This story covers a few DECADES, with chapters about all my loves. It is not in a specific timeline.
Chapter 5 Dottie returns
See chapters 2 thru 4 (Carrie, Janice, Pam, Peg, Eve and Judy) This is a continuation from Chapter 1
FAST FORWARD ALMOST A YEAR: I got a call from some girl that I didn’t recognize the voice. “Hey Rex…I want to get drunk” I responded, “Who is this?” She replied “This is Dottie” I said, “I’ll be right there” then I ran up to the Liquor store and bought some beer and wine. I ran to Dottie’s house. She told me she was alone in the house, and her parents were away. When I arrived, she let me in. After a few drinks we started making out on the floor in her living room. Dottie was on top of me. As we were making out, I was unfastening her bra. I started to feel her up when she suddenly jumped up and claimed, “I have to go to the bathroom.” When she came out from the restroom, she said to me “You undid my bra. I didn’t even feel it.” That is when she wanted to talk. I thought here we go again. She stayed standing and pacing around the room out of my reach. She told me she visited with my Buddy in Kentucky that was her boyfriend before she started going out with me. That was a waste of good alcohol. I went home and that night I jerked off in bed before I got a case of blue balls.
FAST FORWARD ABOUT A MONTH:
It was time for the prom. I was not seeing anyone at that time, so I asked Dottie to go to the prom with me. She said yes. Now the real fun began. I did not have a car. My parents would not let me use their cars, but they did one better. They shopped around and found a rent-a-car facility that would rent to someone my age. We (my parents and I) rented an Oldsmobile for our prom date. I rented a tuxedo and bought flowers for the occasion. Now the day came we were going to the prom. I went to pick Dottie up from her house which was only about a half a mile away. I took Dottie back to my house so my parents could get pictures. We went to the prom which was uneventful. Dottie flittered around the room talking to all her friends. A few dances (I did not know how to dance that well) we drank some punch, got our picture taken by the professional photographer. Then it was time to leave the prom. We drove to a parking lot near the freeway and started to make out. As I was starting to make my moves on Dottie, she jumped up and decided that she wanted to talk. She proceeded to tell me about the guys she fucked. She had dated Bob Tinywood. She was telling me how Bob’s fucking was different than Alex’s. She went on and on about how she enjoyed fucking these other guys. She did not allow me to fuck her by pushing my hands off her. (I was never the one to push myself onto any girl). Instead she wanted a pizza. Me and my broken pride went for a pizza. At least it wasn’t a steak and lobster dinner. Most other guys would have forced themselves on her.
About a month later Dottie again told me she was breaking up with me. This time it wasn’t that devastating.
A few months later Dottie and I saw each other in secret from her parents. One day during the summer, she came over to my house. We started petting and it got out of control. I took her to my brother’s room because it was the closest to the living room. I laid her down on my brother’s bed and pulled off her shorts and underwear in one pull. She pulled off her top, and she was braless. I pulled off my pants and took a condom out of my pocket and put it on. As we were kissing, I started to kiss down her stomach going for her pussy. I got a whiff of her pussy. It smelled wonderful. I was just about to start licking her clit when I heard the back door. OH MY GOD THE FAMILY IS HOME EARLY. We hurried to get dressed before they could discover us. Dottie went out the front door. When I went to see her, she was already on her bike and she showed me her panties that were in her pocket. Dottie left. I had a hard time trying to remove the condom, so I went to my bedroom and jerked myself off to get my prick to shrink. Then I was able to remove the condom.
I thought we were starting to get back together again. Boy was I wrong. Scott a friend of mine that came home on a furlough from fighting the war in Vietnam. I wanted to show him a good time. I took him to Carrie’s apartment because I was over Carrie a long time ago and we were just friends. (read chapter 2 on Carrie) and we were all drinking, and smoking weed. After a while Scott took Carrie to the bedroom. They left the door open. As I was in the living room I could see and hear everything. Scott was in my swimming class, and since I already saw Carrie naked when we fucked a few months ago, they didn’t bother to close the door. As Scott took off Carrie’s ruffled top, then her bra, she was undoing Scott’s belt. Once they were naked, Carrie flopped on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging off the bed. Scott got on his knees on the floor and buried his face in Carries pussy. After a few minutes Carrie let out a whimper and then a real loud moan of ecstasy. She was having an orgasm. Scott came up and Carrie was out of breath. He then placed his cock into Carrie’s very wet pussy and slammed her hard. You could hear the clapping of his balls on her ass. A moment later he grunted as he shot his sperm way up into Carrie’s pussy. After a few minutes when the caught their breath, they both came out of the bedroom quite naked and mixed a couple more drinks. After a few minutes of chatting I excused myself and went home. That night I couldn’t get that picture of Scott with his face on Carrie’s pussy out of my mind. I know how good Carrie’s pussy tasted and she was a great fuck. I jerked myself off that night thinking about it.
The next day I called Scott. He told me he spent most of the night with Carrie and fucked her twice after I left.
That evening I was going to Dottie’s house and found Scott’s car there. Sure, enough he was inside. I saw a glimmer of light through Dottie’s bedroom window. I could make out that they were fucking. I banged at the door almost tearing it down. No answer. I went to the neighborhood pay phone and called her number and let it ring. I left the pay phone off the hook while I went back to Dottie’s house. I banged on the door. I was furious. That is when I decided to drop Dottie like the slut she must be. She could fuck all those other guys and never me. And yet she could tell me how good a lay those other guys were.
FAST FORWARD ABOUT A YEAR:
I received a call from Dottie almost a year after we broke up AGAIN. We chatted about things and she gave me the phone number to her dorm at collage and told me to come by and visit any time. That call was a long-distance call. It was very expensive to call 30 miles away in those days.
I had a really good job working nights at an Industrial Bakery, and I was studying electronics through a mail order collage. These days they are called online courses. Dottie was in college. One evening as I was starting my shift, I thought I would give Dottie a call at her dorm room. I had bought a Zircon Diamond ring from another employee at the bakery earlier the night before. He was an old Polish/Ukrainian man. This was long before Zircon’s were here in the USA. Because they were common in Russia. He purchased several to sell here in the USA. I was going to see how good of a fuck she could be. I was ready to propose. When she answered the phone I said, “You told me to call if I wanted to see you.” She responded, “This is not a good time to come over.” I could hear another man’s voice in the background. I guess I didn’t want to hear how good of a fuck this other guy was the next time I saw her.
I sold the ring at a bar 3 days later for 3 times what I paid for it.
A few years later, when I was talking to another guy I went to school with, that lived around the block from her parent’s house, he told me Dottie had married a gay guy. She divorced him and was living at home again. (By that time, I was already married to my lovely wife).
Fast forward 15 to 20 years later. I saw Dottie and her husband at the 20th class reunion. She introduced her husband (at that time) his name was Dick. I know what you are thinking…No that was really his name.
Fast forward to almost a year ago: I received a letter from Dottie inviting me (and my wife Gina) to a class reunion. During our 46th class reunion and she gave me her phone number. We talked for hours over the past few months.
She told me that she divorced Dick because he was addicted to pre***********ion drugs and was abusive. She told me she had a meeting with all her children, and they agreed that she should divorce Dick, and she did. She told me that a few years after she was divorced, she married Jerry. He died a few years back after being quite sick. She still morns Jerry’s death.
I wanted to be with Dottie so bad it made my heart ache. Around a month later I couldn’t get Dottie out of my mind. I was due for my heart checkup. Doc found an unusual heartbeat. He asked me if I had any stress in my life and I told him no, because my wife was in the room. I then asked him to take the ultrasound test instead. He took me into a separate room, and I confessed that I was interested in another woman, but still loved my wife. He told me how he was divorced and remarried again. He knew how I felt. I told him about the Bonnie incident (See chapter 6 Gina) and how I almost lost everything trying to have an affair, and I would never do that again. Plus, besides after talking to Dottie over the last few months, she was not interested in me at all. After I talked to the doc, he said he had an answer that may just work. He asked, “Are you willing to quit smoking”? I answered, “I guess I can give it a try again”. He then told me he could prescribe some anti-depressants and another quit smoking drug. As he told me, “This may lessen the heart problems you are having”.
Go figure she breaks my heart again, I am glad I am still married to my wife, and now I hope I can get Dottie out of my heart. I guess if she was to call me again and said, “I want to get drunk”. I would forgive her and be right there. Such a shame how love can infect someone’s soul.
Last minute note: after writing down how Dottie hurt me I now HATE her for being so mean to me.