Oh, yes she did, ...

but that is not the point of my story, young lad. Keep yourself together, man!

We became a pair just a few weeks after that night. She wasn't intellectually up to me, but she wasn't stupid either, plus I didn't keep her for her brains I can tell you that. She was a good fuck and she let me live the fantasy that I had corrupted her. Of course I knew that was bullshit, but who cares?

When classes began that autumn, we did see each other less. Until one weekend. I left for home to attend a concert of a local band in a small location. Of course I had her invited and unfortunately I had to do the driving. Concert was fine and all, but in the crowd I saw Fittie and he saw us. Everything's fine I thought. She broke up with him. He surely wouldn't try anything, would he?

Well, after the concert I stepped outside. Being a gentleman I gave my jacket to my girlfriend who, as always, wore no bra and her nipples poked out of her shirt. I was looking forward to warm her body from the outside with my hands and from the inside by impaling her on my rock hard cock that was already fiery hot in anticipation of her tight snatch that she almost always offered me in the doggy style position which she preferred over every other position. As we approached my car, I saw one long scratch along the whole side of it. It wasn't a new car. It wasn't special to me, but it was reliable and now I had to fix the paint coat because it would surely start to rust over the approaching winter. And there he stood. Fittie gave me smile, letting me know he did it. I knew it. He knew that I knew. And he knew, I knew I couldn't prove anything. Anger began clouding my thoughts but I was never an aggressive person. So I took a deep breath and ran through my options.

He was a little smaller than I was, but probably somewhat stronger. I think I could have handled him. Even with me still being a beginner in my martial arts class. But to what end? I would get in trouble with the police and he would get away because I couldn't prove anything...

What did I do? I took another deep breath, clearing my thoughts of **** and aggression. I took his ex-girlfriend in my arms, I kissed her deeply and passionately, she understood and kissed me back with all the passion she could show. I openly grabbed her ass and pressed her hips against my body. She even massaged my cock through my pants while she turned to the side a little bit, so he could see, what she was doing.

He turned away in anger and I loved the fact, that this innocent looking girl rubbed my cock in public to let her watching ex boyfriend and everyone else know she preferred my cock over his. I don't know if this was her style before that night, but I again loved the fantasy that I had corrupted her a little bit further. This gave me a sense of sexual power and supremacy that I really enjoyed. Sometimes I still do.