Prologue
I recommend that you read my story, "Melissa Tells All", before reading this story. Many of the characters in this story are introduced in my first story. Certain aspects of this story are better understood as well by reading "Melissa Tells All". However, "Mark Tells His Story" stands on its own as a separate story.
This story is a continuation of Melissa & Mark's relationship and how some odd twists of fate bring them both into some unusual situations with friends and family. This story is told from Mark's perspective.
Story Summary:
A young man recalls how he met his true love and how she dramatically changed his life forever. He also discovers how looks can be so deceiving. Can their relationship survive?
Chapter 1
My name is Mark and I want to tell you about how I almost screwed up a perfect relationship with the woman I love. Did you know that looks can be deceiving? I found out that they can be in more ways than one. I learned the hard way too.
Melissa is the love of my life. I can't imagine life without this gorgeous and sexy woman. She is so full of life and love. When she walks into a room, her very presence commands attention. She gets more than her fair share of attention from guys. She is blonde, but not really, her brown roots peek out attractively, gorgeous face, full sensuous lips, lovely medium breasts, full hips and nice sexy legs. She can choose any man she wants. She is just that beautiful. She is extremely attractive but also extremely flirtatious. This gorgeous woman would make any man feel like the luckiest man ever if he could ravish her body just once. I'm the lucky man that gets the wonderful gift of having her heart as mine.
Melissa and I are twenty-year-old students at a major university in the South. I share an apartment with Ronnie, a close friend of mine near campus. Melissa has an apartment she shares with two close friends as well. I'm somewhat the opposite from Melissa in many ways. She loves being adventurous and daring. She will act on impulse to things that I would never initiate myself. I'm usually very careful and try to think out things before jumping in too deep. This normally keeps me from getting into too much trouble. Melissa is the one who always seems to cross the line too far before anyone else.
But one time, even I went too far.
About a month ago, I asked her for a commitment to be my girlfriend. That event was very eye opening to say the least. I found out then just how much faith and love she has for me when she admitted her hidden dark secret to me that day. I never would have guessed just from looking at her that she could be involved in anything like what she confessed to me. Looks can be so deceiving. But her confession to me about the sex she has with her parents did nothing to change the deep love I have for her. If anything, it made my love for her even stronger. Even though she may have sex with others, her heart is mine exclusively.
She has had numerous boyfriends since she was thirteen years old but has never had a sustained relationship longer than a few months. Her former boyfriends always became jealous of her flirtatious nature. The biggest mistake all of them have made though was to try to control her. Melissa can't be controlled or tamed. Many have tried and failed. She is who she is. Take her or leave her. The one thing she will not put up with is a jealous, controlling man in her life. I picked up on this when I first met her years ago. Yes, I have had a crush on this girl for years. I knew if I ever had a chance to date her, I would not make the mistake so many others have made. I knew what trying to control her would do; it would drive her from me. I would have to trust her to be faithful to me or I'd loose her anyway.
So far, my approach has worked. Melissa still loves to flirt. But I don't try to control her at all. She can see this in me too. Instead of continuing her flirting when we're around others, I find her by my side where I wanted her to begin with. Some friends have jokingly accused me of hypnotizing her. I just smile at them, knowing I had to do nothing to control her.
Melissa knows about my former girlfriend, Debbie. She knows just how badly I was hurt when I found out that Debbie was cheating on me. She also knows what I went through trying to salvage that relationship, while Debbie continued her cheating ways. I gave everything to make that relationship work. In some ways, I think Melissa admires me for putting the effort into trying to save that relationship, considering all that Debbie did to hurt me.
My reward for my efforts with Debbie though was having her bring her lover to her apartment when she knew I was there waiting on her; taking him into her bedroom right in front of me. I guess she just thought I was going to be some wimp that would just let her get away with cheating, right in front of my own eyes.
At first, I believe this is just some friend she brought over. But why did she just walk past me, her boyfriend, and go straight to her bedroom with him? After a few minutes, when I realize they are not coming back out, I get up and walk to her bedroom door. What I see paralyzes me. There in front of me is my girlfriend of two years, passionately kissing a guy I don't know. While I stand there in shock, she glances over at me and just smiles like this is the normal thing to do! I feel sick and numb. I know she has been cheating on me, but to bring a guy into the apartment right in front of me is a slap in my face. What is she thinking? I continue to stare at her as she begins unbuttoning his shirt and he begins pulling her top off. Moments later they are on her bed touching and kissing each other again.
She just looks at me and says, "Want to join us?"
Debbie then turns back to her nameless lover. He turns her onto her back and begins to caress her tits, squeezing and pulling hard on her nipples.
"Ohhhh yea big boy ... you always make me feel so damn good."
I know from this declaration alone that she has been fucking him before today.
He hooks her shorts with his thumbs and pulls them down, off her legs. I see that she is wearing the lacy pair of panties that I bought for her birthday this year.
"Oh babe, don't you just love the panties that Mark got for me. He is so considerate to let you see them. Don't you think?" she says, not even looking at me.
He roughly pulls the panties down her legs; the panties rip apart.
"Oops! Well we don't really need them anymore," she says, not caring at all how it would make me feel.
Her lover moves off her to stand by the bed. He quickly takes off his pants and boxer shorts. He has this obnoxious smile on his face as he glances at me momentarily. His hard cock bobs free as he climbs back on the bed between her legs.
"Ohhhh yea! This just might be my favorite cock now. It's so handsome and sexy!" she says, taking it with her hand as he moves it closer to her soaked pussy.
As he roughly penetrates her, I listen to her squeal out from her pleasure. I realize part of it may be for my benefit though.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd yes!! Fuck meeeeeeeee! Fuck me with your big hard cock! Oh God, I love your big hard cock deep inside meeeeee!!
I watch as his cock fucks her deep and hard. From what I can see, he is no bigger than I am, maybe as long but not as thick. Why is she doing this to me? I want to scream at her. I want to hit her. I want her to feel pain. I want to cry. My body and mind are in shock though.
"Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssss! I'm cummingggggggggggggg," she screams as he pounds harder into her body. The body that I once thought was mine exclusively.
She pushes him off of her and onto his back. She makes a big show of straddling his body and slowly descending down on his rigid cock.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us, baby? I can see your cock is hard watching my pussy get well fucked. Why don't you get naked and let me play with it too."
