Taking Michele

Taking Michele

It began when I started college. I moved from a farm to a nice little city, around 66,000 people or so. You know, the kind of city that has crime, but it hides out until after dark.

It was here that I first met Michele. Michele was the first girl I really knew in college. I didn’t yet know why she was so friendly, but it didn’t matter. I was in a new city and it’s always a good idea to make friends.

Michele’s life was an open book, if you had the time and patience to read it. I admit, the stories she told about her life were sometimes tedious. But, I really didn’t care, usually I was too busy staring at Michele’s body. Michele was intensely attractive.

And so college, and my relationship with Michele, continued. She was easy to get to know. She was different than other girls, she always wanted to be “one of the guys.” Which was fine by me. Name one other girl who would sit next to you at the nudie bar.

I had thought about dating Michele, but I knew it would never work. It’s like when you wake up on a sunny day and you already know it’ll turn out shitty. You don’t know why, you just know. Besides, she had a boyfriend, so why be a home-wrecker. Nothing like a good bit of “eye candy”, and a friend, to get you through those boring lectures.

Then, for some reason, Michele started missing school. When she would show up, she wasn’t friendly anymore. She was, for lack of a more accurate word, bitchy. You just couldn’t talk to her anymore. Finally, I confronted Michele about it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it sooner.

“My boyfriend and I broke up,” she said. He had dumped Michele for one of her best high school friends. No wonder she was upset.

Dark days had fallen on happy Michele. She still talked just as much, but it wasn’t entertaining as before. We still would go out together sometimes, but life wasn’t the same anymore.

Then one day after school, Michele surprised me at my apartment. I had been jerking off on the couch, watching a good porno movie when she knocked on the door. I hurried into some loose clothing and went to the door.

“Hi there! Watch’a doin?” Michele greeted me. I could tell she knew something was up. Probably because I was blushing like someone who had just been caught masturbating.

“I was just watching a movie.” I said, standing aside to invite her in. She continued to bug me about being nervous.

“Watching a movie huh? Hmm…” she snatched my VCR remote and pressed “play”. The scene appeared on the TV: a thick-muscled man fucking the shit out of a woman, who was eating another woman’s pussy.

“Oooo…kinky.” Michele cooed, really having fun with the situation. At least she was playful again.

“Give me that back!” I said, trying to grasp the remote. I chased her around the house trying to get the remote back. We both stopped when we heard the orgasmic screams coming from the TV. Maybe it appealed to both of us. So, we decided to sit down and watch porn together. Like I said, Michele was “one of the guys”. We talked a while, glancing back and forth from the TV. It’s hard to carry on a conversation while a big-breasted woman is giving a sloppy blowjob right in front of you. Then Michele totally shocked me.

“Wouldn’t it be great to live life like in porn movies?” she asked?

“How do you mean?” I replied.

“Well, wouldn’t it be great to just… have a friend you could just go and fuck the shit out of every time you were horny, then go home and go to bed. You know, none of the relationship crap, just, you know, whenever you get the urge.”

She smiled. I was amazed. This is the kind of situation that always ends up in the porn magazine letters section.

“That would be great,” I said. “Just to have a really good fuck every now and then, with no hang-ups, no heartache, just like the porns.