Mary-Ann, a name that used to bring such joy to my life. Now it leaves a bitter taste. I adored her for years, and she never noticed me. She couldn’t see that I was doing everything I could just to get her to notice me. Even back when we were in high school, I started dating Lucy to make her jealous. But she showed no emotion or reaction to it. In fact, she was ecstatic for me. That hurt me, that she felt that way about me being with someone else that wasn’t her. I don’t understand why she couldn’t see that I was the best thing for her. I was the person who knew everything about her; I was her best friend. She put me in the friend zone because she was too stubborn to admit her feelings for me. She denied it when I asked her; that is why I dated Lucy. Don’t get me wrong, Lucy was a beautiful lady. But there was no way she could hold a candle to my Mary-Ann.

I have had to endure watching the love of my life fall in love with another man, get married and have children. All the while I have had to stay the loyal best friend. The man she came running to when she had problems with her husband, with her life and with her children. I have to sit there and listen to her happy times with her husband. While on the inside, I am crying and my soul is dying. Wishing it were me that was her husband, the father to her children, the one she holds at night. But I am not. I have nothing but my dreams and wishes for it, and it hurts me. I don’t know how much longer I can take this heartache. Can’t she see I am the perfect man for her? I changed everything about myself to suit her apparent taste and type of man. Dying my sandy blonde hair chocolate brown because he had it. He had brown eyes, so I wore coloured contacts. Trying and trying to be more and more like him in order for her to notice me, but did she? No, she did not. 

Each time I pull away for the sake of my sanity, she pulls me back in. She was like a drug. My need to have her in my life was destroying it, but also giving it sweet meaning. How can one person hold such power over me? I can’t seem to let her go. The first time I tried to walk away, she called me. Crying down the phone to me, Keith had left her without reason. He had walked away from her, telling her he was done. I told myself not to give in to her, not to jump in my car and pick her up. But my body reacted before my inner voice told me not to, and I was in my car. Driving faster than I should, I was always reckless for Mary-Ann. I pulled up to where she was, jumped out of the car and ran to her like I always do. She threw herself into my arms and sobbed uncontrollably into my chest. Begging me to take her away from here, so I did. I carried her to my car and placed her in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt before getting into my side of the car. 

I asked her where she wanted to go; she told me just to drive. She didn’t care. She told me how thankful she was to have a best friend like me. Those words always hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to scream at her, “I don’t want to be your best friend; I want to be more. Can’t you see I am perfect for you?” But the words never left my mouth, only a bittersweet smile on my lips. I asked her if it was okay for us to go back to my place. So I could finish up dinner, and she agreed by nodding. I drove a little slower back to my place. So I could steal glances of her sitting beside me, wishing this could be a daily thing with her as my girlfriend. This was another dream about her; they are always of her. We got to my home and made our way inside. She knows her way around my house and always makes herself at home. It never bothered me; it made me wish she would be here every day. She even had her own room in my house. Filled with her clothes; shoes; perfume; pictures. Pictures of us. It smelled like her, sweet vanilla enveloping the room. I stood in her room just to get a sniff of her aromatic smell; it made me feel like she was there with me. 

She went to her room to change, while I carried on with dinner. Spaghetti carbonara. It was Mary-Ann’s favourite, a dish I often cooked. She came downstairs in the skimpiest outfit she owned. She might as well have been in her bra and panties. Her body was to die for. I looked up from the stove to see her standing in the doorframe. Her blonde hair flowed beautifully down both sides of her face. It had a natural wave to it, like small waves on the sea. She didn’t stand that tall; she was 5 feet 2 inches tall. She stood at the perfect height. My eyes trail over her perfect plump lips, wishing I could kiss them. Wanting to show her how she should be getting kissed. I bit my lip trying not to let a moan escape my lips. As my thoughts get dirty, filled with all the things I wanted to do to her sexy body. My trousers began to feel very snug. I continued to look over her body, and she let me. She stood there with her pearlescent green eyes shining back at me, enjoying the fact that I was ogling her. Her breasts weren’t too big; they were perky. Filling her B cup bra perfectly. I often fantasized about how they would feel in my mouth, and how her body would respond to my touch. Her curves were envious to most. A waist cinched, and a big juicy round ass. She was every woman’s envy and every man’s dream. She was my dream woman.

She walked over to me and turned the stove off. She told me she needed me. I thought I was hearing things, hearing the words I so desperately wanted her to say. But she said them. She stood in front of me, her eyes begging me to touch her. To want her. I always wanted her. She ran her hands up my body, feeling each ripple of my abs as they went up to my neck. She pulled me down to her level, my eyes meeting hers. Our lips were merely centimetres apart; I could feel her hot breath teasing my lips, causing them to tingle. I wanted her. But I was too scared to initiate anything. She knew this and enjoyed teasing me. Without hesitation, she smashed her lips against my own, and everything faded around me. “Is this what heaven feels like?” I asked myself when her lips collided with mine. Her kiss ignited a flame in me, showing me this is the way it was always meant to be. Her lips are made for mine. I always thought they were, but now I know for sure, those sultry lips are made for me. She deepened the kiss, and I knew for sure she was mine. I will make her mine. She will know there is no other man out there that will love her as much as I did. She needed a man like me, and she knew it. She broke the kiss. My lips felt empty almost instantaneously, and I pouted. She let out her harmonious giggle as she took my hand, leading me out of the kitchen and to the living room. 

She led me to the couch and pushed me down. I giggled at her attempt but fell back away, amusing her request. She straddled me. Her silky legs squeezing around my own, as her hands found their way back around my neck. She kissed me with such force it knocked the wind out of my lungs. But that was okay; she was the air I needed in order to breathe. Her tongue started dancing with my own, playfully teasing each other into a sweet surrender. I would surrender to her a million times over if it meant she was mine. After tonight, she will always be mine. I pick her up; her legs still wrapped around me, and head upstairs to my bedroom. I kicked the door open while still holding onto her. While kissing her, making my way to my bed. I threw her onto my bed, causing her to giggle. Ah, that giggle was music to my ears. I crawled onto the bed beside her. I was still unsure; I wanted her to take the lead. I needed to know she wanted this as much as I wanted her. She takes the lead, like she always does. She straddled me again. Over my hips this time, grinding her hips into my own. Her emerald eyes darkened with desire as she felt the effect she had on me underneath her. She felt the hardening of my cock as she rubbed her pussy over the top of it. I needed to be inside her. But she teased, like always grinding her perfect hips on me. Making my cock grow hard underneath her, aching to be inside her tight wet pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I flipped her underneath me and put her hands above her head and with one hard thrust; I was inside of her. I could feel her walls clamping down around me, making my need for her grow. With each thrust, my want for her gets stronger. As well as my love for her. I need to make her mine; I fuck her hard and fast. Letting her know with my body who she belongs to. Without warning, the words I didn’t want to leave my lips did.

“You belong to me now, Mary-Ann. You are mine.”

She looked at me in terror. Almost scared at my words, but still continued to let me fuck her. She was always a fucking tease. So I fucked her relentlessly as her moans betrayed her eyes. I poured all of my emotions into each thrust. Allowing her to know how much of an effect she has on me. Thrusting harder and harder until finally I came. Flooding her pussy with my thick, hot cum. I knew she wasn’t on any birth control, but I didn’t care. She was mine anyway. She was going to be the mother of my children in the future. I stayed inside her until I grew soft and pulled out. I leaned forward to give her a kiss, but she turned her head. I was confused. “Why did she do that? We just made love to each other. Friends don’t do that, right? She clearly has feelings for me; she allowed me to make love to her. So why now is she acting like she doesn’t want me?”

All these thoughts swam around my mind as she got herself ready. Leaving me lying there in complete shock. She stood at the doorway after finally getting herself ready. She said the words I never thought she would say to me.

“This was a big mistake; I shouldn’t have let you touch me. I love Keith, not you.”

Each word was like a dagger to my heart. I didn’t understand why she was doing this to me. “Why would she let me touch her; kiss her; make love to her? If she didn’t love me.”

“Travis. You are my friend, and I don’t want to hurt you. But I love Keith. He is my husband after all; we have been married for just over four years. I have had children with him. I have to give my marriage a chance to work. I am sorry I led you on; I really am. Please forgive me.” 

“Just get out, Mary-Ann.” I spat the words at her. Each word was filled with venom, like a poison. That is what she is, after all. A poison that has penetrated me, body and mind. 

She ran out crying, which I hated. I wanted to chase after her, but I couldn’t, not this time. I have to put myself first. She has hurt me more than my mother did when she abandoned me when I was a child. People always leave me in the end; I knew Mary-Ann would too. It was only a matter of time. I needed to do whatever I could to make sure that she didn’t do that. I needed to show her how much more suitable I was for her. But unfortunately for me, Mary-Ann never called. Days turned into weeks that turned into months. And before I knew it, it would be five years since I would see her angelic face again.

She looked as beautiful as ever. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She didn’t see me, but I couldn’t let her go this time. I followed her around all day until she got to her house. I needed to know where she had moved to. I needed her in my life. I know I have a wife at home waiting for me, but she will never be Mary-Ann. I married a beautiful, caring woman. I admit I didn’t deserve her. She is in love with someone who can only give her a slither of what she deserves. I wish I could give her all of me but I can't. I need Mary-Ann, she is like a drug I can’t shake. 

I watched Mary-Ann enter her house and waited a while before getting out of my car. I didn’t want her to see me yet. I didn’t need her knowing that I followed her. Even if I don’t get to be with her again, I just needed to see her. Once she was out of sight, I ran out of my car and hid around the back of her house. I walked around her house trying to figure out where her bedroom was located. Eventually, I found it, and I hid out of sight. Her drapes were open. She put her shopping bags down and removed her clothes. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My cock started throbbing at the mere thought of seeing her naked body again. The temptation to touch myself was taking over my body, but I resisted. 

I stood there out of sight watching her undress, slowly shimmering out of her short skirt. My eyes followed it as it hit the floor, showing off her perfect round ass. That ass that I still remember holding as she bounced on my cock. Looking at it now, it has more weight. I want to feel it in my hands again. I know I will. She is mine after all. Married or not, Mary-Ann is mine. Her husband walked in and I stayed and watched. I watched him touch her where I wanted to, kiss her lips that are mine. I started getting angry at him touching her. I had no right; I know but I can’t help it. I thought it was best I left before I acted on impulse. Blowing any chance I would have of getting her back in my life. I know where she lives now, so I can watch her and find out about her life now. I will resort to being her friend again for now, but I will have her again. Even if it’s the last thing I do.

I went home and pretended everything was normal with my wife. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing I had at home. Not until Mary-Ann was back here with me. My wife, Lauren, moved in with me when we got married. I didn’t want to give my house up. For one reason only, Mary-Ann’s room was here. I haven’t changed a thing since she ran out that night. Her room smelt like her for a while after she left, but it soon started to fade. I was glad she left her perfume here. I sprayed it now and then to make believe she was still here with me. I even bought the same perfume for Lauren. It made me more attracted to her. Lauren doesn’t know about this room; I always keep it locked. It’s the only room she doesn’t have access to in our home. I won’t let anyone in there. She asked about it, but I told her a fake story about it being a memorial room. Just to make sure that she didn't get curious and go into Mary-Ann’s room. 

Being married to Lauren, I wasn’t in love with her when we first got married. But I grew to love her. She looked similar to Mary-Ann. That's the only reason I proposed marriage to her. I love Lauren; she has been good to me over the years. I truly believe if I didn’t see Mary-Ann again today, I would have fully fallen for Lauren. But fate worked in mysterious ways. Landing her in my sight again. Now, all the feelings I had buried deep down inside me have erupted out of me like a volcano. Gushing over me and filling my mind with the need of her. I want her. I need her. My body hurts without her near me. That sweet smelling perfume of hers is the only thing that stops the constant ache in my bones.

Seeing Mary-Ann today made me extremely horny. I needed to take her over again and show her who she belonged to. The moment she let me kiss her lips, it was game over. She was mine. But for now, I have the gorgeous Lauren. Who is a short, curvy blonde bundle of joy. I walked up to her and kissed her with such passion, almost knocked the wind out of both of our lungs. I touched all over my wife’s body wishing it was Mary-Ann’s. Every inch, every curve. I broke the kiss and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder. I headed towards the bedroom, and she giggled. That sweet giggle even sounded like hers. It was messing with my head. Was it really Mary-Ann here with me? Did my manifestation come true? I shook my head, knowing it wasn’t reality. No matter how much I wished it were. I nudged the bedroom door open with my knee and walked to the bed. And playfully tossed Lauren down onto the bed. Looking at her with hungry eyes, I edged towards the bed and undressed. She quickly followed my lead and undressed herself. Moments later we were both naked, and I couldn’t help but take in the beauty of her body. She had a fantastic figure. I know there are men out there who are jealous of me because of the exquisite beauty that my wife had. 

I crawled up on the bed at her legs, desperate to get a taste of the delicious pussy I knew she had. I slowly spread her legs, kissing my way up them until I reached my prize. I could smell her arousal as I made my way up. I couldn’t help but smirk against her inner thighs as I felt a dribble of her sweet nectar hit my lips. This is what I loved about Lauren; she was always ready for me no matter what. She never complained or told me she wasn’t in the mood. She was the perfect wife. I sighed, wishing it were enough for me. “Why isn’t she? She is everything I would want in a wife, and I have it on a golden platter. But I know I would throw it all away for a moment with Mary-Ann. What is wrong with me? I think I have a problem,” I thought to myself as my lips made their way to Lauren’s sweet, tight pussy. I knew I had to try hard to forget about Mary-Ann. I knew it wasn’t healthy, and I knew it would ultimately make me lose everything I had fought for. And it did because once my lips parted Lauren’s pussy, I moaned, “You taste like heaven, Mary-Ann.”

Lauren kicked me off her, cursing and screaming at me. Asking me many atrocious questions like, “Have you cheated on me? Who is Mary-Ann? Why are you calling me another woman’s name after almost five years of marriage? Do you take me for a fool? I am leaving, do you understand?”

I have never cheated on Lauren, nor did I have any intention of doing so. I might have a problem with Mary-Ann clouding my mind, but I would never hurt Lauren intentionally. She has been so good to me over the years, even when I didn’t deserve it. She stood by me through thick and thin, through the good times and the bad times. “Why can’t I forget that wretched woman?” I thought to myself. I knew if I lost Lauren because of Mary-Ann, she would pay. I let Lauren leave that night. But I knew I wouldn’t let her stay away for long. A few days had passed since Lauren had left. She called me and told me did not want to come back home. Not until I was completely honest with her about who Mary-Ann was, and why I was thinking about her during an intimate time with her. She then hung up the phone, leaving me with a mixture of guilt and anger. This was all Mary-Ann’s fault. In a fit of anger, I marched upstairs to Mary-Ann’s room and kicked the door down. I was furious. I didn’t realise how much I loved Lauren until she was gone. She was gone, and it was all Mary-Ann’s fault. I grabbed her pictures and smashed them on the floor. I emptied her wardrobe of all her whore-ish outfits. The ones she always teased me with, and put them in a garbage bag. Thrashing them in with all my anger and frustration pouring out of me. I wanted her out of my life. 

Once I had fully let my anger out of Mary-Ann’s room, I took all her stuff outside and set it on fire. This was the start of what I should have done years ago. Maybe my life would have been better for me and for Lauren too. I would have given her the family she has always asked for. I wish I had never told Mary-Ann she would be the mother of my children. That woman has ruined my life, and she is going to pay. I had to figure out a plan to make her pay. In order to do that, I knew I had to stalk her and get her daily routine down perfectly. And that is what I was going to do. I followed her everywhere. The gym, the mall, the doctor’s office, the salon. Everywhere she went, I followed. 

Two months later, Lauren still wasn’t home. But we talked, and I explained that my calling her another name was a mistake because I had bumped into someone I once knew. We are working through our issues, well, my issues. However, I thought it was best she didn’t come home until I had gotten my revenge. I knew Lauren, and I knew she would try to stop me. I can’t have that. I need to see this through to make sure she is completely out of my life for good. 

That night, I was standing outside of Mary-Ann’s house. I had the first part of my plan laid out, ready to be executed. With a hysterical laugh, I said, “Time to end the curse of Mary-Ann.”