Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Mark Tells His Story (Chapter 1)
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: College
Summary: A young man recalls how he met his true love and how she 
dramatically changed his life forever. He also discovers how 
looks can be so deceiving. Can their relationship survive?
Keywords: MF, FF, consensual, incest, bi, spank, cheat, group, 
oral, anal, creampie
Revision: 1.00
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Prologue


I recommend that you read my story, "Melissa Tells All", before 
reading this story.  Many of the characters in this story are 
introduced in my first story.  Certain aspects of this story are 
better understood as well by reading "Melissa Tells All".  
However, "Mark Tells His Story" stands on its own as a separate 
story.

This story is a continuation of Melissa & Mark's relationship and 
how some odd twists of fate bring them both into some unusual 
situations with friends and family.  This story is told from 
Mark's perspective.


Chapter 1


My name is Mark and I want to tell you about how I almost screwed 
up a perfect relationship with the woman I love.  Did you know 
that looks can be deceiving?  I found out that they can be in 
more ways than one.  I learned the hard way too.  

Melissa is the love of my life.  I can't imagine life without 
this gorgeous and sexy woman.  She is so full of life and love.  
When she walks into a room, her very presence commands attention.  
She gets more than her fair share of attention from guys.  She is 
blonde, but not really, her brown roots peek out attractively, 
gorgeous face, full sensuous lips, lovely medium breasts, full 
hips and nice sexy legs.  She can choose any man she wants.  She 
is just that beautiful.  She is extremely attractive but also 
extremely flirtatious.  This gorgeous woman would make any man 
feel like the luckiest man ever if he could ravish her body just 
once.  I am the lucky man that gets the wonderful gift of having 
her heart as mine.  

Melissa and I are twenty-year-old students at a major university 
in the South.  I share an apartment with Ronnie, a close friend 
of mine near campus.  Melissa has an apartment she shares with 
two close friends as well.  I am somewhat the opposite from 
Melissa in many ways.  She loves being adventurous and daring.  
She will act on impulse to things that I would never initiate 
myself.  I usually am very careful and try to think out things 
before jumping in too deep.  This normally keeps me from getting 
into too much trouble.  Melissa is the one who always seems to 
cross the line too far before anyone else.  

But one time, even I went too far.

About a month ago, I asked her for a commitment to be my 
girlfriend.  That event was very eye opening to say the least.  I 
found out then just how much faith and love she has for me when 
she admitted her hidden dark secret to me that day.  I never 
would have guessed just from looking at her that she could be 
involved in anything like what she confessed to me.  Looks can be 
so deceiving.  But her confession to me about the sex she has 
with her parents did nothing to change the deep love I have for 
her.  If anything, it made my love for her even stronger.  Even 
though she may have sex with others, her heart is mine 
exclusively.

She has had numerous boyfriends since she was thirteen years old 
but has never had a sustained relationship longer than a few 
months.  Her former boyfriends always became jealous of her 
flirtatious nature.  The biggest mistake all of them have made 
though was to try to control her.  Melissa can't be controlled or 
tamed.  Many have tried and failed.  She is who she is.  Take her 
or leave her.  The one thing she will not put up with is a 
jealous, controlling man in her life.  I picked up on this when I 
first met her years ago.  Yes, I have had a crush on this girl 
for years.  I knew if I ever had a chance to date her, I would 
not make the mistake so many others have made.  I knew what 
trying to control her would do; it would drive her from me.  I 
would have to trust her to be faithful to me or I would lose her 
anyway.  

So far, my approach has worked.  Melissa still loves to flirt.  
But I don't try to control her at all.  She can see this in me 
too.  Instead of continuing her flirting when we are around 
others, I find her by my side where I wanted her to begin with.  
Some friends have jokingly accused me of hypnotizing her.  I just 
smile at them knowing I had to do nothing to control her.

Melissa knows about my former girlfriend, Debbie.  She knows just 
how badly I was hurt when I found out that Debbie was cheating on 
me.  She also knows what I went through trying to salvage that 
relationship while Debbie continued her cheating ways.  I gave 
everything to make that relationship work.  In some ways I think 
Melissa admires me for putting the effort into trying to save 
that relationship considering all that Debbie did to hurt me.

My reward for my efforts with Debbie though was having her bring 
her lover to her apartment when she knew I was there waiting on 
her; taking him into her bedroom right in front of me.  I guess 
she just thought I was going to be some wimp that would just let 
her get away with cheating right in front of my own eyes.  

At first I believe this is just some friend she brought over.  
But why did she just walk past me, her boyfriend, and go straight 
to her bedroom with him?  After a few minutes when I realize they 
are not coming back out, I get up and walk to her bedroom door.  
What I see paralyzes me.  There in front of me is my girlfriend 
of two years, passionately kissing a guy I do not know.  While I 
stand there in shock, she glances over at me and just smiles like 
this is the normal thing to do!  I feel sick and numb.  I know 
she has been cheating on me, but to bring a guy into the 
apartment right in front of me is a slap in my face.  What is she 
thinking?  I continue to stare at her as she begins unbuttoning 
his shirt and he begins pulling her top off.  Moments later they 
are on her bed touching and kissing each other again.  

She just looks at me and says, "Want to join us?"

Debbie then turns back to her nameless lover.  He turns her onto 
her back and begins to caress her tits, squeezing and pulling 
hard on her nipples.
	
"Ohhhh yea, big boy ... you always make me feel so damn good."

I know from this declaration alone that she has been fucking him 
before today.

He hooks her shorts with his thumbs and pulls them down, off her 
legs.  I see that she is wearing the lacy pair of panties that I 
bought for her birthday this year.

"Oh babe, don't you just love the panties that Mark got for me.  
He is so considerate to let you see them.  Don't you think?" she 
says, not even looking at me.

He roughly pulls the panties down her legs; the panties rip 
apart.  

"Oops!  Well, we don't need them anymore," she says not caring at 
all how it would make me feel.

Her lover moves off her to stand by the bed.  He quickly takes 
off his pants and boxer shorts.  He has this obnoxious smile on 
his face as he glances at me momentarily.  His hard cock bobs 
free as he climbs back on the bed between her legs.

"Ohhhh yea!  This just might be my favorite cock now.  It's so 
handsome and sexy!" she says taking it with her hand as he moves 
it closer to her soaked pussy.  

As he roughly penetrates her, I listen to her squeal out from her 
pleasure.  I realize part of it may be for my benefit though.

"Ohhhhh Goddddd, yessss!!  Fuck meeeeeeeee!  Fuck me with your 
big hard cock!   Oh God, I love your big hard cock deep inside 
meeeeee!!	

I watch as his cock fucks her deep and hard.  From what I can 
see, he is no bigger than I am, maybe as long but not as thick.  
Why is she doing this to me?  I want to scream at her.  I want to 
hit her.  I want her to feel pain.  I want to cry.  My body and 
mind are in shock though.  

"Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssss!  I'm cummingggggggggggggg," she screams 
as he pounds harder into her body.  The body that I once thought 
was mine exclusively.  

She pushes him off of her and onto his back.  She makes a big 
show of straddling his body and slowly descending down on his 
rigid cock.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us baby?   I can see your 
cock is hard watching my pussy get well fucked.  Why don't you 
get naked and let me play with it too."

She is right about my cock, it is very hard.  As repulsed as I am 
by the spectacle of my girlfriend getting fucked by a guy I do 
not know, I can't help but feel aroused at the images in front of 
me.  You might say I am a closet voyeur.  But I don't want to 
witness what is in front of me now.  If this were someone else 
asking me to join them in a threesome, I wouldn't have hesitated.  
But this is my girlfriend.  The girl I love.  The girl I thought 
loved me.

"Oh well honey, your loss.  Why don't you at least take it out 
and jerk it off while I get my pussy filled with this stud's 
cum."

All I know at that moment is the love that was left between us 
was just destroyed.  There is nothing left to do but to turn and 
leave.  As I begin walking down the hall away from her bedroom, I 
can hear her tell her lover something that completely humiliates 
me.

"He will be back.  He can't live without me.  He can't live 
without my pussy.  He can't do any better than me.  He doesn't 
care if I fuck others that are better men than he is.  Now fuck 
me you big stud."

I just walk out of her apartment and never looked back.  I drive 
around for a while.  I can't even find the strength to cry.  I 
thought we had a great relationship until a few months ago.  I 
actually thought about asking her to marry me a few times.  She 
just ripped my soul from my body and crushed it with this last 
stunt.  I can feel nothing.  I finally decide to go back to my 
apartment.  I go straight to my room and just lie down on my bed.  
I feel like the world I know just ended.  I finally begin sobbing 
quietly.  

I get little sleep that night.  I honestly feel like I want to 
die.  The next morning when I wake up, I take every picture, 
gift, and personal item of hers I could find and throw them into 
some trash bags.  I want nothing more to do with that bitch.  I 
want all the memories of her to disappear.

Debbie came looking for me later in the morning.  She finds me at 
my apartment as I am taking the last of the trash bags to the 
trash dumpster.  As I throw the bags of trash containing her 
reminders into the dumpster, she asks me what is wrong like 
absolutely nothing happened yesterday.

"If you're looking for anything that belongs to you, you will 
find it in the dumpster.  I am through with you bitch.  I won't 
take anymore of your shit!  You destroyed what little bit of love 
was left between us yesterday with that fucking stunt.  Just 
please leave me alone now.  I don't ever want to see you again!"

She begs me not to breakup with her.  It is too late.  She has 
hurt and humiliated me beyond repair.  She follows me all the way 
back to the apartment door pleading with me not to leave her.  As 
I slam the door behind me leaving her standing outside, I hear 
her say one last thing, one last stab at my manhood.

"Fine you bastard.  You were never enough man for me anyways.  I 
can do a lot better than your sorry ass.  Just know this though; 
you will never have another woman as sexy as me.  You know it 
too.  When you realize it, you will be coming back to me begging 
me to take you back.  Don't wait too long though."

I went months before I even felt like dating again.  I had no 
desire to put my heart and emotions on the line again with any 
girl.  I was tired of being hurt while told I was loved.  I just 
wanted to be left alone and finish college now.

Then Melissa came into my life.

I knew who Melissa was for some time.  She is well known on 
campus.  It's hard not to notice her when she passes you.  I know 
my chances of ever getting close enough to even talk to her are 
slim.  I didn't even dare believe that she would be interested in 
dating me.  

But one semester, we have a class together.  We happen to be 
seated directly across from each other.  I grow to enjoy this 
class tremendously.  The professor is rather boring which allows 
my mind to drift during his lectures.  I find myself sneaking 
glances at her.  It's hard not to stare at her.  I can't help but 
daydream about what it would be like if she were my girlfriend.  

I have no illusions that she would ever be interested in me.  I 
am not a super athlete or some rich kid.  Nothing about me would 
make her notice me over someone else.  But my fantasies are 
better than listening to a professor who could put anyone to 
sleep with his dull monotone lectures.

At the time the semester began, she had a boyfriend named Daniel.  
After a few weeks into the semester, I hear through the grapevine 
that she broke up with him a few days before.  Rumor has it that 
she caught him cheating on her.  I could not help but think what 
an idiot this guy has to be.  Why would any guy that had Melissa 
as a girlfriend risk being caught cheating on her?  What a 
fucking fool this guy is to throw away a relationship with her.  

During the weeks following this bit of news, I begin noticing 
Melissa glancing at me during the class we share.  She would look 
away when I turn to look at her.  I'm not sure what to make of 
this to be honest.  I know she loves to flirt.  She is well known 
for her outrageous flirting.  I decide she is just practicing her 
flirting techniques with me.  Well, at least she gives me some 
attention.  Better than nothing I guess.  

The next Monday she comes into class using crutches.  She has a 
brace around her knee.  I listen to her tell another friend in 
class that she injured her knee playing softball over the 
weekend.  It was not very serious but she had to keep it immobile 
for about a week.  I know she is very good at softball.  She has 
played baseball or softball for most of her life.  She sits down 
awkwardly at her desk.  I watch her looking for the best place to 
lay her crutches down.  

I realize that here is my opportunity to offer to help her.  

"Can I help you with those?"

"Yea ... can you put these over by the wall for me," she asks 
looking directly into my eyes.

I feel almost hypnotized by the way she is looking at me.

"Sure, no problem.  Here let me take them," I said reaching to 
take the crutches from her.  

As I grab them with my hands, she moves her hand over one of mine 
saying with the cutest smile, "Thank you Mark."

Well my day can't get any better.  So I thought anyways.  

After class is over, I get the crutches for her.  

"Thank you for being so sweet," she says in a flirtatious way.

I feel like I am in heaven right now.  

I could see her struggling to get her books and trying to get out 
of the classroom on crutches.  She did not seem to have a problem 
when she got to class.  I am not going to pass up the chance to 
help her out though.  

"Can I carry something for you?"

"Sure Mark, can you carry my books for me?"

"I would love to ... ahhh I mean sure."

I realize I am showing quite a bit of excitement over carrying 
her books for her.  She looks up at me smiling and breaks out in 
a small laugh at my clumsy chatter.  

"Relax Mark ... I don't bite," she says smiling reassuringly.

I relax with her smile.  It is like we connected somehow.  I 
could not look away from her eyes.  However, we both suddenly 
realize we were blocking the exit from the classroom so we made 
our way into the hall.

"Do you have another class?  This is my last one for today," she 
says.

"I'm finished for today too.  I'm about to go to my apartment 
before going to my part-time job.  I can carry these to the 
parking lot for you if you want me to?"

"That would be really sweet Mark," she says, as our eyes lock 
together again.

I get lost looking into her eyes.  She seems lost looking back 
into my eyes.  We leave the building and begin walking to the 
parking lot.  For the past year, I had been cursing how far the 
parking lot is from where my classes are usually located.  Now I 
could kiss whoever laid out the design of the campus!  We walk 
slowly as we chat about nothing in particular.  She is so easy to 
talk to.  I no longer feel intimidated by her so much.  I feel 
more and more relaxed around her.  

Then this guy I recognize as a football player walks up to her 
and begins talking to her like I did not even exist.  I just 
stand there not knowing what to say or do.  I feel very tongue-
tied with the two of them now.  They talk for a moment before he 
offers to take her books for her to her car.  What a fucking 
nerve this guy has!  He can see that I am carrying them for her!  

I figure my time in the spotlight just ended.  I just know she 
would rather this big good-looking jock carry them.  Amazing how 
two grown men can compete to carry a girl's books for her.  
However, I know I can't compete with this guy.  Debbie had 
embedded in my mind the fact that I stood no chance with a girl 
like this.

Melissa completely surprises me though.  She looks at this big 
handsome football player and tells him something that changes my 
whole perception of what Debbie told me.

"Mark is carrying my books for me.  Thanks for the offer though."

I can tell he fully expected to have the honor.  I could tell 
that he is somewhat stunned and pissed as well after she says it.  

The jock just says, "Okay, I will see you around then."

She looks at me, smiling reassuringly again.  

"Sorry about that.  Some guys can be so rude."

"That's Okay ... I would not have minded if ... "

"No, Mark.  I want you to carry my books for me," she says.

We continue walking toward the parking lot talking about 
different things.  Before I realize it, it has taken us an hour 
to walk what normally only takes ten minutes.  We get lost in our 
conversation together

"I hate to have to run off.  But I need to get going or I'll be 
late for my part-time job," I reluctantly tell her.

I seriously contemplated whether I needed that job that badly!  

"I understand.  Thanks again for helping me today ... and walking 
with me."

"It was a pleasure, anytime!"   

"Okay ... tomorrow then?" she says smiling.

"Sure!  No problem.  I would love to!"

"Thanks Mark.  You're a very sweet guy," she says as she gets in 
her car.

I watch her leave the parking lot while thinking, "What the fuck 
just happened to me?"  She actually talked to me like she really 
was interested in me.  She listened to what I had to say like she 
really wanted to know me.  Am I dreaming?  God I hope I don't 
wakeup any time soon!

The next day, I see Melissa in the hallway after her last class.  
We have different classes on alternating days.  We have the same 
last class every other day.  She is leaning against the wall 
talking to this guy as I walk toward her.  It's another football 
jock trying to score with her it seems.  I feel intimidated 
again.  How can I compete with guys like this for this girl?  I 
decide to just walk past her and head on out the building.  She 
probably doesn't remember why I am there anyways.  As I walk past 
her, I hear her voice call out to me.

"Hey Mark ... I have been waiting for you.  Where are you going?"

I turn around to see her looking right into my eyes.  The 
football jock is still standing almost in front of her.  But its 
almost like she doesn't even know he is there anymore.  The jock 
turns to look at me with a puzzled look.  

"Wait, Mark.  You are going to carry my books aren't you?"

"Yea ... sure, Melissa," I say almost stumbling over my words.  
My heart does somersaults as I realize I did not have to compete 
with this jock for her attention.  There was no competition as 
far as she was concerned.  The jock tells her goodbye and walks 
off.  I walk up to her and she flashes me the most sincere smile 
I have ever seen.  She almost seems nervous though.  It's almost 
like she feels the same way I do!  

She hands me her books and we start another long walk to the 
parking lot.  Once again we take our time as we talk and find out 
more about each other.  We pass a bench under a tree and she 
walks over and sits down asking me to sit with her.  We talk for 
hours at that very spot.  We talk about our classes.  We talk 
about friends.  We talk about our families.  

Melissa tells me about her older brother and younger sister, Sam 
and Jessica.  She explains to me how Sam has always been a good 
older brother but always loved picking on her too.  But he would 
always come to her rescue if she needed it.  

Jessica is a different story though.  Melissa tells me that she 
and Jessica have a big rivalry going on, especially over the past 
four years or so.  She explains that her sister seems to always 
be jealous of her relationship with her parents, especially her 
father.  Jessica doesn't hesitate to do things to upset her when 
she can.  She says she loves Jessica deeply as a sister.  She 
also believes that Jessica feels the same way about her.  But 
they can't seem to get over this rivalry that has developed in 
order to share a true friendship.

We talk about ourselves more.  I am shocked to find out she knows 
quite a bit about me.  She knows about Debbie.  

"How do you know so much about me?"

She looks down almost blushing as she says, "I asked my friends 
about you over the past few weeks.  I wanted to know more about 
you.  I like you Mark.  You are ... different.  I mean that in a 
good way too.  Most guys are just interested in me for one reason 
it seems.  I wanted to know you better hoping we could be ... 
good friends maybe."

She looks up directly into my eyes as she says the last part.

"I was hoping ... we could hang out more ... get to know each 
other," she says.

"I would like that.  I would love to hang out with you whenever."

She looks at her watch and realizes we have been talking for 
hours.

"Oh damn, Mark.  I promised my daddy I would meet him an hour 
ago!"  

She quickly pulls out a piece of paper and writes on it. 

"Here is my phone number.  I'll be home tonight.  Call me, ... 
okay?" she says anxiously.

"Yea, sure!"

I help her get to her car before she hurries off to meet her 
father.  I can't believe this!  Melissa actually gave me her 
phone number and I did not even have to ask for it!  She asked me 
to call her!  I have no idea what is happening to my world.  All 
I know is I love the feeling. 

Things just keep getting better.  I call her that night and we 
talk for a few hours.  The next day after classes, we go to get 
lunch together.  She invites me to her apartment to study 
together the next day as well.  A few days later, she shows up at 
my job just to see.  

About a week later, I finally get the nerve to ask her to go out 
on a real date.  I am so nervous as I am afraid I will scare her 
off if I try to take our relationship to another level.  I fear 
that this dream I have been living will come to an abrupt end.

"Melissa, would you like to go out with me this Friday night.  
Maybe get something to eat, go dancing, or a movie?"

"I would love to.  When do you want to pick me up?"

This is a dream come true for me now.  I just pray I don't screw 
up this date.  I feel so nervous for the rest of the week, 
waiting for Friday to arrive.  My stomach is now turning 
somersaults along with my heart.  I decide where to take her then 
change my mind over and over.  I want this date to be perfect.  
Here is my one big chance maybe to win her heart.  I seem to be 
putting everything on the line for this one date.  It has to be 
perfect or she will think I am a dork.

The day finally comes.  I see her at school between a few 
classes.  I am almost afraid to be around her.  I am afraid she 
will tell me something has come up and she can't make it.  She 
walks up behind me before my last class and grabs my arm.  I turn 
to see her smiling face.

"Still picking me up at seven?"

"Yea, ... I figure we can go eat first, maybe go dancing ... 
whatever you want to do."

"Whatever we do will be fun," she says, smiling.

I feel a little sense of relief and relax some.  But the 
butterflies in my stomach continue working overtime, calling in 
re-enforcements.

When I pick her up at her apartment at seven, I give her one red 
rose.  She looks a little surprised and then begins smiling 
brightly as she tells me to come inside the apartment for a 
minute.  She puts the rose in a vase and set it in the middle of 
the coffee table.  

"I'll put it in my room when we get back tonight," she says, 
smiling sweetly.

We have a wonderful time together.  She makes me feel so special.  
I fumble around at times trying to impress her.  But she always 
finds a way to let me know she loves whatever I do.  I take her 
to a local restaurant-tavern that many of our friends like to 
hang out at.  We seem to be the objects of most everyone's 
attention.  I even hear one girl talking to her friend asking 
whom that 'hottie' is with Melissa.  Of course this is a big ego 
boost for me. 

After we eat, we go to a local dance club.  We talk a little 
before I ask her if she wants to dance.  She just lifts her hand 
for me to take.  As we move out on the floor and begin to dance, 
I get completely lost in watching her body move.  I know I am 
getting an erection just watching her body.  I just pray she 
won't notice it and get offended.  

The next song is a slow one.  She immediately moves into my arms 
and lays her head on my shoulder.  The smell of her sexy long 
hair just turns me on even more.  Her gorgeous body molds to mine 
as we dance slowly.  I begin to panic somewhat, as I know she can 
feel my hard cock pressing into her.  She eventually pulls her 
head back and looks at me with a soft smile.

"I love dancing with you.  It feels good being in your arms so 
close to you."

I feel a sense of relief that at least the feeling of my erection 
pressed into her does not upset her.  If anything, she seems to 
enjoy the fact that she has me so turned on.  We dance awhile and 
then I suggest we leave to go somewhere quieter.  

After we get outside, I suggest that maybe we could go catch one 
of the new movies out.  She loves the idea.  After we arrive at 
the box office, I let her pick out the movie she wants to see.  
Early in the movie, I take her hand into mine and I see her 
smile.  During the movie, she leans over onto me, laying her head 
on my shoulder.  I just keep thinking that this has to be a 
dream.  But each time I feel her hand squeeze mine, I know I'm 
wide-awake.

At the end of the night, I'm standing at her apartment door 
telling her goodnight.  Up to this point, we have never kissed.  
I'm a nervous wreck.  Should I kiss her?  Will she think I am 
going too far?  Is she interested in taking our relationship to 
another level?  I tell her goodnight and begin walking away from 
her.  She just stands there looking at me almost pleading with me 
quietly with her look and eyes.  I stop after a few steps and 
walk back to her.  I put my hands on her arms and lean down to 
kiss her.  When we begin kissing, we just fall into each other's 
arms.  Our kiss goes quickly from rather ordinary to very 
passionate.  I feel her lean into me as if she can't stand on her 
own.  I hold her close to me as our tongues explore each other's 
mouth.  Her tongue feels so soft against mine.  Her body feels 
like it is on fire as she snuggles to me.  It must have been 
about fifteen minutes later when we finally separate.  

As we reluctantly end the kiss, I know she is as breathless as I 
am.  I look down at her and tell her goodnight again.  She looks 
at me with such desire as she tells me to have sweet dreams 
tonight.  I can't help but think to myself that I would only be 
dreaming of her tonight and many nights to come.

(continued in chapter 2)
 
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