I called Corinne. I emailed her. I sent her texts. I even contacted Marie, and got her address. I wrote her a letter, and mailed it.
She wanted nothing to do with me. She didn't answer a single one of my attempts.
I couldn't really blame her. We were having a fantastic weekend together. But now, for her, it would always be paired with the image of Rob's dick in her face.
Rob called me half a dozen times. I never returned his calls. I saw him in the stands at one of my home games. He tried to wait for me afterwards, but I ducked him.
He was at the next home game, too. I was still seriously ticked off at him, but I figured that I should at least give him an opportunity to apologize. After all, that's what I wanted to do with Corinne, but she wouldn't let me.
-" Max- man. I'm really sorry. I didn't know that you were so into her." he said. That was bullshit. I'd told him that she was the best night of my life. That she was amazing.
"Look - I just wanna make this up to you. To make it right, if I can. Look."
He produced a pair of tickets to a hockey game. Montreal. The Canadiens. I couldn't help it. I glanced at the stubs in his hand.
Fuck. Bell Centre, Section 101, Row 4. That was centre ice.
- "I'll think about it." I told him.
- "Max, they're for Friday night -"
- "I'll call you tomorrow."
I thought about it. Rob was a dick - a selfish dick. He had ruined it for me with Corinne. But he was just being himself. If I knew what he was, couldn't I just avoid letting him fuck things up for me again?
And didn't he have an amazing radar, when it came to women? And the Canadiens - 4th row? Thos tickets were well over $200 a pop. He really did feel bad, and wanted to make it up to me.
***
The Bell Center was awesome. The game itself was a bit of a letdown. The Habs got hammered, 5-1, by the Blackhawks. But the seats were fantastic, and Rob was trying really hard to get back on my good side.
He figured out pretty quick that I didn't want to talk about Corinne, so he didn't go there. Instead, he told me that he had found a nice little club on Crescent Street for us to try out after the game.
It was a throwback to the disco era. If you've never noticed, French-Canadian girls dress up real nice. When they get their makeup on, and those tight dresses, they can look really good.
We got a ridiculously over-priced drink, and Rob started scoping out the options. There were a couple of skanky-looking girls, and a real hottie, with a rather chubby friend. I noticed three super-attractive girls laughing in a booth, but I wasn't sure how that math would work out.
- "C'mon." said Rob. He grabbed my arm, and led the way.
I honestly thought that he was headed for the hot trio. I had visions of very complicated threesomes running through my imagination. At the last second, Rob veered to the left. To the booth with the fantastic hottie - and her chubby wingman.
Care to guess which one Rob sat next to?
The hottie was Louise. She might have had a tad too much makeup on, but I was willing to bet that if you peeled off the warpaint, there was a super-attractive girl there. Rob slid into the booth next to her, and immediately went to work.
The only space left was next to the chubby friend. Her name was Diane. She had mid-length blonde hair, and wore a dress that revealed acres of cleavage. Unfortunately, there were even more acres of Diane under the dress.
She was ... plump. Rubens might have rejected her. Ok, she was fat.
It was a shame, because Diane had a pretty face, big blue eyes, and remarkably large tits. There was just a little too much of her.
I was tempted to just fuck off, and leave. But that would have only inconvenienced Rob - and it would have shattered Diane. I had a vivid memory of Shevaun storming out of my apartment, after Rob had rejected her. Diane was looking at me with a mixture of awe and expectation. I just couldn't bring myself to dash her hopes.
Let me express it in the harshest terms. I'm probably a 7, on a scale of 10. On a good night, I may be an 8. Corinne certainly took me for one.
Diane was a 4. If she had lost a little weight, she might have been a 5. She was delighted to find me sitting next to her. She must've thought that it was her lucky night.
Meanwhile, I just wanted to kill Rob. But it wasn't Diane's fault. And she didn't deserve to be humiliated. So I sat next to her, and made pleasant conversation, all the while hoping that Rob would strike out with Louise.
Of course he didn't.
We ended up back at Diane's place, where she made Spanish coffees, and tried hard to anticipate my every wish. I just didn't have the heart to reject her, and tell Rob to kiss my ass.
So he disappeared to the guest bedroom, with the hottie - Louise - leaving me with chubby Diane. I was trapped. She was sweet, and attentive, and a really nice girl. It wasn't her fault that she was a 5.
I was acting weird, I suppose, trying to be nice to her while avoiding anything sexual. She could sense my hesitation - my reluctance - and it was making her nervous.
You may think that I was losing it, but I thought of Shevaun, and of Jenny, from high school. And I decided that I wasn't going to traumatize another girl, if I could help it. I smiled at Diane, and deliberately placed my hand on her thigh.
I thought she was going to hyper-ventilate. Diane's confidence must have been shaky enough to start - and my odd behaviour couldn't have helped. Now I was finally coming on to her. She leaned into me, and pressed her lips to mine.
Fuck it. I made up my mind. Let's give Diane a night to remember, I thought. She was a surprisingly good kisser. I french-kissed her, while I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her tits were enormous, and easily overflowed my hands. She big pink nipples, and areolae like beer coasters.
I peeled her dress off, and found that Diane had made some bad choices, She had a butterfly tattoo on her belly, and some weird oriental script down her side, from under her breast to her hip. Some day in the future, that butterfly was going to end up looking like a manta ray, if she wasn't careful.
I managed to ignore the tattoos, mostly because Diane seemed intent on pushing her massive tits into my mouth. I sucked on her nipples, while trying to get her dress past her hips. I had to stand up, to pull it off.
Diane wasn't wearing panties. She leaned back on the couch, showing off her enormous jugs. She had a neatly-trimmed pussy, and a pierced navel. I decided to give Diane a treat.
I went down on her.
Diane went nuts. She flopped back on the couch, and tucked a cushion under her ass to give me unrestricted access. Maybe she hadn't been on the receiving end, in terms of oral sex, for a while. She certainly seemed to enjoy my attentions.
She came in no time.
Diane was thrilled. She couldn't do enough for me. She knelt in front of the couch, and took my dick as deep as she could get. She sucked both of my balls into her mouth - carefully, and gently. Then she slobbered all over my cock, and wrapped her enormous tits around it. She masturbated me with her boobs. It felt incredibly good.
She was so eager to please. I helped her climb back up on to the couch. I made a big production out of pulling a condom from my pocket, tearing the packet, and rolling it on. I pushed Diane onto her back, and lifted her heavy legs.
Her shaven pussy was fully exposed to my view. I nestled the tip of my cock between her hairless lips, and pushed.
She was very wet, but surprisingly tight.
It was my gift to Diane. I fucked her, gently, but deeply. She was so wound up, that she came again, shouting "Oui, oui!"
I wasn't close yet. I straddled her chest, and wrapped her massive melons around my cock. I titty-fucked her. Diane helped me, holding her big breasts up so that I could slide my cock between them. I felt my orgasm building, and pulled back, so that I ejaculated all over her big breasts, rather than on her face.
Typically, guys gets sleepy after they come. But in this case, it was Diane who fell asleep.
That left me with a little problem. There wasn't enough room for the two of us on her couch. I pulled my underwear on, and looked for Diane's bedroom. I could hear Rob and Louise still going at it. But I found Diane's room. I was pink and frilly. I pulled down her bed sheet.
I returned to the couch, and gathered Diane up in my arms - carefully, because she was a big girl. I didn't want to pull a muscle. It was a bit surprising that she didn't wake up. I carried her back to her bedroom, and placed her in her own bed. After covering her up, I went back to the couch.
