At eighteen, Gary thought he knew it all but his education was mediocre, his childish looks were quickly fading, his goals in life were mere questions and his sex life crested half his life ago. Soon after his nineteenth birthday, Gary realized his state of being had been little more than a frustrating search for an illusion.
During the final months of high school, Gary’s best friend, Jimmy had a girlfriend he talked little about and the reason was simple enough. The guy believed his sex life private and something he never discussed with anyone, even his best buddy. It only took Gary a few days to deduce his buddy was getting some on a regular basis, while Gary prowled the school halls only to find cock teasers and coeds he coined as; mister-baiters.
The summer after graduation, Gary finally got the opportunity to meet his buddy’s girlfriend but only after the secretive couple had explored each other to the point of having nothing else filthy to do with each other except visit the world outside their sacrament of lust. That day was normal enough for Gary as far as Saturdays went, he was making extra cash detailing a motorcycle and was busy polishing spokes with a strip of leather shoelace soaked in a polishing compound, but when he saw his best friend ride up on a scooter with two girls onboard he started to wonder if his best friend was getting more pussy than he deserved.
The girls were physical opposites. One was taller than the other by a few inches. One was a brunette and one was blonde. One had substantial breasts, one had subtle breasts, one had a heart shaped buttocks, one had an apple bottom, one had bedroom brown eyes, one had dreamy blue eyes but to Gary, both girls were definitely pretty. Although Gary had a passion for blondes, he understood why his friend was attracted to one of the girls when he noticed she couldn’t keep her hands away from the guy’s genitals. Gary thought it rather odd the girl was so open about her affection and he found himself chatting with her best friend, the short brunette with bedroom brown eyes. Her name was Susanna, but everyone called her Suzy, the icemaker.
Suzy was a demure girl and seemed aloof at times nearing the point of being indifferent to Gary but that day the foursome enjoyed the time together and nothing seemed out of place except Gary’s constant gazing at Suzy’s adorable physical features. Before sundown, the two girls and Gary’s buddy zoomed off down the street on the scooter leaving Gary to polish wire spokes, or so they thought.
As soon as the threesome was out of sight, Gary went to his bedroom, pulled his pants down and masturbated while visions of Suzy’s stiff nipples, the gentle curves of her vaginal folds and the tantalizing curves of her little round buttocks flashed in his mind’s eye. It wasn’t the first time Gary had the illusion of having intercourse with a hot looking girl, but Suzy had captured something deeper and this time Gary didn’t bother to open the special magazine he kept hidden under the mattress containing what he had come to appreciate as his illusion … the perfect woman.
Summer went by in a flash and a new couple could be seen walking the junior college halls together while offering the world around them signs only known to those who understood subtle public displays of affection. It took Gary nearly three weeks to get the chance to place his hand on one of Suzy’s breasts and feel the stiffness of one her nipples, and when he did his throbbing penis filled his pants with semen. Gary realized what was happening and he couldn’t cope with his premature ejaculations not realizing Suzy thought it an easy way to get through sex with a guy in the least amount of time possible.
Two months later, Gary and Suzy were married in a small chapel with a few relatives present partly for the opportunity to watch a virgin groom ruin his life and partly for the potluck food. The newlyweds went to a nearby motel, undressed each other completely for the first time then Suzy proudly announced she was on her period. Gary blew off their honeymoon as a way to hand over cash to a sleazy motel after Suzy convinced him a woman’s menstrual cycle was the ultimate barrier to consummation but four days later, Gary discovered his new bride was no innocent virgin. After settling in as a married couple both had to drop out of junior college and search for full time jobs gullibly inviting the beastly insanity of survival of the fittest to claw at their lives.
Suzy had no problem finding a secretarial position in a large manufacturing plant about an hour’s drive from their small rented home and Gary took the only job he could find as a package boy in a popular grocery store a few blocks away. Their life seemed at best a struggle of never ending issues with bills to pay and sex became monotonous missionary style for a few moments on Saturday nights when there was nothing to watch on the television.
A month later, Suzy told Gary she had to start working Saturdays because her employer was awarded a huge military contract and the plant was understaffed. Suzy reasoned they could use the extra money and Gary felt he could use the time alone to pursue his illusion.
The next Saturday Gary was alone in the small house for over ten hours. He had little to do except wash and detail his car, suck down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a can of soda for lunch, watch TV, take a nap, watch more TV, pull out the magazine he had stashed in a secret hiding place containing the foldout of a hot blonde with perfect breasts, a sweet smile, teasing eyes and a curvy buttocks, get naked and hump three pillows he fashioned into the hips and buttocks of a woman while trying desperately to imagine what the skin with tiny hairs on the subtle curves of a round white buttocks printed on high gloss paper would feel like if the crown of his stiff penis were gliding over the real thing. Suddenly, Gary found himself scrambling to hide the bed sheet and pillowcases he had painted with semen.
Two months went by and Suzy began working every weekend leaving Gary to his fantasy world. The extra money helped greatly, but Gary was going out of his mind with lust for the woman he married and couldn’t figure how to change things or new places to temporarily hide messing bedding.
One Saturday night Gary decided to be the aggressor telling his pretty bride he’d settle for a hand job followed by a blowjob but Suzy refused, using her exhausted state and her inexperience with oral as her leverage. The following argument was their first and Gary unloaded his rage on the woman scaring Suzy to the point of tears.
Oddly, the next morning Gary was awaken when Suzy started playing with his penis and he remained silent watching the young woman fondle the stiff pink rod like it was a foreign object. He thought things were going to change for the better, however a few moments later Gary was gazing at the curves of Suzy’s tight round apple bottom under her pajamas and panty as she stood at the bathroom sink washing Gary’s semen off her hands.
Gary came to the conclusion he had received no sexual satisfaction from his bride and he began questioning his marriage and his manhood. He called his best friend from a pay phone at work seeking some advice from experience then met Jimmy for lunch the next Saturday, and for the first time, they chatted about their sex lives. After listening to Gary’s sad story, Jimmy opened up about his escapades with the blonde explaining they had called it quits after running out of filthy things to do to each other. Jimmy explained it all in graphic detail as if it were a rant of revenge. It did nothing for Gary except make him horny for Mindy, the extremely cute blonde cashier he never had the courage to approach.