Chapter 1

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Tear Jerker, Cheating, First, Oral Sex, Petting, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young man finds love and loss in college as his life is unknowingly influenced by a tragedy he is unaware of.

Thanks to KevH for all his efforts in helping me with the writing and ideas. You went above and beyond the call my friend. Also thanks to DawnJ and especially Aruban for their encouragement and suggestions. This story took a very long time for me to complete, and I sincerely hope you find it worth the effort. Please be advised that of the four chapters, this is by far the shortest, and there are a limited number of sexual encounters throughout, so it might not be a story for everyone.

October, 1992

Darryl trudged through the run-down section of town on the South side of Chicago, oblivious to the surroundings. As he slowly trudged along, lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the group of poorly dressed youths standing in the alleyway, eyeing him closely.

"Well, what do you know?" a voice called out, jarring him from his reverie. "It's the punk who thinks he knows everything. Since you're so smart, maybe you should know better than to be showing your face around here without your protection."

Darryl looked around nervously, his pulse racing. Trying to appear calm, he nodded an acknowledgement.

"Hey Ty," he said, hoping the boys couldn't hear the tremor in his voice. "I was just heading home."

"Home," the larger boy scoffed, "that's exactly where you belong ... home with your Momma!" The others laughed loudly, heightening Darryl's distress.

"Look, man, I don't want any trouble," he pleaded, trying to sound confident, despite the knot he felt in his gut.

"Of course not," came the mocking reply. "Since the sell-out isn't here anymore to watch your back." He glanced at the others with a menacing grin. "The geek here likes to pussy out when no one takes care of his business for him." He turned back to the cringing youth. "Just like school. I got suspended for a week because of you, you fucking kiss-ass."

Darryl put up his hands in supplication. "I didn't do anything, Ty. She saw you cheating. Why are you blaming me?"

"She would have never seen me if it hadn't been for you," Ty spat. "I wouldn't have to cheat if you didn't fuck everything up for the rest of us. This shit is all your fault and you need to learn your place. You think all this science and shit means anything? You think you're better than us?"

"No!" the smaller boy said, fear threatening to overwhelm him. He knew Ty was very dangerous and that he had to quickly find a way out of the situation. The boy had been increasingly aggressive toward him since they reached high school the previous year.

"I'm sorry you got in trouble, but it wasn't my fault."

Ty was no longer listening, his jealousy of the smarter boy adding to his frustration at his own failures. One of the other boys made a feint, drawing Darryl's attention, and Ty stepped forward and sucker punched the defenseless youth in the side of the head.

Darryl stumbled back, holding his face in pain. "It isn't fair!" he thought angrily. "It was never like this before." The bitterness at constantly being picked on for almost a year built inside him, and before he could consider his actions, he swung wildly, catching the Ty flush on the jaw.

A hush fell over the group as he fell backward, landing with a loud thud. He hurriedly looked from face to face, seeing disbelief in their stares, mixed with scorn. Looking away in embarrassment, he seethed at being caught by surprise by someone he loathed.

Darryl looked down at his hand, seemingly amazed that it could do so much damage. By the time he glanced back at his opponent, the light was reflecting off something in Ty's hand. Before he had time to register the sight, a loud pop echoed in the still night.

Time seemed to stand still as he looked around, confused at why the boys were now backing away. "They can't be scared of me, " he thought erratically. He was searching for something to say to diffuse the situation when his hand scraped across his chest, only to find it wet. Looking down, he was dismayed to see a stain on his good shirt.

"What's Mom gonna say?" he thought, hysterically. He covered the stain with his hand, only to see it spread. It was warm, but strangely he was feeling increasingly cold. The sound of footsteps running away barely registered as he fell to his knees, now clutching both hands against his chest, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.

"Why aren't you here?" he gasped. "I need you." His last thought before slumping forward was how worried his Mom would be when he didn't come home on time. The pain faded as everything went dark and the sound of the approaching sirens faded from his hearing.

At that exact moment a mere thirty miles away, a thirteen year-old boy named Tim Sullivan, sat alone in his room in an upper-middle class suburb on the NorthWest side.

He couldn't have imagined how that random act of violence committed against a boy he had almost nothing in common with would come to change his life...

October, 1999

Tim was a typical, unassuming sophomore in college. He was working on his Engineering degree, planning to make his living in the tech sector designing and troubleshooting electronic equipment. His friend Pete was an Engineer at a very successful telecommunications company and had guaranteed Tim a job when he graduated.

They first met during Tim's junior year of high school at a job fair, and Pete immediately took the young man under his wing. At least part of the reason had to be pity. Tim was the textbook definition of a geek; skinny, average-looking, socially uncomfortable and wearing clothes that were the antithesis of cool.

Pete took one look at him and decided it was his mission in life to be Tim's mentor. They talked all afternoon about grades, interests, and what Tim would have to do to land a serious job like his. For the next year and a half, Pete called every month. He also gave Tim his email address, in case he needed to talk.

He was a cool, successful man and helped his protégé find a way to turn himself around. By the time Tim graduated high school, he was moderately popular and actually had dated a couple of girls he wouldn't have believed could be interested in him just a couple of years earlier. He was still a virgin, but figured college was just the place to take care of that.

Tim was lucky enough to be accepted by his first choice, the state school that had a reputation for having one of the finest engineering programs in the nation. Pete continued to be a role model for him, which Tim found incredibly helpful when he realized that college was actually going to be harder than high school instead of the non-stop party that he had so often envisioned.

The girls were beautiful, but mostly interested in the good-looking guys or the jocks. The school had a large number of wealthy students as well, which made guys like Tim feel out of place. In many ways, he felt like he was back in high school, before his transformation. Instead of dating, which seemed unlikely under the circumstances, he followed Pete's advice about concentrating on studies. It paid off, as he maintained a 4.0 for his first year, despite a brutal course load.

During summer break, Pete was able to land him a temporary job. It was exactly what Tim needed, allowing him to put enough money in the bank to get ready for his sophomore year, which he vowed would be the one that would change everything in his personal life.

When Tim got back to school, he found that dealing with professionals at his work had changed him. There was a new confidence in him that friends and acquaintances immediately noticed, even if he hadn't. He had his first date of the new semester within a week of classes resuming.

Tim began to enjoy the social aspects of college as well as his studies. He attended parties and dated fairly often, although none of them became serious. During midterms, there were several big parties thrown to wind down from the stress. Tim was invited to one by a guy he was tutoring in algebra. He said there would be a ton of great-looking women there and guaranteed he would make sure his friend was taken care of.

Tim agreed to attend, but assured him that he'd be fine with his love life. The truth was, he never admitted he was still a virgin, and the last thing he wanted was to be set up with an experienced girl, only to be embarrassed. Despite his desire to finally become a man, something told him to be patient until the time was right. Whether it was out of a romantic notion or abject fear was a subject he often pondered.

The party was insane. Walking through the door, he was immediately assaulted by mind-numbingly loud music and the din of people trying to yell over the top of it to be heard. The crowd was diverse; evenly divided between a number of different cliques he knew from around campus. Tim made his way through the house looking for his friend, which wasn't easy considering the sheer number of people crammed inside.

He turned the corner toward the kitchen, scanning it for anyone he might know, hoping to not be stuck in that atmosphere alone. Just as he was about to move on, he saw her. Long straight brown hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, legs that seemed to go up forever and the cutest dimples he had ever seen on a woman. On top of it, she had a figure any model would kill for. Tim was lost before he took another step.

Normally he would have been so shy that he would likely have walked right past her, too intimidated to have any chance of making an impression. This time he definitely made an impression. He was staring so intently at her that the last thing he saw was her eyes as he walked directly into a wall, knocking himself unconscious.

The darkness gave way to a blurry light as Tim fought through the haze. He realized he was in a bathroom, lying in the tub with a towel against his face. He pulled it away and was alarmed to see it covered in blood.

"Don't even think about touching that," a soft voice told him firmly. "You're going to get blood all over your clothes. I was worried you might have to go to the hospital. I've never seen anyone bleed that much before. You're lucky I'm studying to be a nurse."

His eyes finally began to focus and he shook his head, attempting to clear the fog. Unfortunately, the movement aggravated the pounding headache, he discovered. Unsteadily, he tried to stand, but soon found the room spinning.

"Whoa, there buddy," came the same voice. "You better stay down until you're feeling better." He felt a hand softly but firmly urge him back down.

He finally looked up and realized to his utter humiliation that it was the woman he had been staring at. "Oh shit!" he muttered.

"What?" came the concerned reply.

"I ... uh ... nothing," he stammered, suddenly wishing he could fit into the cracks in the wall.

He peeked over the blood soaked towel only to see that she was displaying a broad smile that felt like the warmest sunshine he'd ever experienced. "Did you just realize it was me you were looking at when you did your Wile E. Coyote impression?"

Tim briefly considered running from the room in shame, but figured he'd never make it to the door. At that precise moment, Pete's voice rang in his head, telling him to stop being afraid. After all, considering what she'd seen, what was the worst thing that could happen?

"Well, I have to admit it wasn't exactly my finest hour," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But in my defense, I was distracted. I never saw an angel before, and assumed the laws of physics no longer applied."

That brought a hearty laugh from the young woman. "Well, I've got to give you points for guts. Most guys wouldn't have the nerve to try a line like that after what happened. My name's Donna," she said, extending her hand.

"Donna, my name's Tim. Please forgive me if I don't get up. If I try to stand, I'll probably fall and you'll have to call that ambulance after all."

She laughed again and he took the opportunity to study her more closely. His first appraisal was entirely accurate. She was stunning. Her brown eyes were large and welcoming. Her lips were full, with just a hint of an upturn at the corners that gave her the appearance of a constant impish grin. Her hair flowed casually past her shoulders, framing her face in a easy, relaxed manner that bespoke of someone who didn't spend hours primping to be beautiful. Together it was an image of someone friendly, kind and at ease with the effect they had on the opposite sex; someone who didn't feel the need to pursue compliments, and didn't choose to use their looks as a way to isolate themselves from others.

His moment of bravado immediately faded as it occurred to him that there was nothing he could offer her that a hundred guys at the party couldn't top. He briefly wondered what it must be like for her to have every guy vying for her attention. The thought was utterly intimidating.

Tim's retreated into the safety of his protective shell. How could anything I do possibly impress her ... especially after what happened? he thought hopelessly.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him that was almost as painful as knowing she was the one who wound up taking care of him.

"So how many people know what I did downstairs?" he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

Donna's expression was far too amused for his comfort level. "Well, let me see. There is me, the two guys who carried you upstairs, the forty people in the room at the time, the rest of the house who came running to see, and by tomorrow, the rest of the campus who'll see the pictures they took."

Tim groaned at the thought. "Thanks, now I feel so much better. Did they teach you those bedside manners in class, or did you just come by them naturally?"

"Relax," she assured him, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "If you have a sense of humor about it, it'll blow over in a week or two. Otherwise I'm guessing you'll be seeing the pictures on the bulletin board through Christmas at least."

Deciding to play the only card he had available, Tim shrugged pathetically. "I don't suppose you'd consider hanging out with me for a while? Strictly for moral support, of course," he quickly added, trying not to sound too eager.

She smiled graciously. "I guess it's the least I can do since it's my fault you damaged yourself and your reputation."

"Your fault?"

"Well," she said with a sly grin, "if I didn't look so good tonight, you'd be fine right now."

He chuckled, but immediately regretted it due to the throbbing pain it caused. "Please don't make me laugh."

They spent the rest of the evening together, Donna dutifully staying by his side to deflect criticism. Tim took her advice and laughed at himself, immediately finding that most people warmed to him right away, even the jocks. When he explained why he walked into the wall, he even had a few girls tell him it was romantic.

The party finally wound down, and Donna told him she had to get back to her room to study. She gave him a quick hug. "This was really fun. Would you like to do it again some time?"

Tim answered immediately. "Are you free in an hour?"

They began spending a significant amount of time together after that, although it was strictly as friends. They did little things like eat lunch or study at the library. Occasionally she'd ask him to be her cover when she didn't have a date for a party. Tim was surprised to find that her life wasn't as perfect as he had assumed it was.

When she didn't have someone with her there was a constant stream of guys trying to find the right combination of lines to separate her from her panties. It wasn't what he assumed it would be like for her. In fact, he found it to be a little depressing. Rarely did anyone care about Donna or what she might want. It was just an endless series of sales pitches from guys looking to score, or have something to brag about to their buddies. Even having Tim standing next to her didn't dampen the enthusiasm of many of the would-be suitors.

More than once a guy literally stepped between them to engage her in conversation, obviously believing his magnetic personality would make her forget about the dork she was with. She always reacted the same way to these types of slights toward Tim. She would graciously indicate that she was not interested, step around the man, then continue talking to Tim as if nothing had happened. He found it hysterical to watch the looks of disbelief as these men who considered themselves superior realized she was more interested in his company.

It was just after Christmas break when he noticed the change in her behavior. Donna started asking him to go out with her more often and stopped making excuses about why. It was subtle and took over a month for him to be sure, but he eventually was positive the change was there.

On Valentine's Day there was a party sponsored by her sorority that was ladies' choice. Tim had heard about it and wondered what Donna's choice would be, not to mention how he would feel about it. He had fallen hard for her, and despite her recent interest in him, she'd shown nothing that convinced him she felt as strongly. He tried not to get his hopes up, but couldn't stop wishing she'd choose him.

The rules were a bit unusual. The girls weren't allowed to ask out their dates until two weeks before the dance. Evidently it was to create a kind of competition for the most desirable guys. The day the girls were allowed to ask, Tim tried to stay confident, but deep down prepared himself to be sitting home that night.

About ten o'clock in the morning there was a soft knock at his door. Tim opened it to find Donna on the other side, fidgeting with her hands and looking uncharacteristically nervous. It surprised him because Donna always seemed to be confident and collected. He believed it came from having to deal with so much male attention. She was forced to be in control most of the time. It added to the perception that she was unattainable because most men rarely got to see her just being herself.

Those thoughts and about a hundred more flashed through his head as he watched her standing there uncomfortably. Tim knew before she said a word why she was there and had to hide his own hands, which were trembling in anticipation.

"Hi Tim." She glanced at the floor, then took a deep breath. "Look, I wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the Valentine's dance."

He didn't hesitate. "Of course I want to be your date, Donna," he answered, unable to wipe the grin from his face. He glanced at his watch. "I'm just wondering what took you so long."

With the tension of the moment relieved, she stuck her tongue out and they shared a laugh. Tim felt so at ease that without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then hugged her tightly. He felt her stiffen, so he pulled back to see if he'd done something wrong.

She was looking at him differently than he ever remembered, almost expectantly. The intensity of her stare was mesmerizing. Tim felt fuzzy and realized that he was leaning in again, this time more slowly. It was like being caught in her gravity; he was unable to resist, or even consider what was happening.

A shudder ran through her body as their lips met. Her lips were soft and wet with a faint fruit taste from her lipstick. The scent of her perfume caused a surge through his body, almost causing his knees to buckle. Her lips parted and her tongue touched his lips, trying to part them. Tim tilted his head and let her tongue slip between, softly dancing against his own. The months of anticipation heightened the moment to an impossible level.

Her head tilted back and forth as she seemed intent on devouring his lips with her own, sending a second, more powerful surge through his body. This time his knees did buckle and he fell back against the doorframe. It broke the hold that the moment had on both of them and she pulled back, a little self-consciously.

"Wow!" was all he could manage.

"Yeah, that was a little unexpected," she countered. "I've been wondering if you were ever going to get around to that."

Tim looked at her, stunned. "Get around to it? You've been telling me for months that we're just friends. Every time we go out to parties, it's because you don't have a date."

She smiled, reminding him of a cat toying with its prey. "Don't you understand anything about women, Tim? Sometimes you need to know when to be bold. Just like that."

He shook his head in disbelief. "All this time I thought what was important was that I listened to you and respected your wishes. You were waiting for this the whole time?"

"Well ... no," she admitted. "If you'd tried that when we first met, it probably would be different. Things changed when I got to know you better. I can't imagine how I could've been more obvious about what I wanted."

His hands went up in surrender. "OK, I give up. I missed all the signs that I should've seen. Just do me a favor next time and use smoke signals, all right?"

Donna shook her head and muttered, "Guys are so clueless."

She had to run to a class, so they kissed again, briefly. Then he watched her jog down the hallway, closing the door before allowing himself to scream in exultation. She turned briefly to smile at his reaction, and at the men stepping out of their room to see what the commotion was about.

For Tim, the next week was like something out of a dream. They spent every possible moment together, enjoying each other with an intimacy that until then he had refused to allow himself to hope for. Knowing she wanted to be with him as her boyfriend instead of just as a friend opened up a part of his heart he had kept guarded to protect myself. Until then, Tim had to pretend that it didn't matter when she left him to go out with someone else, but the truth was that as much as he valued their friendship, it killed him to not be the one she wanted.

Because Tim and Donna had already spent so much time together, they quickly progressed from kissing to more intimate contact. The night before the dance they went even farther. It started with the fondling that had quickly become standard between them, but when he tentatively touched her sex over her jeans, she moaned her encouragement and trapped his hand with her own, grinding against his palm. Tim was amazed at the heat emanating through the thick material.

He moved his lips to her neck and she responded by tilting her head back. Tim took advantage of her distraction and popped the button of her jeans, quickly easing the zipper down. Sliding his hand inside, his fingertips stroked her labia through the silky material of her panties. He pulled them to the side and slipped a finger underneath. His risk brought an instant reward as she moaned lustfully and intensified her kiss.

Tim ran his finger around her outer lips, trying to discern what brought her pleasure. This moment had been on his mind since the moment they first kissed and he didn't want to let her down. Since he was afraid he'd appear clumsy, he chose to pay attention to what she responded to and utilize that instead of having a specific technique he wanted to use.

Donna moaned louder and writhed on the bed as his stroking brought her closer to an orgasm. He felt a genuine sense of awe watching the woman of his dreams reduced to a sweating, moaning heap by his hand. Her breathing became more ragged and she was making small unintelligible noises.

Tim gently pushed his finger between her outer lips and slid it a couple inches inside, causing Donna to push her hips up off of the bed and wrap her fingers in his hair. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him more aggressively.

He withdrew his finger and rubbed her clit again, causing her body to thrash uncontrollably. "That's it baby, I'm so close! Please don't stop," she cried.

Tim rubbed across her clit with two fingers moving rapidly and she responded so loudly that he had to cover her mouth with his own so the entire hall wouldn't hear. Her hips moved faster until suddenly she stopped, then her body arched up again, holding an impossible reverse bow position and he felt her leg muscles clenching uncontrollably. She screamed loudly enough that even covering her mouth didn't have any effect.

Her body movements gradually slowed, eventually reduced to random twitches when he would hit a sensitive spot with his fingers. Tim thought his moment had finally arrived and stood to pull her jeans the rest of the way off.

"No Tim, not tonight," she pleaded, her hands quickly pulling them from his grasp. He responded with a blank expression, confused at the sudden change.

"But, I thought..."

She stood up and pulled me against her, whispering in my ear. "Soon, I promise, just be patient a little longer."

His comically disappointed expression almost caused her to giggle, but she held back, not wanting him to think she was mocking him.

Donna leaned close with a mischievous grin and whispered, "I promise to make it up to you."

As the words came from her lips, Tim could feel her hands against his belt, deftly unbuckling it, then moving to the snap on his slacks. She quickly dropped them to the floor, then slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Her fingertips played across the tip, gathering the juices. Smearing it over the shaft, she wrapped her fingers around it and used the lubrication to slide her hand up and down more easily. Donna turned him around and pushed his shoulders gently until he was lying down on the bed, then knelt in front of him. Tim leaned back to relax and savor the sensation while she increased her pace. He watched as her hand became a blur, trying to push him to an orgasm.

"Ok baby," she cooed, "now I want you to cum for me. Please Tim, I want to watch you. You feel so warm and hard, just cum for me."

He couldn't have imagined anything more erotic than watching the woman of his dreams stroking him while using that language. It pushed him too far to hold back, no matter how much he was relishing the moment.

His hips started moving of their own accord, and he groaned through clenched teeth, "Yes, just like that!" as he began to climax. At the last second, she dropped down and took the tip into her mouth, sucking hard and continuing to stroke the shaft. She continued to suck as his body went through spasm after spasm, leaving him drained emotionally and physically.

When his climax subsided, Tim looked at her and realized she had been watching him intently the entire time with just a hint of fascination. He also realized with a start that there was no trace of his ejaculation. He found himself overwhelmed at the idea she would do that for him, making him wish he could have been the kind of person who could say something beautiful and poetic. Instead he settled for caressing her cheek and reassuring her wordlessly. She slid up his body and they kissed. Since he couldn't think of anything to say, Tim just put his arms around her and whispered, "Thank you."

She gave him an impish grin. "So I'm forgiven?"

He managed to wearily return the smile. "I guess I can let you off with a warning this time."

They had a wonderful time at the dance the next night. They laughed and joked with her friends, who all seemed to readily accept Tim and his new status as her boyfriend. He wasn't much of a dancer, but didn't want to force her to miss out, so he swallowed his pride and went out to the center of the floor with her as often as she wanted. The slow dances were his favorite, both because they were easier, and because it gave him a chance to see the envious stares of most of the men in the room.

After the party ended, Tim took her out for ice cream. He was a little worried that she'd think it was old fashioned, but neither of them was old enough to get into a bar, and he couldn't bear to have the date end. Instead of being dull, the couple laughed and joked until the store closed and they were asked to leave. Donna seemed to have the grace to enjoy herself wherever she was, and the way she responded to him made Tim's self-confidence soar.

Afterward, they walked across the campus hand in hand and stared at the moon. It was like a dream for him, the kind of date he'd always imagined. The fact that she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did made it that much harder when he ran out of things for them to do.

"Are you ready to go home?" he asked unhappily.

"Well, what are my alternatives?"

That's a sign even I can't miss, he told himself. "My roommate is gone for the weekend, so we could go to my room."

She kissed him and enthusiastically agreed. Tim was hopeful that they were past whatever held her back before. The thought excited him beyond words, but was also frightening. He had performed really well, gauging by her reaction, but this was the one area where he felt especially vulnerable.

They reached his room and went inside without a word. Donna pulled him close and they kissed forcefully. "Now go sit on the bed and get ready," she ordered.

He watched as she pulled her sweater over her head, drawing a groan from him at the sight.

"Oh that's nice," he cooed, torn between admiration of the sexy black bra with white lace flower borders and the sight of her breasts, only a hook away from being exposed to him for the first time.

"Why thank you," she said with a proud smile. "I bought it just for you. Well, I bought both for you," she purred as her slacks slid down her long legs. The matching panties were hi cut and transparent, allowing him to make out her dark triangle through the material.

Tim hurriedly shed his pants, but Donna sauntered over, touching his arm. "Slowly baby, we have all night." She spun, giving him a beautiful view of her toned ass, then stepped away showing him her sexiest strut. She spun one more time then put out her hands.

"You like?"

Tim could only groan in appreciation.

She took his hands and brought them to her breasts, encouraging him to caress them. Tim lowered his mouth to her chest and kissed the top of each breast, then moved between them, running his tongue along her cleavage. She made a surprised yelp when he unhooked the clasp without letting her know he was even trying. I owe you one Pete, he thought happily, remembering his friend's advice.

With trembling hands, he eased the sides away, watching as more of her skin was revealed until finally her light brown areola appeared. The bra caught on her nipples for just a moment, causing Tim's breath to catch momentarily in anticipation. When it popped free, he tentatively reached out and cupped her breast, massaging the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, drawing a soft moan from her. They were spectacular; round and firm without a hint of sagging. Although not large, they complimented her body perfectly.

Leaning in, his lips slipped around her nipple while his fingers gently squeezed her other breast. Donna's hand slid behind his head, pulling him tightly against her, encouraging him to be more aggressive. Tim responded by sliding his left hand to the front of her panties, easing his fingers under the waistband.

"Oh no," she scolded. "This time you don't distract me."

She pulled away and quickly slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor. Licking her lips seductively, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and eased them tantalizingly down her hips. He watched unblinkingly as they slid lower and lower until she was fully exposed to him. Seconds later, they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, her legs slightly apart, hips tilted, allowing him to take in all of her beauty. Tim reached out his hand, his fingers brushing her outer lips.

Donna swatted the hand away playfully. "I told you, no distractions. I'm running the show tonight."

Pushing him to his back, she reached out and ran her fingers along the bulge in his underwear, drawing an appreciative moan as his hips moved to meet her touch. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the outline of his erection, staring into his eyes as her tongue traced every inch. Her fingers pried back the front of his briefs, and she moved her mouth to the tip.

Donna turned her attention fully to pleasuring him as she ran her tongue greedily around the head, using her hands to slide down his underwear. Once they were off, she took the tip into her mouth, then slid one hand under his erection, cradling it. Then she ran her tongue back and forth across the underside of the shaft, nibbling softly as she moved. Her lips moved further apart and she began sucking on the sensitive flesh.

The sensation was unlike anything Tim had ever experienced. He tried to hold back, but quickly could feel himself quickly on the edge of an orgasm.

"Honey, you have to stop," he said frantically, afraid of disappointing her. "I'm going to cum."

She paused for a moment and gave him a reassuring smile. "Well silly, that's the general idea."

Looking back down, she took the first few inches of him into her mouth, using her hand to stroke the shaft quickly. The result was almost instantaneous. Tim's breathing became ragged and he could feel himself losing control. Despite not wanting to push too hard, his hips thrust upward as he came for what seemed like minutes. Tim closed his eyes so hard that he saw stars.

After a few more seconds, it became too sensitive for her continue and he gently pushed her away.

She looked up again and smiled. "All right, now we can get to the main event."

"Donna," He began, hesitantly. "I need to tell you something."

"Shh," she interrupted. She stroked his cheek with her thumb as she gazed lovingly at him like he was the most important thing in her life. "I know. It's why I wanted to go first. I don't want you to feel like you have to worry about anything. Just trust yourself and you'll be fine."

She leaned forward and kissed him. Their tongues danced against each other and he rolled her over on the bed, coming to rest on top.

Tim kissed his way down her body, urgently exploring her neck before moving to her breasts. Her skin felt soft and warm against his. He could feel his penis drag across her pubic hair leaving a wet trail behind it, then down her thigh as he kissed lower. The sensation was so erotic he was instantly grateful she had insisted on taking charge. Despite the edge being taken off, his hands were shaking as he brushed them down her skin.

"Tim," she said softly, "just relax. I already love you, there's nothing to prove."

Looking into her eyes he asked in surprise, "Do you really mean that?"

She nodded with a reassuring smile. He moved back up her body, his lips returning to hers. As they kissed, everything finally seemed to clear. Tim shook off the haze he had been in. His tongue swept over her lips, then met hers, caressing it passionately. He pulled away and looked intently into her eyes.

"I love you too, Donna," he exclaimed without any indecision or self-doubt.

His kissing became more insistent, his lips moving back to her neck and pushing harder against her skin. He worked his way down, pausing at her breasts, taking turns nibbling harder on each, using her moans as a roadmap to please her.

He continued teasing until she was writhing against him in an effort to find release. Tim dragged his lips across her sweat-soaked skin, savoring her taste. Passing her navel, he reached the edge of her finely manicured mound. He followed the outline with his tongue, delighting in the tactile sensation of moving from her coarse hair to her soft flesh. Finally, he slid down until his lips brushed her clit. She shuddered noticeably. He resisted the temptation to stay on that spot, instead running his tongue across her labia, tracing the warm lips.

When he reached the bottom, she moved a leg onto his shoulder, quickly followed by the other, opening herself up completely for him. Tim responded by plunging his tongue between her lips. It thrust deeply into her repeatedly, pushing her toward her own climax. He pulled her legs tightly against him so he could push as far as possible. She responded by wrapping her fingers in his hair. Her legs shook as she her body raced toward release. Tim responded by moving his mouth over her clit and surrounded it with his lips. Sucking hard, he took as much of her into his mouth as he could. Without letting go, he flicked his tongue rapidly across, back and forth in a steady pattern.

"Oh baby, right there," she pleaded. Her hips rose off the bed and she removed her hands from his head as he increased the pressure of his tongue. Her entire body was shaking and her legs squeezed his head even harder. Her breathing quickened and her groans increased in volume as she reached the precipice. Tim felt her body spasming wildly, so held tightly and sucked her clit into his mouth as hard as he could.

"Yes!" she screamed, her back arching off the bed, making it nearly impossible to hold on. He did his best to keep his mouth still as she rode wave after wave of the orgasm. The feel of her body shuddering in ecstasy was intoxicating. He instantly knew he'd never tire of the sensation.

Tim worked his way up her body, kissing every inch along the way, savoring the perspiration as validation of his skill. Sliding his chest across her abdomen, he grazed her breasts, settling at kissing her neck. He aligned his erection with her entrance and pushed forward, but something was wrong. She made a small yelp so he tried to readjust, but met with the same resistance.

"Sorry," he apologized self-consciously.

"Here," she said softly, reaching her hand between their bodies. Tim shifted to give her room and felt her grasp his cock, running the tip back and forth across her wet lips. She bent one leg, changing the angle of her hips, and the head slid into her.

"Oh," he moaned as her hand let go and he slid halfway inside her. She was unbelievably warm and tight. He pulled back, then pushed forward, again stopping short of entering her completely. She brought her other leg up, hooking his body with her feet, and this time he didn't stop until he was fully buried inside her. Tim paused, overwhelmed by the incredible sensations he was feeling, both physical and emotional. It wasn't just his first time, it was with her.

Suddenly she twisted, unexpectedly rolling him over as she swung on top. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I love you."

Sitting upright, she writhed across Tim's lap, dragging herself forward and back on his cock. The sensations increased, but allowed him to suppress the urge to orgasm. He massaged her breasts, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. She ceased her movements suddenly and trapped his hands against her body.

"Don't move," she moaned. Then, as if talking to herself added, "Right there." Her hips shifted back and forth slightly, adding a slight swivel to her movement.

"Yes!" she exclaimed loudly, suddenly rotating her hips rapidly in a circular motion. He felt her body tremble, then her muscles contracted against his shaft as she came again, harder than before. Her hips shook and he could feel her hands tremble as the tremors rolled on and on.

She lay down on his chest, kissing him passionately. "That was wonderful, baby. Now I want you to cum inside me." Seeing his worried expression, she added, "It's OK, I'm safe."

This was one request Tim was happy to oblige. Rolling her underneath, he hooked one arm under her leg and lifted. Using it as leverage, he pushed into her hard and fast, anxious to reach his own orgasm.

"Yes sweetheart, just like that," she cooed, her fingernails lightly scratching his back. Between her encouragement and the feel of her body, his passion quickly overtook him.

"I'm cumming," he groaned. She held him tightly and with a last few, fevered thrusts, he felt the climax erupt. He pushed all the way inside her and wrapped his arms around her body. Shaking, he held her close, reveling in the feeling of her body against his, almost as if they were sharing the same sensations. They kissed feverishly as the waves ebbed, leaving him drained, but feeling more complete than he had ever imagined.

"I love you," she repeated, staring at him intently.

"I love you too, Donna," he whispered.

The rest of the school year was a blur. Although he did his best, Tim's grades dropped a bit because of all the time they spent together. Donna made him her personal project; helping him pick out clothes, introducing him to influential people on campus, and explaining how to get along with the various social cliques. She was the very definition of a social butterfly, coexisting with virtually everyone. Whether it was a loud drunken party or a quiet gathering where people talked about the issues of the day, Donna knew exactly the right thing to say and who to talk with.

When the summer break arrived, he was devastated to go. She was staying at college to work and take a couple of classes, while Tim was off for home and to work with Pete again. He was supposed to visit her a few times and she was going to come see him once as well, but after daily visits for months, the weeks apart felt like forever. Tim decided to use the time wisely, so went back to work for Pete and studied endlessly to make up for the slight drop in his GPA. He knew when school started again, he needed to be ready to make the most of it, both for himself and for their future.

Pete secured a few days off for Tim's trips to see her, and again when she came to town for her twenty-first birthday. He insisted on taking them both out when she visited, so they double-dated with him and his wife Trisha. Both of them doted on Donna and they all had a wonderful evening sharing each other's company.

When the night was over, Donna came back to Tim's place where his folks thankfully allowed her to spend the night. They tried to be as quiet as possible as they enjoyed each other enthusiastically for hours. It was an amazing night, filled with a combination of unbridled passion and tenderness that he never imagined was possible, and knew he'd never forget.

When Donna left for school, Tim dragged himself back to work for the last three weeks before classes started again. Although their communication over the break wasn't the same as it usually had been, Tim comforted himself with how great the sex was. He knew that as soon as he was able to get his work and studies on track, they'd settle back into the same type of rhythm they had during the previous school year.

He confided in Pete that he was hopelessly in love and wanted to ask her to marry him when the time was right. Pete warned his young friend that he might be moving too quickly. Tim agreed and planned to put it off until Christmas, but couldn't resist going to a jewelry store and blowing half his summer earnings on a ring that the saleswoman promised would stun Donna, whenever he asked. He was sure that when she saw how he had secured a future for them, there wasn't a chance she could say no.

Tim arrived at school on a Tuesday, and went straight to his dorm to get cleaned up. Opening the door, he found Donna waiting on his roommate's bed, dressed in white thigh-high stockings, a garter belt and nothing else. A voice behind him loudly exclaimed, "Holy Shit!" startling Tim from his shocked paralysis. Laughing, he hurried inside and closed the door.

"Wow, you look ... wow!" he said stupidly. His immediate problem was the pain he was feeling from the angle his erection was growing in. He tried adjusting it without being too obvious. "This is a great surprise, but how did you know we were going to be alone?"

"I bribed your roommate. He's going to the movies, then dinner so we have all day to ourselves," she said with a determined look that let Tim know he had no say in the matter.

They spent the afternoon making up for the time they had been apart. It was a magical day and a perfect way to start the new school year.

Things went well over the next month. Donna was more attentive than ever. There was still some difficulty with how they managed their day to day time. Tim was surprised how great their sex life was while everything else seemed to feel forced. He concluded it was most likely typical for that type of serious relationship, especially one happening in the chaos of college life. Since the intimate side of their relationship had continued better than ever, he was sure the rest would work itself out when they finally could get more time. She knew that he was working so hard to insure their future, and was sure she was completely supportive of his efforts.

Tim was looking forward to the last week of September as a great week to enjoy with Donna. There were several parties at the end of the month to celebrate the football team, which was nationally ranked for the first time in years. He didn't hang out much in those circles, but since Donna knew practically every group on campus, they had been invited to three different bashes. She wasn't sure if they should stop by all three or just pick one and stay, but assured him than any of them would be a lot of fun. The party was going to be the culmination of the week, but the main focus was the activities leading up to it, which was sure to be light on schoolwork, and heavy on time for them to spend together.

Unfortunately the entire week turned out to be a bust. Tim had two teachers who weren't big football fans, that left him buried in homework and several upcoming quizzes that were crucial to getting the year off on the right foot. In the little free time he could carve out, he kept missing connections with Donna, who had become involved in planning one of the parties. He'd talk to her answering machine, then she'd talk to his. It was frustrating, but every day he would look at the ring buried in his sock drawer and remind himself that it would all pay off one day.

To add insult to injury, he had to cancel on the party because of a paper that needed to be finished by Monday. It was going to take all day, and he decided he'd prefer to spend Sunday with her alone, doing something romantic, than in a noisy party with a bunch of people he didn't know. Friday they missed each other again, but he left her a message to go have fun with her friends.

When he got back from the library Saturday, he saw that his message light was blinking. He walked to the machine and punched play.

"Tim, it's me." Donna's voice sounded strained, and Tim immediately was concerned. He'd heard every mood she had, and there was obviously something wrong. "I know we've both been really busy lately, but we need to talk. I'm going to call you tomorrow at 1:00, please try to be there. It's important."

A thousand thoughts flooded him at once, each more concerning than the last. He looked at the homework that was left and decided it could wait until the next day. It was about nine o'clock already, so he knew she'd be tough to find, but Tim wasn't going to stop until he made sure everything was all right.

He stopped at the party most of her sorority sisters were going to be at first. It didn't take long to confirm she wasn't there. The girls seemed to be having a great time and no one mentioned Donna being upset, so he started feeling a little better, wondering if he'd just over-reacted because of the stress he'd been under. He decided to try the jock party next. Many of the guys from the football team were going to be there and although Tim didn't know most of them, he had been to enough of the parties to know some of the people from their crowd.

When he got to the door, he immediately regretted not going to the third party instead. Tim only saw a few people that he knew, and that wasn't by name. He asked around a little, but didn't get much help. One of the football players heard him asking about Donna and matter-of-factly said she was upstairs. He ignored the condescending look and started up the stairs. It was a pretty big house, and took him a while to get around because of the crowd.

After another ten minutes he still hadn't seen her and was beginning to doubt that she was even at the party, since there had to be more than one Donna there anyway. Before giving up, Tim decided to ask a girl he vaguely recognized. She was a freshman and drunk off her ass. She had several large hickeys on her neck and her make-up was smeared. He assumed she was just getting another drink before heading back to screw whichever stud she was with for the night.

He caught her arm, "Hey, do you know Donna?" After a quick affirmative nod, he added "Have you seen her here?"

The girl looked blankly for a second, then the drunken haze cleared enough for her to comprehend the question. "Oh, I saw her a little while ago. I think she's in Jake's room. Hold on, I'll go check." She crossed the hall on unsteady legs and knocked on a door, then stuck her head in and began talking to someone.

Suddenly Tim felt very uncomfortable. Did she mean Donna was in someone's room hanging out, or something else? He had never experienced any jealousy with her; there had never been a reason. Donna always let him and everyone else know that she had no interest in anyone else, so he never felt the need to worry about her. He scolded himself for making too much out of something that had to be innocent. His girlfriend was the kindest, most faithful person he had ever met.

The girl stepped away from the door and a guy opened it wide. Tim recognized him right away. He was the All-American linebacker from the team, Jake Stillwell. They had run into each other once or twice, although certainly never in a classroom. It was widely known that he got a lot of "help" getting through school so that the team could keep winning. The guy was a block of granite, 6'1, 235lbs of solid muscle. He was dressed only in a pair of shorts with a smug expression that instantly bothered Tim.

"So this is the boyfriend," he said with a sneer. "I don't think you're needed here. Donna is in good hands."

"I think there's been a mistake, we're talking about a different girl," he said, desperately hoping that this was some kind of misunderstanding. Tim was scrambling for a logical explanation for the mix-up when a familiar voice came from behind the player.

"Jake, have you seen my top?"

He stepped back with an evil grin and Tim saw Donna walk out of his bathroom, wearing only his jersey. She froze when she saw him through the doorway and tears welled up in her eyes. "Tim," she whispered before turning around and running back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Tim immediately turned and rushed for the stairs, not caring who he ran into, desperate to get out of the house before he made a bigger fool out of himself.

'How stupid could I have been?' he thought as tears clouded his eyes. 'Like there's any way she'd ever marry someone like me.'

He made it out of the house and slowed to a walk, trying to cope with the crushing swirl of emotions, when a voice from behind yelled, "Hey, needle dick!" He stopped and turned, realizing that his humiliation wasn't over yet.

"Don't go getting any ideas about my girl," Jake said. "We've been hitting it all week and she said she couldn't wait to let you know so she could stop feeling sorry for you."

Although Tim knew Jake could literally kill him, he was so angry and confused he didn't care about anything about anything but finding a way to shove aside the pain. He stepped toward the much larger man. "Go fuck yourself you brain-dead puke."

He noticed a group of people behind Jake spilling out of the house to see what was going to happen. Tim stood his ground and waited.

"Donna's got a tight little pussy; obviously she hasn't been getting enough cock lately. I had her screaming so loud earlier that people were stopping by to see if she was OK." He turned away from Tim to the group of friends standing around him. "Who heard Donna cumming an hour ago?" A cheer went up from the small group of guys standing around.

When Tim heard that, he lost it. He went up to Jake, grabbed him by the shoulder and took a swing. The athlete blocked it effortlessly and countered with a shot to the stomach, dropping Tim to the ground. He felt like he'd been kicked by a horse, It seemed impossible that anyone could hit that hard. Jake jerked him to his feet, then punched him in the side of the head, putting him back on the ground.

Tim looked up and was amazed to see everything moving in slow motion. He could no longer hear out of his right ear, other than a dull, indiscernible din. He had the sensation of being pulled to his feet again, but was too confused to be sure. Suddenly he realized that someone was holding him up and Jake was in standing in front with his fist pulled back. He never even saw him throw the punch; everything just went black for a second, followed by thousands of bright points of light.

The next thing Tim knew, he was back on the ground on his hands and knees, trying to make sense out of what was happening. He saw Jake coming at him one more time and felt his side explode as he was kicked hard enough to hear his ribs crack.

As he lay on the ground, completely out of it, there were detached voices arguing. "Stop it Jake, if you get busted by the cops you'll get suspended."

Tim looked over in confusion and saw him being dragged away by some of his teammates, mouthing threats, but couldn't understand what he was saying. Unlike the movies, he never lost consciousness. There was just a stabbing pain that made him wish he could have. A couple of guys picked him up and dragged him back toward the dorm.

"You better not mess with him again, he might kill you," one of them warned. "Take my advice, forget about your girlfriend. If she's with him, you're better off without her. She's damaged goods."

The words didn't make sense as he was saying them, but they kept running around in Tim's head as struggled to understand what was happening. His head was throbbing and the pain in his side was excruciating. Every step seemed to make it worse. It became difficult to breathe. He must have told them where his room was, although he couldn't remember doing it. One of them took his keys, let themselves in, and walked Tim into the room. They deposited him on the bed, then exited quickly, telling him not to call the cops or else.

He lay there in the dark for an unknown amount of time, unable to move. The pain was getting worse and he didn't know what to do. He finally reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He weakly hit his speed dial and held it to his good ear.

There was a moment of loud rustling, then a tired voice answered. "Yeah?"

"Pete?" he groaned hoarsely.

The man's voice immediately took on an alarmed tone. "Tim, are you all right?"

"No, I need help. Please..." then mercifully the pain finally faded.

Tim stirred when he heard pounding on his door, but couldn't force himself upright to answer. The door handle turned and he cringed, afraid Jake might have come to finish him off. He breathed a sigh of relief when Pete stepped in.

"What the fuck happened? Are you all right?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Tim was still having trouble breathing, so just shook his head. Pete looked him over briefly and immediately insisted he go to the hospital.

He carefully helped Tim out of bed and half-carried him down the stairs. His car was right in front of the door and once they were in, Pete drove to the closest hospital, about a mile from the campus. The doctors took some X-rays and did a full exam. They said Tim would be all right, but would need considerable rest and something to temporarily knock down the pain. He'd need to be watched for a concussion, which Pete promised to do, and the doctor wanted him to see his personal physician for a follow-up visit within a week. He wrote a prescription, then told Pete to take him home.

"Would you like us to contact the police?" the doctor asked.

Tim could hear the words of the guys who took him home ring in his head. "No," he conceded, feeling beaten. He ignored Pete's furious glare. "I just want to go home."

When they got in the car, Pete tried to temper his earlier frustration. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?" Tim shook his head, too humiliated to talk about it. "Well, do you want to go back to the dorm?"

"No, I'm done. There's nothing for me here. Will you take me back home?" Tim felt terrible asking so much from his friend, but he couldn't stay at that place for another minute.

A couple of hours later the car pulled up in front of Tim's house. Pete had called them from his cell phone, so they were waiting for him at the door. They were too concerned with how he was to pepper him with questions about what had happened. He kept things vague, grateful to put it off until later.

They thanked Pete profusely for taking care of their son. His help was way above and beyond the call and Tim let him know how grateful he was. Pete just said to take time to heal and to call when he was ready to go pick up his stuff. He promised to make some phone calls to some friends from the school he attended to see if he could pull a few strings. He still had a lot of friends in the administration department. With any luck, Tim would be able to pick up his academic career with minimal interruption.

After he left, Tim accepted another worried hug from both his mom and dad, then trudged up the stairs, hoping for a little sleep so he could stop thinking about how his life had turned to shit.

A week later Tim decided it was time to get his things from school. He considered Pete's offer, but decided it wasn't necessary. Even though Jake was obviously trying to provoke him at the party, if Tim had walked away, he was fairly sure nothing would have happened. He wanted to get to the dorm in the morning, so hopefully he could get packed up and out of there while most of the kids on the floor were at class. He didn't know if anyone knew or cared about what had happened, but wasn't interested in finding out.

Tim's parents had hired a lawyer and were going to be contacting the University the minute he arrived home. There was a hospital report and pictures, which the lawyer believed would be enough to get his tuition reimbursed. They definitely wouldn't want a scandal with their star football player involved. The team was in contention for a major bowl bid and the last thing the school would want is to see his face on ESPN next to the words assault and battery.

Since Tim's car was still down at school, he had to take the train. It gave him a chance to think about everything that could go wrong, most of all that he might run into Donna. He knew that she had called his cell phone more times than he could count, because he checked the messages from his parents' house. Tim only knew of one time that she tried the house directly. He wasn't around, but his mom confided that she talked to her briefly. There was a smoldering look in her eyes and Tim knew that it must have been quite a discussion. He didn't know what was said, but she never called the house again.

While home, he spoke briefly to his roommate Andy, letting him know that he'd be back soon and to ask if anyone had been around. Donna had been there several times, but no one else had stopped by.

The train pulled into the station, leaving Tim a five-minute walk to the campus. It was cold enough that it forced him to wear a jacket with a hood, which made him feel a little less conspicuous. He wasn't really worried about problems; it was more a matter of the embarrassment over falling so hard for someone who could have publicly humiliated him like that. His royal ass kicking just added a little something extra special to the memory. Tim vowed that once this place was in his rear-view mirror, he'd never think about it again.

He made it to the dorm without being noticed. Slipping up to the room, he scanned the hallway, then quietly entered. When the door closed behind him, he looked at the bed and couldn't help remembering his first day back when Donna surprised him. Every detail about that day was etched indelibly in his mind; the way she looked, the way she smelled, how aggressive she had been in making love to him...

'Stop it, ' he scolded himself. It was going to be hard enough without thinking about her.

It only took about an hour to pack everything and start moving it to the car. Tim was looking forward to getting away as quickly as possible. He'd have just over three months of doing some part-time work at the company with Pete, then was off to his mentor's Alma Mater. It's where Pete wanted him to go in the first place. The young man reminded himself never to doubt his friend's advice again.

He went back to the room for the final load. Taking a last look around, he reflected on how amazingly his life had changed in just a week. He checked the last suitcase and looked at the ring he had bought for Donna. It was pure dumb luck that somebody hadn't stolen it. It sat unguarded in a drawer for the whole week, not even locked away.

He couldn't help remembering how happy he'd been when he was able to buy it. All the plans made about their future together...

I'm an idiot, he scolded himself. With a sigh, he closed the box and stuck it back into the suitcase before heading out.

Just as he reached the front door of the building, he saw a familiar face walk by. He made it halfway out the door when Donna's friend Cindy said, "Tim, is that you?"

With a frustrated shake of his head, he turned, averting his gaze as much as possible. "Hi Cindy, what are you up to?"

She walked up to him slowly and pushed the hood back. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" She sounded genuinely concerned.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm all right," she replied, still appearing worried. "I'm so sorry about what happened with you and Donna. You know how much we all think of you, right?"

"That's nice to hear, I really like you and the other girls too. You've always been great to me and I appreciate it. Please give them my best." He looked around anxiously, not wanting to get sucked into a long conversation. "I'm sorry, but I really need to get going."

She stared unsure of what to say. "Have you seen her? She's been trying to find some way to get in touch with you to explain things. I know she feels terrible about what happened, she really cares about you."

Tim couldn't suppress a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah, I saw that she was so worried that she forgot to put her pants on." Cindy cringed, making Tim regret his harsh words.

I don't know if she knew anything, he reminded himself. I shouldn't take it out on her.

"Sorry, I'm just not in the mood to worry about her concerns right now."

Cindy nodded understandingly. "Don't worry about it; that was a terrible thing to do. You have every right to be pissed off. I want you to know that I meant it when I said how much we all like you. Any time you want you are welcome."

Although her statement surprised him, it didn't do much to lighten his mood. "Sorry, but that's not going to happen. I'm just heading out now."

She looked shocked. "You mean you're leaving school? I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter; I'm all packed and ready to go. Listen, I don't want to be rude, but I'm really looking forward to getting out of here. I just want to ask one favor. Don't tell her you saw me. You don't want to be in the middle of this and I promise you that I don't want to talk to her; ever."

"Are you sure about this?" she asked. "Leaving school is such a big step. I hope you're not just doing it because of her."

"Don't worry, it's more than just her," he said, glancing at his watch impatiently. "I'm sorry but it's getting late. I need to hit the road. But thank you for what you said. It means a lot to me." He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, but instead she caught him in a hug. He tried not to let her know how much it hurt. She didn't seem to know about the fight, which was a relief.

The less people that know about it, the better, he thought.

They said a final goodbye and he headed out the door, before anything else could happen. Tim threw the suitcase in the front seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Just as he was about to turn on the road leading out, he saw what he had been fearing since he decided to retrieve his possessions. Donna was fifty yards away, walking by herself across the grass. Even though he felt like his guts were being ripped out, he stopped and watched for a minute, taking in every detail one last time. She had her head down and looked like she was deep in thought.

Tim allowed himself a moment to think about how much he loved her and how much he would miss her. Then he wondered how he could have been so wrong about who she was. Letting his eyes linger for one last second, he swore to himself that his life was going to be so spectacular that he wouldn't even miss her.

Turning back to face the road, he pulled out of the lot and never looked back.

Despite what you might think, the title of the story has nothing to do with Tim's relationship with Donna, or any other woman. This is a long story with many twists and turns. With any luck, it'll keep you guessing until the end. I know those are the stories I enjoy the most, and I did my best to capture that spirit.

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