“A group of professors will read the dissertation then we’ll meet and they’ll ask me a lot of questions. Of course, I’ll have Professor Eastman on my side as my advisor which is good because I understand that they sometimes ask questions that are no way related to the student’s work.”
“Are you worried about it? It sounds scary?”
“I suppose it can be, but nobody knows more about the work than I do. That’s the whole idea.” I leaned down to kiss her. I couldn’t wait to hear what she would say to the other girls after I’d gone. We walked down the stairs and kissed again briefly at the door. I saw her smile at her sorority sisters just before it closed. Rob was waiting impatiently when I walked through our door. “So… what happened?”
“She said it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. Also said I was the best fuck of her life. Let’s see what she’s saying now.” I turned on my laptop, entering the three passwords needed to open it.
I listened closely, shocked at what she was saying to her friends. “I wasn’t expecting much, but it was something I had to do to keep his interest, but, ladies, it was by far the best…most outstanding sex of my life.”
“You’re not really falling for this nerd, are you, Daisy?
She hesitated for almost a minute before responding, “You know, I think am. Initially, I was just looking for someone to support me, but he’s so nice and so polite. He treats me like I’m a queen and if he keeps on fucking me like he did tonight I’m keeping him.”
I looked at Rob, thinking he was going to laugh. Instead, he said, “I think you might be the luckiest guy on campus, John. Everyone I know thinks she’s the hottest woman here. What are you going to do now?”
“The same thing I’ve been doing so far…nothing. I’ll let her think she’s leading the relationship and see where she goes with it. Right now I desperately need a shower.” I stripped down, grabbed my robe and a towel en route to the shower. Rob and I were in a really old dorm. We had a small suite-a living area with a couch, an upholstered chair, and a beat up coffee table we’d picked up at the Salvation Army store downtown and an area rug from Goodwill. We also had two small bedrooms just big enough for a double bed and a dresser. I also had a portable closet from Home Depot that I used so Rob could have the single closet in our main room. There was a gang toilet with six urinals, an equal number of toilets and a
dozen basins with mirrors. Our gang shower was just next door.
I returned, brushed my teeth and got my clothes ready for the morning as I did every night. Just before turning in I charged my laptop and my phone. I slept extremely well that night.
My practice session for my dissertation defense went extremely well. Prof. Eastman had brought two colleagues from the physics department. They asked a host of questions that I answered easily. They seemed to be impressed by my research and agreed that my firewall program would be a great investment for almost any company or organization. In fact, they told me they intended to speak with the university president about it.
Two weeks later my dissertation was brought before the committee. Daisy had done a great job helping me to relax in the period before it by fucking me senseless every day. That weekend we spent in a nearby motel, pausing only to eat and occasionally to sleep. I came in Daisy for the first time that weekend after seeing that she was conscientiously taking birth control pills.
She was waiting for me after the orals were over. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who had plotted to make me her meal ticket. She had professed that she loved me several times over the past two weeks. Here it was-mid-April and, other than my teaching obligations, I was finished with college. I waited only for graduation, something I looked forward to eagerly.
Daisy was on par to graduate, also. However, I knew from my eavesdropping that she was becoming increasingly nervous about our future. That came to a head on Friday evening when she came straight out and asked me about it. “What would you like to do,” I replied.
“I want us to stay together,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I think I’m in love with you.”
I thought about it for a few minutes which I was sure she thought was insulting. Then I smiled and nodded my agreement. Daisy jumped into my lap to hug and kiss me. I knew our relationship had begun in a pool of lies and deceit, but somewhere along the line I thought that had changed. I’d heard enough conversations in Daisy’s room to convince me of her new-found sincerity. The only thing that bothered me was that she was so bossy and demanding. I found out why when she invited me to her home for a weekend. I had no classes and Daisy only had three which she decided to cut. We left at nine Friday morning for the three hour ride to her home in my not quite new Honda Civic.
We arrived around noon and I learned in less than an hour why she was so overbearing. She had learned it from her mother. She greeted Daisy warmly, but treated me like I had leprosy. Worse, when I met her father I looked him straight in the eyes and saw… nothing. It was as though he was hollow-there was nothing there but his shell…his husk. Mrs. O’Neill-Margaret-treated him like shit, ordering him here and there. “Do this. Do that.” It got so bad that I dreamed up an excuse for us to leave early Sunday morning.
The trip there had been jocular with the two of us laughing and joking all the way. Our trip back to school was somber. I said not a single word the entire trip until Daisy asked me what was wrong. “We’ll talk about it once we’re back at your sorority, Daisy. I have to concentrate on my driving.” She shut up mid-sentence and pouted for the remainder of the trip.
I stopped just in front of her building, turned the car off, and turned to face her. “Daisy, you’re a psych major so I’m sure you understand the impact that a parent’s behavior has on a child. Your mother dominates your home the way Hitler dominated Germany. I took a good look at your father and when I did all I could see was his hollow form. Your mother has reduced him to a cipher with her constant harping. I looked at him and saw myself in another thirty years. That’s not going to happen. You’re bossy and pushy now. What will you be like if we’re married? I’m sorry, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not going to turn out like your father.”
I got out of the car, removed her small suitcase from the trunk, and opened the door for her. I handed her the case, kissed her cheek, and drove away. I loved Daisy and I was pretty sure that she loved me. Well, maybe she just loved fucking me, but she’d come a long way since our relationship had begun. Problem was I didn’t think it was enough.
Daisy was in tears by the time she reached her room. Her sorority sisters ran to her aid. “What did that jerk do to you, Daisy,” they asked.
Daisy took a tissue and blew her nose before replying. “Nothing… he did nothing. It was my mother; she bossed my father around mercilessly. John told me he saw nothing but a hollow shell when
he looked at my dad.”
“Surely, he didn’t mean that.”
“No…he did and he’s right. My dad is nothing more than a slave to
my mother. She treats him like he’s dog shit. She destroyed my
engagement. Where will I ever find another John?” She fell onto the bed as her sobbing continued for almost an hour.
Then she roused herself and took her phone from her pocket. A few seconds later she spoke to her mother. “Thanks for nothing, Mom. You couldn’t take it easy for even a single weekend? You berated Dad the entire time. John told me he thought Dad was nothing more than your slave and when he looked into his eyes he saw someone who…someone who was just a shell of a person. Then he told me that he couldn’t see himself like that in thirty years. He broke the engagement. Thanks a lot, Mom! You’ve fucked up my life!” She ended the call and I could hear what I thought was the phone clattering off the wall and more of Daisy’s sobbing.
I turned to Rob and asked, “What do you think?”
“Personally…you did the right thing unless you enjoy being bossed around. Was it really that bad?”
“No…it was worse, much worse. I’ve never seen someone beaten down emotionally like Daisy’s father. I feel so badly for him.” I went into my room and laid my head on the pillow. I looked back on my relationship with Daisy. Other than the lies and deception and the bossiness she was really a good girlfriend. So far as I knew the lies had ended early on so the only ongoing issue was the bossiness-her continuing attempts to run everything, including me.
There was no way I would become anything close to what her father had become. I was smart-very smart-and I had a product that almost everyone would want. My patent had been approved and my first client was the university. There was also Interest in the patent office. Once that happened, I knew, I’d pick up other government agencies. Damn, I was going to be a millionaire. Even a nerd could attract plenty of hot women if he was rich enough. I closed my eyes knowing that I’d never sleep. I kept seeing Daisy in my mind-her cute face, sparkling eyes, and gorgeous sexy body. I doubted that I’d ever forget the sensation of her silken muscular pussy, but no pussy was worth the price being with her would cost.
I had just finished a tutoring session with some freshman computer sci. students and was almost to Professor Eastman’s office when she tackled me. Okay, maybe “tackled” was too much, but she certainly latched herself to my leg and she wasn’t letting go. It had been two weeks since I had broken the engagement. I had missed Daisy, but felt that I had made the right decision.
“Please, John-can we talk. I miss you so much. Please?”
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