Hey folks. Thanks to Barney-R for his great work in editing this story. And thanks to all of you who read it. SS06
When I think back now on where my life went off the rails, I'm sure it was the concert. We should never have gone. Before the concert, our lives, our marriage, and our relationship were normal. However, that's all gone now.
I met Valerie back in college. She was a bit on the short side, with olive skin and the longest prettiest black hair you've ever seen. That hair was alive. There were streaks of brown, red and even a few errant strands of blond in it that catch the light from time to time. Val is always adjusting it, and putting it into and taking it out of ponytails.
It's almost as if her hair gets bored with being in one position or one style and forces her to change it. Her hair is the first thing that women notice about Val, and usually they're really jealous of it.
The first thing that men notice is her ass. Val's ass is Kardashian-like. In fact, Val looks like a shorter, chunkier Kardashian. From years of studying my wife and all of her bodily dimensions; I have come to a few conclusions. Val's waist is normal sized. But the fact that her ass is so big makes it seem smaller than it is. Her boobs are just slightly bigger than normal. However, since most women who have one outstanding feature are generally short changed in others; they seem to be bigger than they are.
I think it's because nine times of out ten, a woman with a really big ass is almost always flat chested and vice versa. Val hates her ass, but over the years, she's come to realize that it really is a strength for her.
She also hates her thighs. What she doesn't realize is that if she had those long thin thighs that women, all seem to want, they just wouldn't work with her ass. She would look like a frigging lollipop.
Val's thighs are massive and rounded. When most guys see those thighs, they seem to notice like I do that your eyes are drawn to follow the curvature of those thighs, and they lead you right to her pussy.
I think that most men take one look at my wife and just want to fuck her. I know that's still true, it's just that I no longer feel that way. Until right after the concert, I loved Val with all my heart and soul. We got married right after I graduated from college and we've had a truly perfect life since then.
Val never actually graduated because we had a little scare and a big tragedy. Actually, it was that tragedy that led to Val being built the way she is. Back in college Val was much thinner. She also didn't have her ass and her thighs; they were a lot smaller. She was just a short thin, almost flat chested woman with a hell of a lot of hair.
Since Val had a reputation as one of those girls who didn't put out, she didn't have a lot of guys chasing her. I'd always thought she was pretty, but I was too shy to talk to her. I heard that at twenty years old when I first saw her that she was one of those rarest of creatures at our college, a virgin.
Things moved on and Val became just another of those anomalies, like the full moon, or an eclipse that we notice in passing, but don't really affect our lives. I saw Val around campus occasionally and heard that she had a boyfriend. She also had a roommate, a very pretty girl who was huge. I think I saw her once. She had gigantic boobs, a gigantic gut, and a really pretty face. It was as if a God was giving you that face as a reward for putting up with her bloated body.
I often thought about Val in passing. But, I had a life of my own, so I didn't spend very much time dwelling on circles that I didn't intersect with.
That all changed one snowy evening, when a truly pissed-off Val, walked into the coffee shop that I was studying in.
"There are no empty tables in here, can I share yours?" she asked. I just nodded without looking up from my book.
"I'm Valerie," she said. "But you don't have to look up. I mean it's not like I have big tits or anything." She was clearly pissed at someone, but just hearing her name forced me to look up.
When I looked up, our eyes met, and it pulled me out of studying and her eyes softened somewhat. For some reason, I think we both felt something. Now before you jump to conclusions, let me explain something. I don't ... let me repeat I do not believe in love at first sight. In the first place, this wasn't the first time I'd seen Valerie. And I had always been attracted to her; I'd just never believed that I had a shot with her.
However, that evening in the coffee shop, I sensed that I had a very good chance. I did all of the guy stuff. I bought her coffee and a donut. I sat there and listened very carefully to her tale of woe. It was some drivel about her boyfriend doing some stupid thing. I complimented her on now pretty she was. Even back then her hair was incredible. I think her hair liked me. Every time she leaned over her hair moved towards me.
When it was time for the coffee shop to close, I walked her back to her dorm. I was too shy to ask her out, or even to ask for her phone number. But I didn't really have to. The fates were on my side. Or at least I thought they were. But the fact is unless you're Bill Gates, Brad Pitt, or Tom Brady; the fates are never really on your side. They just set you up with short term happiness that leads to long-term pain.
But I was still surprised when I ran into her again two nights later. Something had to be going on, because during my college years, I dated a lot. I didn't have a steady girl because I went to college to get an education, not to get married. I dated a lot of girls, had sex with some of them and remained friends with a few. My goals for college included getting an engineering degree, getting a great job, and replacing my aging Mustang with a newer model. I'd been bitten by the Mustang bug at an early age and had no intention of changing.
"Josh, you are a hard man to track down," she said, trudging up behind me. Her tennis shoes and the bottoms of her jeans were soaked from the snow.
"Hi Val," I said. "I didn't know anyone needed to track me down."
"I wanted to thank you for the other night," she said. "I was really down then, and I truly needed someone just to listen to me. You were great. And you didn't try to tell me what I should do, either. You just listened. Thanks for that. You're a great friend. Unlike some people I could mention."
"Thank you for the compliment," I said. "It was nice seeing you again."
"Where are you going?" she asked. She reached out to grab my arm and did the Val for the first time. I should probably explain what doing the Val is. My wife is pig headed. When she makes up her mind to do something, nothing outside of the will of the Gods is going to change her mind. However, another of Val's characteristics is the seeming ability to defy physics with her clumsiness. Val can fall in situations where it seems impossible for anyone to slip.
And on that evening, she slipped and fell, stretched out on the snow-covered side walk. I again did the guy thing and helped her up. It was the first time we touched, and I'm sure that we somehow passed a jolt of bio-electricity between us. Time seemed to stand still as we looked into each other's eyes.
"You've got snow all over you," I said. "Can I drive you home?"
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Nowhere exciting," I said. "One of my professors told us about the meteor shower tonight, and I was going to drive out into the country, away from all of the street lights, so I could see them."
"That sounds amazing," she said.
"I could ... If you want..." I began.
"Yes," she said expectantly.
"Take you back to your dorm, so you could get your boyfriend to take you!" I said.
"Josh, I broke up with him after what happened the other night," she said. I had no idea what she was talking about. I had spent the time when we were together looking at her. I'd been mesmerized by her hair and her presence. Listening to her was asking too much.
"Can I go with you?" she asked in a whiny little voice.
"Val, are you sure you wouldn't be bored?" I asked. "From what I've heard, you hang out with a pretty wild crowd."
"Those are Steve's friends, not mine," she said. "And most of the time, I'm bored there. I just hang out with them because he's my ... he was my boyfriend. I've never seen a meteor shower."
We stopped off and got snacks and drinks. She was surprised by the fact that I didn't buy any liquor or beer. And on a crystal clear, bitingly cold winter night, we drove out into the country and pulled over to the side of the road on a gently sloping hill. I had positioned the car just below the crest of the rise, so we didn't have to crane our necks to see the sky.
We made small talk, while looking into each other's eyes for a while and then out of nowhere, streaks appeared, hurtling across the night time sky. It was like nature's very own fireworks display. Val seemed to be really surprised.
"There really is a meteor shower," she gasped. "And it's beautiful."
"Val, that was why we came out here, remember?" I said.
"I thought that meteor showers were just another name for submarine races," she giggled.
"That's the kind of stuff you use on the easy girls," I guffawed. "Not for someone like you. Holy Shit, look at that one." I pointed upwards towards a big streak of light that seemingly exploded and filled the sky with smaller streamers of light. That was what happened when the meteors actually hit earth's atmosphere and burned up.
As we started the car to drive back it was already very late. "Josh, what did you mean, someone like me," she asked. "Seriously."
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