Adultery Mark Tells His Story (Complete Story) BY Pookie

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She looks down almost blushing as she says, "I asked my friends about you over the past few weeks. I wanted to know more about you. I like you Mark. You're ... different. I mean that in a good way too. Most guys are just interested in me for one reason it seems. I wanted to know you better hoping we could be ... good friends maybe."

She looks up directly into my eyes as she says the last part.
"I was hoping ... we could hang out more ... get to know each other," she says.
"I would like that. I'd love to hang out with you, whenever."
She looks at her watch and realizes we've been talking for hours.
"Oh damn Mark, I promised my daddy I'd meet him an hour ago!"
She quickly pulls out a piece of paper and writes on it.
"Here is my phone number. I'll be home tonight. Call me ... OK?" she says anxiously.
"Yea, sure!"
I help her get to her car before she hurries off to meet her father. I can't believe this! Melissa actually gave me her phone number and I didn't even have to ask for it! She asked me to call her! I have no idea what is happening to my world. All I know is I love the feeling.
Things just keep getting better. I call her that night and we talk for a few hours. The next day after classes, we go to get lunch together. She invites me to her apartment to study together the next day as well. A few days later, she shows up at my job just to see me.
About a week later, I finally get the nerve to ask her to go out on a real date. I'm so nervous as I'm afraid I will scare her off if I try to take our relationship to another level. I fear that this dream I've been living will come to an abrupt end.
"Melissa, would you like to go out with me this Friday night. Maybe get something to eat, go dancing, or a movie?"
"I'd love to. When do you want to pick me up?"
This is a dream come true for me now. I just pray I don't screw up this date. I feel so nervous for the rest of the week, waiting for Friday to arrive. My stomach is now turning somersaults along with my heart. I decide where to take her then change my mind over and over. I want this date to be perfect. Here is my one big chance maybe to win her heart. I seem to be putting everything on the line for this one date. It has to be perfect or she will think I am a dork.
The day finally comes. I see her at college between a few classes. I'm almost afraid to be around her. I'm afraid she will tell me something has come up and she can't make it. She walks up behind me before my last class and grabs my arm. I turn to see her smiling face.
"Still picking me up at seven?
"Yea ... I figure we can go eat first, maybe go dancing ... whatever you want to do."
"Whatever we do will be fun," she says smiling.
I feel a little sense of relief and relax some. But the butterflies in my stomach continue working overtime, calling in re-enforcements.
When I pick her up at her apartment at seven, I give her one red rose. She looks a little surprised and then begins smiling brightly as she tells me to come inside the apartment for a minute. She puts the rose in a vase and set it in the middle of the coffee table.
"I'll put it in my room when we get back tonight," she says smiling sweetly.