Chapter 4 – First Date
I turned onto the exit for the interstate toll way that I needed to take to get home. I estimated the drive from here to take about an hour. I slammed the steering wheel hard three times with the palm of my hand. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” This totally sucked. I can’t believe that I am driving home, allowing my wife to stay behind and fuck some unknown man. What kind of man am I? Why did I agree to let her have these flings?
I knew the answers to these questions, of course. During the course of our marriage, I had often fantasized about Ashley fucking another man. When we started playing role play games in bed, I often assumed the role of an unknown lover. Ashley physically changed when we started these role plays. She became more assertive. She became more confident. She became more seductive. She became physically wanton and had absolutely no inhibitions.
As our role play progressed it became more and more apparent that Ashley wanted to take the next step from an imaginary fantasy to a more realistic fantasy. While the role play was hot and took our sex life to unforeseen heights, I just could not come to terms with actually watching another man fuck the love of my life. I feared then, and still do, that those cliché doubts would consume my mind. Is he a better lover? Does she have deeper feelings for him? Am I losing my wife?
I reluctantly agreed to let Ashley move to a real life fantasy. For me, it was to become more out of sight, out of mind. While the time she was away was maddening and gut wrenching, the sex we had afterward was simply the best. We had agreed to two simple rules. First, there would never be a repeat tryst with anyone that she met and fucked. That helped me with the thoughts of her leaving me for another man. Second, I would never watch her fucking someone else. I would not face the embarrassment and humiliation of another man looking at me while he fucked my wife. Tonight, Ashley had crossed that line with that asshole Chad Brockton. I hated listening to his comments laced with sarcasm towards me, and that shitty smirk that on his face.
So why, why did I allow my wife and woman of my dreams to do this with other men? Why did I leave her at Chad Brockton's house tonight while I drove home? The answer I had come to previously, and held true tonight, was that I loved Ashley more than life itself, and I am willing to do almost anything to keep her happy. I had convinced myself if I could keep Ashley happy, we could keep our marriage and our lives happy. She really didn't ask for much. We were blessed in our life. This seemed to be her one indulgence. But boy, what an indulgence!
As I drove along the interstate tonight, I remembered the first day we met in high school. We had the same freshman Spanish class. She was gorgeous and had the figure of a 21 year old, with full breasts and long legs. While her figure was the attention getter, even more attractive to me was her quick grin and engaging personality. She had a playful side, and a caring side. Not realizing it that first day of class, I became more and more attached to Ashley as the school year progressed.
We quickly became friends that freshman year, hanging out before school and at lunch. I could listen to Ashley talk for hours. She would flash a grin and my heart would jump. For living in a small town, it was surprising we didn’t know hardly anything about each other. Our families lived on opposite sides of town and did not share many common friends. I also learned the Ashley ran in many social circles at school. She was a Pom Pon girl, on the varsity as a freshman. Hanging out with the older girls during football season, quickly introduced her to senior and junior boys.
I think it was less than a month into our freshman year that Ashley started dating Rod Huntsman. Rod was a junior and a tailback on the football team. Rod was also a mean SOB to underclassman, especially underclassman football players. Rod acted nice to Ashley’s freshman friends in the hallway at school when they walked together, but in the locker room after football practice he was a real prick. I had a tough time that freshman year reconciling Ashley’s personality and Rod’s true personality. I thought to myself, I must not know this girl very well at all; maybe her wholesome personality is all an act.
Ashley dated Rod through the rest of our freshman year, and most of our sophomore year, when Rod was a senior. There was a brief two week period where they broke up sophomore year because Ashley caught Rod in the high school parking lot in his car with Jeannie Bottomfield. Rumor has it that Jeannie was so surprised when they were caught in the parking lot; she left teeth marks in Rod’s cock. It was the highlight story of the fall that year. Every freshman and sophomore football player thoroughly enjoyed seeing Rod get what he deserved when Ashley ripped him a new one when she found out.
It was two weeks later when Ashley told me at lunch she was getting back together with Rod. I was dumbfounded, and Ashley knew it. “Ronnie, it’s not like Rod and I are getting married. He will be at college next year, and I will be here at high school stuck with you.” She held my hand for a moment. “I can’t explain it to you Ronnie, I just love the way he holds me.” The whole moment was serene, but having Ashley hold my hand, even for that brief moment made me feel sky high. I went to football practice that day with such a good feeling. It wasn’t until later that I reflected on the very mixed messages that Ashley was sending me that day.
Rod did surprisingly graduate that year, and as Ashley predicted, they officially broke up one week before he left for college. Our junior year started with me making the varsity team, as a tight end. I didn’t start, but as the season wore on I received more and more playing time. I quickly developed an on the field rapport with our sophomore quarterback sensation, Terry Hanson. Terry had a strong arm and was an uncanny leader, even as a sophomore. Not even the senior quarterbacks argued with the decision to have Terry start and play ahead of them.
While not having the pressure of starting, I ended up having a very good junior football season. Terry and I were regularly hooking up for seven or eight completions a game by the end of the year. I found my social status in school rise with my on the field success. While on the field I was becoming more determined and physical, I was still more of a shy boy in social situations, especially with girls. Yes, I had a few dates, going to local dances, but I wasn’t on the party circuit. The only girl I was truly relaxed around was Ashley, and we continued to hang during the school day and now we talked often on the phone.
I was so focused on football, that I took a nonchalant attitude to Ashley telling me that she was going to date the senior running back on the team. Like Rod before him, this guy was built, was a star on the football team, and was a real asshole when not in Ashley’s presence. I hadn’t even considered asking Ashley out myself, being busy with football. The real reason was that I didn’t think that she would ever think of us as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was apparent to me that she had a thing for older guys, and while we were good friends and had fun together, I was certain that I was not the Don Juan she had in mind. Looking back, I realized how stupid I was to cut myself short at the age of 17.
After football season that year, I was confronted with a very odd situation with Ashley. We had a study hall together, and we always sat next to one another during that period. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we studied, and sometimes Ashley wrote while I read. She shared with me that she had started keeping a daily diary, and while she spent many minutes every day writing in it, her diary was for her eyes only. While at study hall, she would make a grand display of covering her diary and writing the day’s events in it. She periodically looked up to make sure that no one could see what she was writing. Well of course no one could see, because no one besides me was sitting close, and I had already told her I didn’t want to read her diary and I never made an effort to look at her musings in the spiral bound pages.
One nondescript day in study hall, I was reading a book, probably something about the colonial times era, as that had been, and continues to be my passion of study. Ashley began to stretch with an over-emphasized yawn, putting her arms in the air to stretch, and arching her back. The natural effect of that action was that her blouse pulled tight against her full breasts and they would jut out towards me. The natural effect of that was that my eyes would be glued to her chest, and my young cock got hard in my jeans. This was a game she played often with me, and we both knew the effect of it. During school we never talked about it, but one night, after we were married and first started playing games, I recalled her yawns and we both spent the night playing and giggling recalling those days.
Anyway, on this day, as Ashley yawned, her breasts were the sole focus of my eyes, and I did not notice that her diary had been knocked to the middle of the table. Ashley told me she had to go the ladies room and ran off. I was left to daydream a little about the vision of her breasts, but then quickly noticed her dairy in the middle of the table left open to the last page she had written. I looked to the left, and then to the right, and with no one watching me, leaned forward in my seat so that I could read the words written in her elegant cursive on the page. She had recalled her most recent date last weekend with the lug tailback. I read how they parked and began to hug and kiss. She had written how excited she got in his arms, and how she liked to kiss him over and over. Her words ended there without any more details of their night of parking.
I sat back in my chair and began to read my book about the Monroe Doctrine, and pretended not to notice as Ashley returned. She made a display of quickly closing “the diary”. With a stern look she asked, “You did not look at this, did you Ronnie?” She held up the now closed book as she spoke.
“Look at what?” I said, feigning no interest. “Did you know the Monroe Doctrine was the beginning of a long alliance with England, even after we kicked their ass in the Revolutionary War?”
Rolling her eyes at me, Ashley said in an exasperated voice, “Ronnie Malloy, sometimes I just want to knock you in the head. You better not have been reading in my diary.” We both knew that she was being overly dramatic. We both knew she was playing her cat and mouse game with me.
Holy shit! It just hit me, even back in our first three years of high school; she was playing some type of cuck game with me. No we weren’t a couple, and no we weren’t lovers. We did spend many hours talking, and we obviously had grown to care for one another. We were totally comfortable talking to one another; I relished having a close friend of the opposite gender. Driving home on the interstate, 25 years later, I just realized the depth of the games she was playing with me then.
Ashley was making sure I knew what she did with her boyfriends, and doing it in such a way that she didn’t put it in my face, but it did make me jealous of the time she spent with them. It also just dawned on me that during four years of high school, not once did she help hook me up with a date. Ashley was extremely popular, and had lots of friends. I never remember her trying to help me with a date. I remember her talking about my dates, and asking how things were going, but she never took a real interest in any one I may have been dating, much like I didn’t take a real interest in her boyfriends. I shook my head in the car while thinking that even in high school; she had wanted my time to be spent with her, no matter what she did with her own time. I slapped my head like the lady on the old V8 commercial. What a dumb, naïve teenager I was!
Our senior year of high school was fun. I had come into the school year in the best shape of my life, determined to have a good year of football. I was not the muscle bound jar head that seemed to attract Ashley, but I was tall, wiry, and firm in all the right places. I had a new found aggressiveness on the field. My blocking was much better, and I went for every reception thinking I was going to come away with the ball. If only I had been this aggressive with girls.
Ashley started senior year as captain of the poms team, and without a boyfriend. Last year’s high school star was this year’s junior college practice fodder, and he and Ashley split before he left for school. Ashley and I had three classes together, spent time together on the weekend, and often talked on the phone. Even with all that, I still didn’t ask her on an official date. My focus was football and the team. Terry, our QB, and I were having an excellent season, and I was really enjoying myself.
One Friday night, I was standing with the team waiting for the JV game to finish so we could take the field and warm-up. Ashley, looking great in her short red poms skirt, red sweater, and white knee socks walked up to the fence pretending to look for someone. “Has anyone seen Ronnie Malloy?” she asked. I took off my helmet, and with a grin said, “Right here, el captain. I am standing right in front of you!” She knew I was right there, but that was just our way together, relaxed and playful.
“Ronnie, good luck in your game. You know that I will be cheering and watching you. Two touchdowns for me tonight please.” Her perfect smile always melted me. “Oh, and Ronnie, after the game tonight, could you give me a ride home? My brother just got his license and the little brat took my car. Can you believe it? Of course, if you have other plans I will understand.” If the smile didn’t get you, her big green eyes did.
“I’ll have to check my dance card tonight, Ashley. You know how full it always it is. I believe, though, I’ll be able to squeeze in a ride home for you tonight. You will be riding in high style. I have my parent’s wood paneled station wagon. It doesn’t get any better than that.” We both laughed at being stuck with the traditional family vehicle of our parent’s generation.
“Your chariot will be just fine, Ronnie. I’ll just meet you in the parking lot outside the school after the game. Try not to sit in the locker room and brag with your teammates all night about how you kicked ass, I might catch cold by myself in the parking lot.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Ash.”
As I watched Ashley walk back towards the field, I was mesmerized by the shake of her hips. Such a nice inspiration to have to begin tonight’s game. I was jolted back to reality by my shoulder pads being slapped by two of my teammates. “Ron Malloy, you stud. You are the hero of every man on this football team. You just scored a date with Ashley tonight, and you brag to her about being stuck with the station wagon, and she doesn’t even care.