Unlucky Cameron

Cameron was always a very unlucky person. His friends at school used to tell him he was born unlucky. He never got good grades and he could not hold a conversation with a girl to save his life. Determined to change his luck, Cameron reinvented himself when he entered collage. He moved several miles away to a different city and changed his appearance and his style. He got new friends and he spread rumors about himself that made him sound less shy and wimpy than he actually was.

Finally he had what he wanted, a new life with a new reputation. He of course used this reputation to gain friends and girls. The first few times he went on dates with girls at college things went well. After a while though, a new rumor started to spread; the rumor that Cameron was not very good in bed. Any girl that went out with him said the same thing. He was a disappointment; a bit on the small side and lacking in the skill to provide his partner with any pleasure. Eventually he could no longer get a date on campus at all.

With no other choice, Cameron began to frequent local bars in search of girls who knew nothing of his reputation. Every few weeks he would move from one location to the next so as not to gainer too much attention in one place. It was the same when he went to the bar on fifth street one warm winter night, looking for girls he had not hit on before.

Apart from those drinking with their friends at the tables, there were only two at the bar itself. One was a blonde girl with bronze tan skin, wearing a bikini top and jean shorts. She saw him coming and announced what she was drinking, fully expecting him to pay for her next shot. He placed his card on the bar and ordered for her and himself while her friend snickered behind her hand.

“What’s so funny, Laura,” the blonde skank asked.

“I’m pretty sure that’s one of Donnie’s friends,” Laura answered. Cameron tried not to appear surprised to hear a familiar name. Donnie was a muscle head who hung around Cameron mostly just to show off their difference in physique. Cameron was quite scrawny after all. Laura was his girlfriend whom Cameron had never met before.

“I hope Donnie has nothing but good things to say about me,” Cameron tried to play it cool. He was already dreading the idea that perhaps Donnie had alerted Laura to his short comings.

“Oh he says a lot about you,” Laura continued to snicker. “You’ll have your hands full with this one, Paula.”

“Well, as long as he can make me scream, I won’t mind, and a few free drinks will just be extra incentive,” Paula tried to remain hopeful.

“You’ll be screaming for your wasted time back,” Laura laughed again. “They call him Little Limp Dick.”

“Hey!” Cameron finally lost his composure.

“Oh god, really?” Paula was already having second thoughts.

“He wouldn’t be mad if it weren’t true,” Laura assured her.

“I think I’m gonna pack it in early today. I don’t need a rumor that I went to bed with a limp dick going around.”

“You could say you wanted to know if it’s true,” Laura suggested. “Damn, I’m a little curious now myself.”

Paula did not respond. Instead she just hurried off, her round ass bouncing with every step. Cameron watched her leave the bar before he turned to glare at Laura. “You’re a real bitch,” he spat angrily.

“I’d be more of a bitch if I let my friend have a disappointing night.” She shrugged.

“You don’t know anything about me. Those rumors could be false for all you know.”

“If they were you’d say that instead,” she scoffed. “Why are you even talking to me? Go away or buy me a drink.” Rolling his eyes, Cameron ordered a drink for Laura before downing his own and getting another. “Wow, thanks, I guess,” she was at least impressed with his chivalry.

“Why is Donnie going around spreading that rumor,” Cameron whined to her while drowning his misery in shot after shot of vodka and or whiskey.

“You should slow down,” Laura warned him. “It’s not that he goes around telling everyone. He just let his number one gal know.”

“What’s a girl like you doing with a muscle head like him?” Cameron asked while eyeing her up and down. She was wearing a black tube top and a green shawl that she kept moving around and taking off, showing her shapely breasts to the whole bar.