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Chapter One: The Same Old

I knew what she was thinking. “She is a slut or a prostitute,” was what most people thought about me when they first looked at me. After all, I was used to it, built the way I was and the way I dressed. I was practically asking for it.

I waved at the woman as I passed her by the oranges in the produce section. My heels clicked and clacked on the tile floor, and I smiled at the poor produce clerk as he looked at me. When I passed, I heard the familiar noise of something dropping.

‘Poor guy,’ I thought to myself.

Another woman stared at me with eyes that could bore a hole through metal. Again, I just shrugged it off. I couldn’t help it.

I loved my body. What was the saying? If you got it, flaunt it. Well, I had it in spades. Long dark black hair and an athletically toned body that I took care of every day at the gym and at home.

I ate healthy because I wanted to keep my figure. I hardly drank and never smoked in my life. The payoff was a body I loved, and so did my husband, Jeff.

The so-called icing on the cake was my chest. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but the boob fairy had hit me with all she had when she was given out the goods.

On my body, they were the first things people noticed. Then they either noticed my ass or my dark hair that came down to just above my ass.

I had what has been commonly called as a whootie. When my friend Tina called me that I had to look it up on my first day at the job, it wasn’t a wrong phrase like I said; I had it all.

There was the woman from produce again. This time she was talking to another woman, probably a friend. They were staring in my direction as I picked up some other ingredients for my homemade salsa.

Now some would look at me and say she is all looks or that most of my beauty is cosmetic. They would be wrong on all accounts. Everything about me is homegrown from the sticks of Louisiana. If I told people where I was from, they probably couldn’t find it. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere. It’s where I learned how to cook, clean, fish, hunt, and do anything I damn well wanted.

Most of these women would freak out if their husbands brought home a dead deer. Not me. I could take that deer, hang it, clean it, and cut it up and have meals planned for months.

When guys saw me, they thought maybe I was an easy lay, a slut, or someone they could get into their bed. They would be wrong, as well. I have slept with two men in my life, my present husband and one other.

“Help you find anything ma’am?” one of the stock clerks asked as I turned down another aisle.

“No thanks, Hector,” I said as I read his name tag.

My life hadn’t all been rosy. By the time I was twelve, my father had died on the farm. It was an accident. Nothing could have been done about it. It was one of those freak things that happened that even if you tried to repeat, you couldn’t. Mom joined him shortly after, they said it was medical problems, but most of us knew a broken heart took her.

My brothers raised me after that; they were all I had, all four of them were older than me. There was nothing they couldn’t do once they set their mind to it.

High school was easy for me. By the time I entered sophomore year, I had the most significant chest on the grounds. My older brother Robbie was in his Senior year and captain of the football team. Jake, my other brother, had been the star quarterback when he had attended, so everyone knew who I was, and most of the guys wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole.

Not that I wanted them to, I had no interest in guys. Steve and Troy, my two oldest, had already set their minds up that I was going to college. Neither of them had gone, and they wanted the rest of us to go and make something of our lives. Jake was in the local college. He already had scouts looking for him.

“What?” I shouted down the aisle at the two ladies staring at me. “Want me to take a picture?”

They both turned and walked away. Looks I could stand, even the occasional comments, but the constant judgment was another thing. I bet the two of them had slept with more men than there were men in the grocery store.

By the time I got to college, my breasts were massive. I had to buy custom bras and get sized every year. I went most of my college years sticking to myself. I ignored the looks from the men and women and even some male faculty members, including a few professors. That was where I met my first love, Jason Honald. He was a geek, a nerd, or whatever the new term would be these days.

A smile crept over my face as I remembered the first time I saw him. Slouched over his books in the library. I was looking for a book on human anatomy, and he got annoyed at me for talking to myself. He got up and walked past me, reached for the book, gave it to me, and then walked back to his seat. He didn’t even look at me.

That was uncommon, not to gloat, but I got a lot of stares even in college.

“Thanks,” I remember telling him.

“No problem,” was what he said. Not even looking up as he spoke.

It took me two months to get him to notice me. After that, we studied together, read, and played online games. He taught me a lot about video games, especially RPG games, which I still love to play.

When it was time to graduate, we still hadn’t made out or even kissed. Until one night, we talked as we stared at the stars on the field just behind the college campus. We told each other we didn’t want to be virgins anymore.

I cracked a laugh on the aisle as I picked up the chips for my salsa.

“Sorry,” I said to the man behind me.

We all know how the first times go. Well, my first time was horrible. There was fumbling, dropping, and drooling; they don’t have a timer for how fast it ended. The second time was in the library behind a bookshelf, which went much better. By the fifth time, we were in sync. Then it was over. He went back home to Maine.

I looked outside as I got to the cashier. A small town outside of Spartanburg, South Carolina. It wasn’t a good story about how I got here. Let’s just say mistakes were made and opportunities lost. I became a fitness instructor after many failed attempts at other professions. I met Jeff shortly after college, and we have been together ever since.

“Find everything, okay?” the cashier asked.

“Yeah, thanks,” I smiled.

I slowly walked out of the store towards the parking lot.

I do love my life, though. I am married to a wonderful man. We have a lovely house and good friends. Two dogs, but no kids. No plans on starting a family, so we both took that chance away surgically.

Jeff pulled up to me. “Can I take you home, sexy?”

“I don’t know,” I smiled as I continued walking. “My husband is the real jealous type.”

“He won’t mind,” Jeff said playfully as the car continued to roll forward as I walked. “What do you say? Take you home, get to know each other, have a few drinks?”

I stopped and looked at him.

“Just a few drinks?” I asked as I stopped and looked into the car.

“Just a few,” Jeff smiled with that look that could drop my panties.

“Okay,” I shrugged. “But I have to get home soon, I am making some food for his friends for the game tonight.”

“A few drinks and I will bring you right back,” Jeff winked.

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Moments later, Jeff had me pinned against the wall of our kitchen as he pulled up my short skirt and drove himself into me.

I loved our Friday night shenanigans. It was the reason I wore the slutty shirt that revealed most of my cleavage and made my boobs bounce with every step. The long stripper boots came up to my thighs, and the short skirt barely covered my ass.

I knew Jeff was behind me, looking at all the men and women staring at his wife, his property. It turned him on watching people react to his slutty wife walking the aisles. Then as I went to the check-out, I saw him leave the store, all I had to do was play the role, and now I was his for the taking.

“Such a nasty slut,” Jeff said as he fucked me.

“Your nasty slut,” I said as I felt his stiff cock drive into me over and over.

“Did you see the produce clerk, he dropped the whole box,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him crossing my boots behind him.

“Yes, I bet he wishes he was fucking you right now,” Jeff said as he pushed his head into my chest.

“Yes,” I said, feeling him take me the way he liked. “Poor Hector the grocery guy had a great view of my ass as I walked by him.”

“He nearly fell to the floor as you walked by,” Jeff growled.

Then I felt it. Jeff was cumming.

“A little more,” I pleaded. It was too late. I felt Jeff spasm as he shot his cum deep into me.

Slowly he lowered me to the floor. “I will get things ready,” I said as he walked away.

“Okay,” Jeff said, defeated.

It wasn’t his fault. Two years ago, he had an accident at his weightlifting tournaments while out of town.

Since then, he has had constant back problems as well as other problems. We had tried everything from drugs to counselling to role-playing. These Friday nights were the only things that got him to last as long as he did now.

I got everything ready for the big game. It was our turn to host, and I had gone all out. Making everything I could think of that would go with the game. I made it: tacos, hot dogs, burgers, nachos, fries, potato Skins, you name it. I was going to show all our friends that we should host the first game of the season every year.

“Holy crap!” Jeff said as he came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I had the whole spread laid out on our large table.

“Told you, I was going all out,” I smiled, looking over at him.

“Are those pork tacos?” Jeff said as he walked over to the other side.

“Yes, and don’t you dare touch,” I smacked his hand. “I made somethings you can nibble on, over there,” I said as I pointed to the stove.

Jeff was a tall man. He was well built and not as developed as he used to be, but he did what he could within his capability.

When I first met him, he was a monster of a man. Massive arms, a big broad chest, and shoulders that looked perfect with my feet wrapped around them. He also had blonde hair. Now it was shaved bald, and his beard had more gray than blonde.

“I am going to get ready,” I said as I went up the stairs. “Don’t touch anything!” I yelled down.

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When I got out of the shower, I could hear some of the guests already. It sounded like Doug, his wife Fran were here, and Gaden and his girlfriend Liz.

I got cleaned up and put on my clothes. I wore my favorite team shirt that fit my chest like a second skin. I had also cut it to show some but not all of my stomach. Short black jean shorts and brown ankle boots completed the look.

“Fran!” I yelled as I descended the stairs leading to the living room.

Fran and Doug were our oldest friends. We knew everything about each other. Doug and Jeff had gone on the road together. After Doug’s accident, he had tried to be a trainer or a judge, but the long plane rides were not good for his back. Now he worked as a shift manager at one of the warehouses.

“Look at you,” Fran said as she looked at my Saints shirt. Fran was a die-hard Patriots fan. We both loved to tease each other.

Gaden and his new girlfriend joined the merrymaking, and we sat down to watch the game. The bell rang, and I got up to answer. Leon and his friend Jacob entered, followed by two other people from Jeff’s job.

It didn’t take long for our place to be packed with people. Jeff and I loved socializing, so we met many people.

Mainly it was Jeff. I didn’t mind socializing if it kept him happy. After his accident, he fell into a deep depression, and it took a while for him to get out of it. Social media and getting out and seeing people helped a lot.

“I will get some more food,” I said as I made my way to the kitchen.

I took more of the small cocktail dogs out of the oven.

“Don’t know how you do it,” Fran said as she joined me in the kitchen.

“Do what,” I said with a smile.

“That,” she said, pointing to my face. “I know inside it is killing you to have all these people in your house.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I didn’t even know or heard of half the people in my house until today. All Jeff would say when he introduced us was he met them somewhere or they had been talking online.

Jeff hated his job at the warehouse, so he had all these get rich quick ideas, which led to him being online and searching for things or talking by web camera to some unknown person miles away from us.

“It will get better,” I nodded. “He just needs to get it out of his system.”

“Uh-huh,” Fran said. “And on the other front?”

Fran was not one to hold back. She would tell the President he had a booger hanging from his nose in front of everybody, even if it was televised. I always said it was the black woman in her since she was half black and half white.

“Not going to mention it,” I shook my head.

“Uh-huh,” Fran said, staring at me. “Frustrated, I bet.”

I began to say something, but Fran stopped me. “Not his fault, right?”

I nodded.

“I’ll take these out,” Fran said, taking the tray. “You take a breather.”

I sat down and looked at my kitchen. I did all of this to please Jeff. Yes, I wanted to be the house everyone went to, but for friends I knew, for people, I could look at and say their names. Not everyone and anyone he met or talked to over the internet.

“Robin?” a voice said from the corner of the living room.

“Jack!” I yelled as I approached Jake’s best friend. “You made it!”

We hugged hard, and I didn’t want to let him go. “Jake says he is sorry he couldn’t make it,” Jack said as we sat at the table.

“He still playing arena football?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Jack nodded. “Also trying to get into semi-pro leagues, and Canada leagues.”

I shook my head. Jake had one good pre-season game in the NFL, then he got cut. Since then, no one had looked his way. Scouts said he had the arm and legs to make it in the NFL, but he stared down his receivers and never looked away. In the other two games he played, he had three picks in each match.

Jake and I talked for what seemed like hours. He was the closest thing I had to family now. My other brothers had all disappeared. We all went our separate ways after Jake and I went to college. The older brothers sold the farm and sent us our share of the money, and poof! They were gone.

“Robin?” Jeff said as he entered the kitchen.

I jumped up as Jeff entered. “Sorry,” I said, looking at him. “We got carried away.”

I wasn’t joking when I said Jeff was a jealous man. It was all fun if he was watching or on Fridays, but he could get mean at other times.

“Jack,” Jeff said as he walked closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Jeff,” Jack nodded.

“How’s the teaching?” Jeff asked.

I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t teach anymore,” I sighed. “He is a conservationist.”

“Right,” Jeff nodded as he looked down at Jack. “Saving the whales, or is it the rainforest?”

“It was nice to catch up with you,” Jack said as he smiled at me. “Jeff, always a pleasure.”

“You don’t…” I began to say before Jeff pulled me closer to him.

Jack disappeared into the crowd of people.

“There are tons of people here, why do you have to talk to him?” Jeff said as he let me go.

Ever since I told Jeff I once had a crush on Jack in high school, he never let it go. Nothing happened. Jack and Jake were friends, and he came around a lot. That was it.

“You need to get over it,” I said, pushing past him.

I loved my husband and was faithful. Yes, I was a tease. Yes, I dressed provocatively, but those were times when he wanted me to. Otherwise, I tried to keep everything hidden. On the off chance I didn’t, I ensured everyone knew I was married.

Even when I took on clients, I ensured they knew I was married by bringing him up many times. I was a flirt to those I trusted and only teased out in public, never privately. There was no reason for him to be jealous or think I would cheat on him for a moment.

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