"Honestly Wyatt, you're 25-years old. You need to settle down. Enough is enough already. Your father and I want grandkids. She's a nice girl. You may not be in love now, but you will be. You'll learn to love her. Wait and see. What do you have to lose?"
Well the answer to the question of my mother's tirade was "time". I lost just under a year of my life.
Tiffany, or Tiff to her friends, met me at a mutual friend's party. It was a set-up and we talked for a few minutes, only to agree that we didn't agree on much, one of those being that she really didn't care for me and I felt the same about her. I thought that she was loud, arrogant, and intrusive, with a side order of bitchiness thrown in, just in case the other things weren't enough for you.
Because I had a home office, from which I worked, she thought that I was a fat and lazy underachiever. I tried to explain that just because I worked from home, didn't make my job any less important. She didn't agree. Apparently, driving into Sam's Club for work every day, was far more important.
After 3 or 4 house parties and arranged dates we appeared to be destined for "couple-hood". On our very first date where we went out on our own, Tiff made it very clear to me that she still thought I was too fat for her and that if I planned on a future with her, I'd had to be more motivated. She knew that she could do better. In her words, she was "way outta me league, but due to her ticking biological clock, she was running outta time". After that date, my opinion of her hadn't changed. She was a total bitch. The saying "You be a bitch just because you can be", was meant for her
I clearly remember our first-time having sex. Tiff was living at home and her parents had gone to a wedding out of town, so we planned on spending the night together. I showed up at her place with a bottle of her favorite wine, a pizza and some condoms. My friend's wife told him that Tiff had said that tonight would be the night, and I had to say, I was a little excited.
All night I tried to be romantic. I said all the right things. Made all the right moves. But got shot down all the way. Finally, the show that she had been binge watching came to its conclusion and she noticed my existents.
"Okay. Let's go and get this out of the way."
Tiff's room was decorated exactly the way that you would imagine a spoiled little girl's room might be. Lots of sparkly shit on the walls. Lots of pink. Lots of stuffed animals. She went into her walk-in closet and when she came out, she was naked.
"Well?" She gestured her hand up and down questioning why I was still dressed.
"Sorry."
I have to admit that even though Tiff was a bitch extraordinaire, in my eyes, she was still hot. At just over 5 feet she was a about 14 inches shorter than me. She had an ample chest, a nice round ass and only a slight belly.
Obviously, my belly was bigger. A doctor had once told me that I was 40 -- 50 pounds overweight, but he said that I was otherwise very healthy. So, it never bothered me, not until I stood naked in front of someone that I knew was judging me.
Her eyes focused on my cock, and she appeared to be pleased with it, but the rest of me was probably a bit of a disappointment to her.
"Shit you're hairy. Ever think about a little manscaping? Maybe while you're at it, you can get a haircut. I'm sure that style went out years ago." Her words dug deep and didn't help me to build any confidence, but not a drop of blood left my already hard dick.
Experience in the sex department for me was limited to 3 different girls. Tiff would be my fourth. I knew what I liked. I thought that I knew what women liked. And being a guy without tons of background knowledge, I worked my ass of when given the opportunity.
Like my father used to tell me, "A hard cock has no conscience", I could feel myself getting harder as I looked Tiff up and down. Even if I truly disliked this girl, we were going to have sex, and for that, I loved her.
I went down on Tiff to start the ball rolling. She had great flavor. Sweet and tangy. Wet and musky. It came as no surprise what-so-ever when Tiff started to feed me instructions, and I did everything in my power to comply. Nips, bites, licks, sucks and fingers, I did it all. My tongue was pressed flat giving Tiffany's clit a full massage when she came for the very first time in our relationship.
Pulling out from under me, she swung her hips up and over my head. Her still pulsing pussy once again covered my mouth, but now she was returning the favor. Her lips and mouth had engulfed my shaft.
Tiff knew how to give a blowjob. The perfect amount of pressure encircled my shaft and head. Every time that I thought I was about to plop out of her mouth, she would rim her tongue around my knob and increase suction.
Mumbling to her from the fleshy meat flaps coving my face, I paid her a compliment.
"Oh my god, Tiff, that feels so good." Maybe we would be okay together.
"Enjoy it, because it's the last time I do it, until you shave the fucking thing." Maybe not.
As hairy as I was, it didn't slow her down at all. Bobbing her wet mouth up and down, she slobbered up a storm. Traces of her drool puddled on my balls. Tiff sucked and had her way with my manhood and when it was all said and done, it was the best of my life.
"Tiff, I'm cumming." I didn't want to ruin any future events by not letting her know, but she forced me down her throat. Gagging only slightly as she did.
My hands pulled apart the cheeks of her ass and I buried my face into her as far as I could. Mumbling, moaning and working, we both came. Tiffany, who I found to be full of surprises, swallowed every single drop and didn't complain once.
Cuddled up and resting, Tiff told me stories about everyone one of her stuffed animals. When and where they were "adopted" into her family. No detail was left untold. Luckily my wait time for regeneration is usually quite low. Just having her next to me naked and willing had me fully ready 20 minutes later.
"Nope. No way. You're way too heavy. I'll get on top. That way your big ass doesn't crush me or if you want, you can fuck me doggy style."
Fuck it. She already thought that I was lazy, so I laid back and let her do the work. With the RipnRoll firmly in place, Tiff squatted down on my hard, fully protected cock. My 8 months of a sexual drought came to an abrupt end when I bottomed out. I can only say that it felt great. Tiff was tight and wet, and the sex far exceeded any of my expectations. She was very in tune with her body. Moving in ways to please herself and me. Her hips rotated and ground on me in ways that I had never imagined. Every movement seemed to be very well orchestrated. And in the end, we were both thoroughly pleased with the outcome.
If only our entire life together could have been spent in bed, we would have grown old together.
Like many people our age, peer pressure got in the way of happiness. Instead of enjoying life, we did what "couples" did. We started by spending every spare moment scanning the want ads and interviewing for apartment rentals. Finally, the right one came along, and the "single" phase of our lives was a thing of the past.
For the first few months, thing went well. No fighting in public. We saved that for behind closed doors, in the privacy of our own home. Even with the fighting, we continued to have good sex. She would scream bloody murder, then fuck me like we didn't have a care in the world. Like I say, the sex was great, but that alone proved to not be enough.
