Everything..By Freakster

I met Lydia in high school. Well, met isn't quite right. I was a sophomore and she was a freshman...a real golden girl right from the start. Blond curls, green eyes, incredible figure. First time I saw her, I got a woody. Back then I always had a stack of books to study and to hide behind. I didn't date much cause most saw me as a nerd. I was tall, skinny, woe thick glasses and I got good grades, straight A's in fact, but that never seemed to impress girls much. I tried to dress okay, but clothes didn't fit me the way they fit the other guys like the jocks, the class leaders. Even the class clowns were more popular than me. Anyway, there was something special about Lydia. She had this beautiful smile, all white teeth and pink lips and dimples. Not very tall, she was a pocket Venus at 5'3", with rounded hips and amazing breasts...a real hourglass figure. She wore the cutest clothes soft sweaters and thin t-shirts, jeans and short wool skirts that made her legs look long. Her hair was curly blonde with a ponytail always tied back with ribbons. And when she made JV cheerleader and wore her uniform to school, game days and pep rallies, I wasn't the only guy hiding behind books in the hallway. She made friends easily cause she was popular from the start. She was lucky enough to receive the Princess Court at Homecoming, invitations to both junior and senior proms, like I said...she was a golden girl. Way out of my league. But there was no harm in looking at her and hiding behind my books when she smiled at me or for that matter at everyone, in passing. I never thought that I would ever get to speak to her. Trust me, nerds don't dream that high. Imagine my surprise then when I walked into the peer tutoring offices after Christmas vacation and saw Lydia sitting at my table. I couldn't believe it… Maybe I'd been reassigned. But I was checking the assignment list and there it was. "Lydia Davis-Jeffrey Trask - Algebra". My pocket Venus was actually waiting for me. I know that I stammered introducing myself to her, but she had real social grace. She held out her soft manicured hand and said her name, as if even a geek like me wouldn't know her. She wore this incredible perfume and I sat down quickly. I had to. Nervously, I pulled over the book she had on the table and her open notebook. I took a deep breath, managed to smile back at her and opened the book. "Let's get started." And that's how I met her, tutoring her in algebra. She was smart enough but she was busy, careless and not very interested in her studies. I heard all about her social life because Lydia started thinking of me as her friend, I guess. I kept tutoring her through school, helping her with homework, and with her term papers. We starting having what I thought of as study dates that I'd spend hours getting ready for. Coffee and books at Borders, and hours at the library… she even invited me to her house. All the while, she was dating football players, basketball players and the class treasurer. She told me all about her boyfriends and all about her boyfriend troubles. She seemed to get a kick out of sharing the most intimate details of her life with me, and I was so mesmerized by her, I would have listened to anything she wanted to say. I felt comfortable around her, started giving her advice and, in my senior year, took the big chance. She was studying Jane Austen in English and so I asked her to go see Sense and Sensibility at the art theater. She actually said yes and suddenly, amazing, she was dating me. Quite often she'd break a date with me in a heartbeat if one of her other guys called, but I couldn't ask for more. She even let me kiss her once in a while. I never pressed her for more, I didn't want to repulse her with my skinny body, and I knew from her stories how well hung some of her other boyfriends were. My little cock could never compete. Somehow, we ended up married. My last year of college and she had just finished junior college, we still saw each other once in a while. I was approached by a major computer company and started making big money part time, with a great job offer for when I graduated. I loved having money to spend on Lydia and gave her the lavish birthday and Christmas presents she deserved. I took her out to the best places in town. And, one night, she let me know that she wanted me. We slept together for the first time, and although I couldn't make her come with my tiny dick, I was happy to satisfy her other ways. I worshiped her lush body, in fact, I cried as I came that night. I was so grateful to finally touch her. I proposed the next day. I knew that I wasn't her dream guy, but I wanted her forever, and I promised to make her every wish come true. Her eyes lit up when I proposed and she cried...and I happily plunked down four grand for the huge diamond she chose for her engagement ring. Nothing was too good for my fiancée. When we had been married six months, I still felt that nothing was good for my wife. I bought a large house, with an in ground pool, and told her to decorate it anyway she pleased. She didn't have to work, not my girl, unless she wanted to. She drove a vintage Mustang that I'd had painstakingly restored when she pleaded so prettily for "a classic car, something real, like we are." I still adored her, but sometimes she seemed cool to me. But, girls have moods and I knew that something pretty or expensive, or both, always warmed her back up. Until. Until that horrible day when I came home two days early from my business trip… Her cherry red Mustang was in the garage and I wondered if my gorgeous girl was still in bed, or out by the pool. I snuck through the house, checking outside and seeing the pool area was empty. With a grin, I took off my tie and stripped in the living room, picking up a bottle of champagne from our wine fridge and a long black velvet box with the diamond and pearl choker I'd bought her in New York. Armed with presents, I walked into our bedroom and there she was. Completely, wonderfully naked… But she wasn't alone, she was riding a huge cock, her head thrown back, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she begged her lover for more, more, more! Her lover...the guy who had sold her the Mustang!! I stood there watching, unaware at first that my tiny cock was inflating at the erotic tableau before me, and then she glanced over and saw me. I waited for shame, for sorrow...and saw scorn. "Why don't you open that champagne for us, Jeff?" "Fucking makes me so thirsty!" She was wearing the long double strand of blue white pearls I'd given her for Christmas, and her hard pink nipples were like two more jewels over her tits. She slid off her lover's dick and snuggled down next to him, then whispered in his ear. He looked over at me, laughed, and mounted her, thrusting back inside her while she moaned in obvious pleasure, her mocking eyes never leaving my face. I whimpered and she laughed. "Poor Jeffrey! Didn't you know?" "Did you think I'd actually give up all that good fucking to marry you?" "Sure, I love the money, the gifts, and I deserve them for all the time I've given you over the years." "A nerd like you, getting to spend time with ME?" "A guy who cried because I gave him and his little prick a bang? I need real cock, Jeffrey, a real man to pound me hard and ride me wet and screaming." "You don't mind do you?" She looked down at my hard minuscule member and grinned. "I guess not. Pour us each a glass of wine and I'll let you jerk off while you watch us." The man fucking her looked at my inferior goods and laughed too. His own huge dick drove her to a frenzied climax while I frantically clutched my cock stroking it until I squeezed out a few drops of come from my marble sized balls. Then, dutifully, I poured the champagne. My wife continues to takes lovers and I continue to give her everything else she wants. I did promise her everything, and if I can't give it to her, I guess I have to let her get it someplace else. She laughs at me for it, but it does turn me on to watch her fuck her big dick studs and at least it means she is there when I cum, because I don't get to fuck her myself anymore. I put up with the ridicule of her men, because I had no other choice. At least I still have my golden girl, the girl of my dreams. I'll just have different dreams from now on!