24-12-2018, 12:23 PM
She paused at the door, turning back to look at him. Standing there completely naked, his ruggedly handsome face, his hard sculpted body, his long thick cock, he looked like a Greek god, like the David in Rome. Looking at him, standing there like a Greek god, it was hard to argue that he couldn't take care of her, protect her.
But he'd hit her, cheated on her, and demeaned her. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last, if she stayed with him.
She knew what she was giving up. He was a really good quarterback. Like, top 3 draft choice good. The life of the wife of a rich famous pro quarterback had a lot of appeal. Maybe it was that dream that had kept her with him so long.
Mike was so different. Not just compared to Colin, but all the guys she'd ever dated, ever knew really. Mike was kind and sweet, shy and cute. He'd never hit her. He'd never cheat on her, or make her feel bad about heself. He'd treat her like a goddess, put her on a pedestal, do anything and everything for her.
But what were his prospects, really? He was a math major. Okay, a really smart math major, but what kind of job could he get? Nothing like being a pro football player.
But maybe it was time for her to start taking care of herself. She was doing better in college. Marketing was an option. She ought to be able to get some kind of job. And if she did eventually end up with Mike ... well, even if he just taught high college math, with their two salaries they'd be okay. They'd be happy. She'd be happy.
"Goodbye Colin," she said, turning away and leaving.
The next day she woke with an overwhelming sense of guilt. She'd cheated on Mike! Okay, technically they weren't exclusive, he wasn't even officially her boyfriend yet, but still. She couldn't fool herself that Colin had forced himself on her. He had at first, but she knew at the end she'd been more than willing.
The guilt made her want to go to Mike and give herself to him. Make it up to him for being with Colin. But she wanted to take things slow with Mike. She didn't want him to think she was a slut. She wasn't going to let Colin mess all that up.
She called Mike. "Hey you," she said. "Whatcha doing?"
Mike's heart leaped at her voice. "Finishing up in the math lab," he said. "Wanna get together?"
"How about dinner?" she said. "I have a meeting with my advisor." She paused, then added "I really missed you last night Mike."
"I've got some good news and bad news Jenny," Professor Ambrose said. "Good news first. Your grades were much better last grading period. You're off academic probation."
"Oh my god, thank you!" Jen gushed, relief pouring over her. She'd been so close to getting kicked out. "But, um, what's the bad news?"
"I'm sorry Jenny, but Penn State is pulling your scholarship," Professor Ambrose said sadly.
"But my grades are better!" Jen said alarmed.
"And if they continue to get better, your scholarship will be reinstated," Professor Ambrose assured her. "I'm sorry Jenny, there's nothing I can do."
"I know you tried your best Professor," Jen said trying to keep from crying. Penn State was expensive. Her parents didn't have any money. There was no way she could come up with the money. She'd have to drop out.
"I'll loan you the money," Mike said later that night.
"You're on scholarship too, you don't have the money," Jen said.
"I've got some money," Mike assured her. In fact, he'd quietly made a lot of money using his investment software.
"You don't get it," Jen said almost crying. "The best thing I ever did was get into Penn State on scholarship! It's the only thing I've ever done on my own! Now I've messed everything up!"
Mike didn't understand. "I said I'd loan you the money," he offered again.
"You don't get it!" Jen said again, frustrated and angry now, tears flowing down her cheeks. "If I took your money it wouldn't be mine anymore!"
Mike finally understood. He thought a moment, then said, "I'm not giving you the money Jen. I'd expect you to pay me back."
"What?" she said surprised. "How would I do that?"
"You'd have to work this summer," Mike said. "There are jobs out there, you could do it."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Jen said in a mocking tone, but she was mocking herself, not Mike. "You're talking about professional jobs. The only job I've ever had is hostess at restaurants. I've got a pretty face and nice legs. That's ALL I've got to offer Mike. The only jobs I've ever gotten were from my looks. I don't have any skills like you. No one's ever going to give me a real job."
"That's not true!" Mike said. He did a quick search on his computer. "Look, here's a job for a children's counselor at a women's clinic. You could work this job over the summer and during the year, after class. You'd have to stop working at the orphanage, but this kinda does the same thing."
Jen read the listing. "They'd never hire me," she said doubtfully.
"Jen, you can do this!" Mike assured her. "I've seen you at the orphanage. Dana will give you a recommendation, so will Dr. Ambrose. You're so caring Jen, I'm sure they'll hire you."
Jen read the listing again. It WOULD be the perfect job. "You really think they'd hired me?" she asked, her hopes growing.
"They'll at least seriously consider you," Mike assured her. "You're an amazing person Jen. Not just your looks. Inside too. Anyone can see that. They'll see that."
Later that week Jen ran into Mike's frat house and threw herself into his arms. "I got the job!" she excitedly squealed between kissing him. "I mean, I'll be an assistant at first, but if I do well I'll be a full counselor by the end of the summer."
"That's great!" Mike gushed, and they made out and groped in the middle of the room.
Suddenly they realized they weren't alone. They both blushed looking at the surprised faces staring at them. "Uh, Jen, you remember Sam," Mike said awkwardly.
"Yeah, um, hi Sam," Jen said red faced.
"And this Simon, Zack and Drums," Mike said motioning at the other guys in the room.
"Hi guys," Jen said with a little wave. She looked at the last guy. "Um ... Drums?"
"I play in a band," Drums explain.
"Oh, um, which one?" Jen asked.
"The Living Dead," Drums said. "Mike came up with the name. He --."
"Let me show you around," Mike said interrupting Drums. As he led Jen away he glared at Sam. He was having a coughing fit to hide his laughter.
"So it's true, Mike really is dating Jennifer Johnson," Simon said in awe, looking at Jen's tight butt and long legs in her skinny jeans as they walked away.
"Lucky fuck," Zack said also leering at Jen's tight body.
Jen had never been in Mike's frat house before. He showed her around, and then they walked into the bedroom he shared with Sam. "This is where you live?" she asked walking around and looking at everything. She touched and picked up his things, as if getting to know him better. On the wall above his desk hung Jen's painting she'd done in freshman art, the one with the arithmetic and geometric progressions.
She picked up a program on his desk. It was the program from a ballet recital she'd been in earlier that year, before she'd met him. There was a picture of her on the cover, doing a pirouette, showing her petite body and a lot of shapely leg in a ballet tutu, white tights and ballet slippers.
"You went to this?" she asked. Next to the program were 6 ticket stubs. Not only had he gone to her recital, he'd gone to EVERY showing. "You must really like ballet," she said picking up the ticket stubs.
"Uh ... yeah, well ..." he stammered, red face. He hurriedly took the brochure and tickets from her and stuffed them in the desk drawer.
He wanted her to stop her inspection but she kept looking. She looked through a stack of papers. They were his tests from this year. She thumbed through them. She didn't understand any of them ... a lot of math, graphs and equations, all greek to her ... but all of them said A+ or 100/100.
She opened his desk. She knew she was being noisy, but she didn't care, he was standing right there after all. She saw a checkbook, a pile of canceled checks, bank and brokerage statements. "That's private," Mike said, rushing to close the draw. He didn't want her to see how much money he had, he was still unsure about the legality of his investment program. Right before he closed the drawer she saw a canceled check to St. Marthas, the orphanage she volunteered at. Her eyes grew wide. He'd anonymously donated $10,000 to the orphanage.
Finally she saw a pile of Bruce Springsteen CDs. She looked through them. It looked like he had all of Bruce's albums. He walked over and she leaned into him. "He's the best poet ever," she said looking up into his eyes, inviting him to kiss her.
"Yeah," Mike agreed. He took her into his arms and kissed her.
They fell onto his bed, making out. He kissed up her neck and behind her ear. "Yeah, good," she moaned.
They petted as they kissed. As he fondled her breasts she reached between their bodies and cupped his erection, rubbing him. She'd never done that before, not while making out.
He excitedly unbuttoned her blouse, doing a clumsy job. "Take your time," she said giving him a sweet smile, still rubbing him. He was so excited he felt close to passing out, but he managed to get her blouse unbuttoned. She didn't stop him when he pulled the blouse off her.
She'd never let him get this far before. His heart pounded as he looked at her. Her bra was virgin white and made of intricate lace. It was unlined, so it molded around her tits, and the material was so sheer he could see the dark of her aureoles and nipples, which were gratifyingly hard.
But he'd hit her, cheated on her, and demeaned her. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last, if she stayed with him.
She knew what she was giving up. He was a really good quarterback. Like, top 3 draft choice good. The life of the wife of a rich famous pro quarterback had a lot of appeal. Maybe it was that dream that had kept her with him so long.
Mike was so different. Not just compared to Colin, but all the guys she'd ever dated, ever knew really. Mike was kind and sweet, shy and cute. He'd never hit her. He'd never cheat on her, or make her feel bad about heself. He'd treat her like a goddess, put her on a pedestal, do anything and everything for her.
But what were his prospects, really? He was a math major. Okay, a really smart math major, but what kind of job could he get? Nothing like being a pro football player.
But maybe it was time for her to start taking care of herself. She was doing better in college. Marketing was an option. She ought to be able to get some kind of job. And if she did eventually end up with Mike ... well, even if he just taught high college math, with their two salaries they'd be okay. They'd be happy. She'd be happy.
"Goodbye Colin," she said, turning away and leaving.
The next day she woke with an overwhelming sense of guilt. She'd cheated on Mike! Okay, technically they weren't exclusive, he wasn't even officially her boyfriend yet, but still. She couldn't fool herself that Colin had forced himself on her. He had at first, but she knew at the end she'd been more than willing.
The guilt made her want to go to Mike and give herself to him. Make it up to him for being with Colin. But she wanted to take things slow with Mike. She didn't want him to think she was a slut. She wasn't going to let Colin mess all that up.
She called Mike. "Hey you," she said. "Whatcha doing?"
Mike's heart leaped at her voice. "Finishing up in the math lab," he said. "Wanna get together?"
"How about dinner?" she said. "I have a meeting with my advisor." She paused, then added "I really missed you last night Mike."
"I've got some good news and bad news Jenny," Professor Ambrose said. "Good news first. Your grades were much better last grading period. You're off academic probation."
"Oh my god, thank you!" Jen gushed, relief pouring over her. She'd been so close to getting kicked out. "But, um, what's the bad news?"
"I'm sorry Jenny, but Penn State is pulling your scholarship," Professor Ambrose said sadly.
"But my grades are better!" Jen said alarmed.
"And if they continue to get better, your scholarship will be reinstated," Professor Ambrose assured her. "I'm sorry Jenny, there's nothing I can do."
"I know you tried your best Professor," Jen said trying to keep from crying. Penn State was expensive. Her parents didn't have any money. There was no way she could come up with the money. She'd have to drop out.
"I'll loan you the money," Mike said later that night.
"You're on scholarship too, you don't have the money," Jen said.
"I've got some money," Mike assured her. In fact, he'd quietly made a lot of money using his investment software.
"You don't get it," Jen said almost crying. "The best thing I ever did was get into Penn State on scholarship! It's the only thing I've ever done on my own! Now I've messed everything up!"
Mike didn't understand. "I said I'd loan you the money," he offered again.
"You don't get it!" Jen said again, frustrated and angry now, tears flowing down her cheeks. "If I took your money it wouldn't be mine anymore!"
Mike finally understood. He thought a moment, then said, "I'm not giving you the money Jen. I'd expect you to pay me back."
"What?" she said surprised. "How would I do that?"
"You'd have to work this summer," Mike said. "There are jobs out there, you could do it."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Jen said in a mocking tone, but she was mocking herself, not Mike. "You're talking about professional jobs. The only job I've ever had is hostess at restaurants. I've got a pretty face and nice legs. That's ALL I've got to offer Mike. The only jobs I've ever gotten were from my looks. I don't have any skills like you. No one's ever going to give me a real job."
"That's not true!" Mike said. He did a quick search on his computer. "Look, here's a job for a children's counselor at a women's clinic. You could work this job over the summer and during the year, after class. You'd have to stop working at the orphanage, but this kinda does the same thing."
Jen read the listing. "They'd never hire me," she said doubtfully.
"Jen, you can do this!" Mike assured her. "I've seen you at the orphanage. Dana will give you a recommendation, so will Dr. Ambrose. You're so caring Jen, I'm sure they'll hire you."
Jen read the listing again. It WOULD be the perfect job. "You really think they'd hired me?" she asked, her hopes growing.
"They'll at least seriously consider you," Mike assured her. "You're an amazing person Jen. Not just your looks. Inside too. Anyone can see that. They'll see that."
Later that week Jen ran into Mike's frat house and threw herself into his arms. "I got the job!" she excitedly squealed between kissing him. "I mean, I'll be an assistant at first, but if I do well I'll be a full counselor by the end of the summer."
"That's great!" Mike gushed, and they made out and groped in the middle of the room.
Suddenly they realized they weren't alone. They both blushed looking at the surprised faces staring at them. "Uh, Jen, you remember Sam," Mike said awkwardly.
"Yeah, um, hi Sam," Jen said red faced.
"And this Simon, Zack and Drums," Mike said motioning at the other guys in the room.
"Hi guys," Jen said with a little wave. She looked at the last guy. "Um ... Drums?"
"I play in a band," Drums explain.
"Oh, um, which one?" Jen asked.
"The Living Dead," Drums said. "Mike came up with the name. He --."
"Let me show you around," Mike said interrupting Drums. As he led Jen away he glared at Sam. He was having a coughing fit to hide his laughter.
"So it's true, Mike really is dating Jennifer Johnson," Simon said in awe, looking at Jen's tight butt and long legs in her skinny jeans as they walked away.
"Lucky fuck," Zack said also leering at Jen's tight body.
Jen had never been in Mike's frat house before. He showed her around, and then they walked into the bedroom he shared with Sam. "This is where you live?" she asked walking around and looking at everything. She touched and picked up his things, as if getting to know him better. On the wall above his desk hung Jen's painting she'd done in freshman art, the one with the arithmetic and geometric progressions.
She picked up a program on his desk. It was the program from a ballet recital she'd been in earlier that year, before she'd met him. There was a picture of her on the cover, doing a pirouette, showing her petite body and a lot of shapely leg in a ballet tutu, white tights and ballet slippers.
"You went to this?" she asked. Next to the program were 6 ticket stubs. Not only had he gone to her recital, he'd gone to EVERY showing. "You must really like ballet," she said picking up the ticket stubs.
"Uh ... yeah, well ..." he stammered, red face. He hurriedly took the brochure and tickets from her and stuffed them in the desk drawer.
He wanted her to stop her inspection but she kept looking. She looked through a stack of papers. They were his tests from this year. She thumbed through them. She didn't understand any of them ... a lot of math, graphs and equations, all greek to her ... but all of them said A+ or 100/100.
She opened his desk. She knew she was being noisy, but she didn't care, he was standing right there after all. She saw a checkbook, a pile of canceled checks, bank and brokerage statements. "That's private," Mike said, rushing to close the draw. He didn't want her to see how much money he had, he was still unsure about the legality of his investment program. Right before he closed the drawer she saw a canceled check to St. Marthas, the orphanage she volunteered at. Her eyes grew wide. He'd anonymously donated $10,000 to the orphanage.
Finally she saw a pile of Bruce Springsteen CDs. She looked through them. It looked like he had all of Bruce's albums. He walked over and she leaned into him. "He's the best poet ever," she said looking up into his eyes, inviting him to kiss her.
"Yeah," Mike agreed. He took her into his arms and kissed her.
They fell onto his bed, making out. He kissed up her neck and behind her ear. "Yeah, good," she moaned.
They petted as they kissed. As he fondled her breasts she reached between their bodies and cupped his erection, rubbing him. She'd never done that before, not while making out.
He excitedly unbuttoned her blouse, doing a clumsy job. "Take your time," she said giving him a sweet smile, still rubbing him. He was so excited he felt close to passing out, but he managed to get her blouse unbuttoned. She didn't stop him when he pulled the blouse off her.
She'd never let him get this far before. His heart pounded as he looked at her. Her bra was virgin white and made of intricate lace. It was unlined, so it molded around her tits, and the material was so sheer he could see the dark of her aureoles and nipples, which were gratifyingly hard.
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