Adultery Mark Tells His Story (Complete Story) BY Pookie

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"Fine you bastard. You were never enough man for me anyways. I can do a lot better than your sorry ass. Just know this though; you will never have another woman as sexy as me. You know it too. When you realize it, you will be coming back to me, begging me to take you back. Don't wait too long though."

I went months before I even felt like dating again. I had no desire to put my heart and emotions on the line again with any girl. I was tired of being hurt while told I was loved. I just wanted to be left alone and finish college now.

Then Melissa came into my life.

I knew who Melissa was for some time. She is well known on campus. It's hard not to notice her when she passes you. I know my chances of ever getting close enough to even talk to her are slim. I didn't even dare believe that she would be interested in dating me.

But one semester, we have a class together. We happen to be seated directly across from each other. I grow to enjoy this class tremendously. The professor is rather boring, which allows my mind to drift during his lectures. I find myself sneaking glances at her. It's hard not to stare at her. I can't help but daydream about what it would be like if she were my girlfriend.

I have no illusions that she would ever be interested in me. I'm not a super athlete or some rich kid. Nothing about me would make her notice me over someone else. But my fantasies are better than listening to a professor who could put anyone to sleep with his dull monotone lectures.

At the time the semester began, she had a boyfriend named Daniel. After a few weeks into the semester, I hear through the gbangvine that she broke up with him a few days before. Rumor has it that she caught him cheating on her. I couldn't help but think what an idiot this guy has to be. Why would any guy that had Melissa as a girlfriend risk being caught cheating on her? What a fucking fool this guy is to throw away a relationship with her.

During the weeks following this bit of news, I begin noticing Melissa glancing at me during the class we share. She would look away when I turn to look at her. I'm not sure what to make of this to be honest. I know she loves to flirt. She is well known for her outrageous flirting. I decide she is just practicing her flirting techniques with me. Well, at least she gives me some attention. Better than nothing, I guess.

The next Monday, she comes into class using crutches. She has a brace around her knee. I listen to her tell another friend in class that she injured her knee playing softball over the weekend. It wasn't very serious, but she had to keep it immobile for about a week. I know she is very good at softball. She has played baseball or softball for most of her life. I watch her as she sits down awkwardly at her desk. I notice her looking for the best place to lay her crutches down.

I realize that here is an opportunity to offer to help her.

"Can I help you with those?"

"Yea ... can you put these over by the wall for me," she asks looking directly into my eyes.

I feel almost hypnotized by the way she is looking at me.

"Sure, no problem. Here, let me take them," I said, reaching to take the crutches from her.

As I grab them with my hands, she moves her hand over one of mine, saying with the cutest smile, "Thank you, Mark."

Well my day can't get any better. So I thought anyways.

After class is over, I get the crutches for her from against the wall.