Chapter 28: Introducing Nick Fitzgerald

Nick Fitzgerald, a balding, well built thirty-four year-old former guard for a UNCW college basketball team, sat in his plush leather recliner. He was staring at the architectural drawing of a huge development pinned to the wall on the opposite side of his office. He was richer than he'd ever thought he would be. He had a great looking wife in Janet, and a secret lover in Harrison Von Damm, who he was helping to get rich selling his real estate properties.

Nick had a good thirty minutes before a scheduled meeting with Joe Marcolina and another banker, at which they would discuss the most favorable rates he could expect on his next land purchase.

He felt himself growing hard, and closed his eyes, as he recalled his first sexual experience. He'd been eighteen and still lived at home with his parents. He had met the man in a movie theater rest room. Nick was urinating, and realized the man standing next to him was looking over the slight partition and staring at his penis. He found himself with an erection and made his cock jump for the man's benefit.

"Want me to suck you off?" the man offered.

Nick was so excited he couldn't speak, but managed to nod, and the man steered him into the nearest stall, had him sit on the toilet tank with his feet on the toilet seat and blew him.

They waited patiently while someone came in and took a crap in the next stall. Then with the lingering stench of his bowel movement still permeating the air, they switched places and Nick took a cock in his mouth for the first time.

When his partner came in his mouth, Nick realized he loved the feel and taste of it, and resolved to repeat the act as soon as possible. He promptly confessed that he'd never done it before and received a warm, moist kiss from the stranger. Moments later, the man left and was gone from Nick's life forever.

Two months later, Nick took Kathleen MacGruder to her sister's wedding. To say that he was sexually inexperienced would be an understatement. Other than the mystery man in the rest room, he had "made out" with a girl just one time. Four months earlier he had had a kissing spree with Monica Frapp. He got as far as clutching at her right breast through her clothing and was promptly rebuffed. There was no second attempt. The rejection he felt all but made him a recluse.

But when Kathleen's mother called Nick's mother, asking if he would take her daughter to the wedding, his mother accepted for him and that was that.

Nick knew Kathleen, of course. They had gone to high school and shared several classes together. While considered a wallflower, Kathleen was not unattractive. What Nick had not reckoned on was her sexual appetite. Kathleen had promised herself she would lose her virginity after the wedding, and didn't care who she lost it too.

So attired in his powder blue tux, slicked back hair and his father's car, Nick headed out to pick Kathleen up. They were halfway to their destination when Kathleen turned to him and asked, "Do you like me?"

Working through a dry mouth Nick managed to choke out, "Yes, Kathleen, I do like you."

That got him a soft smile. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he saw that she was waiting for him to make the first move. Then she would decide how to respond to it. Nice girls didn't make the first move.

Nick fooled her, though; he didn't make a first move, he was already breathing faster than usual. And, while there were all kinds of things he wanted to attempt with her, he was afraid of being rebuffed. He was obligated to take her to the wedding, and while his hormones raged, he couldn't risk offending her before the wedding took place.

The wedding went well enough, and after the picture taking was finished they got back in his father's car and were driving to the Country Club where the reception was to be held. Kathleen leaned into him, but Nick didn't react the way she thought he would. Kathleen breathed a little sigh, perhaps of exasperation. "What's the matter, Nick?"

"You scare me a little," he replied candidly. "Or, I guess, I scare me. You're so pretty, Kathleen ... I'm afraid to touch you."

She looked at him a little oddly; but thought carefully before she spoke. "Don't you even want to kiss me?"

He moved quickly toward her and bruised his chest on the steering wheel. "Oh, yes, I do ... very much."

She leaned her head back against the car seat and tilted her face to him. In the body language of the time, that meant 'Do it, you idiot'.

Nick pulled the car over to the side of the road, leaned over and carefully kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, then her lips. She kissed him back, which was what it took to unfreeze his brain. He slipped an arm around her shoulder, and she leaned closer and put one hand on his. Nick knew how to kiss; he'd had plenty of practice with the men he'd come to meet at night almost every weekend.

He went slowly, trying to be very gentle and romantic. But kissing Kathleen was very different, there seemed to be a future here, no matter if only this night, there was something in the air, he could sense it.

Minutes later he couldn't believe his ears.

"So ... will you do it with me?"

"What?"

"It's just ... I want to lose my virginity!"

And so, Nick found a parking spot in the all but deserted park next to the country club. They got into the backseat and fucked, until he'd cum three times. He never inquired if Kathleen had cum too, it appeared that she had, she was happy enough. They fixed themselves as much as possible under the circumstances, and went to the reception with almost no one the wiser. Kathleen couldn't help bragging about it to her sister, the bride, who thought it wonderful that her little sister had lost her virginity on her wedding day. Her sister couldn't wait to tell the Maid of Honor, who eventually told her younger sister and soon it was common knowldege among Kathleen's peers and Nick found himself with two more girlfriends in the following month.

Nick tried college, but didn't like it. He quit, and took a job working for his uncle and learned several trades, among them, plumbing and carpentry. He would put this to use after returning to college and taking several business courses that helped him when he first went into the home building business.

His sex life went on hold for two years; then he met a handsome young man named Tom with whom he tried anal intercouse and found he liked it.

From that point on, he gravitated to meeting men at various places, and managed to keep it secret from friends and family. At the same time he dated several women all of whom thought him a good catch as a prospective husband.

Now Janet Fowler had a theory about confidence. She had never met a man with sexual confidence that didn't have a cock like a mule. The fact that she met most of the men in her life while drunk didn't occur to her. She felt very strongly that this was a given and had confided this to Valerie Marcolina one time on the tennis court. "It's there, the confidence, I mean, maybe you don't see it straight off, and maybe even he doesn't know it, but subconsciously he knows it and he'll walk like one of those cowboy gunfighters because of it."

Val had smiled and in her usual style had said nothing to contradict her friend.

Janet was at a cocktail party, staring across the room at Nick Fitzgerald. She wasn't quite inebriated, but she was getting there. He walks like John Fuckin' Wayne, she thought. Not a pretty face, but he's got kind of rugged good looks and he carries himself well, like royalty, Ha!

Janet studied the group he was with, and decided that in his current circle of admirers there were more women than men. It could be because he's rich. They smell his money. He's single, never married ... and how the hell do I know this? Listening to those two hags in the powder room, that's how.

He looks like it's a given that one of them will want him to take them home with him. I'd go. I'd go in a minute. He'd say something like, "You know I like you, Janet, so why don't we jump in the bed and fuck?"

And I'd have no answer for that. I'd just jump into bed with him.

Twenty minutes later, Janet was facing him, worried about slurring her words; worried that he could see the heat rising off of her; possibly smell her arousal at being this close to him.

She wasn't wrong in her initial perceptions of him. They were alone in a corner of the room and he told her that she had the nicest tits.

"You think? Myself, I think they're smallish."