Infidelity

‘How much will that be Dave?’

‘Call it ten bucks mate’.

Dave loved to give discounts to people he liked. Especially when it was someone else’s beer he was selling.

‘So when does the bar close tonight?’

Dave’s heart sank as he considered how tired he was, and given it was only 8 o clock, how tired he would be.

‘Stop serving 2:30. You gotta get outta here by 3′

‘Cheers, Dave’

‘What can I get you?’ Dave enquired to a slender blonde whose perky young breasts, that looked almost sharp to the touch, had not failed to capture his attention whilst he was pouring the previous beer….

Just another Saturday night at the rugby club. Dave didn’t even play rugby. Loved to watch it. Loved the animal nature involved in smacking yourself against another man, in an effort to gain territory. The way a dog might pee on a bush, previously peed on by another dog. Dave did not mind working at the bar normally.

Plenty of opportunity to have a few sly drinks, plenty of cleavage to observe and most of all, tax free pay.

His pay had just gone up from $10 an hour to $12 an hour, which, for a university student, was the difference between no-name and Heinz baked beans!

As the night dragged on, Dave’s energy levels, concentration and motor skills began to fail. S

ensing this, James, the manager of the rugby club, suggested he and Dave have a little ‘chat’ outside.

‘Whats up dude?’ he enquired

‘Aw. Shit. I’m sorry mate. Just buggered. Worked all day today in the Persian Rug store, and stressed out of my mind about this Property Law paper that’s due on Monday’

‘Ah’, counselled James, Jim to his mates, but not to Dave, yet ‘what would you say to a little goey?’

A smile creeped across Dave’s dial as he nodded. ‘Hello, little goey…’

 

‘Here you go son. Just a bit. Not like last time, ok?! I’ll fix it up out of your pay’

Dave recalled a bit of what happened last time he bought speed from James.

It was a messy messy night. Almost instantly, Dave felt buzzy. Not out of control like last time. That batch must of been laced with speed or e.

This was more of a pure rush. Like you get from stealing some poor kid with ADHD’s ritalin.

Dave felt like he couldn’t stay still. Back at the bar, drinks were poured in rapid succession.

Dave hated pouring Guiness at the best of times. Now, the wait for the sediment to settle seemed to take an eternity.

Dave was juiced up! As the night wore on, the Super 12 game on the big screen came to an inevitable conclusion.

The Auckland Blues had beaten the Queensland Reds in a way that was most uncharitable, to the elation of a large Maori and Samoan contigent.

Tank, the senior team Hooker, was far less amused, and ordered another beer, with a tequila slammer. ‘Where’s your woosa tonight?’ Tank was referring to Dave’s girlfriend who had come to the club last Saturday night, on her way back from a party with friends.

Dave’s girlfriend had rather large breasts, and these were certainly noticed as she walked into the club rooms, sporting a new wonderbra.

A present from Dave. A present, he joked, that kept on giving.

As Dave was busy, Jane had been left to her own devices with Lindsey, her part Scottish friend with almost identical chest measurements.

They had joked with, and teased a bunch of slightly tipsy rugby players.

This culminated in one of them grabbing Jane on the breast, unbeknownst to Dave. It was, however, brought to his attention when Jane put her cigarette out on the poor guy’s neck!

 Dave had to interject in the situation, put Jane and Lindsey in a taxi and provide a free round of drinks to the groper and his mates.

 ’Ah, she’s away with the family for a week. Left for Ararat yesterday’, Dave informed Tank.

 Tank audibly laughed ‘Game on then bro!’. Big smile across his face.

‘Yeah. Something like that’ replied Dave. Dave loved Jane.

There was no doubt about that. Hadn’t he just used his birthday money from his Aunt to get Jane a tv for her dorm at college? Hadn’t he given up the chance to make out with dozens of first year girls, as president of the sports council for the entire university?

Such a role, came with perks. And blowjobs. Dave had never cheated on Jane.

 But for some reason, Tank’s words reverberated in his head that night. Maybe it was the speed as well. Maybe it just didn’t help to see several young, beautiful couples hooking up in one place. Maybe that goey was lace with e… Closing time came and went.

The usual suspects complained about Dave’s fascist closing policy. How one more drink wouldn’t violate the club’s licence and how Dave should provide them with a lift home.

This was something Dave offered to some people, but after seeing Tank vomit all over his pants, it was not an offer that was forthcoming on that evening. Driving home, the speed was still in Dave’s bloodstream.

Suburban speed limits seem so slow when you heart is beating at 140 beats per minute and your pupils are the size of kittens. Dave spied the golden arches on Smith Street, when he was nearly home, and took advantage of the 24 hour drive through service they provided.

Quarter pounder? Check. Large fries? Check. Coke? Not now. Oh, check. Strawberry sundae? Check.

Dave had an ability to eat and drive at the same time. Everything except the sundae was fair game. The sundae was consumed as Dave sat outside the college in the carpark. Lights off, munching on the genuine strawberry chunks, as couples returned home from the nearby pubs, arm in arm.

Often a lot more than that.

Last week Dave had interrupted a rather bold couple fornicating on the Master’s volvo. Dave disapproved of such activities on a volvo.

Use a toyota. Better suspension, he thought.

 Dave was certainly a bit frisky.

Wandering up to his room on the third floor of North Wing, Dave passed the computer room, where only hardcore geeks or the genuinely myspace-addicted could be found at nearly 4am on a Sunday morning. Dave was almost at his door.

 ’Did JP return that porno’ he pondered, as he planned to release some tension.

Then out of nowhere ‘Hey!’ Dave turned.

It was Cassandra. Cassie for short.

Cassie was famous amongst the college for being a bit of a bicycle.

She only tended to go with the most jocky guys, which put Dave’s odds at marginal. At best. On a good day.

Cassie was also involved in the first ‘Dick Mouth’ incident in the last decade of college history.

To be a ‘Dick Mouth’, a girl has to kiss a guy within 24 hours of having another gentleman ejaculate in her mouth. The theory is, that sperm can live for up to 48 hours in a human mouth, and that the second guy in the story, the ‘Dick Mouth’, receives, unwittingly, sperm from the original guy, via the girls mouth.

Sounds, is, totally is, gross. Cassie was the girl in the story.

The second guy would be known as DM for the remainder of his stay in college.

 ’Watcha doin?!’ she enquired ‘Just going to bed. Had a long day, both at the shop, then the bar’

‘Wanna chat?’ she suggested

‘Sure’ agreed Dave.

 As Dave’s room only had one chair, and both were kinda tired, both Dave and Cassie ended up on the bed.

Chattin about numerous topics, including who was sleeping with who, how much of a douche bag the Master was and the poor standard of food in the college hall.

Dave had popped a valium, to ease the comedown, as he knew he had to sleep, and was quite sleepy now… ‘You can stay if you want to….’ he mumbled ‘ But turn the light off….’

Dave drifted off into a deep sleep…. until around 6am, as light trickled into the room.

He suddenly realised that he was not even under the covers. And that Cassie hadn’t moved.

‘Lets get under the covers. I’m fuckin’ freezing’ Cassie let out a soft sigh, as only women can, and slipped under the covers, nestling her firm young ass cheeks into Dave’s crotch.

Problem was, the nestling hurt.

She was wearing these synthetic, green cargo pants.

Dave had a rule. No pants in bed. Ever.

Dave could live a hundred years and still not understand why he did what he did next.

He slid his hand around Cassies muscular stomach, undid the buttons keeping her pants attached to her body, and slid her pants off.

She was wearing tight black underpants which hugged her bottom like a glove. They gave her bottom the most unimaginable shape.

Dave remembered that shape from when he was taking rowing training, and was stuck behind Cassie for almost a kilometre, watching her buttocks clench, one at a time, in perfect rhythm.

Dave loved sunglasses. …

Cassie moaned again, and backed her rump into Dave’s crotch once again, whilst intertwining her fingers with Daves, bringing his hand onto her stomach.

Dave could feel the muscles of her six pack quite clearly. The way a blind man can feel braile.

Dave was totally aroused by now. He even had a dry, salty taste in his mouth. ‘Oh’ Cassie muttered as she smiled like a lion, about to consume its prey. ‘

What have we here?’ Cassie rolled over and slid her hand down to Dave’s throbbing member.

 ’Shit’ muttered Dave. Caught in a conflicted position, which he resolved in almost an instant.

When would he  find myself in bed with Cassie stroking my boner again? Never. Go for it!

He slid his hand up Cassie’s shirt and groped her 32C breasts.

 They were firm and her nipples were almost as engorged as Dave’s member.

‘Should we do this? You love Jane.’

ave did love Jane.

 But Jane never made him feel like this. Jane would never marry him. In fact, Jane could be a pain in the rectum at times.

Dave grabbed Cassie’s other breast, kissed her deeply and ground his phallus into her.

 Cassie responded, moving one of Dave’s hands to her pubic region.

She was not shaved, as Dave had expected. but she was incredibly wet, with fairly long labia.

Dave had never encountered such genitalia and it added to the excitement he felt.

***

Dave and Cassie made love seven times that morning and well into the afternoon.

Dave was so tired afterwards that he had to take the following day off university. He figured he would rather cop a penalty on his law paper, than miss out on Cassie’s ferocious sexual energy.

Dave and Cassie became a cladestine couple.

Dave would eat meals with Jane, hang out with her, suggest that he was going for a shower, and take the opportunity to make love to Cassie once again.

Like all such relationships, Dave and Cassie knew this must come to an end. Cassie had come to Dave’s room late one night to discuss breaking things off.

The discussion lasted several hours and the two ended up falling asleep in each others arms.

Dave was rudely awoken by a hoover in the hallway.

 ’Bloody cleaner’ he pondered. The shocking realisation that Dave had agreed to go jogging with Jane crystallised rather uncomfortably as Dave heard her voice, accompanied by her knocking on the door with great relish.

Cassie was awake in a flash.

‘Shit. What do we do?’

‘Um… Just be quiet’ Dave’s plan worked until he heard the family ‘click’ of a magnetic key activating his door handle

‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT’ Dave lunged for the door, blocking Jane’s entry.

The cleaner had let her in, knowing that Dave and Jane were an item! Dave suddenly hated good samaritans with the power of mighty Zeus.

‘You can’t come in. Sorry.’ Dave muttered. WTF was he to do?

 ’What? Don’t be stupid. Lets go jogging’ retorted Jane.

‘No. Gimme 5 minutes. Meet you downstairs’

 ’Stop being a twit and let me in’

‘No’

 ’No?’

 ’No!’

 Jane stopped in her line of questioning as a driver may brake once realising he is hurtling towards the edge of a cliff.

Dave just heard footsteps running away from his room down the corridor. ‘What the hell do we do?!’ whispered Cassie

Dave had no idea what to do.

Seeing Cassie in such a vulnerable state was a tremendous turn on to Dave, and he energetically made love to her one last time, before dismissing her, to come up with an idea to fix the situation.

Jane was nowhere to be seen.

‘Think Dave. Think Dave. Think Dave’

e had just read ‘The Prince’ by Macchiavelli and liked a number of the concepts of this guide to running a sixteenth Century Italian principality.

‘Think Dave. Think Dave. Think Dave’

Right. First principles.

Whats the problem? Jane is upset

 Why is she upset? Because I wouldn’t let her in the room.

 Why wouldn’t you let her in the room? Because Cassie was naked in my cupboard, hiding!

Why else might you not let her in your room?

‘Think Dave. Think Dave. Think Dave’

Explosive diarrheoa? NO.

‘Think Dave. Think Dave. Think Dave’

 Something she can’t see. Yet. Something.

In progress. Something… for her… a present?!

The lightbulb in Dave’s head shone more brightly than the surface of the Sun.

Great! 

A present… What can I get her?

 Dave fingered the fresh notes in his wallet. …. for under a hundred bucks!

Dave was down to his white toyota camry in an instant.

The car hooned down to Cash Converters and within what felt like seconds, Dave was on his way back to the college with a new microwave for Jane’s room.

He was almost there when his funky new mobile rang.

‘All the honeys, making money..’ sang Beyonce and her more forgettable contemporaries.

The number recognition software in Dave’s phone confirmed it was in fact, Jane calling.

She had been to see Lindsey in a fit of tears.

She figured Dave was cheating on her.

 Dave thoroughly deserved an Academy Award for how convincing he was, when he portrayed the role of the victim in this saga.

The falsely accused.

The unforgiven. A

fter a quick explanation, Jane’s heartrate dropped and her heart melted like a stick of butter on a warm summer’s day, she melted into Dave’s arms and offered infinite apologies for ever doubting him.

‘Sweet’ thought Dave, ‘Now I just have to think of an explanation for this rash!’