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Authors: Victoria Kasari
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There was another side of it, too. The idea that something would happen and I wouldn’t be there to see it was unthinkable. That newly-discovered part of me had been in heaven every time Brad brought out another story about her time at college. Actually seeing him kiss and grope her and only made me harder still. I didn’t understand it, didn’t want to even admit it was happening, but the feelings were there, raging hot inside me. I had to see.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Brad and Kim were halfway down the street and receding fast.
I ran after them. But Brad’s old frat house turned out to be on the same street. I could hear the music pumping from it while I was still several houses away and there were people standing around in the yard with beers. It was a serious party--exactly the sort I’d never been invited to, back in college.
As I sprinted up the street, Kim and Brad walked in through the gate. I saw the guys in the yard look up as Kim approached, eying her succulent breasts and the curve of her ass under the tight green dress. Within minutes, they’d surrounded her like wolves flocking to a sheep.
I made it to the gate, but I was out of breath. “Kim!” I called, panting. But even if the pumping bass hadn’t drowned out my voice, the happy shouts of Brad’s old fraternity would have. I couldn’t even see Kim anymore--she was completely surrounded by big, wide-shouldered ex-football players as she moved across the yard towards the house.
“Kim!” said one.
“Holy shit, is that really you?!” said another.
“Are you two back together? Did you get married?” said a third. And since they hadn’t even noticed me yet, they must be talking about her and Brad. They hadn’t seen what happened at the sports hall...or they had, and they’d misinterpreted it. After all, it seemed a lot more believable that Kim had married the football captain and not some pale computer science major. I tried to push to the front of the crowd, but the guys were three deep around her and Brad, now. And they were still moving towards the front door. “Wait!” I called. But over the music, no one could hear me.
My insides churned with fear as the crowd disappeared into the house. When I finally managed to get to the steps, a couple of guys who’d remained outside held their arms across like a barrier. I recognized them from my college days--bullies who’d hung around with Brad. “Where do you think you’re going?” one of them asked. He was a broad-shouldered guy with skin so black it was almost blue-black. I knew he’d been on the team with Brad and Rick, but I couldn’t remember his name. “It’s a frat reunion. And I don’t remember you being in the frat.”
“She’s my wife!” I told him. I was still trying to get my breath back. “She’s mine!”
The guy turned slowly to look at the door. “I don’t think so, little man. I remember Kim from college. Hell, I had to try and sleep when the two of them were bangin’ the bed against the wall all night. I figure Brad finally put a ring on her finger. You, I don’t know at all.”
“No! She married me!” I was growing desperate, now. Without me there to slow things down, who knows what they were getting up to inside? “Me! I’m her husband!”
The guy shook his head and stood up. He was a full head taller than me and much wider. His buddy, a big Latino guy whose name I thought I remembered was Antonio, came to stand beside him. There was barely room for them both to stand on the steps. “You seem like an uptight little fuck,” said Antonio. “Now Kim--I remember Kim. She was a real fun girl, back in the day. I don’t think she would have wound up with someone like you.”
I shook my head frantically. “No! She’s not like that! Not anymore!”
There was a sudden cheer from inside, loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass. The whole house must be cheering. What the hell was going on inside? What were they doing to
There was another side of it, too. The idea that something would happen and I wouldn’t be there to see it was unthinkable. That newly-discovered part of me had been in heaven every time Brad brought out another story about her time at college. Actually seeing him kiss and grope her and only made me harder still. I didn’t understand it, didn’t want to even admit it was happening, but the feelings were there, raging hot inside me. I had to see.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Brad and Kim were halfway down the street and receding fast.
I ran after them. But Brad’s old frat house turned out to be on the same street. I could hear the music pumping from it while I was still several houses away and there were people standing around in the yard with beers. It was a serious party--exactly the sort I’d never been invited to, back in college.
As I sprinted up the street, Kim and Brad walked in through the gate. I saw the guys in the yard look up as Kim approached, eying her succulent breasts and the curve of her ass under the tight green dress. Within minutes, they’d surrounded her like wolves flocking to a sheep.
I made it to the gate, but I was out of breath. “Kim!” I called, panting. But even if the pumping bass hadn’t drowned out my voice, the happy shouts of Brad’s old fraternity would have. I couldn’t even see Kim anymore--she was completely surrounded by big, wide-shouldered ex-football players as she moved across the yard towards the house.
“Kim!” said one.
“Holy shit, is that really you?!” said another.
“Are you two back together? Did you get married?” said a third. And since they hadn’t even noticed me yet, they must be talking about her and Brad. They hadn’t seen what happened at the sports hall...or they had, and they’d misinterpreted it. After all, it seemed a lot more believable that Kim had married the football captain and not some pale computer science major. I tried to push to the front of the crowd, but the guys were three deep around her and Brad, now. And they were still moving towards the front door. “Wait!” I called. But over the music, no one could hear me.
My insides churned with fear as the crowd disappeared into the house. When I finally managed to get to the steps, a couple of guys who’d remained outside held their arms across like a barrier. I recognized them from my college days--bullies who’d hung around with Brad. “Where do you think you’re going?” one of them asked. He was a broad-shouldered guy with skin so black it was almost blue-black. I knew he’d been on the team with Brad and Rick, but I couldn’t remember his name. “It’s a frat reunion. And I don’t remember you being in the frat.”
“She’s my wife!” I told him. I was still trying to get my breath back. “She’s mine!”
The guy turned slowly to look at the door. “I don’t think so, little man. I remember Kim from college. Hell, I had to try and sleep when the two of them were bangin’ the bed against the wall all night. I figure Brad finally put a ring on her finger. You, I don’t know at all.”
“No! She married me!” I was growing desperate, now. Without me there to slow things down, who knows what they were getting up to inside? “Me! I’m her husband!”
The guy shook his head and stood up. He was a full head taller than me and much wider. His buddy, a big Latino guy whose name I thought I remembered was Antonio, came to stand beside him. There was barely room for them both to stand on the steps. “You seem like an uptight little fuck,” said Antonio. “Now Kim--I remember Kim. She was a real fun girl, back in the day. I don’t think she would have wound up with someone like you.”
I shook my head frantically. “No! She’s not like that! Not anymore!”
There was a sudden cheer from inside, loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass. The whole house must be cheering. What the hell was going on inside? What were they doing to
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