Faye's Disappointment

Faye had moved town after graduating and found a job she quickly came to enjoy. She wasn’t shy, nor was she some ball breaking bitch, but found the fashion buying industry worked for her. Her boss was good, guiding her when she needed it and letting her reap the reward when she deserved it. Things were going great.

But last month as Faye slowly unpacked her groceries in an empty apartment that overlooked the nearby park, she had sighed softly and looked out the large floor to ceiling window that highlighted the park beyond three floors down. People, or more specifically, couples walking everywhere. Arm in arm, some of them kissing and she had already caught from her window others getting it on in the bushes and treed areas of the park. It was like the whole city had chosen to point out she was single and had been for nearly a year now.

So she moaned to a friend at work and they told her about Mark. Mark was a decent enough guy in finance, bit of a show off maybe, but he seemed to know how to behave and certainly kept people laughing whenever they socialised as a group after work.

Mark was about 6’3”, nice and tall and had a decent enough body that he clearly made at least some effort to keep fit, and when Faye talked to him she discovered he ran through the same park that her apartment overlooked. The following weekend she pulled on some of her own running shorts and shoes and went out to join him.

For couple of weeks that was all they did. Run for a while, make a loop of the lake, and then say their goodbyes as Faye ran off toward her home. Then, last Friday, Mark stopped her before she took off, “Look, do you wanna maybe grab a dinner tomorrow?”

She smiled, in fact her face had ached from the big grin that had lifted her lips all day. Of course she had accepted and was excited to finally be looking forward to the weekend, and a date.

After spending half the day choosing and then re-choosing her outfit, she finally decided on her clothes and got herself ready. During her shower she shaved herself smooth ‘just in case’ she thought to herself giggling. Was she really thinking she’d put out on the first date? Was she that ****? After a year! YES.

She even allowed herself to daydream about what Mark might look like…he was tall, fairly well built and had big feet…maybe he was ‘equally proportioned’ everywhere. She giggled to herself, almost giddy with excitement and ready to break her year long fast.

The night went well, Mark had been lovely, funny and attentive and after dinner they went for a dance at a club that was busy but relaxed enough to enjoy the moment with each other. As they wandered home, walking slowly though the park on their way back, Faye asked Mark to stay the night. He grinned and said ‘he’d think about it’, which made Faye like him all the more.

The apartment was warm and cosy after the chilly night air of the park and Faye enjoyed Mark’s compliments of her home and its decoration. He loved the window overlooking the park they had gotten to know one another in. As they stood together looking out at the night life beyond the window, he stepped behind her and gently pressed against her…whispering in her ear, “you ever done it against the window like this…”

She giggled and shook her head, but now she had something else to put on her ‘to do list’ with Mark. She led him to her couch slowly, kissing and gradually becoming more passionate in their embrace. God she was ready for this. SO ready.

Seductively, she slid to the couch…her hands on either side of his thighs, lifting one hand to unbutton his jeans, tugging at them with an increasing urgency, almost a frustration. Mark chuckled and helped her pull them down, standing close enough to feel her breath on his now bare thighs. Then she looked up at him, smiling excitingly as she reached for his shorts and tugged them down too.

There was a moment where she looked…confused. Baffled almost. She tilted her head and made herself take a longer look at the sad reality that was now dawning on her. Mark was hard. Rock hard. And yet…. he was barely two inches, maybe three if she was being reallllllly kind.

But any kindness she usually showed had quickly drained from her. Excitement too, died almost instantly. The glowing heat that had grown to an inferno as they had kissed their way across from the window had been completely doused by the sad reality that she now saw in front of her.

She tried, she tried so hard to keep the disappointment from her face. She wasn’t cruel. Not normally. But…a year. A FUCKING YEAR…and this, this little mushroom was her reward?!

She sighed and looked up at an increasingly confused Mark. “Oh…erm…ok…” she said, her inability to hide her disappointment now affecting her ability to speak. The idea of getting naked in front of him had already turned from massive turn on to instant disgust. Good god, there was no way she was going to take her clothes off and let…this…near her.

“Look, erm, I guess I was expecting something…else…something more.” She said, her voice robotic and losing the ability to show compassion to the poor man. She reached for him, her thumb against his ‘length’, and finding it barely larger than her thumb, she giggled. But it was ash in her mouth. A cold amusement. Mark’s little dicklet had a bead of precum forming at the end and the mere sight of it made Faye’s stomach flip. She had imagined sucking down his cock earlier, of what he might taste like as he sucked down every drop of his cum… but now, the idea revolted her.

“Look, I’m sorry Mark…you’d better go…like, now…”

Mark stood there for a moment, unable to think, convinced that this was maybe a little joke from Faye and that he would at long last get to fuck this amazing girl…but it was clear she was serious. He didn’t understand, but awkwardly he pulled his pants back up, doing up his belt. “Oh…I …I hope I haven’t done anything to upset you, Faye, I really like you.”

Faye shivered and closed her eyes. “No, you’re a lovely guy, but I think we should just, you know, be workmates…besides, the company might not like us being together. I don’t want to risk my career there”

She was **** to find a reason, anything, to get him to drop it. Her disappointment so severe she was mere moments from telling him how pathetic his dick was, how sick it made her thinking how close she had come….she had shaved her damn pubes for him!

“Please leave, Mark and…probably best not to talk about this. I promise I won’t tell anyone about your…thing.” She said, unable to bring herself to call it a cock. It wasn’t.

“My thing…?” He asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him. He realised. He knew what had blown it. Why it had taken so long to get into his male ego was a mystery, but Faye recognised the look in his face. A crushing realisation that humiliated him. His cheeks went red.

“Sure, er, well, have a nice weekend Faye.” A few more moments of awkwardness and he was gone. Faye screamed into a cushion for a long while and then stripped off, throwing herself into the shower. “EWWwww ewwww ewwwwww!” she cried out, stomping her feet in frustration and disappointment.

Epilogue Mark POV:

It was approaching Christmas and Mark had taken fewer runs through the park since his disastrous date with Faye. Just seeing her apartment building had created a deep feeling of sadness and he had been avoiding her at work as best he could. Every time he went into a room with her or after she had left, he would nervously look at the women in the office convinced Faye would tell them about his…this thing. But…so far, it looked fine.

He had mixed feeling about Faye. He still adored her of course, even if the days after the date he had raged about her, how dare she humiliate him like that. He posted on reddit and included a picture of his dick in some self denial that Faye was the unreasonable one. But the comments had soon corrected him. Laughter, mocking, humiliating comments. “I don’t know how you’d turn up for work again”, “You’re lucky she didn’t email the whole office a picture of your clit dick”…and others.

But he was getting over it. Focussing on his exercise. On his run. Maybe that was why he had gone this route that took him closer to her apartment this evening. He was getting over it. Which was when he happened to look up at Faye’s window.

He came to a stuttering halt in his run. His mouth open. There was Faye, naked, her breasts rolling against the glass, her body pinned to the window as she was taken from someone behind her. He could see them both. He slowly moved to the bushes by the side of the park, hoping for a better view, and saw the guy shifting slightly behind Faye…his cock fell free of Faye’s tight, clasping pussy and its size made Mark whimper.

On the third floor, Faye was catching her breath and happened to look out to almost instantly see the dark figure of Mark in the shadows. Before she could say anything, or even think straight, her new lover pushed into her once more…deep, full strokes that made her breasts roll and smear across the window in sweaty streaks. She giggled and groaned in delight as she watched Mark rubbing at himself furiously, just moment or two before his grey running pants were stained a darker colour.

Ah well, at least she’d given him something to remember, poor little Mark.