(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. Thanks to my biggest fan for the idea for this story. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
(Marcus)
I wasn't in my daughter's bedroom anymore. I was in my college apartment. It was the early nineties, almost twenty years prior to now. I distinctly remember the Yvonne song playing on the stereo at the time, as at this point she was at the peak of her career. The song was ringing through my ears and I had to wonder how it came to be playing here, as I was never really a fan. I realized that Regina must have brought the CD with her. She must have slipped it in the CD player when she got the chance. But none of this really mattered. I was drunk, and I was fixating on something small, barely taking in the bigger thing going on at the moment.
Regina Slater was riding my cock.
I remembered every part of that entire day now, clear as never before. Looking back, I had always remembered being completely shattered by Linda breaking up with me. But now, seeing that memory clearly, I was surprised to see I wasn't as completely numb to the world as I thought. Sure, I was broken up. Sure I was down. But not completely destroyed. It was probably because I knew deep down... we weren't broken up.
"If you won't agree to this, then THIS..." Linda had said, slipping the engagement ring off her finger, "is DONE!" she added, slamming the ring onto the table. That was the last thing she had said to me, before walking back.
It was like I was watching a movie of this. Looking at it, I could see that she wasn't breaking up with me. I knew how her mind worked. She was just saying unless I met her demands, there was no point getting married yet. And I kinda knew that too. What had gotten me down was that I hadn't heard from Linda for over a week. That was what was freaking me out. That was what was causing me to think that maybe I was wrong. That maybe we were broken up after all. So I wasn't completely destroyed, but I was a bit freaked out.
I just wanted a calm, normal night, to calm my nerves and my worries. I thought we weren't broken up, but I was getting more and more freaked out the longer I didn't hear from her. That is why I went to the bar that night.
It didn't take me long to get to my second beer. I was sitting at the bar and even though I got through my drinks fast I was not eager to get drunk. Just a light buzz. I rarely got drunk as I was typically smart enough to avoid losing control. I was about to stop when I felt the light hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at the person, and that was the first time I met the mother of my child.
Regina Slater stood next to me, smiling cutely. But any cuteness about her was hidden by her outfit. An outfit that was just fucking indecent. Her tank top was cream colored and molded to her fit torso and her expansive chest. Her boobs were huge! Just gigantic, and her low-cut top really showed them off. They were so big the cleavage formed naturally, and her cleavage was a fucking canyon. A creamy, juicy canyon of tan flesh. And they were unbelievably perky. They just jutted out from her chest, stretching out her tight top.
Enough about Regina's tits. That would be disrespecting the rest of her body. Her mini-skirt was practically offensive, barely, and I mean barely going lower than her ass. This left the rest of her legs exposed. I wasn't a leg man, but damn, her legs were insane. Long and firm, and bare, and the way her high heels made her firm muscles in her legs flex was incredible.
If I wasn't buzzed, I wouldn't have been so blatant with my staring, but Regina was the type of girl to invite ogling. She wasn't offended at all. Her teeth were shining brightly, and her eyes were flashing with mischief. Eyes that were very familiar. Brandy had the same eyes. The same crystal blue eyes, the same dark eyelashes, the same thin eyebrows.
Regina shared similarities to her daughter, but in a way that was hard to quantify. Their eyes gave away their relation, but other than that they were different in small ways, at least looks wise. Both had similar features, both had plump lips and thin, cute noses. Both had cute dimples when they smiled. Sure, they had similar naughty smiles, but my dose of genes was enough to make them look distinctly different. It was their actions, their mannerisms that helped make you realize that they were related.
"You okay? You look a little down?" Regina asked, sitting down in the vacant seat next to me, smoothing her dress over her thighs.
"I think my girlfriend broke up with me." I said, confiding in this stranger.
"You wanna talk about it?" she asked.
"Uh... sure, why not?" I said.
"You wanna buy me a drink?" she said with a smile.
"Yeah, okay." I said with a laugh, signaling the bartender. I knew it was a bad idea to encourage an obvious slut like her, but what the hell, she seems like fun. Not fun in a sweaty tangle of limbs way. Just fun. Anyway... she proceeded to order an exceedingly expensive drink, but I was too buzzed to care.
"So what happened?" she asked, sipping her drink. Over the next few minutes, I explained everything. Every argument. Every demand. At the end, I asked her opinion:
"Was that a break up? Was she telling me she wanted to break up?" I asked, now starting my fourth drink.
"Oh yeah. Definitely." Regina said. This caused my heart to drop. If someone else thought Linda broke up with me, then maybe my assumptions weren't over exaggerated. Maybe I was a single man.
I could see my thought process, and I was also watching the scene unfold. It was strange. I saw the little things Regina did to flirt with me. Agreeing with me, exposing her neck, playing with her hair, rubbing my thigh. But the young, immature, easily manipulated me fell for this, hook, line and sinker. I knew she was flirting but it felt good to be hit on by such a gorgeous girl. She was the hottest girl who had ever shown interest in me. I knew that I was in her crosshairs, that what she wanted was to end up spending the night together, but I didn't care. I wasn't thinking clearly at all. At this point, I didn't even know this girl's name. I wondered now if she did that on purpose because she had such a well known reputation.
I will compliment her on one thing, other than her looks, legs and tits: she could hold her booze. She drank each drink down and she seemed unaffected. She had encouraged me to move on to harder drinks, and she had gotten me trashed. So I didn't fight back when she insisted she take me home. I didn't say anything at all. All I could do was stare at her rack. And she was happy to let me. She scratched my scalp with her nails lovingly as she walked me to her car.
"You like them, don't you?" Regina asked.
"Huh?" I grunted.
"My tits. You can't stop staring at them." Regina said with a giggle.
"Oh, uh, shorry." I slurred out.
"No, it's okay. I like when boys stare at them. Do you like them?" Regina asked.
"Theirrr big!" I said drunkenly.
"Well, I tell you what, Marcus. If you just relax and let me drive you home without fighting me, I'll let you see them. Deal?" Regina bargained, opening up the passenger seat on her car. "Their DD's by the way."
"Ooooookay!" I agreed, smiling like an idiot, giving her a thumbs up. I suddenly got dizzy and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. I sensed her presence in the driver's seat by the wave of perfume that hit my nose.
