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He took her for granted.  And now he is burning for it...

She was the sweetest thing he had ever laid eyes on: a 19 year old beauty with
strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that took his breath away every
time he laid eyes on her.  He remembered the first time he saw her, walking
back to her dorm with a few of her girlfriends - dressed casually, but so
tantalizingly in a white tank top, denim miniskirt and clogs.  Her legs were so
strong and smooth, subtly accentuated with a thin gold anklet.  Her body was
richly tanned and when she talked to her friends she was so animated and 
vivacious - a gorgeous young girl in love with summer, in love with life.  He
could feel himself trembling as he watched her from across the street... he
had to meet her.

Their relationship had been intense.  It all began with a casual introduction
in the library followed the same night by a date out on the town, dancing and
bar hopping, and going back to his place for minimal foreplay and a long night
of wild fucking.  They spent the next three days together, shacked up in his
apartment... he exploring her exquisite body with his hands, his mouth and his
tongue.  Her pussy was so sweet and tight - she eventually shaved it for him -
and her energy was ceaseless... it was all he could do to keep up with her
whenever she would straddle him with those muscular thighs and ride him madly,
not letting up as she drifted from orgasm to hot, sweaty orgasm.

That whole sweet summer she was his, and the more he was with her the more she
made him crazy with desire.  She knew just how to turn him on - what he liked
to see her wear, how he liked to be touched, and how to tease him until he
exploded.  He became obsessed.  But not obsessed enough to remain faithful.  
Probably due to this new, erotically charged relationship, his confidence and 
sexual appetite grew, and just over a month had passed before he fell into bed
with someone he met at a party.  It was just a fling to him... she was away and
as long as she never found out, what harm could it do?

Well, she found out.  And she was hurt.  So deeply hurt that she would not
even acknoledge him around their friends.  So hurt that she never returned his
calls and hung up the phone if it happened to be him.  So hurt that all his
pleading, crying and screaming for her to come back registered on deaf ears.
It was over.

Fall semester came and he was devastated.  He could barely find the heart to
date, and when he did, he was a complete bore... only half-heartedly paying
attention to his companion while inwardly he pined so desperately for his
summer love.  He didn't see much of her for the first couple of weeks - the
few times he caught glimpses of her on campus caused pangs of pain to shoot
through his heart... so much so that he would have to turn away.  She was such
a dream - but she would never again be his.

Then, one night at a frat party, he was standing around with a couple of 
friends when he saw her out on the dance floor.  She was dancing slow with some
guy.  Almost forgetting to swallow his drink he stared at them - he no longer
could hear what his friends were saying.  She was there - so unbelievably
beautiful in a glittering silk slip dress and heels - the dress so short he
could see her full, bare legs, complemented by the same gold anklet as on the
first day he saw her.  And the guy she was with... had his hands on her ass,
squeezing her hot body to his... pressing his crotch into her... his face
buried in the nape of her neck - immersed in the sweet smell of her skin and
perfume.  He watched the two of them locked together... not even detecting his
own whimper above the music... and he rushed downstairs to the keg to refill 
his beer... which wasn't even close to being empty.

After downing and refilling his cup a few times, he got the courage to go back
upstairs.  When he got there, a funky dance song was playing and she was with
the same guy!  God the way she danced!  Grinding her hips exotically and 
tossing her hair around... and the look on that bastard's face - like he OWNS
HER!!!

Unable to stand it, he tossed down his beer cup and stormed out of the frat.
He would buy a bottle of whiskey that night, head back to his apartment alone,
and drink fast and hard - trying to erase the images of her making love to that
guy - until he passed out, drunk.

She seemed to appear more and more frequently after that... often with the guy
she was with at the frat, who was obviously her new boyfriend.  He would see
them out on the main lawn where everybody played frisbee and studied, making 
out on a blanket.  He unhappily watched as she lay on top of her boyfriend,
kissing his softly while holding his hands down so he couldn't touch her.  He
remembered how she used to tease him this way for hours - and how afterwards
they would burst into his apartment together and they'd make love like animals.

He'd see them together at the library, or out at the bars.  All the while, his 
jealousy grew - watching her tenderly thrilling her boyfriend with her kisses 
and her lovely attention - watching the pleasure the boyfriend got out of it - 
pleasure that was meant to be HIS!!!

Then, one evening, in the cafeteria, when he was eating his heart out, watching
her rub her boyfriend's shoulders, something happened that increased his pain
immeasurably.  He turned his gaze away to look out the window at the darkening
campus, and, in the reflection, he saw her look up and over to where he sat.
He saw a slow smile form on her face, and then he saw her whisper something 
into her boyfriend's ear.  The boyfriend looked over and smiled too, and then
the two kissed... a long, deep kiss.

He felt his face turn red as a beat.  Staring at their reflection in the
window, he began to wonder if the reason he had been seeing so much of her
recently was because she was deliberately putting herself where she knew he
would be.  He tried to shake the chilling thought as he watched their kiss
turn into an embrace... she moving around the front of the chair and sitting on
her boyfriend's lap... his arms squeezeng her tenderly as she frenched him and 
ran her fingers through his hair.

Tears began to fall down his face... he couldn't hold them back.  They were
bitter, stinging tears.  He bit his lip but a sob managed to escape.  He
folded his arms and dropped his head to the table.  His shoulders shook.... 

Could it be that this was more than just his jealousy?  Could it be that she
was rubbing salt into his wounds by forcing him to watch her please another
man?  Could such a sweet girl have been hurt so badly that she would resolve to
torture him with unbearable envy like this?  

They say revenge is best served up cold.  Is this what it feels like?



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