Fight for Dawn

I could hear Dawn's high heels clipping the floor downstairs. She had obviously put them back on to impress. Now, I'm not a confrontational man. But Dawn, whether she was fully aware or not, was about to humiliate me. But this time I was going to put up a stand. No more hiding. No more Mr Wet. It was time I became a man.

I'm no prizefighter. No martial artist. No champ. In fact, my biggest success was coming runner up once in a spelling test. But I do have heart, and I knew the woman I love. And that chancer downstairs wasn't going to steal my girl.

Earlier on, Dawn was as good as mine, and yes, I fucked up. But if she wants a man... a real man. I need to show her that she needs not to look any further than me. I was going to fight for her.

I just have to prove I can duke it out with the big guys. If I get beat up in the process. So be it. But at least I tried. And that might just be enough.

I heard girls like scars.

But first I needed to get dressed. The ancient Celts might have ran into battle bollock naked. But I'm not William Wallace or whatever he was called. It was freezing cold tonight and my shriveled-up cock wouldn't scare anyone.

With my cock firmly back in my trousers and Dawn's cummy knickers slung under the bed, I was ready. But as I was about to crash through the door and start throwing punches, the doorbell rang once more. Shit. The guy has brought reinforcements. This made me reassess the situation. So, I slowly opened the bedroom door, climbed down the first stairwell, onto the first floor landing to gain some surveillance of the ground-floor below. A good general needs to know the lay of the land. Choose his fights wisely.

I crept along the dark landing, where I peered between the shadowy banisters. The staircase led down into an open hallway so I could see front door but also a good part of the dimly lit living room. With my heart racing I took a deep breath and listened to the conversation below. Dawn and the guy seemed just as confused as I did about the ring of the doorbell.

The guy grunted, "Who the fuck is that, Dawn?"

"I don't know."

"Did you text anyone else?"

"I..." Dawn was clearly drunk her delivery slack. "I... might have. "

As I continued to observe from upstairs the guy walked into the hallway and answered the door. He then screamed with laughter. "Ryan!" It was then that I realised it was the two men from the club.

"Jake? You beat me to it. You haven't fucked her yet, have you?"

"No. Thought, I'd wait for my tag-team partner first."

I took a good look at the two men who wanted to violate my future wife. Jake looked much older. Perhaps early forties. He was a skinhead who possessed muscly tattooed arms and slight beer gut. Not the type Dawn usually went for. But he was dominant. Ryan was better looking and younger, more athletic than the thuggish like Jake.

There was danger in the air.

Stealthily, I moved to the far side of the landing so I could see further into the living room. And it became apparent that Dawn seemed happy enough. Jake had opened a bottle prosecco and poured it into three glasses that Dawn had just brought from the kitchen. Things was spiraling out of control. I felt I needed to be Dawn's knight in shining armor. However, how could I act the hero if the damsel didn't want rescuing?

While Ryan searched for the music channel on the small TV, Dawn sat on the three seater couch, the opposite end to Jake. The small space between them gave me a crumb of comfort. But then Dawn lifted her legs and rested them on his lap. She was always proud of her legs and knew men craved for them. It was clear Dawn was playing her little game of seduction. And I'm sure Jake isn't going to fuck-up like me.

I watched as Jake's hands were immediately exploring her nylon covered legs. Dawn's tight red party dress riding up her waist keeping few secrets. Memories of only a few hours earlier were eating away at me. This could so easily have been me.

Ryan then began dancing like an idiot causing Dawn and Jake to laugh and hurl cruel insults at him. Dawn wolf whistled and shouted at Ryan to take his top off, which he promptly did to their amusement. He had a figure of a footballer which flooded me with jealously. I knew Dawn found him attractive.

I watched as Ryan danced his way to the couch then grabbed Dawn's hand, pulling her up to join him. Dawn took a little tumble and reached out to Ryan for support. Her giggling was childlike as they moved to the rhythm of the cheesy pop on the TV. With his free hand he took the bottle from the coffee table and took a swig.

Jake, still slouching on the couch, pulled out his smartphone. "Give Dawn a drink. She looks like the sort of girl who can handle it... All in one go."

"There's no way Dawn will drink all that!"

Dawn didn't look intimidated as she held tightly to Ryan's naked torso. "I accept the challenge."

"I knew you were my type of girl." Ryan lifted the half empty bottle to Dawn's mouth. She tilted her head backwards and he poured the sparkling wine into her mouth. The two men chanted her name as she gulped thirstily. True to her word, Dawn made a good go of it, not wasting any. Only the final mouthful proved too much as it dribbled down her chin and spilled onto her top. "Good, girl, Dawn. Like a pro."

Jake slapped his knee. "Jesus, girl. Your lips look good around a bottle... can't wait to see them around my cock later."

Dawn, gasped for air. "Cheeky." She then wiped her chin dry with the back of her hand.

Jake wasn't finished with the orders. He sneered, "Dance like you were in the club, earlier. Sexy n' all that."

Ryan agreed as he took Dawn in his arms. "Yeah, come on Dawn. Grind on me"

Dawn did just that, rubbing her body against Ryan's. But her moves were slower, less sharp and confident due to her increasing drunkenness. "Like this, you mean, Ry?"

"Yeah. Like, that."

Jake seemed to be recording the proceedings on his smartphone. Most sly I thought. God knows what he'll do with the footage. Share it with his friends or post it on the internet, something like that. Jake then snorted a laugh as Ryan lifted Dawn's dress to expose her nylon covered arse. "You two are hot. Why don't you two get it on to the music?"

Ryan, his hands grabbing Dawn's arse, pulled her tight to him then leaned into Dawn for a kiss. My heart bled as I watched them both tasting each other. A large part of me wanted to retreat to the bedroom. But I remained on the landing unable to tear myself away.

Jake then ordered. "Time we get you out of that dress, Dawn."

"No."

I broke into a smile. Finally, Dawn saw sense.

Ryan complained, "What do you mean, no?"

Dawn broke from Ryan's arms but immediately seemed unbalanced. "Let me get fixed up first. I'll be a few minutes. Then..." Dawn gingerly walked out of view towards the kitchen. "I'll be all yours."

I listened as Ryan and Jake continued their conversation after Dawn had wandered into the Kitchen. They were sitting on the couch together, drinking the last of the wine. Jake sniggered. "Dude, she's well up for it. Didn't I tell you just that, back in the club." He slapped Ryan on his upper arm. " If you had listened then, we wouldn't have both had to pay for a taxi all the way back."

"Don't forget, that friend of her's complicated things, didn't he? Where the fuck is he, anyway? I thought she said it was complicated between them, but they'd work things out."

"Well. Looks like they didn't."

I let out a suppressed cry. Dawn had admitted to them she had been trying to work things out between us. She wanted me. ME. A feeling of guilt burned in my stomach. What am I doing up here, then? I should be down there, fighting for Dawn.

"Yeah. Poor git." Ryan chortled as he shook his head. "But no surprise. She's too hot for a guy like him. Plus, she doesn't look the kinda of girl to settle down."

"She's our type of girl... a slut."

"So, who's got first dibs on her?"

Jake stood from the couch, drank the last mouthful of wine from the glass then turned to Ryan. "Let's see how far we can push her. I reckon she'll go all the way. Even a threesome. The girl is troubled. troubled girls are the best."

"Condoms?"

"Yeah, well unless you don't mind having sloppy seconds."

My blood boiled. These guys had no respect for Dawn. I needed to act fast. As far as I could figure, I had three options.

1) Should I go down and try to persuade them to leave? With ****, if necessary.

2) I could go down and try to get some sense out of a drunken Dawn.

3) Or should I just admit defeat as well as the loss of my friendship, and be a Peeping Tom.

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