TREY BENNETT, a sexy, young college professor, has one rule about relationships – absolute sexual fidelity. His girlfriend, SHARON WILSON, seems perfect, until she suddenly seems to have a lot more money than can be explained.
On an unexpected visit to her apartment, he finds her asleep, but receptive. Afterwards, without waking, she murmurs, “nice cock put the money on the dresser and leave.” He realizes she doesn’t know who he is, and what she has become is an unforgivable betrayal.
Some things cannot be forgiven by a man, at least, not this man. I'm sure you have a list, most people do. Even women have a list of things they simply will not forgive; more than men do, I suspect. Being lied to comes to mind: most women will not tolerate being lied to, and certainly not by a man. Adultery is another. Sleeping with your girlfriend's best friend. Well, you get the idea.
I'm an easy going, live and let live kind of guy, but one thing I will not forgive is when someone I'm in an exclusive relationship with is sleeping with someone else. There are others, but this is the one I'm concerned with at the moment, because it is exactly what happened to me last night.
I'd been going with a girl named Sharon Wilson for about six months. We'd been enjoying each other's bodies, and all they offered, for about the same length of time. We seemed to be made for each other, as the old saying goes, so after a few months we decided to be exclusive. You know, kinda like going steady in high school. Come to think of it, I last went steady in high school.
Sharon's face was beautiful, you know, the kind of beauty you can look at for days while drinking Jack Daniels. Although she was twenty-five, she still had baby fat. She needed to lose twenty pounds; I knew it, she knew it. As hard as we tried, sex just would not melt it away. She is almost as tall as I am, great for up-against-the-wall sex. We once had sex in an elevator; I like the 'we're gonna get caught' buzz. Miniskirts — you gotta love them.
The only fault Sharon had was that the baby fat should have belonged to somebody else; her idea, not mine. Nevertheless, she turned the heads of men and boys wherever she went. Her skin was dark, some called it olive but I never really knew what that meant. I knew it was dark and real smooth and she turned both my heads. Her breasts, well, let's just say we played telephone a lot and let it go at that. We also played talk into the machine. My favorite was hide the salami — great game!