Wanting Tina Back

Randall sat on the park bench with his back straight and wearing crisp, freshly pressed clothes, as if he were about to have a job interview. However, the roses in his hand gave away that he was waiting for a woman he wanted to make his best impression on. One of his knees was bouncing up and down with nervous energy, which made him seem more like a teenager waiting for his first date than a college age man waiting for his girlfriend of over a year.

Randall was good looking in a boyish way. He was fit and athletic, but had a naive look in his bright blue eyes and blond hair. Although he had grown up in the city, he looked like he had grown up on a farm and had just come to the big city. He was earnest and sincere, and it showed.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the middle of summer, so he didn’t need a jacket. There were a few people walking through the park on the wide pathway in front of him. A little distance from Randall on the other side of the path were some trees, and people moved about in them, obscured by the leaves and bushes. An old couple holding hands walked by and smiled at him, imagining that he was at the start of a budding romance. Randall smiled back at them, because he didn’t want to spoil their illusion with the reality that he was there to try and convince his girlfriend to stay with him.

He could almost sense her presence coming as if there was a buzz among the people around him. Almost as if a celebrity were walking this way and people were noticing. She was that beautiful. Men noticed her and sized her up, thinking about what she would look like in bed, and women sized her up, comparing themselves and, for most women, wishing they looked like that. Randall turned to look down the wide pathway, and then stood up to receive her.

Tina was of ethnic descent, with golden tan skin and almond shaped eyes. Her hair was dark brown, but she had subtle blond streaks which gave her an exotic look. She had long legs and an hourglass figure, topped with huge breasts.

On that day she was wearing jean cut of shorts that barely covered her ass and accentuated her long legs, and a plain white T-shirt with a scoop neck that displayed ample cleavage. Her high heels clicked as she walked with confidence, at ease with the fact that everyone noticed as she walked by. One guy even bumped into a streetlight he was so distracted by Tina, and she laughed a soft, playful laugh. She smiled her beautiful smile with perfect white teeth as she approached Randall.

“Are those for me?” Tina asked as she got within arms reach of Randall. He held the bouquet of three roses and small white flowers to her.

“Of course,” Randall replied as she took them. She smelled them and then gave him a hug. He melon sized breasts, firm and soft, pressed into him and he felt his penis respond with anticipation. When they released their hug, Randall couldn’t help but glance down, looking straight into her cleavage. She caught his glance and smiled. She liked it when he looked at her with lust in his eyes.

“Did you want to talk here?” Tina asked.

“Is this okay?” Randall asked.

For an answer, Tina sat down on the bench, placing the roses on one side of her, along with her small purse. Randall sat on the other side, turned toward her as much as he could. There was an awkward pause as neither of them knew where to begin, though Tina was much more at ease, knowing that Randall would eventually say something.

“I still love you,” Randall said.

“I know,” was all Tina said in response. Randall had hoped for more, and was crushed because her answer revealed that she had already moved on more than he was hoping.

Randall knew it was going to be a difficult task trying to convince Tina to stay with him. He had caught her with another man, and although he was ready to forgive her, she was ready to leave. He was determined to appeal to the depth of the relationship they had, and convince her that it was worth staying for.

Their relationship was an intense one, starting a little over a year ago when they met in an English literature class at university. It was the second semester of the school year. She was in her first year, and he was taking an elective in his second year to satisfy the complicated credits requirements that seemed to be half the battle of getting through university.

She was obviously pretty, but conservative. She had her hair tied back into a severe ponytail, her clothes were baggy, and she wore little to no make up.

Not that it wasn’t obvious she wasn’t attractive. A woman with large breasts can come across as looking a little overweight if they wear baggy clothes that take away from the curves that accentuate their figure. However, any guy who looked closely enough could tell that underneath the fabric was a body that was at least decent and possibly really good.

Her skin and structure of her face were like a doll’s, and what attracted Randall the most. He knew that even though she was dressing conservatively and possibly insecure about her looks, Randall knew that other guys would quickly see what he saw, so right from the first day he made a move to sit beside her and strike up a conversation. Right from that moment on, they were on a road to a relationship.

Randall was at ease with picking up women. He wasn’t a player or overly aggressive, but he was charming and genuinely friendly. He had gone out with his share of women before meeting Tina, and wasn’t lacking self confidence.

The story with Tina was that she had come from a small town that was quite conservative. She had never dated, and this was her first time away from home. While she had undeniable potential for beauty, her parents were strict that she work hard at school and not be distracted by boys.

The result was that she was quite smart, but shy. She was hesitant to have sex for quite a long while, but Randall sensed that she was a keeper. She was charming, innocent but not naive, and liked to laugh.

Although they didn’t have sex during the entirety of that semester, they did make out a lot, and slowly Randall discovered that underneath her conservative covering, she had not only a fine body, but an absolutely killer body. She could easily be on the cover of Maxim magazine and put other models to shame. She was fit, exercised, and was naturally blessed with incredible proportions, including huge tits.

They spent the summer in their own little world. Randall encouraged Tina to dress a little more sexy. He was careful not to pressure her so that she felt like she had to dress to please him. He just constantly tried to reassure her that she was beautiful and should enjoy what she had been blessed with. She hesitated at first, but when she saw how dressing a little sexier, like with a shorter skirt, excited Randall, she began to enjoy the reaction.

One time they walked by a store, and Randall was stopped by something he saw in the window.

“What are you looking at?” Tina asked. She looked in the direction that Randall was looking in. Randall didn’t have to answer for her to know he was looking at a white Chanel dress.

The store was a Chanel store, so this wasn’t some knock off. The dress was simple, and yet did all the details right, as a high quality dress should do. The wearer would look sexy, not slutty.

“I couldn’t wear that!” Tina said.

“Why not?” Randall asked. “I bet you would look amazing in it! It’s like it was made for you.”

“It’s probably way too expensive anyway,” Tina said, and stepped to move on. However, Randall was holding her hand, and he didn’t move, so she had to stop mid step.

“Let’s go in and you can try it on,” he said. She opened her mouth to object, but before she could speak, Randall intercepted her. “There’s no harm in just trying it on.” Seeing that Randall would not be dissuaded, she reluctantly agreed.

A few minutes later, and after talking to a slightly doubtful saleswoman, Tina was in a changing room with Randall waiting in a chair outside. The saleswoman clearly would have preferred to not bother with two students who almost certainly couldn’t afford the dress. However, it could have been a confrontation to make an issue of it, so the saleswoman resigned herself to largely ignoring them. As a result, Randall was alone in the little alcove outside of Tina’s dressing room.

“How does it fit?” Randall asked, speaking a little louder to be heard over the distance between them.

“Perfectly.” Tina said. In her voice there was a hesitation, a nervousness, as if she couldn’t believe herself how well it fit.

“Can I see it?” Randall asked hopefully.

“It’s too…” Tina paused. Randall could hear shuffling as she turned side to side to see herself from all angles in the mirrors inside. “It’s too sexy.” Tina said at last, not realizing that for Randall, that was all the more reason to want to see her in it. His imagination ran wild, imagining her curves, her cleavage and her legs all on display in the dress.

“Please come out.” Randall asked with an obvious hint of begging in his voice. “If we’re not going to buy it, at least let me take a look at you in it.” There was a long pause, and then the curtain slowly moved. Tina was revealed, and she looked incredible.

“Wow! You look incredible!” Randall blurted out. Then, suddenly, Tina closed the curtain again. Randall hadn’t laid eyes upon her long enough to really hang on to the image of her. He had a fading impression of her looking incredible, but it wasn’t enough. “Tina! What’s wrong? You look great! Don’t be embarrassed.”

“It’s not embarrassment,” Tina said. “I just don’t have clothes like this. I don’t want you to see me like this and want it all the time and be disappointed that I can’t look like this all the time.”

“Tina, I’m never disappointed in how you look,” Randall said. “Aren’t I always the one telling you how amazingly beautiful you are?”

“But neither of us can afford this dress,” Tina said with disappointment in her voice. Randall realized that she wasn’t hiding because she didn’t want to look like that, but because she did want to look like that.

“Tina, one day I’m going to buy this dress for you,” Randall said with a firm resolve in his voice.

“They’ll probably have sold it by then,” Tina said, not wanting to talk Randall out of it, but trying to keep her expectations down.

“It will only take a maybe a few months,” Randall said, “if I work at it. I’ll check with the sales staff.”

While Randall talked to the unimpressed sales woman about how long the dress would be available, and if he could hold it for an extended period, Tina took it off and got back into her regular clothes.

Randall left that day with the feeling that the day he gave her that dress would be a symbolic day. More than just a nice gift, it would demonstrate his devotion to providing for Tina everything she wanted.

By the end of the summer, she was dressing boldly, with short skirts, short shorts, high heels, and low cut shirts and dresses. She let her hair down, and started experimenting with make up. Her confidence grew, and that, more than anything, attracted Randall. He loved seeing her feel good about herself, and supported her new self assurance.

Shortly before the next year of school started they had sex after she came back from a short trip home to meet her parents. Her parents didn’t approve of her new look, but she was gaining independence from them. When she got back, both she and Randall were so excited after the absence that they just couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t fantastic sex, as she was a little scared and stiff, but Randall was happy to have crossed that line. At this point he was convinced that this might be the love of his life, so he was in it for the long term.

Over the next couple of weeks, sex became a more regular part of their relationship. She wouldn’t go down on him or let him go down on her, because her conservative attitudes about sex still had an influence. However, as she relaxed more she enjoyed fucking more, and came to want it more.

As her confidence grew, and her outward appearance became more deliberately sexy, she began to be more and more noticed by men around her. She clearly liked it, and so did Randall.

One time, just a few days before the school year started, they were at a book store, and they went separate ways. Randall had to get some books on finance, and Tina stayed in the art history section. After about twenty minutes, Randall came back to where Tina was, and found a guy hitting on her. Just as Randall turned the corner, Randall saw the man hand a card to Tina as he was walking away. Randall didn’t get a good look at him, except that he was in suit, and a little taller.

“Who was that?” Randall asked as came up to Tina.

“Nobody,” Tina said. “Just some guy asking me out.” Randall was a little surprised. He looked at Tina with new eyes. In her tight jeans and her gravity defying breasts just visible under her loose fitting blouse, she had come a long way since he first met her. Of course other men would find her hot and hit on her. It’s what Randall had been helping her to become. Seeing her actually be hit on for the first time, though, made Randall fully appreciate what she had become. He realized she was probably being hit on all the time when he wasn’t around.

He was jealous, but she seemed to blow it off, so he did too after a while.

That night, however, things were different. They were in Randall’s dorm room, having sex. Tina seemed a little distracted, though, despite Randall trying his best. He had to ask her a few times if something was wrong, and she denied it, but clearly she had something on her mind. Randall pressed a bit, and then she brought up the guy who had hit on her.

“Do you think he’s thinking about me?” Tina asked.

“What do you mean?” Randall asked. “Like, right now?”

“Maybe,” Tina said. “Is it… normal for a guy to, you know, touch himself, thinking about a woman he just saw that day?”

“Yeah, sure,” Randall said. “Why?” For an answer, Tina seemed to be getting more responsive to the sex. She closed her eyes, and softly moaned. Suddenly, it hit Randall. She was turned on thinking about the other man wanting her. “He might be spanking off right now, thinking about you,” Randall added as quickly as he realized the case. Tina looked even that much more sexy when she was in the throws of passion, and he was eager to see it. He would do anything to turn her on.

“I like it when men look at me,” Tina whispered, as if she were confiding a dirty secret. She clutched at him harder and he began to thrust into her as hard as he could.

“I bet he’s thinking about you right now, wishing he was where I was, fucking you,” Randall said breathlessly. “I bet he’s so frustrated he can’t be with you!” Randall added, and Tina let out a moan of pleasure like she never had before. She loved that another man wanted her but couldn’t have her.

After that night, it became a regular part of their sex. They would talk about Tina being desired by men, and she loved the thought of men masturbating thinking about her. She loved to feel beautiful, wanted, desired. Randall liked it too, both because it turned her on, and because it wasn’t a bad feeling to be with a woman so desired by other men.

Usually Tina was hit on by men when Randall wasn’t around, so often she would mention to Randall about some new guy hitting on her. She was hit on daily, so there was plenty of guys to talk about. However, because Randall had actually seen the man in the bookstore, they would come back now and again to speculating about him.

When school started back up again, it was like a whole new debut for Tina. Right from the first day, as she would walk around campus, people would stare and whisper and make comments. Guys started coming up to her on a daily basis. Women were clearly envious. They would nudge their boyfriends with irritation as their boyfriends would stare at Tina as she walked by. Randall couldn’t help but like the attention as well. To be with the most beautiful woman on campus boosted his ego. He felt a little guilty for indulging in the feeling of having a trophy girlfriend, but when he confessed to her about her feelings about it, she consoled him by saying she liked it too. Never before in her life had she been the center of attention like this, and he had helped her come out of her shell, so why shouldn’t he enjoy it as well?

The first two months of school were the best time in Randall’s life. It wasn’t just that his social life had improved because Tina was getting invited to more social events that he would go to with her. It wasn’t just that he was the envy of all the men at the school. It wasn’t just that he had this incredibly beautiful woman to be with. It was that Tina was sweet and caring, and not at all like the stereotype of a beautiful woman. Having been conservative for so long, she was appreciative of the attention, and didn’t take her looks for granted. She wasn’t egotistical or cold. She was also intelligent and able to converse about anything.

Randall was on the verge of proposing to her. How could one ever hope for anything more from a woman than what he had with Tina?

Things began to change as the weather got colder. The attention Tina got from other men seemed to increase, and she enjoyed it more and more. Randall didn’t mind, though, as it was a natural part of being with such a beautiful woman.

The first change was subtle. In the bedroom, they would still talk about other men wanting her, but then Tina started to want to explore Randall’s feelings. She asked how Randall would feel if he were one of the guys hitting on her, instead of her boyfriend. She asked if he ever thought about her and masturbated when she wasn’t around. Randall confided that he did, and Tina like the thought of that. She even wanted to know when he would do it so she could phone and catch him in the act. She liked to talk to him while he spanked off.

When she asked Randall about how he would feel if it were him hitting on her instead of being her boyfriend, he found it difficult to answer. Obviously, he would see how beautiful she was and want her like any man. However, the way he knew her now, he also knew she was a fun and interesting person as well. His attraction was more than just looks. It was hard for Randall to imagine not knowing that about her, and that influenced his perceptions of what he might think if he were one of the many guys hitting on her. He told Tina that if he knew what he knew, but wasn’t her boyfriend, he might become obsessed with her. She loved hearing about that. Hearing how bad he needed her, how he longed for her when she wasn’t around, turned her on. Randall would pursue any fetish in the bedroom that turned her on more, so he would confess to her all his deepest feelings.

The attention she got from men became more and more, and in a self perpetuating cycle, as Tina became more emboldened by the attention, she would wear more provocative clothes and make up. The men paying attention to Tina became bolder too. Instead of just hearing about it after the fact from Tina, Randall would see men clustering around her. Randall often found that if ever he left her alone, he would soon find her talking with other men. Sometimes, when he came up to meet her, she would be talking to one or two men and then as soon as Randall got within earshot, they would disperse, and she would be evasive about what they were talking about.

Randall reacted by trying to keep his circle of friends smaller. He would arrange that it was only him, Tina, and his friends Ryan, Andy, and John. John was one of Randall’s best friends. By having John around, Randall felt that he could leave Tina now and again and know that with John beside her, other men would find it hard to approach her. Randall even sometimes asked John to hang with Tina when Randall had to study or work, just so he could be a little more confident of where she was and what she was doing.

In various groupings, Randall, Tina, and Randall’s friends would go out together. However, Tina’s increasing confidence and attention from men would not be so easily solved. As Christmas approached, she started to specifically want to go to parties and events without Randall. She would say that being with Randall meant being with the same people all the time, and she felt she was being denied the opportunity of enjoying her youth. The whole point of coming to a new city and away from her parents was to meet people, and now Randall had taken the place of her parents in trying to protect her from any man who might even look at her.

He wanted to refuse, but when she asked if he trusted her, he knew he could not win the challenge. If he admitted her becoming interested in other men, it was the same as accusing her of being fickle and untrustworthy. However, to let her go places without him scared him.

He tried to be honest, and in confessing how jealous he was, their sex life entered a new face. Tina liked his jealousy, just as she liked talking about anything to do with men wanting her, Randall or others. His jealousy in particular, though, seemed to take her to new heights. Randall realized that she was pushing his buttons to get that reaction. She liked hearing about his reactions to her going out without him, or talking to other men. In a strange way, that made Randall more at ease with it. If she was deliberately making him jealous, then when she flirted with other men, it wasn’t about them, it was about Randall.

Randall didn’t want to be completely in the dark about Tina’s new friends and the parties she was going to, so he insisted on going with her when she said some friends were going to go to a new night club. Tina thought he wouldn’t like going out clubbing, and mentioned he might not fit in. Randall found that more than being jealous, he was upset that somehow she saw him as not the type to go out and party. It was as if she was saying he was a different class of people, a more boring, stay at home type, and she was wild and fun. Randall was determined to show that he was wild and fun too.

The club had been open only for a couple of months, and was populated by the socialites who knew about new club openings. Almost everyone there was fashionable, cool, and probably had money.

Randall recognized no one, although Tina seemed to have met most of them before.

“This is Charlotte, and Bill, and Tracy,” Tina said, introducing person after person Randall had never seen before. With each friend, they’d hug Tina warmly, and smile and laugh and be excited to see her. Then, when Tina turned to Randall, almost as an afterthought, the friend would grudgingly turn from Tina, look Randall up and down and with cold civility acknowledge his presence.

All night long, Randall would have conversations with Tina’s easily distracted friends, who would only be talking with him because Tina was too busy talking with others. Randall couldn’t even get close to Tina. More and more friends would show up, and people seemed to join the group who they just met, creating more distance between Tina and Randall.

Randall would work his way through the crowd, having just enough small talk with each person he passed so that he could easily get in and out of the conversation, and move close to Tina in such a way that he didn’t look like he was pushing through the crowd. He didn’t want to be seen as Tina’s lost puppy, needing her to be validated. Though that was exactly what he was.

Twice he got close enough to Tina to talk, and both times she would smile and invite him in, and then someone would show up, dominate the conversation, and offer to show Tina something somewhere else, and Randall would be left behind with another disinterested friend who couldn’t find a polite way to leave before being stuck with Randall.

Finally, after hours of being a social outcast, Randall became fed up and wanted to leave. He got up to find Tina to suggest they leave, and he couldn’t see her. He looked on the dance floor where she had been spending a lot of the night getting attention from every man in the club.

“Where is Tina?” Randall shouted to be heard over the music to ask the question to one of Tina’s female friends.

“I think she went with her boyfriend to the VIP room,” the friend replied.

“What?” Randall exclaimed. He was already shouting, so it was the look on his face that made the woman realize she had said something surprising, though she didn’t know what. “I’m her boyfriend,” Randall said emphatically.

“Oh,” the woman said, not looking that bothered, “I just thought that other guy was her boyfriend from the way they were dancing.”

“Well he’s not,” Randall said as if chastising the woman. “Where is the VIP room?”

The woman rolled her eyes as if to say she didn’t care about his little drama, and she pointed off toward one side of the dance floor. Randall worked his way through the writing bodies, and reached the bottom of a staircase. There was a red velvet rope spanning between two poles to block entry, and a little sign on a stand on the first step that simply said “VIP” on gold plating. A very large in all directions bouncer in simple black clothing stood beside the stairway.

“Excuse me,” Randall said to the bouncer, yelling to be heard over the music, “I think my girlfriend is in there.”

“You can’t go in,” the bouncer said. Randall wasn’t sure if the bouncer had even really paid attention to his question.

“Can you at least tell her I’m waiting for her?” Randall asked. “Her name is Tina.” The bouncer looked at Randall for a moment, and then without any expression, turned to head up the stairs. Randall had to wait for what felt like forever, though it was only a few minutes. The bouncer came downstairs and came directly up to Randall.

“She’ll be out in a minute,” the bouncer said. “You’ll have to wait outside for her.”

“What?” Randall said. He wasn’t sure he heard the bouncer clearly over the music, because it sounded like the bouncer meant Randall would have to wait outside of the club, but Randall couldn’t understand why he would have to leave the club entirely. “What did you say?”

“Are you arguing with me?” The bouncer said, stepping forward.

“No,” Randall said, “I just don’t understand. I just want to see my girlfriend…”

“I told you to wait outside,” the bouncer said as if he had reached the end of his patience, and he grabbed Randall and spun him around. Holding Randall by the back of the neck with one hand, and holding one of Randall’s arms with the other, the bouncer proceeded to push Randall across the dance floor. People parted as Randall was marched across the club, and everyone seemed to be looking at Randall and laughing a little. He felt humiliated.

“You don’t need to push!” Randall said, and tried to break free. However, Randall’s struggle only made the Bouncer hold him more roughly. They reached a door where another bouncer was, and the bouncer holding Randall whispered something into the second bouncer’s ear.

“This way,” The second bouncer said. They went through a side door, down a hallway, and then out a back door. It seemed to Randall that they were being particular about where they took him, though he didn’t know why.

When they were outside in the alley behind the club, Randall was pushed so that he fell to the ground. Then he was picked up again and held from behind. One of the bouncers punched him in the gut. And then again.

“Why – OOF!!” Randall lost his breath with the punch. “Why are you doing this?”

“You shouldn’t have been harassing the girls in the club!” the bouncer holding him said with a laugh.

“And then resisting the bouncers on the way out!” the bouncer doing the punching said, joining in the laughter.

“But I didn’t harass anyo- UNH!!” Randall protested.

“Well, that’s going to be the story if any cops ask,” One of the bouncers said.

“It’s a pretty common story,” the other bouncer said, and punctuated his statement with a pretty heavy punch to Randall’s face.

“Hey, not too much,” the first bouncer said. “Let’s just keep it fun…” Randall lost focus on what they were saying as they tossed him back and forth between them and punched him around. They laughed a lot as they did things like do mock wrestling moves on him. When they noticed Randall was crying a little, they mocked him.

The beating didn’t go on for as long as Randall felt like it did, and eventually the two bouncers left Randall sitting in the alley as they slammed the door of the club behind them when they went back in. Randall sat and he tried to stop crying. He felt pathetic, sitting there crying. From a point of view of his pride, he could handle the beating, because he was obviously outclassed in size and numbers. However, he hated feeling so powerless in a situation that was so unfair. They must have got mixed up somehow, and he just took the punishment for the crime of someone else.

Randall got up and he wasn’t sure what to do. Just as he was pondering what to do, the door to the club opened and Tina came out.

“Oh my god!” she said as she rushed up to Randall, her high heels clicking against the pavement of the alley. “Those jerks! What did they do to you?”

“It’s nothing,” Randall said, trying to act tough.

“No, it’s not nothing!” Tina said, holding Randall tight. Even though his ribs were bruised and aching, and her huge firm breasts pushing into him hurt a little, Randall couldn’t help but feel comforted by her embrace. “We should call the cops or something. Do you know why they did that?”

“No, I was just,” Randall paused. He didn’t want to describe the situation as if he was in the process of desperately searching for her just before the bouncers attacked him. “They said something about harassing a girl. I think they got me mixed up with someone else. I just want to forget it.”

“Let’s get you home,” Tina said, and they slowly made their way out of the club and got a taxi.

After that night, Tina became a little more distant, and Randall wondered if maybe it had something to do with having been beaten up. She spoke about the incident with sympathy and understanding, but maybe, Randall wondered, if on some level it was simply instinctual for a woman to feel a slight loss of attraction to a man who lost a fight.

Randall wanted to win her feelings back, and he remembered the dress they had seen that day in the summer. He had tried to save up some money, but with a student’s schedule, and taking Tina out on ever more expensive dates, it was hard to have enough left over to put aside. However, he had a credit card that his parents had co-signed for him. It had a small spending limit, and was intended for emergencies. Randall knew it was slightly irresponsible, but there was an anxiety inside him that made him feel he had to do something.

Tina’s birthday was coming up, and Randall knew that he would have to make a big gesture because Tina was popular and lots of people would want to celebrate her birthday with her. He wanted to do something that would stand out from just regular parties. The dress was no only a reminder of their summer together, it would show how thoughtful he was in remembering her. It would also show how he had worked and saved for her. What woman wouldn’t want a guy who goes to such an effort for her?

He went down to the store and was relieved that the dress was still available. The same saleswoman was there, who snobbishly said that their clothes don’t go out of style quickly like common fads. Randall ignored her snobbery, paid partly in cash, and partly in credit, and walked out with a brand new dress in a beautifully gift wrapped box.

Randall set up a special date to give her the dress. There was a restaurant overlooking the river that went through the middle of town that was known for having the most romantic views. They were fully booked on Tina’s birthday, but Randall went in person and managed to impress the restaurant hose with his boyishly enthusiastic romanticism. With a little shuffling and some extra chairs, Randall got a nice table with a window view. He left the dress in it’s box with the staff so that he could make it a surprise.

“Happy birthday!” Randall exclaimed as he reached under the table and pulled out the box. His surprise had the desired effect, as Tina was confused as to how Randall had produced the gift when he hadn’t been carrying anything earlier. It was after dinner, and they were having some drinks. Randall noticed that Tina seemed to really enjoy the restaurant, as she was always looking around, and seemed to smile and be pleased as she took the atmosphere in. However, now Randall wanted to bring her focus back to him.

“Oh my god!” Tina squealed as she pulled the dress out of its elegant box. “You got it! You actually got it for me.” They both leaned over the table so she could kiss him. She stared at it with amazement in her eyes. She then looked a little guilty. “Randy, can you really afford this? I love it, but…”

“Don’t worry,” Randall said, “I had to work pretty hard, and I’ll have to be a little careful for a little while, but I’ve got it under control.” Randall didn’t want Tina to worry so as to spoil the effect of the dress, but he also wanted her to know how much effort it was. Tina carefully put the dress back in its box, folding it delicately so as not to create any new creases. Then she stood up.

“We’ll have to find the right occasion for me to wear it for you,” Tina said. “For now, though, you’ll have to settle for me freshening up my make up,” she said as a light hearted way of excusing herself to the washroom. She kissed Randall on the forehead, and then he watched her perfect ass in her tight skirt, and noted how every man in the restaurant noticed her walking by, trying to be subtle so their dates wouldn’t be jealous. Only some of the men were successful in that. One man sitting at the bar was by himself, presumably waiting for his date, who didn’t have to be so subtle, looked at Tina admiringly. Then he looked back to Randall and gave a nod, as if to say, “good job landing her.” Randall nodded back, satisfied with the attention he got from being with her. Then Randall turned to look out the window and enjoy the view while Tina was away.

It seemed to Randall to be a long time, though he figured he was just anxious to get her back. He wondered if he should take her back to his dorm, or maybe drive somewhere private. He didn’t like that he had to go from this expensive restaurant to somewhere as un-classy as his car or his dorm room to have sex with her. That was life as a college student, he sighed to himself, and resigned himself that he just didn’t have the money now, but he would one day. One day, he would make Tina proud of him and be able to give her everything a woman could want.

Randall looked at his mobile phone to see the time. He didn’t see it when she first walked away, though, so he didn’t know how long had passed. He noted the guy at the bar was gone, so she had been gone long enough for the customers in the restaurant to change a bit, if that meant anything. Just when he thought it was getting just a little too long that he might have to check on her, she reappeared, smiling wide. Tina gave Randall a big, passionate kiss as soon as she reached the table.

“Sorry,” she said as she sat down, “there was a wait, both to get in and to use the tiny little mirror they have in there.”

“I don’t mind,” Randall said, and he meant it. Randall had become a little impatient, but any bad feelings he ever had, big or small, always seemed to melt away as soon as he was with Tina again.

Unfortunately, she never wore the dress for him. She later mentioned that she had tried it on, and it didn’t fit, so she had it altered but they cut it too small and now it couldn’t fit. Randall was so disappointed that he couldn’t hide from her how disappointed he was and he sulked. That reaction, though, made her respond by seeing him as the poor college student he was trying to elevate himself from being. He had become aware that she was probably seeing richer people, people who wouldn’t be so hung up on a dress. People who could afford to replace it easily.

From then, the relationship only became more distant. They stopped seeing each other less and less, and she would only phone sometimes and when she did she seemed distracted.

One evening, Randall got the idea in his head that he needed to profess his love for her, to even propose marriage. He bought some flowers and went over to her apartment. She didn’t answer the door, but it seemed the lights were on. He knew where she hid a spare key, so he let himself in. That’s when he found her fucking another man. He stepped in to her bedroom to see her riding on top of him, her huge tits bouncing and swaying seductively. Even with the man’s hands holding her breasts up, they were too big to be contained.. The man ignored

“Stop!” Randall yelled, and Tina and the man looked back, but then they just laughed a little and went back to what they were doing. “Hey! Don’t you ignore me!” Randall said, taking another step forward.

“Kid,” the man said, not taking his eyes off Tina, “Fuck off or I’ll kick your ass.” The man was older but much bigger and clearly much more fit than Tina. Randall looked around the room, thinking that although the man was probably more likely to win a straight fight, Randall could maybe surprise him before the man got a chance to defend himself.

However, more important than the man’s reaction, Tina clearly was not interested in being saved or having Randall fight for her. She looked over at Randall, and, smiling, said “It’s over Randall. You can go now.” Then she and the man looked at each other, smiled, and Tina leaned over to kiss him passionately.

Randall stood there dumbfounded, feeling like an idiot holding his flowers, and watching his girlfriend fuck another man. Tina looked so good, it was hard to take his eyes off her, even though she was doing for another man what Randall wished she was doing for him. Eventually, Randall walked out, feeling humiliated. It hurt as a way of breaking up so much because it was such a casual dismissal from Tina. After all the time they had been together, she just treated him like a minor distraction while enjoying another man’s cock inside her.

Randall resolved to move on, but he couldn’t. His feelings were too intense. He felt he needed some kind of justice, at the very least an acknowledgement of who he had been in her life. He felt like he should vent his anger at her. He felt like he should have the opportunity to express his hurt. Confusingly, though, whenever his thoughts turned sexual, he thought of her. She was his ideal woman, and he was hung up on her in a big way. His cock got hard at the very thought of her, which confused all the other thoughts and seemed to even over ride them.

He called her frequently and she would not answer. He begged into her answering service for her to talk to him. He sent her long emails explaining his feelings.

One day, she finally responded to an email, agreeing to meet him at the park to talk.

They talked about how it was that Randall had helped Tina get to the point where she felt she should go beyond Randall.

“It’s hard to explain,” Tina said. “You helped me realize how beautiful I was. Then I got attention from people I used to think were too rich and beautiful for me. I finally understood that I was part of that group. But you’re not part of that group. You’re part of the group that wants to be with people like me. The right thing to do would have been for me to leave you. But I guess a part of me wanted to experience the feeling of knowing you wanted me. Every day I see guys who look at me and want me but are too afraid to come up to me. And I like that they want me but can’t have me. With you, though, the feeling was a thousand times more potent because I could see up close your desire and really experience it.”

“So,” Randall choked out, “you strung me along so you could watch me wanting you.”

“I’m so sorry Randy,” Tina said sympathetically, and then she pulled him close so that he was leaning on her shoulder and his chin was touching the top of her breast. She nuzzled her chin over top his head and wrapped an arm around him. He could see right down into her cleavage, which made him horny, which then confused him because he both wanted to be angry with her but also wanted to fuck her. He could smell her gentle perfume, which intoxicated him and made him feel like he was enveloped in her world. “I know it was wrong of me, but you kept encouraging me to feel beautiful, and this was the way that made me feel most beautiful. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I don’t know,” Randall said, “I guess I did push you in that direction, but I never imagined you would think you were too good for me.” A part of Randall fought in his head to pursue that feeling, to push her away and yell at her for thinking she was too good for him. He knew he should storm off, secure that he was totally justified in thinking she was an arrogant bitch. However, he didn’t want to do that because as much as he lashed out, if he let her go, he would also feel like in some way he was agreeing that she was out of his league. He knew that she would simply walk back into the arms of the other man while he would just end up alone. Letting her go felt like losing. Also, as he stared down into the depth of cleavage between her pillowy tits, his penis became extremely hard. He wanted to fuck her so bad, and another part of him wondered if he forgave her, maybe she would fuck him. “It’s okay,” Randall said, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” Tina said as she squeezed him which made her breast push up into his face. He breathed in the smell of her soft skin and wanted desperately to grab her tits and squeeze them and put his cock between them and fuck them until he came on her face. However, he didn’t feel like he had the right to touch her like a boyfriend can anymore since they were in the middle of a discussion that was very much like breaking up. “It means a lot to me that you can still forgive me after all that’s happened.”

A cute electronic song played from within Tina’s purse. With her free hand she reached inside and pulled it out. She quickly glanced at the screen then turned to Randall and said, “I’m sorry, can I take this? I’ll be really quick.”

Randall didn’t want to break the moment, but it felt that all it would do is make him look more jealous and afraid of other men if he insisted that she not take it. He pulled up so he was free of her again and nodded, though the look on his face probably gave away that he didn’t really want her to take the call.

Tina turned her back to Randall and held her hand over her mouth not as an act of privacy but as a display to Randall that she was trying to protect him from hearing anything hurtful. However, she didn’t lower her voice sufficiently, so Randall was able to hear everything she said.

“Hi!” Tina said, obviously happy to be getting the call. “What’s up?” Then a long pause. “Hah hah, already? But I only just left you. I can even still feel it inside me, you did it so hard.The taste is still in my mouth, too.” Pause, and a giggle. “I want you too. I’m going to come see you right after I finish what I’m doing here.” Pause. “Okay, see you soon.” Then she clicked her phone shut and turned back to Randall. She looked a little sheepish, sorry that she had broken the moment with Randall, and not sure if he had heard any of it.

Randall had heard everything, though, and was insane with jealousy. It was obvious from her words that she had just been fucking someone, and intended to go right back to fucking that person. It was as if breaking up with Randall was a chore that merely interrupted the great sex she was having without him. A part of Randall wanted to scream at her. However, he knew that acting that way would prove that he wasn’t part of the cool crowd she was saying she wanted to be with. People in that crowd didn’t act jealous and angry. They would simply move on to someone else, because they were beautiful and popular and had those options. Randall knew that he didn’t actually have those options, he would spend a long time alone once he walked away from Tina, while she would be fucking someone else. Fucking someone else literally within minutes of dumping him. However, he was determined to act as if he was in her league, because he wanted her to see him that way.

“Was that your new boyfriend?” Randall asked in an accusatory tone.

“Randy,” Tina said, putting one hand on his thigh. Her touch was electrifying. “I don’t have a ‘boyfriend’. It doesn’t work that way. I see who I want now. He’s the guy I want to be seeing.”

“Then can you see me too?” Randall asked. He didn’t mean it to sound as pathetic as it sounded. He wanted to sound as if he was ready to play her game at her level, by being another one of her many beautiful friends who were too cool to be bothered by who slept with who. Instead, however, it came out sounding like he was merely desperate to have her, no matter the cost of sacrificing sharing her with others.

“Randy,” she said with a condescending tone, “you couldn’t handle it. Think of how much you’ve been hurt already. Would you really want that to continue?”

“That was different,” Randall said with pumped up confidence. “I was surprised by what you were doing. If I knew, if it was agreed in advance, then I could handle it.”

Tina smiled a little in a way that made it clear she thought he was trying too hard. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” she said. “I don’t want to have to watch what I say around you. And I know if I start talking about what happened with me and some other guy, you’ll be heart broken.”

“Do you tell each guy what you do with the other guys?” Randall asked as a challenge.

“See?” Tina said. “Already you’re trying to find reasons to make it so that I won’t tell you things. I’m not going to watch what I say.”

“No, I mean it,” Randall said defiantly. “Go on, try me. Tell me something you think I couldn’t handle.”

“Really?” Tina said. She smiled for a moment, and then she seemed to think that smiling was inappropriate, so she stopped and then looked as though she were trying to think of something to say. “All right, would you be upset if I told you that the guy I’m seeing has a really big cock, much bigger than yours?” Randall was incredibly bothered. He was bothered both because she was challenging him and he didn’t want to look like he was affected, and also because he was jealous that she was fucking a guy with a huge cock. “It’s so big that I have a hard time getting it into my mouth, but I love the feeling of having to stretch my jaw and stuffing it in.”

“You,” Randall started speaking before he really thought about the impression his words would make, “You use your mouth on him?”

“I love sucking cock,” Tina said. “It has to be a big cock, though, much bigger than yours, for me to enjoy it. There’s something about a really big, long, cock that’s hard like pipe that has a power to it that I love. It makes me want to worship it, to do anything for it. I get wet just thinking about it.” Tina squirmed a little and crossed her legs. The movement of her long, sexy legs distracted Randall momentarily from the words that hurt him by comparing his small penis to the kind of huge cock Tina was used to. “I let guys with big cocks fuck me any way they want, in the ass if…”

“Stop.” Randall said. He was trying to act casual, but there was so much tension inside him that involuntary tears formed at the edge of his eyes. Her words were filling his mind up with images that he didn’t want to have, of his beloved Tina being fucked hard in countless ways.

“I said you wouldn’t want to hear,” Tina said. “Don’t ask me for more.”

“You’re deliberately saying the worst things,” Randall said. “You’re exaggerating things just to push me away.”

“Even if I didn’t say it,” Tina said, “you would be thinking it. You would know the things I was doing when I wasn’t with you. Your imagination would be just as bad, and if I said something that hinted at what I was doing, you’d figure out the rest. So if you can’t handle hearing it, then you can’t handle it.”

Randall was determined that he would show her that he wasn’t too weak to play at her level. “If that’s the worst, then I can take it.”

“Well…” Tina said, her voice trailing off. Then she added very quietly, “it’s not really the ‘worst’…”

“What do you mean?” Randall said. He honestly couldn’t imagine what could be worse than imagining her being fucked by men with bigger and better cocks and her enjoying it more than anything she did with him. Just knowing that she loved sucking cock while she would never do it with him was on it’s own was devastating, and he was trying hard to keep his jealousy about that pressed down deep into the pit of his stomach where he hoped he could hold it there until he was alone and could vent his frustration safe from her eyes.

“I’ve done things,” Tina said, “things that you would think were cruel to you. Randy, you really don’t want to know. I should just go…” Tina sat up straight, causing Randall to do so as well. She reached for her purse, getting ready to leave.

“No!” Randall blurted out. He felt caught. His heart was tearing slowly and painfully just knowing that there was worse information to hear. But he didn’t want to show that he was crushed. He didn’t want to appear weak, that knowing what she did affected him.

Somehow, the feeling of her walking away, having done so much without Randall, done things behind his back, and going off to do more of it, while Randall had nothing to compare to it all made him feel like he was losing somehow. He was losing to her, and to the man she was fucking. They had it all, and for Randall to not have any of it made him feel left out of a bigger world. He wanted to fight to get Tina to stay with him, so that he could fuck her and prove to her he was as good as other men. He wanted to stay with her long enough to prove to himself and to her and to the world that he wasn’t the guy who could be so easily ignored.

He had to find the balance of being strong enough to hear it, and self confident enough to reprimand her, but it was so hard with the distance between his love for her and what she was saying being so large. Now that she added that she would walk away the moment he showed that he couldn’t handle her words, he felt more desperate to stay and hear it. He knew that as soon as she walked away, that would be the end of the relationship with the hottest woman he would ever date. “Stop underestimating me,” Randall said with false bravado, “I can take anything you say. What’s ‘worse’?”

“Remember that time at the club when you got beat up by those bouncers?” Tina asked, as if Randall could have possibly forgot such a humiliating moment in his life. “I saw it happen. There was a window in the VIP area looking down into the alley, and I watched the whole thing. I could have opened the window and said something, but I didn’t.”

Randall was puzzled for a moment. He didn’t think that was so bad. If all she did was be too timid to stop a fight, then he could easily look past it.

“That’s not so bad,” Randall said. “I don’t blame you if you were too scared to get involved in a fight…”

“No,” Tina interrupted, “that’s not it. I didn’t open the window and say anything because I was being fucked at the time. I was being fucked while I watched you get beat up. The guy had such a big cock and it felt so good I didn’t want it to stop.”

Randall felt a lump in his throat that physically prevented him from speaking. He only hoped that on the outside he was able to hide the feelings of being crushed that he felt on the inside.

“He was laughing at you,” Tina said, “and it made him so hard to see you get beat up, so I just watched and enjoyed it.”

Randy noted that it was vague whether or not she was saying she was enjoying the other guy’s cock or seeing Randall get beat up. Either way, Randall knew he had every right to get extremely angry with her. However, he was too aware of the power balance between them. He could rant at her all he wanted, and she would still end up being treated to expensive restaurants and the best clubs by men she would fuck and enjoy, and he would just be home alone, or out trying to find the next girlfriend. It all came so easy for her because of how beautiful she was. It felt humiliating to be the person who did the yelling. He wanted to be the person who was in on the game, the one who was with the woman who could choose who to be with. Lashing out felt only like the clear indicator of having lost. Of being the loser.

“I’m sorry,” Tina said, and as she did, she put a hand on Randall’s thigh and ran rubbed it comfortingly up and down. Her hand, which had an electric, exciting feel to it anyway, came upwards just to the point of almost touching Randall’s penis, which was a little hard already and it hardened enough to push his jeans outward a little. Tina seemed oblivious to the effect she was having. As her hand casually moved up so agonizingly near his cock time after time, Randall felt his jealousy and rage become diluted with more and more lust. He wanted to fuck her so bad. He even moved his pelvis slightly, so slightly that he hoped she wouldn’t perceive it, so that maybe her hand would touch his crotch. It didn’t seem like she noticed his movement, but her hand nonetheless never reached where he hoped it would go.

“And then there was the dress…” Tina said, hinting at more, but leaving it to Randall to decide if he wanted to hear it.

“The dress I bought for you?” Randall asked. “The one you didn’t wear for me.” Randall’s voice trailed off as it dawned on him that obviously it wasn’t just a simple accident that had damaged the dress making it so that she couldn’t wear it. The dress was symbolic in Randall’s mind of how he had built Tina up to look like the girl he wanted her to look like, and he had masturbated over and over, fantasizing about seeing her in it. He was disappointed at simply having the fantasy denied when he first heard she couldn’t wear it. Now, he was on the verge of hearing how his fantasies had not only been denied, but perverted into something else. He swallowed into a dry throat, not sure if he really could handle hearing it.

“I’m sorry,” Tina said as she turned to face Randall and leaned just a little toward him, making her ample cleavage that much more obvious. Randall simply stared down into the cavernous depth between her breasts, his lust battling his common sense and making it hard to decide what to do. “The reason I didn’t wear it for you is because… oh, Randy, I think we’ve taken this far enough. You can’t…”

“Tell me!” Randall blurted out. The way her full, sexy, red lips moved was almost motivation enough to want her to keep talking. More than that, though, Randall had some kind of perverse curiosity now. He had gone so far into the hurtful world of knowing the truth, he wanted to hear the rest. He needed to hear the rest. While he was hurting badly from knowing that she had done all these things to betray his trust and his love, there was something exciting about getting to know this new, wild and wicked woman. He loved the sweet, supportive Tina that he knew before. This new Tina, sexually adventurous and dangerous, was intoxicatingly sexy. He wanted to be ******* to her. He wanted to be a part of this new Tina’s life, to fuck her and be with her the way that men who already knew her enjoyed her.

“I wanted to wear it for you,” Tina said. “Honestly, I wanted you to see me in it, I really did. But, I wanted to please him even more, so I wore it for him instead, and, well, the dress got ruined, so I couldn’t wear it for you. So it did get ruined, I just lied about how. I’m sorry, Randall. I just thought the truth would be too hurtful for you.”

“Ruined?” Randall asked. “Ruined how?”

“Randall,” Tina said as she put her hand on his knee, “are you that sure you want to know?”

“I want to know!” Randall shouted, shaking. He knew details would hurt. A voice from a part of him that was dying inside begged himself not to ask. What kept him driven to know was that it hurt to think of her as having a secret life hidden away from him that he couldn’t ask about. The feeling of her pulling away into the unknown tore the connection to her he felt in his heart. He wanted to close that connection, even if it meant having her words slice through his heart like a sword.

“He took me out that night,” Tina said slowly, “out to dinner and then for drinks, and then a club. You were right that I would look really good in that dress. I could tell that every guy was looking at me all night long. He was so proud to be out with me that night, and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I felt so beautiful that it was exciting…”

“Stop!” Randall interrupted. He was hearing the wrong details. Knowing that this other man got to experience the feeling of being seen with Tina when she was looking so gorgeous, in the dress Randall had bought for her precisely so that he could have that feeling, ate at him. It was exactly what he had fantasized about, but another man got to enjoy it. “Just tell me how the dress got ruined.”

“I shouldn’t…” Tina said, but Randall interrupted her again.

“Just tell me!” Randall insisted.

“He liked the dress so much he insisted I leave it on while he fucked me,” Tina said slowly and carefully. “He fucked me really hard. Really, really hard. So hard that the seams on the dress got pulled and ripped. He came over and over again, and each time he sprayed it all over the dress. It got soaked in his cum, but what really ruined the dress was when he pissed on it.”

“He did what?!?” Randall blurted out. “I thought you said you were wearing the dress while he…. while you… “

“Yes,” Tina said, “I was. He pissed all over the dress with me in it. I was kneeling in front of him and he pissed all over my tits.” As Tina spoke, she delicately ran the fingers of one hand over her breasts, down into he cleavage and up again, emphasizing their large size and smooth, round shape. The motion drew Randall’s attention and he couldn’t help stare down at her tits. He was so distracted by their erotic appeal that he didn’t see the look on Tina’s face as she closed her eyes and lightly licked her lips, enjoying the memory. “The whole dress was completely soaked. And then he grabbed me by the back of the head and choked me with his cock until he came down my throat.” Tina stopped, realizing that she was more lost in her own thoughts than speaking to Randall. She thought she might have pushed too far.

Randall, however, had leaned over and was clinging to her. He had wrapped his arms around her and was snuggled up to her like a child clings to its mother. His face pressed into her shoulder and her breast, but his eyes could still see down into her deep cleavage. The strange mix of comfort and lust touched him on primal levels where he felt he was getting some kind of affection from her. They were powerful enough to hope for her to somehow make the hurt go away, and that she could somehow be forgiven. The part of him that heard her words felt a pain that couldn’t be entirely ignored by his heart and his penis, however, so the conflict inside him doubled his pain. She was so beautiful, he loved her so much, she made him so horny just to look at her, that he just couldn’t react the way a part of him knew he should react.

“Did you know he was going to ruin it when you wore it for him?” Randall asked. “Did you know you wouldn’t be able to wear it for me, even though you wanted to?”

“On my birthday, the night you gave it to me,” Tina went on, “that was when he told me he was going to piss on it, with me in it.”

“You talked to him that night?” Randall asked, confused. “But, we were together the whole time.”

“He was at the restaurant,” Tina said. “I told him where we were going so he could be there. When I went to the washroom, he followed me in and locked the door. We fucked while you waited at the table. It was his birthday gift to me, to cheat on you right in the middle of your romantic date for me. I told him about the dress and he told me to wear it for him before wearing it for you. While he was cumming in my mouth he told me he was going to piss on the dress.”

Randall felt ill as he remembered how Tina had kissed him when she came back to the table that time at the restaurant. She had been sucking another man’s cock literally moments before.

“So has it been the one guy the whole time?” Randall asked.

“No,” Tina said quietly. “I met him at a party just after the new year, and I’ve been seeing only him since. But I fucked a few other men at the beginning of the school year, when I was still discovering what I could do.” Tina paused. Randall felt sick. Right from the beginning of the school year, when their relationship was still in the early stages, she was already casually cheating on him. “Friends of yours.” Tina added, even more quietly. Randall’s jaw dropped. He stood up from the bench.

“Friends of mine?” He yelled. People walking by clearly noticed, but they kept walking. “Who?”

“Ryan, Andy,” Tina listed. She paused, then said “John.” The last name, Randall’s best friend, landed in Randall’s stomach like a grenade.

“You fucked all my friends?!” Randall felt even more betrayed. Betrayed by a lover is one thing, but now he knew that all his good friends had easily sacrificed their friendship with him for a chance to be with her. Not only that, but it was clear that she had initiated it, meaning she deliberately tested his friends to see if she could make them part of her betrayal, to test her power. “When… how…?”

“They were at some of the parties I went to without you,” Tina explained. “Ryan and Andy fucked me at the same time once. John and I were kind of seeing each other for a while.”

“Behind my back,” Randall said, as if finishing a sentence for Tina. “You were seeing him behind my back for how long?”

“A few weeks,” Tina said. She was looking down and her voice was cautious, as if she expected Randall to lash out at any moment. “Sometimes when we were all hanging out, he and I would fuck in your bedroom. It was kind of exciting to see how close we could get without you knowing.”

Randall snapped. Not only was his girlfriend dumping him with the most cruel, humiliating information possible, he now felt like he lost any support he’d had. His friends had all betrayed him. They all knew, and participated in her wicked game. Who was he going to turn to now?

“You bitch!” Randall yelled, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head to the side and he got ready to punch her. He cocked his fist and hesitated. He wasn’t by nature the type of man who would hit a woman. He had to be pushed to extremes before he would go to that level. In his head he knew that he should do it, she deserved it. However, before he could release and find out for himself if he had it in him to hit her, he felt a hand grab his wrist. He turned, and a large man, older, but a head taller than Randall and had the look of an ex-Marine, was holding Randall’s arm from hitting Tina. The man twisted Randall’s arm in a way that forced him to let go of Tina a and twist backwards a bit. He obviously knew how to fight, and Randall stopped resisting the motion and held up his free hand to indicate he wasn’t going to fight.

“Are you okay?” The man asked in a gruff voice to Tina.

“Yes,” Tina said as she brushed her hair with her hand, and quickly regained her composure. She smiled at the man and he smiled back.

“Do you want to go, or for me to take this guy somewhere?” The man asked.

“Hey,” Randall said, “This is none of your business! You don’t even know…” Randall was cut short by the man twisting his arm a bit more.

“Shut up!” The man said. “I ain’t never let a man hit a pretty lady, and I ain’t going to now!” Then he looked back at Tina. “What will it be, ma’am?”

“It’s okay,” Tina said gently. “He won’t hurt me.”

“You sure?” The man said doubtfully.

“Yes,” Tina said, looking at Randall. She was responding to the man, but her words were partly directed at Randall, to see if he would object. He looked downward, indicating that he was not going to do anything.

The man grudgingly let go of Randall, who stood up but didn’t make eye contact with the man. Tina smiled again at the man who smiled back. He walked on, pushing by Randall enough to let him know that he might be back.

Randall sat down on the park bench again with a respectful distance from Tina. Randall felt like the whole world was against him. Even complete strangers were on her side. If he tried to do anything physical, any one or more of dozens of men walking through the park would love the excuse to jump in and beat Randall up in order to play the knight in shining armor for Tina. Beautiful people have all the advantages.

They sat in silence as Randall waited for the people in the area who had noticed the excitement to slowly lost interest and move on. Before Randall became comfortable again, Tina spoke.

“I should go,” Tina said, as she picked up her purse and put it on her lap.

“What?” Randall said. He wanted to grab her, but he knew that it would only possibly attract attention. He spoke hurriedly to try and make up for his lack of physical options. “We’re not finished yet!”

“Aren’t we?” Tina said. “There’s no point to me telling you all this. It’s just hurting you, and that was your choice to hear it. You beg me to tell you and then you get angry. So why are we even talking?”

“Tina, please,” Randall said, not knowing how he would answer her question. He wasn’t even sure himself why he was still here, listening to her cruel and sadistic words. He looked down at his hands, which he was unconsciously holding up, as if they had something in them, something that had an answer.

Then Randall laughed. It was a forced, deliberate laugh. An obvious attempt to act like he got a joke. Tina looked at him puzzled. She didn’t know why he was laughing, but it did make her not continue getting ready to leave. “I get it,” Randall said. “Now I see what this is all about.”

“You do?” Tina asked with genuine curiosity.

“Yes,” Randall said, as if he had it all figured out. “All this stuff you’re telling me. It’s just so far over the top. It’s too much. You’re exaggerating things so that I’ll hate you and so you won’t have to deal with any complicated break up issues. This is your way of making it easy on yourself.” Randall added more deliberate laughter to punctuate his words.

“You think I didn’t do all the things I’ve said?” Tina asked with an amused tone of voice.

“I think you did do most of the things you say you did,” Randall explained, “but I think you’re making it all sound more harsh than it actually was. You’re making it sound like it was all deliberate.”

“And if so, then what do you think happens now?” Tina asked.

“I think that you’re afraid I won’t be able to handle how you are now,” Randall said, “but I want you to know you’re wrong. You’ve been testing me here, but look at me. I’m fine. I can handle an open relationship or whatever it is you are doing these days.”

Tina laughed slightly. “Open relationship?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Randall said. “Or whatever. You keep talking to me as if I’m not able to play at your level, but I think you’ll be surprised. Give me a chance. We can change the relationship to how you need it to be, just let me show you that I can do it.”

“You would do that for me?” Tina asked, smiling sweetly. “You would let me fuck whoever I want, whenever I want? You’d let me get away with anything, just to stay with me?”

“Yes,” Randall said. He knew it was the most desperate place a man could be. He knew he was giving up his pride. He couldn’t help it though. His cock was hard underneath his pants, his heart was hurting inside his chest, and his mind was confused with all sorts of information about a reality he couldn’t keep up with. He looked at her beautiful face, her cock hardening tits, and her long sexy legs and he wanted her so bad. He knew he would never be with a woman as gorgeous as this again, and he was not ready to give up.

“What about you?” Tina asked. “What if I didn’t want you to fuck any other women? What if I insisted that you be loyal to me even though I’m not loyal to you?”

“Yes!” Randall said. It was strange to be enthusiastic about such an unfair arrangement, but he felt like she was starting to offer something, and he was ready to take anything.

“What if I even wanted you to stay home so I knew where you were” Tina asked. “What if I wanted you to wait beside the phone for me, even though I was fucking another man while you waited. Wouldn’t it hurt you too much to imagine some other man’s cock between my tits while I sucked on him, while you were home alone? And I might not even call?”

Randall knew that she was deliberately testing the extremes, and he hoped that she was just exaggerating to make a point. Still, as he looked into her cleavage and thought about a cock sliding up and down between them, he was delirious with desire. “Yes,” he said, as obedient as a dog.

Tina smiled, and Randall felt like he had passed her test. He took her smile to mean he was right, he had passed her test, and now they could talk about some way in which he could still see her. He immediately began planning how he could maybe act cool and casual, making the impression that he was as cavalier about sex and relationships as Tina and all her elite friends were. He was burning inside to make her his and his alone, but he would go through any test. He resolved he was going to win this game.

“Goodbye,” Tina said with sympathy, as if she were saying goodbye to a child. Randall felt is heart drop into his stomach.

“But,” Randall said, though he didn’t know what else to say. “But,” he said again.

“No Randall,” Tina explained gently, “it’s over. I want to fuck other men now. And I don’t want to fuck you.”

Tears welled up in Randall’s eyes. How could this be happening, he wondered. It didn’t make sense. He was sure he saw through her game. He was sure she was just testing him. Could it be true that she had done all that she had said and more just because she enjoyed how it felt to betray him?

“Randy,” Tina said, standing up from the park bench, “I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I’m who I am now because of you, and I like who I am. You wanted me to be the most desired woman, and now, I am. Now it’s time for me to move upward to where this path is taking me. You’re holding me back now. I need to be with better people.”

Randall felt crushed. He had offered the most absolutely extreme offer of loyalty he could imagine, to be cuckolded knowingly, and she was still dumping him. He wasn’t even good enough for her to keep as a slave. He felt so small, and frustrated, and hurt, and most of all, he felt the pulling at his heart as the woman he knew he would always want the most was leaving.

“Please, no,” Randall said, his eyes red and wet with the hurt of letting go. “Just, please say we can talk again. Just give it some time and say we can talk again in a few weeks and give me a chance.”

“No, Randy,” Tina said as she took a step to go. “You can’t do the things for me that I need.”

Tears streamed from Randy’s eyes, and his face went red. He slid right off the park bench onto his knees, and clutched at her leg. “Please! Please don’t go! I need you!” His pride already shattered, he had nothing left to lose.

“Randall!” Tina exclaimed with shock. “You’re embarrassing me!” Randall clutched tighter with both arms around her leg and is face pressed against her thigh. She could feel his hot tears trickling down the gentle curves of her legs. Randall could sense out of the corners of his eyes that the few people in the vicinity were gawking or looking with disapproval or laughter. However, he didn’t care. The pain in his heart was bigger than their scrutiny.

“Please, Tina,” Randall whined. “Please don’t leave me. At least say you’ll see me again after a while. That you’ll give a bit more time. I know this isn’t very cool of me, but I love you this much. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Tina looked off into the distance, across the path into the trees on the other side. She thought for a while, and then turned to look down at Randall.

“Okay,” Tina said, “I’ll be in touch in a few weeks. Maybe things can work out in some way.” She bent over and kissed Randall on the head, and when she did, he was able to smell the perfume between her tits so close that his nose was almost touching her skin. His penis pulsed a little and he felt a little wetness from pre-cum in his underwear. It was so strange to be both tearful and erect at the same time. He loosened his grip and she was able to step away.

“Thank you,” Randall said as she walked away. She turned to give a cute little wave, and then he watched her perfect ass move side to side as she strolled down the pathway.

For the next five weeks, Randall was able to balance his missing Tina with the hope of seeing her again. He masturbated every night thinking about Tina and how he might get the chance to fuck the new, wild her. He imagined himself satisfying her to the point where she decided to stay with him. He knew it was not likely, but after he came into a tissue, he would console himself thinking that even if the ultimate fantasy didn’t work out, he was happy enough to at least have the chance.

After the first two weeks, he tried to find out what she was doing, just to get a sense of how things were going. However, she was nowhere to be found. Not at her usual hang outs, none of her old friends seemed to have any information, and they were cagey about talking to Randall.

Randall was alone for most of it. He stopped returning his friends calls, and he didn’t call them. Knowing that they had all fucked Tina behind his back, he just didn’t feel he could see them anymore. If he and Tina did end up in some kind of relationship, then maybe Randall could find a way to forgive them. However, until he heard from her, he put them on hold.

Which meant he was alone with his anxious feelings about Tina, and having too much alone time to think made him a little crazy.

Finally, one day just before school started again, Randall found a small envelope in his mailbox. It was pink, with pictures of teddy bears and hearts on it. All it said on the front was “Randall”, written in a woman’s deliberately girlish hand writing. It was obvious who it was from.

Randall waited until he got inside his dorm room before he opened it. He was literally shaking with anticipation. He was excited to hear from her. A part of him knew it might be a note saying goodbye, but he had a strong suspicion that it was more likely to be a letter by her going over the details and possibilities of going out again. It wouldn’t be clear saying if they should be together or not, Randall guessed, but would at least open the door to talking again, hopefully in person.

Opening it up, all he found inside was a picture. It slipped out onto the floor and before picking it up, Randall looked inside the envelope for more. He was surprised that there was nothing else. So he bent over and picked up the picture.

It was the size of a post card. It looked like it was printed from a computer printer, and the quality of the image wasn’t so good. The picture itself seemed to be a still shot from a video. However, despite the horizontal lines and the areas that were slightly blocky because of the resolution, it was crystal clear what the image was.

It was a picture of Tina and Randall at the park bench, on the last day he saw her, when she dumped him. Randall was on his knees, clutching her, begging to be with her, just as he remembered. It wasn’t possible to know exactly where the person taking the video would have been standing or how far away. Randall didn’t remember seeing anyone at the park with a video camera, but on the other hand, he was so wrapped up in his feelings for Tina that it wouldn’t have been hard to stay hidden from him.

At the time Randall couldn’t see Tina’s face, but this video was maybe taken by a person standing a few yards away, so that her face could be clearly seen. She was looking directly at the camera, and smiling her big, beautiful smile. It was a smile that radiated joy and made other people marvel at her beauty. It would be a joy to look at if it weren’t for one detail that made the smile as evil as it was beautiful.

She was winking. Winking and holding up one hand with her fingers in a peace “V” sign, as if posing for a casual snapshot at a party.

It was a knowing wink to the person holding the camera, and to herself later when she watched the video.

There was no note written on the back, no explanation of any kind to accompany it. No note or explanation was needed, though, as the meaning was completely obvious.

The whole conversation was a deceit. She was manipulating Randall the whole time, playing innocent and acting sorry as a way to let out all the information she could to torment Randall. She knew Randall well enough to get away with it. To set everything up so he sat there like a chump, trying to act cool while she told him detail after detail that ripped his heart into shreds.

Randall had an image in his head of Tina with the other man with his huge cock inside her, fucking and laughing while they watched the video, mocking Randall as he begged and whimpered for Tina to stay with him.

Randall realized that there were further layers to what she had said. That time when she was watching Randall being beaten up at that Christmas party, it wasn’t just incidental that she was looking out the window while being fucked. Even at the time Randall thought it was weird how they took him all the way around back of the frat house. Now he knew it was because they took him there precisely so that she could watch him be humiliated by a bunch of jocks while she was being fucked. She set that situation up too, so that she could get off on it.

The dress didn’t just happen to be ruined because she wore it for someone else before she wore it for Randall. She deliberately wore it and destroyed it before Randall could have a chance to see it because she knew that it was his fantasy, and she wanted to give that fantasy to another man. She sacrificed the dress as a symbol of how she could take what Randall had given her and enjoy the very betrayal of it.

The sacrificing of the dress in this way was a small part of the bigger sacrifice. Tina had sacrificed their whole relationship by crushing Randall’s heart, deliberately, slowly and sadistically. The sacrifice was made for her to go to a new level of power over people like Randall. People who wanted her, but couldn’t have her. Tina took Randall’s love and support to not only be lifted up from insecurity, but to go beyond Randall, and crushing him was the act of completion, finalizing her as a woman of desire.

The worst kind of anger is the one feels at oneself. Randall realized that he had let himself sit there and take all that Tina had dished out because of his love for her, and his lust for her. Now he wished he had lashed out, called her a slut, and made a stand like a man. However, it was too late. He couldn’t change the past. He was filled with rage about what she had done to him, but it was more than doubled by the rage he felt at himself for having fallen for it.

His rage was doubled further by knowing he would never have a chance to do anything about it. It was completely impotent anger. He knew he would never see her again. He had no idea where she went, or what she was doing. He was a poor college student without any resources. There was nothing he could do about it.

The rage festered inside of him with nowhere to go. He wasn’t able to start any relationships for years after that, and always inside of him was a part that never felt satisfied, always angry that there was no justice.

The worst part was the nights he would spend alone. Tina was so hot, so sexy, that there was a physical lust for her that went on despite everything that his heart felt and his mind knew. It was as if his body refused to change its desire for her no matter how much it hurt to think about her. He knew that while he was lying in bed alone, on any given night she was somewhere else, being wildly fucked by some guy with a huge cock. He found that he couldn’t not think about it, so his mind was filled with images of her fucking, how she looked with he hair spread out on the pillow, her huge tits bouncing back and forth, her lips and tongue expressing ecstasy, her dark eyes looking back with wicked intent. Even though Randall knew another man was seeing these things, the image of it was too hot for him to not be turned on.

To make sense of his conflicting feelings, he had to try and find some way to make sense of it all by combining his feelings of hatred and lust for her and masturbate. Sometimes he fantasized about ****** her, to put her in her place. Other times he fantasized about being under her power somehow. The guilt of wanting her in spite of his feelings, and the forbidden desire of being infatuated with such an evil woman only heightened the sensations. Over and over again, Randall would masturbate furiously thinking about her, and then feel terribly pathetic after he came.

His last year in college went badly. It was similar to the first day of the previous year in that he had so much attention from people as he walked around the campus. This time, though, the attention had a completely different feeling. Most everyone at the school knew him as the guy who was cuckolded by the hottest women on campus. There were muffled giggles, whispers, and awkward interactions.

The situation came to a head when one time in the first semester Randall overheard three guys talking. One of them said, “Well, it makes sense that she was getting some strange on the side. Seriously dude, did you see that chick? She was so far out of that guy’s league that no one could understand what she was even doing with him!” Randall snapped. The guy probably didn’t know that she had stayed with Randall precisely so that she could torture him, but Randall had an anger reaction as if somehow the guy had known and was part of the whole game of betrayal and sadism. Randall jumped across a table and attacked the guy who had been talking. Randall got a few good punches in, but there were three guys, so they beat him up pretty bad.

It didn’t matter that he lost the fight. There were dozens of people who saw him make the first move. He was arrested, did community service, and was kicked out of school. His record made him ineligible to go to any decent school, and he still had the student loans to pay so he couldn’t afford the worst schools. He never got his degree, and spent his life working at jobs far below his aspirations.

He never did see Tina again, and he could only hope she never heard about him, because he knew that if she did, it would only make her laugh. Probably while she was being fucked by some rich guy with a huge cock.