to him he's really not bad. His dick isn't really big enough, but he's always ready"

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Look, you've been moping around here wearing out vibrators for a month" she began. "Whining constantly about how you weren't getting any. So I arranged for you to get some. You don't have to thank me now" she said sarcastically. "But now you have control back over your life"

I could hardly believe the shit she was saying, but she wasn't done yet.

"Look at it this way" she began "If Brett ever gets his head out of his ass and gives you the fucking you need then you can always just stop seeing Stan, and If you get tired of waiting for Brett, or find out that he can't satisfy you, then you've always got Stan as a fallback. What I would do, Is go out on all of those nice romantic princess dates with Brett and let him get me all wet, then call Stan to take care of business"

I stuck my head down in my pillow and cried even more because she just didn't understand.

"Okay, this is what you'll probably do, Just pretend tonight never happened. When Brett calls you tomorrow, go back to what you've been doing but don't come whining to me or ask for any more batteries" she said leaving the room.

I thought about it and decided that was what I'd do. I would just forget tonight had ever happened. Tonight had only served to let me know that what I had was far better than anything I'd had before, and was ever likely to get. Plus, I kind of liked the idea that a guy was willing to put sex on hold for a while. I just couldn't wait for tomorrow to come so I could see Brett again.

The next night, as soon as I got home from work, I showered and got dressed. I put on a skirt that Brett really liked and sat by the phone. Surprisingly he didn't call me.

I gave it some thought and figured that maybe I'd hurt his feelings last night and it might take him a little bit of time to get over it. Rae of course went out as she did every night. 

"Stan asked about you" Rae said as she came in.

I didn't bother to answer her.

After about a week I swallowed my pride and called Brett. In the entirety of the time I'd known him, it was the first time he didn't pick up. I'd seen his phone, he had an iPhone. It was set-up so that I had my own ring tone to let him know it was me, and my picture showed on the screen. That meant either he didn't have his phone with him, or he was still upset with me. 




Rainy Day People



After 2 weeks of not going out at all, Rae dragged me out on a double date with her and Greg and Stan. I just sat at the bar and drank. 

"Hey Greggie, ya wanna dance?" asked Rae

"Fuck Dancing" said Greg

"I'll dance with ya Rae" leered Stan, who was supposedly my date. I guess the chance to rub him-self against Rae's tits could not be ignored.

Greg and I were at the bar alone and I noticed that turned away from me.

"Look Greg, you and Rae seem to be getting along, so whatever you guys do is your business" I said.

Greg just laughed coldly and turned back towards me.

"I don't avoid you because I'm ashamed of what I'm doing" he said. "I already know the consequences of my actions and it makes me feel bad, but I'm not ashamed. I know what I am. I'm a scumbag and probably, depending on who you ask, I'm an asshole. But I'm a lot better than Stan. He's just a rotten, bottom of the barrel asshole and your friend is a skanky whore, plain and simple but I saw something different in you at first" he said sadly. 

"I've known Brett for years, he's the kind of guy we all hope our kids will grow up to be like. Hard working, honest, compassionate, tough but fair. His first marriage broke up because his wife had a car accident, he took off 6 months from work to nurse that bitch back to health. She got hooked on the pain-killers, which led her to harder drugs when her prescription ran out. Next thing you know she's doing heroin and selling her ass on the street to get it. Then she just disappeared. He spent months trying to find her, and when he did it was worse than you can imagine. She was out of her mind, paranoid and just crazy, her own parents wouldn't have anything to do with her. Brett stuck by her, trying to get her back into a treatment center until one day he came home and she and some homeless guy tried to kill him so they could empty out his bank account. She finally ran away again this time with a woman because she discovered she's a lesbian and when Brett got out of the hospital he divorced her. For 2 years he never left his house, not even to go out with the guys or to a fucking baseball game then, on his first night out, he meets you" he said looking at me.

"He listens to all of your shit about how badly you were treated and he decided that you deserved way better, like in that fucking song. It was just his way of showing you that you were special to him. At least with me and Rae, nobody gets hurt" he sneered. "You just ripped his fucking heart out of his chest. You do know that he loved you with all of his heart? I'm pretty sure he had something special planned for the two of you but at least he's getting over it and he started doing some stuff now. I just hope he doesn't run into another one like you" he said turning away from me again.

I had tears in my eyes before he even stopped talking. Rae and Stan came back and they were both smiling.

"Stan, take me home" I said.

"What's wrong?" asked Rae

"Stan, take me home!" I shouted.

"This bitch acts like her pussy is gold plated" sneered Stan.

As we got away from the others he told me "you know it's gonna cost ya"

"I don't care" I said "I just need to get home"

As we got into Stan's shitty car, my need to get home as quickly as possible took over. I pulled his pants down roughly and started on him.

"Unh unh" said Stan "It ain't gonna be that easy this time"

"What do you want?" I snapped.

Stan pulled my panties aside and stuck his dick in me. He had reclined the front passenger seat and just humped away at me. I just looked up at him without any emotion.

I wondered how my life had gone so wrong. For once I had what I'd always complained about in the palm of my hand, and I'd let it get away. I also realized that it wasn't the dates with Brett that I missed, it was the man himself. He saw me as something special and it made me feel special about myself. No one else in my life except my parents ever had. Even my supposed best friend Rae, who had suggested the ridiculous idea that ruined my relationship with Brett, didn't really think I was special.

Another thought occurred to me as well; why didn't I know all of the stuff that Greg had told me tonight about Brett? Why didn't I know the reasons for his divorce and the other stuff? that must have been horrible for him to have experienced.

I already knew the answers to my questions. I loved the fact that Brett wanted to know all about me. But I had not reciprocated; I never even bothered to find out anything about him. I loved the fact that he spent lots of time and money coming up with dates and activities to make me feel special, and I just went on them. I had never once lifted a finger to do anything for him. With Stan I bought drinks, I bought gas, and he still made me feel like shit. Brett treated me like I was special and Stan treated me like I wasn't.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't even realize that Stan was done.

"I'll take you home now, that was great wasn't it? You're a lot tighter than Rae" he said. "Next time I'm doing your ass" he smirked.

"Whatever" I said "I just want to go home" 

Chapter 4

For the next month or so, I was desolate. I went out occasionally but mostly I stayed in. Every once in a while I called Brett, once he even answered. I remembered my heart beating so loudly I thought I could hear it, but before I could even begin to say the things I was dying to tell him, he had to politely end our conversation because "someone had come to his door"

Since he and Greg worked together, I found out from Rae where they worked and started spending a part of my lunch hour there. I watched his car trying to catch him coming or going, but it never happened. I did see Greg and Rae a few times doing a lunchtime quickie. They accused me of being a stalker.

I went on dates a few times but, my heart really wasn't in it. I didn't even bother to fix myself up. I thought that if they don't like me, fuck them. And if they did like me all they wanted was to fuck me, so what was the point?

Mostly my social life consisted of twice a month I'd go out with Rae and Greg and Stan. Stan pretty much considered himself my boyfriend now. He introduced me to everyone as his woman. It was so ridiculous that I didn't even bother to explain to him that I wasn't anywhere near his. I just laughed every time he said it. We, or mostly he had sex pretty regularly but it didn't register. It seemed like some cosmic joke I complained about Brett because he treated me like a precious gem, but wouldn't touch me. Now I missed him so badly I could barely function, but I didn't bother complaining about Stan who treated me like shit and forced me to have sex. And every night I wore out my vibrator imagining Brett making love to me. 

Pretty much the highlight of the relationship, at least something different from the usual pattern happened on my birthday. While we sat at the table and Stan had me buying him drinks, Greg handed me an envelope. Actually he threw it across the table to me. It would probably have been better if he'd just handed it to me later or had Rae give it to me at home, but he thought so little of Stan and even less of me that he just threw it to me. The funny thing was that he didn't even tell me what it was, just threw it.

I opened the envelope and it was the most beautiful Birthday card I'd ever gotten. The writing was in metallic gold foil there were roses and when I opened it, it played Rainy Day People. 

There was a note at the bottom of the card saying how he wanted me to have the happiest birthday ever, and it was signed "B". I started analyzing it for every nuance and asking Greg questions. I was grinning from ear to ear when Stan grabbed the card from my hand. 

"Who is B" he asked.

"Brett Parker, a friend of mine" said Greg.

"Why the fuck is he sending my woman cards?" asked Stan. "If I wanted the bitch to have a card, I would've given her one. She doesn't even like shit like that" he snapped.

"Then why the fuck is she smiling like that?" asked Greg.

His hands moved so fast I didn't have time to duck as Stan slapped me so hard I fell out of my chair.

All I felt was one blinding flash and I was on my ass. A couple of people at the bar snickered, but no one protested or did anything about it.

"I see it now" said Greg.

"See what, honey?" asked Rae

"The attraction between those two. Brett always treated her like a fucking princess and that asshole, Stan, is really a fucking prince" he said.

Over the next few weeks things got worse. Stan became more and more demanding and more and more controlling. If I did something he didn't like or refused to do something he wanted, he usually reacted violently. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see me anymore. If I thought that things couldn't get any worse, I was wrong.

One evening Greg had to attend a function with his wife, and Rae in typical fashion decided to go out with someone else.

I think her exact words were "what's the difference? a dick is a dick"

I think she was actually trying to make Greg jealous because she was upset that he was doing something with his wife.

Anyway, her new guy wanted us to meet him at a bar that was a lot more upscale than the places we hung out in. We got a table and were sitting down drinking as usual. It seemed like that was all we ever did, we went to bars or clubs, we drank, maybe occasionally we danced. Rae and Greg left us to go fuck, they came back or they didn't. Stan took money from me and made me either blow him or screw him.

Anyway my back was to the bar when I saw Rae stiffen suddenly. As I was turning around I heard a woman laughing. There he was at the bar with 2 really pretty younger women. They looked like college girls and Brett looked happy. One of the girls held up her hand and he twirled her around as if they were doing a ballroom dance move.

The other felt neglected and said something that I couldn't hear. He reached for her and brushed her hair out of her eyes, the same way he used to do mine. 

I had stopped breathing, nothing mattered anymore.

Greg had told me that Brett was doing stuff, but I guess in the back of my mind I saw him with a hobby or something. This was just too much. I slumped down into my chair and just stared at him, and at Stan. Then I looked at Rae, and at that moment I hated her. Somehow she had managed to turn me into just another version of herself. If only I hadn't listened to her.

I saw the waiter approach them and direct them to follow him.

Unfortunately they walked right past our table.

At first it didn't seem like he'd recognize me, but then he turned and smiled at me.

"Timella" he said "Nice to see you"

I couldn't make my mouth form words. I was so happy, but at the same time I didn't want him to see me like this.

"Who's she?" asked one of the girls.

"Is she the one?" asked the other.

Both of the girls had that glow that came only from youth. They were in the prime of their lives and knew it.

None of this was lost on either Stan or Rae's date; they openly ogled the girls without saying a word.

"You must be the lucky guy" said Brett extending his hand to Stan. "She's really special so treat her right" he said.

"I'd be willing to talk trades" said Stan.

Brett laughed and he and his girls followed the waiter to their table.

The mood at our table died. Rae's date asked all kinds of questions about Brett that she couldn't answer. When I answered them, Stan got angrier and angrier. Finally the shit hit the fan. Brett and his girls left the bar, laughing and having a good time. I watched him all the way from when he stood up till he was out of sight. I wondered if he ever thought about me any more. He had told Stan that I was special; did he mean that? If I called him later or tomorrow could we talk about this? Did he even know how I felt about him? 

I guess Stan had been talking to me but I wasn't paying him any attention. That was the last straw for Stan and he punched me in the face. My eye started swelling up immediately and I ran out of the bar. 

"That bitch had it coming" Stan snapped.

Rae got up and walked away too. I didn't see her because I went out the back and she went out the front. I was going home and I didn't know or care where she was going. The doorman at the bar took one look at me and grabbed my arm.

"Do you want me to call the police miss?" he asked.

"No" I said "I just want to get home"

He called me a cab and it was there in less than 5 minutes. He spoke to the cab driver and put me in it.

When we got to my building, the cab driver wouldn't take any money. He told me that the bar often paid to have patrons who couldn't or shouldn't drive, taken home.

When I got into my apartment I took off all of my clothes, put an ice pack on my eye and took a sleeping pill and a pain-killer. I just drifted off to sleep on a soft puffy cloud. I remember Rae trying to wake me up, but I just didn't want to. I also vaguely remember her talking to another person and the door slamming really loudly.

The next morning I woke up and my eye was swollen, but not as bad as I expected. The ice pack I'd put on it had kept a lot of the swelling down. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I looked awful. 

"I look like shit" I said.

"I've seen much worse T, recently" said Rae handing me a cup of coffee.

I was shocked, in all the years we'd lived together Rae had never made the coffee. I was further shocked that Rae had on a sweat shirt and long pants.

"Whatever you're trying to get me to do isn't going to happen Rae. I know you want me to forgive Stan so we can date some guy you want to fuck" I snapped.

"Actually, I'm considering celibacy for a while" said Rae seriously. "And Stan won't be dating anyone until he gets out of the hospital"

"What?" I said.

"Last night I took a long look at us and realized that I had really fucked up your life. I saw you die a little bit when prince charming came over to the table, but I also saw something that I think you missed. He looked at you and he was just as hurt as you were. Maybe even more. The whole time he was there, even with those 2 bimbettes, who are not what you think by the way, he never took his eyes off of you. So when Stan hit you I did the only thing I could do" she said seriously. "I went and spoke to Brett and told him how miserable you were and how it was my fault. He told me not to worry about it, that it was water under the bridge and as long as you were happy he was happy for you. Then I told him that you weren't happy, that Stan was just another loser, and that he'd hit you. Prince charming went ape-shit. We came over here to see you but you wouldn't wake up"

She paused to take a long draw from her coffee.

"Oh yeah, he saw your black eye and just flipped out. Unfortunately he saw your miniature titties too. He looked away like he wasn't supposed to look" she laughed. "Even though I told him that this was a great chance for him to have a preview of the real estate. He said he couldn't do that to you. Then he asked me to take him to Stan's place so they could talk. When Stan cracked the door, Brett kicked the door into Stan's face knocking him down. Then he jumped on Stan and just started pounding him" she shook her head. "If I hadn't pulled him off I think he would have killed him. I called an ambulance, and Brett called the police and turned himself in. When everything came out, it's all became a wash. Stan refused to press charges because he knew you'd press charges against him. No one goes to jail, but prince charming has to go to anger management classes for 120 hours or 3 months or some shit like that. They also gave him 2 weeks in jail, but because he turned himself in, and some of the people in the bar clearly remembered Stan punching you, he'll probably get out by day after tomorrow" she said.

She paused for more coffee and seemed to be thinking about something, which I think might be a new experience for Rae.

"I'm getting too old to be a whore" she said to me seriously. "It's really time for me to settle down and find a man of my own, and stop borrowing everyone else's. I got you hooked up with Stan, and I got you unhooked. I also got a chance to talk to Brett, but you need to too, because you caused a lot of this shit yourself. He was crazy about you from the time he walked into that fucking hotel and you went on and on about how every guy you went out with only wanted you for one thing, we even told him how you were a loser magnet, so he got it into his mind that the only way he could show you that he was different" she laughed. "Was to do what you talked about"

"What?" I said.

"When you guys went out, did he ever get a hard on around you?" she asked.

"All the time" I said "I could get him hot just by smiling at him"

"Does that sound like someone who really only wanted to be friends?" she asked. "I already know how you reacted to him. I was thinking about getting you a generator to power your vibrator for Christmas" she laughed again "But what about Stan?" she asked "You did have sex with him"

"No. Stan just used me like a blow up doll. There was no sex, only one of us got off, and most of the time he forced me. Just another brick in my wall of losers" I smirked.

"So what are you gonna do about it?" she asked

"Brett doesn't need me" I said "He has two hot college girls"

"Yep and both of them have bigger tits than you do" she laughed "But he also doesn't love either one of them" she said more seriously "He loves you. Enough to put his own feelings aside for you. He even tried to prove it to you by doing what you wanted. Remember how you talked about the old days and how people had to wait until they were married to have sex?"

I remembered now. I had gone on and on about it.

"The 2 bimbettes are his classmates, nothing more" she said" Did you see him do that little twirl with the blonde one?"

"He's taking a ballroom dance class, and they're in the class" she said.

"He was ready to marry you when you bailed on him" she said.

"Whose idea was it again for me to try and make him jealous?" I asked.

"Why would you listen to me? I'm a slut" she retorted.

2 days later my eye had gone down. Rae even commented on how I was starting to look like my old self again. I knew that the battle wasn't over and that the toughest part was yet to come. I waited outside the courthouse for Brett to come out he never did. Finally I went inside and was told that he'd been released early. He'd been out for over 24 hours. 

Why hadn't he called me? Why would Brett beat someone half to death over me, go to jail for it, and still not call me? 

I went to his job and asked for Greg. Greg told me that Brett didn't start working again until next week. He was using his vacation time to cover his jail time and his recovery.

I went to his house and knocked on his door. No one answered so I started yelling through his door.

"Brett! I know you're here, your car is out front" I yelled.

After awhile he came to the door. He looked so good. Only the bandages on his hands gave any indication that he'd been in a fight.

I laughed when I saw him. He was carrying a suitcase that even I could tell was empty.

"Hi Timella" he said "what can I do for you?"

"We need to talk" I said.

"I'll call you when I get back, I'm going out of town" he lied.

"Why are you going out of town with an empty suitcase?" I asked.

"Haven't you ever heard of traveling light?" he said with a straight face.

"We may as well talk now because I'm not leaving" I said blocking his way.

"Okay let's get it over with" he replied. his face was set.

"I'm sorry" I said.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. We went out a few times, it didn't work out" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We were never more than friends, you had a perfect right to go out with someone else. I only wanted for you to be happy" he said this sadly. "We both moved on" as he said that he started to reach down for his empty suitcase.




Rainy Day People



And suddenly everything I had been holding inside came out, I just snapped.

"Why the fuck can't we talk to each other?" I snapped. "I love you so much, I think I'll die without you!" I screamed. "I listened to Rae and tried to make you jealous because you got me so fucking wet every time we were together that I was running out of panties. You wouldn't even fucking touch me!"

His neighbors were starting to look out their windows.

"Touch her so she'll shut up" someone called out.

"But you didn't get jealous, you just disa-God damn-peared! David Copperfield can't disappear as well as you did. I regretted it the second I told you, but I just wanted you to stop lying to me" I said.

"I never lied to you" he said quietly.

"Brett, we were never friends!" I screamed. 

"I'm calling the police" a neighbor yelled.

"Call them" I yelled back.

"Well I'm sorry, I really did try to be your friend" he said sadly. "There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for you"

Then I brought out the big guns, I flipped my hair out of my eyes the way I knew he loved to see me do it. I gave him that little crooked smile, and he just blanked. I knew then that no matter what he still loved me.

"You were never my friend, you liar. Brett, from the first day that we met you loved me. And you knew that I loved you too. So why didn't you get angry, why didn't you fight for me?" I asked. "All you had to do was say no. You owned me body and soul. Why didn't you just say something?"

"I know now" I told him "It's because of your ex wife. You fought with everything you had to keep her and it got you nowhere, so you just decided that if I wanted to date someone else you'd let me right?"I asked and he nodded his head. "Now we're making progress!"

"Can you make it quietly!" yelled someone.

"So now we only have 3 questions left. Number one, do you still love me?" I looked at him and crooked my head. I didn't have to grab him but I did anyway. The front of his pants had a sizable lump. 

"I guess we know the answer to that" I said. "And I've got someplace that I'm just dying to put this. Question number 2, I've done and had done to me some bad things over the last few months. A lot of it, actually all of it, was because I was just numb, and that's your fault, so can you forgive me?" I asked.

As we talked I had been edging him back towards the wall. As he nodded his head that he could forgive me, he reached the wall and couldn't back away from me any further. Now I was only a few inches away from him and we could feel each other's heat.

"Before I ask you the last question, I need to know something. Were you really going to marry me before we had sex?" I asked.

"Yes" he said.

"What if it was terrible and we were already married?" I asked.

"Then we'd have the rest of our lives to get better at it" he smiled

We were now touching, my breasts were pressed against his chest and my stomach was pressing into his erection. I got up on my tip toes to bring my wet and throbbing pussy against it.

"Don't you have another question?" he asked

"Where's my fucking ring?" I growled "we need it now."

"It's in the house" he croaked.

"Get it" I said.

He stumbled over the suitcase and fell, then jumped up and ran into the house.

I followed him, taking off my clothes as we went. By the time he reached his dresser and found the box I was taking off his clothes as well. The ring was beautiful, more than I'd ever hoped for. But if it had been the band around a cigar I'd have still been happy because of who it was from and what it meant.

I took the ring from him and pushed him down on his bed. I'm sure I left a trail of juice from my throbbing vagina all over him as I crawled my way to his lips.

"With this ring I do thee wed" I said kissing him. As his tongue found mine I came for the first time, just from his touch and from kissing him. Over the past few months I'd been raped and fucked and who knows what else and hadn't had one orgasm. This idiot kisses me and I'm squirting.

"I do" I said heavily

"I do too" he said, then we did, and we did it several times more that night.

We did eventually have an actual legal ceremony. It was beautiful too.

Greg was the best man. His wife was one of my maids of honor along with Rae of course. My breasts never did get any bigger except for after the births of our kids. But Brett loves me anyway and not just for my amazing legs. And we lived happily ever after and no one cheated on anyone so there's no need for a part 2 to my story!

The end