The Geek and the Gold Digger

Tags up front, no willing cucks, cheating girlfriend, gold digger. Not a BTB and definitely not a RCAAC.

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I, Willard Bradley, was blessed with the best parents in the world. They are so supportive of me and my siblings. I'm sure my dad wanted me to be a carpenter like him, but I like computers. My parents honored that choice by buying me a good computer for my 10th birthday and they kept it upgraded after that. They always listened attentively to my ever increasingly incomprehensible explanations of what I was doing on that computer. I always felt loved and secure. I also never doubted they loved one another.

Growing up when they started to PDA I would smile and leave the room. Most of my friends would say stupid things like "get a room" or "ewww" to their parents but to me that was ridiculous. Many of my friend's parents were divorced or never married. I realized early that part of the reason my parents weren't divorced was the PDA! There is more to marriage than that for sure and my parents weren't perfect. Sometimes things were a little "tense" between my parents but overall, the thing they said to me the most about each other was "mom/dad is the best thing that ever happened to me." This is what I aspired to. A marriage like that.

I learned so many important lessons from my dad. He worked in construction. He was a foreman. Every Friday at 4 they would stop for the week and go for a beer. The summer I turned 17 I joined the crew. This was normal in my small town. I was a big kid and almost half of Dad's crew were related. Uncles, brothers, cousins, and sons like the other crews in the company. The key was you had to work. No family connections would save the lazy. It was after these beers that I learned my most valuable lessons. The first one was shortly after I started working. (In case you are wondering it was a small town, and I was a big kid, as long as I didn't act stupid or stay long it was no problem for me to have a beer at the town's bar). It was the second Friday at the bar and after one beer my Dad and I were going to leave. Just like the week before the guys started razzing my dad about being 'pussy whipped' and such. So, I asked my dad about it, and this is what he said,

"Willard many of those guys either are divorced, have bad marriages, aren't married, and/or are alcoholics. Your mom is the best thing that ever happened to me followed by you kids. Why would I want to spend my time at the bar? I go because I like a beer after a week of work and to be sociable but otherwise, I have much better things to do. If you are going to get married and have kids you have to be fully committed otherwise don't bother it will not end well."

After working for two months, I started to think I knew everything about carpentry. Yes, I was young, stupid, and bulletproof. Of course, it got me injured. Not seriously but my hand had a big bandage on it when we hit the bar that week. This time I received all the razing from the crew. On the way home Dad imparted another lesson,

"Willard confidence is important, but cockiness will get you killed. Wisdom is figuring out the difference. Today you got cocky, and you were lucky you didn't get seriously hurt. Do you see the guys at work missing fingers? Do you hear the back complaints etc.? Confidence, in my mind, is knowing what you are doing and doing it properly. Cockiness is thinking you know what you are doing and doing it wrongly, its like playing Russian roulette."

My father was obviously enamored with lessons that used "c" words, and the most important lesson was another "c" word, contentment. It was yet another Friday after work in late August. The bar had a restaurant attached and there was a girl my age that I was attracted to who worked there. My first mistake was telling one of the crew about my interest in her. My second mistake was letting the crew badger me into asking her for a date. She of course shot me down in flames in front of all the guys.

On the way home I started mumbling about my inadequacies, the girl's outright failures, and the guys being jerks. My dad put a quick stop to it all.

"Will you have to be comfortable in your own skin, you have to be content with what and who you are. You totally blew it with that girl for no one's fault but your own. You didn't do your homework on her, you didn't try and feel her out, no you just jumped right in, egged on by the guys and your ego. Now you are discontent, and that will kill you just as easy as cockiness. Let me tell you it's easy to be discontent, most people are complaining about something, not enough money is a big one. And then there's the evils of complacency and compromising your principles."

There were many more lessons learned from my dad and also my mom. One of my mom's favorite things was having a plan and when I graduated from High School I definitely had a three-part plan.

I was accepted to a college 6 hours from home. I didn't get a scholarship, but I had my construction money and a plan. Part of my plan was to work IT in the town near the campus. It just so happened that Stan Kowalsky owner of SK Computers liked my idea of teaching computer classes at his store. He had a suitable room and enough spare computers for those who didn't have a laptop. The pay was fair the students paid $25 an hour. For every student I recruited I received $12.50; everyone he recruited I received $10. It worked out that their was a need and I spent my Saturdays teaching local kids in the morning, local adults in the afternoon and both college students and locals in the evening. On Wednesday nights it was all college students. My roommate Mike was my biggest recruiter on campus. He talked me up like I was a cross between Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. According to Mike I would graduate a millionaire and he was a great salesman. In gratitude for his efforts, I promised to keep our beer fridge fully stocked as long as we were roommates.

The job was part one of my plan. Part two was working hard find some like minded individuals to start working on software together. Plenty of guys think that they can earn millions playing games on some streaming service like Switch or be some kind of internet "influencer." That was true for a very select few but if you wanted a more likely outcome in computers you needed to get into programming, software, security, or network management. A combination of the four was even better. Every big company needed its own computer geek or geek IT department to keep the machines running and protected. The small companies needed to be able to hire someone to fulfill that role for them. These were good paying jobs in demand that were not subject to the fickle nature of your 'followers.'

The third part of my university plan was to find a good woman to marry. I saw what my parents had and that's what I wanted. If my plans worked I would have a good job in IT, hopefully some programming success, and a wife or fiancé when I graduated. This would be followed shortly thereafter by a house and children.

However, first year was going to be for fun, having fun playing the field. Not that I was a virgin that went crazy. There just were limited options in my hometown. In addition to my dad's big build, I inherited his rugged good looks. That's what the ladies told me. Since I never lacked female attention in high school it must have been true. I had a good part-time job, so I also had money and a car. Yes a car, I didn't need to haul lumber or things, my tool belt fit in the truck and my 7-year-old Corolla didn't cost a fortune in gas.

When the school year ended I reviewed my plan was coming along. First off, I had a great time in my first year with the ladies. Secondly, I also was having success with my software plans. By the time I went home for the summer, I had met up with some guys who were interested in building an app together. Finally, school went well I had a great GPA. I had money in the bank from my computer classes and Kowalsky was good to have a summer break but let me restart again in September. I was headed back home to my construction job on my Dad's crew to accumulate the rest of the money I need for school and to live. The plan was coming along nicely.

When arrived back at college at the end of August the first two parts of my plan were still in place and doing well. The bookings were filling up at Kowalsky for my computer classes. Word of mouth for the locals and word of Mike for the college students was bringing them in. My two programmer buddies and I had spent the summer brainstorming, and we thought we had a winner for an app. The app we thought up was an aggregator. We planned to have our app analyze all the food delivery apps out there, like DoorDash and Uber eats; to give you the quickest and/or cheapest one at the moment you are looking for food. Perhaps we could make it work for dating apps and ride shares too but first we would try the with food delivery. We divided up the tasks and got to work.

Finally, there was my plan to get serious about a wife. I knew I had 3 more years of school, but this would take time, and it was time to start looking. By mid-September there were a few likely candidates. One was Amanda Cousins. She was physically what I would call my type, big breasts, and booty. I had spoken to her, and she seemed intelligent and personable. There were a couple of other prospects, and I started working on them too. What I didn't expect was Sara Williams to show an interest in me.

Who was Sara Williams? She was one of the hottest girls on campus. She belonged to the best sorority, drove a BMW, and was absolutely gorgeous. She was a sophomore like me and like me, every other hetro male noticed her last year. Sara wasn't on my short list at all, she was very popular with the guys, and I was busy chasing more low-hanging fruit. She and I apparently had at least one thing in common. We both spent the first year playing the field.

She dated the quarterback of our football team, a guy who was supposedly a prince from Abu Dhabi, and other notables like the son of the rich banker guy from New York. I wasn't really paying attention to her, but my roommate Mike was in love with her. He would keep me informed about all of her and her coterie of friends' exploits on campus. She was no where near my shortlist. Sara's boobs were too small, and she didn't have a booty, just a cute little ass. Rumor had it she also was in school just looking for a meal ticket to support her future lifestyle. I didn't know if this was true or care. However, that all changed when she signed up for one of my Wednesday computer classes. Mike was in one of her classes at college and had used me as an excuse to talk to her. He had overheard her telling her friend she was having trouble with her laptop, and he gave her his sales pitch. Unfortunately, it didn't lead to a date for Mike, but she signed up for my course.

After Sara was in my class for a few weeks she came up to me after class and asked me if I was hungry. She had missed dinner and wanted to go for some pizza, would l like to come along? I was a bit stunned but said sure, and off we went. I didn't know what to expect and found that she was both intelligent and personable.

We spent two hours talking after the pizza. Sara was now definitely on my shortlist. The next week we were at the same pizza place and then a movie date on Friday. Pretty soon we were always together outside of classes and my job. We would study together at my dorm or have great sex. Sara preferred Mike not to be around, but we had our own bedrooms, so it didn't matter. She was amazing in bed; Sara was up to try pretty much anything at least once.

We never really discussed our relationship status. Over time Sara introduced me as her boyfriend, and I assume she had the same kind of understanding of what that meant that I did. It seemed so. She told me about her first-year exploits but that she was looking for "the one." She was emphatic that infidelity was completely unacceptable behavior between committed people, especially married ones. By the time Christmas break came along, I was totally besotted with her. I thought that being apart from her would be a good test of how much I loved her. Her family was going on a ski vacation in Tahoe, and I didn't know how to ski. Not that it mattered Sara never invited me along.

After Christmas things just got better. Outside of my work Wednesday and Saturday we were inseparable. Sara even now slept over at my dorm room 2 or 3 nights a week. She didn't begrudge me time with my computer buddies building our app. Sara seemed particularly supportive and interested in this enterprise. We had plenty of discussions about the future, where we would live, and how many kids we wanted. I was sure I was in love with her and thought without a doubt she felt the same. By March we decided that I would drive her home for summer break to meet her parents on my way home. It was out of my way a bit, but I wanted to ask her dad for permission to marry her, so it was no problem. I couldn't meet her parents at spring break because Sara was off with her buddies to the beach in Florida.

It was Mike who then planted the seeds of suspicion in my mind that not all was well in my world. He still had a big crush on Sara and followed her and her buddies on social media. While Sara was in Florida he showed me the photos she posted on her social media. Sara was definitely having fun with her friends and unidentified men. Nothing that suggested any bad behavior but some of her buddy's posts on the other hand were cause for concern. In some of her friend's photos Sara looked very comfortable with one of the men. For example, his hand looked like it was firmly planted on her ass in one image. This definitely made me jealous and pissed me off. She texted me while she was gone but it was pretty sparse. It seemed she vacillated between her missing me and her having a good time. I was not impressed, and my responses became more terse as the week progressed.

When she returned she was all over me. I opened the door to my dorm, and she jumped into my arms and laid a passionate kiss on me. She was tearing my clothes off as she kissed me into my bedroom. Mike wasn't around and my little head was doing all the thinking as she quickly mounted me and rode me to a screaming orgasm. She then continued riding me until I came. Wasting no time, she sucked me hard again and asked me to fuck her doggy style. Once she came again and I unloaded into her she wanted to snuggle. She was telling me how much she missed me over the break. However, I was still pissed, and my big head took back over the thinking,

"Sara I saw some photos from your spring break vacation and wasn't really happy with what I was seeing."

Sara looked at me like I was crazy,

"I posted some shots from the beach and stuff, I can't understand what's the problem with them?"

Good answer I thought, but,

"Actually, I was talking about the pics your friends posted."

A pregnant pause followed my question, and her face very briefly darkened,

"My friend's behavior isn't reflective of mine. Most of them are single and act that way, who are we to judge."

That was an interesting tangent to take my question on, if I didn't know better I would think she was being evasive,

"Absolutely! No judgment from me, I was talking about tall, dark and, handsome that seemed to be overly friendly with you."

Another pregnant pause. An awkward pause. A far too long pause,

"Willard that guy was nothing, he had a steady girl back home just like I have you. His friends were with mine and we kept one another company as the third wheels."

She followed this up by kissing me. I didn't want kisses however; I wanted straight answers and these curves she was throwing me were not making me feel warm and fuzzy about her trip. However, by not answering directly she was inadvertently telling me not to trust her so although her hand readily stroked my cock hard for round three I was on high alert.

This got me thinking about things. Sara was no longer in my Wednesday night class and It dawned on me that I didn't really know what she did Wednesday night and Saturday's while I was working. Sure, she mentioned things but shopping with her buddies on Saturday only filled a few hours of the day. I didn't want to ask her about it because frankly I didn't want any more lies or evasion. It was seriously bumming me out that I was doubting her. I did ask her to meet me after my next Wednesday class for pizza like old times, when she took my class, but she said when I worked she was busy studying. That just didn't ring true to me either. She had a pretty light workload for her dubious value degree program. I decided the following Saturday I would go investigate what she was doing while not with me.

After my usual 7 pm class on Saturday, I had some private ones that were one-on-one sessions. These students paid more and had particular needs. On this particular Saturday, I only had one session setup, my other student canceled on me. So, I persuaded my 7 to 8 person to defer until Sunday afternoon because I was feeling sick. I then drove over to Sara's sorority house. I didn't go there very often, Sara said she didn't like providing her sisters with gossip and there was no privacy. Up until now I didn't care, I preferred my dorm. When arrived around 8 pm that Saturday I noticed that they seemed to be having some kind of event.

There were plenty of men there with the sorority girls. Everyone was drinking and carrying on, having a good time. I didn't see Sara in the main room, but her friends Meghan and Zoe were there.

"Hey Meghan, Zoe, is Sara about?"

The two girls gave one another one of those women looks. Piles of meaning but little understanding for a guy on the outside. Meghan responded,

"Sara's a little busy right now Will, she didn't know you were coming tonight, don't you work Saturday's?"

"That's right but tonight I finished early so I came to see her, you guys having a party or something?"

"No, not really it's just our usual Saturday night social. And ah Sara is doing her usual thing on Saturday night."

Zoe started to giggle,

"You mean her usual guy."

Meghan gave her another one of those looks and then turned to me,

"Ya, Will I'm sure you know all about her Saturday nights and Wednesdays, you're not exclusive after all."

I felt my stomach clench and I wanted to throw up, this was news to me,

"Ah I'm not sure what you mean actually Meghan, perhaps you could be more specific?"

Zoe giggled some more,

"Come on Will this is the 21st century, you're busy two nights a week and Sara has Greg on Saturdays and well 'others' on Wednesdays. Without being exclusive there's nothing wrong with her, ah um,... actually I would be worried about her just sitting in her room wasting her life away when she could be having fun instead."

It was all adding up pretty easily for me. It was time to forget about Sara and get back to my short list of eligible ladies. I certainly was crushed at that moment and wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but there was no way I would give these two the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I turned to leave only to have giggling Zoe grab my arm,

"Hey, wait a minute Will, I mean there is no reason for you to leave just cause Sara is busy, she's told us things. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to come up to my room to check out my computer with your hard drive?"

Was she fucking out of her mind? She wanted me to go fuck her while Sara was fucking her "Saturday Greg" I thought about it for a second, but I thought that although revenge would be nice it was a stupid idea. I knew that by doing Zoe I would be condoning Sara's behavior. Moreover, I would be no better than her a cheater. There was no way I was going to have anything to do with someone else while I was with Sara! These people were all drinking some special Kool-aid and I didn't want any part of it.

"No thanks Zoe, I'll find my way out."

I then left in as dignified a fashion as I could. What a shit show! Then I started to laugh. This sorority was like a whore house, my regular "girl" was busy so one of the other "girls" would fill in! By the time I hit the door, I was laughing hysterically. Laugh or cry I guess, and crying was not an option. People were looking at me funny, but I didn't care. I laughed all the way to my car and then drove back to my dorm. Once I arrived home I blocked Sara's number on my phone and helped myself to one of my beers from our fridge.

Mike came home and I explained that Sara and I had broken up and could he possibly be out of our room tomorrow at noon. Sara and I always met for brunch on Sunday at noon and since I wasn't going to be there or take her calls or texts I figured she might show up at our room. I didn't really want an audience to what I'm sure would be ugly. Mike agreed and he left at 11:30. At about 12:30 Sara was knocking at my door.

As I opened the door I tried to set the tone by avoiding her attempt at a kiss,

"What do you want Sara?"

Sara looked confused,

"You didn't come to brunch and your phone was off. I thought maybe you were sick or something, so I came to see why you weren't there."

I shook my head, this was surreal.

"Sara maybe you should go to brunch with Saturday Greg, I'm sick alright, I'm sick and tired of the deception."

Sara looked confused,

"What are you talking about Greg? He's just a Saturday night thing while you're working, he's not my boyfriend! You are."

From surreal to the twilight zone,

"Sara I think we have fundamental differences about the definition of a boyfriend and girlfriend. Therefore, by any definition, we are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend."

She now looked hurt,

"What are you talking about, you are coming to meet my parents in a month, we are planning our life together, you are overreacting. If you want to be exclusive just say so and we will be."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me; how could I have been so stupid and blind?

"Listen Sara your dad is a lawyer so he can clarify If I don't make any sense but here it is; there is the letter of the law and the spirit of the law. To me someone who tells you they are your girlfriend, they love you and is discussing marriage and kids with you is exclusive with you. To me that is the spirit of a committed relationship. Someone who does all those things but has side pieces based on a technicality that exclusivity was not explicitly stated is following the letter of the law kind of relationship. Do I want to spend a life with a person whom I have to make sure everything is spelt out in detailed terms for every possible eventuality? That would be a very discontented life for me. A compromise I will not make So, I'll answer my own question. No, hell no I don't!"

I'm not sure Sara was getting it or even listening,

"Willard I'll stop with Greg and um, what happens on Wednesdays, everything will be fine, we are destined to be together forever."

In addition to nausea, I was developing a headache.

"No Sara we are done, finished, over! There is no more of us. Move on and find some other guy I will not abide someone who I can't trust."

I then held the door open for her, she left shaking her head at me, looking like I was a little child who didn't understand a basic concept. As a matter of fact, she looked just like I felt about her. Her parting words confirmed her delusional state,

"Willard we were meant for each other, we will be married one day, you'll see."

I closed the door and texted Mike he was safe to return. No more beer for me, I went to work on our app to forget the time I wasted with Sara. She thankfully left me alone for the rest of the term and I was glad to get in my car and head home for the summer. There I spent five days a week working on construction and five nights working on the app. Saturday I decompressed at the local watering hole and sometimes even had some female company. By the time August rolled around I was feeling good about life. Sara was a bad memory; my bank account was replenished, and our app was a success in testing.

I arrived back on campus at the end of August ready for my junior year. The courses at Kowalsky's were filling up again, and our app was picking up a following. Now I just had to start looking for a woman. Amanda Cousins was still at the top of my list, and I was pleased to find out she currently had no boyfriend. I asked her out and she said she would like to go out on a date with me. I asked her on Monday for a dinner and movie on Friday night. Then she canceled on Thursday. She sent me a text canceling with no explanation. I wasn't a happy man, so I tracked her down on Friday and asked her if she had a moment to speak to me.

"Will there's nothing to talk about, you are dating Sara Williams, and I'm not interested in dating a guy with a girlfriend. As a matter of fact, I would never date a guy like that, you can have whatever kind of relationship you want but sharing is not for me, neither is cheating."

What? How could this be, Sara and I were done. On Monday I had explained that to Amanda.

"Ah hold on a minute, I told you Monday Sara and I are done. I am not into any weird relationships either, that's why we broke up."

Then she dropped the bomb on me,

"Well, it doesn't really matter, you and Sara are too much drama, I'm not interested."

With that, she walked away. I stared at her booty wondering what just happened. Obviously, Sara had spoken to Amanda since Monday. How did Sara even know I asked Amanda out? Too much drama, that hurt. I was a simple guy who I thought wanted simple things.

I went back to the drawing board. The next girl on my list was Riley Wilkins. She also agreed to a date with me on Tuesday and subsequently canceled on Thursday! I didn't bother asking for an explanation. The next girl I asked out on Wednesday only to have my date cancelled Friday morning. Three in a row, man I was getting pissed. Yet I was saved by an unlikely source from total frustration.

My Saturday class at 1 pm I had dubbed my MILF class. It seemed the local moms liked that time; it worked with their lives. They seemed interested in learning more about computers. I liked teaching them the best, but I never flirted with them because they were married. This didn't stop them from flirting with me, but I made sure they knew I had a girlfriend. Now I didn't have a girlfriend, but flirting was still out, they were married. However, there was one MILF in my class that was super hot, and I knew was a single mom. Her name was Donna Evans, and she was in my class again this September. Now that Sara was history, and she was sabotaging my love life I wouldn't mind getting to know Donna better.

In one class I was helping her with her laptop, and I noticed I had a great view down her cleavage. Mighty fine cleavage it was. She noticed and busted me,

"Ah the keys are over here Will, you won't find any down there no matter how hard you look."

I tried the flirty way out,

"I don't know, there are a couple of keys in there that I think might like to be pushed."

She actually started to giggle but then stopped a dark look filled her eyes,

"What about that pretty blonde of yours, she probably wouldn't like you pushing the wrong keys."

I had to laugh,

"Ha, she didn't care, nor was she shy about sharing her keys. The blonde is long gone. Let me get my focus back on the problem at hand."

With that, I helped her sort out the problem on the laptop and moved on to the next MILF. After class, the MILFs all left, and I had an hour of one on one before a break for dinner. When I went to open my laptop to use it for my individual student I found a handwritten note.

"Dinner tonight? 764-456-09876"

You couldn't knock the smile off my face with a hammer. I waited until my one-on-one was done before replying,

How about tonight at Tony's?"

I didn't have to wait long; within 5 minutes I had a reply.

See you at 5

She knew I didn't have long for dinner because my next class was at 6:30. I guess that made her pretty bold so after ordering Donna didn't waste any time explaining her intentions.

"I've heard and seen what a good guy you are. My sister is working in guidance at the college and told me about you. I had a bad experience with my ex and am not sure about a serious relationship. You also had a bad experience. I was wondering if you would like to help a girl out who needs an itch scratched no strings attached? It seems maybe the blonde did you a dirty and you might like your pipes cleaned with no strings? My kids are pestering me to "get out there" but I don't think I'm quite ready for that. However, I am sure I'm ready for some relief and maybe you are too."

I couldn't believe how bold she was being. So vulnerable, leaving it all out there on the table. I briefly wished she was closer to thirty instead of just over forty. But given Sara's campaign to ruin my love life, this seemed too good to be true. Donna was hot with big breasts and booty, my favorite! This was a godsend, and I was jumping all over it.

"I thank you for thinking so highly of me. I assure you I am interested in your proposition and guarantee complete discretion. I also have to be upfront that I would like to replace the blonde some day, sooner than later and if that happens you will be the first to know. In keeping with that I understand once you get back in the game some guy of a more suitable age will be trying to snap you up. You are one beautiful woman, if that happens I'll understand that we are done."

That Saturday night after my late classes I spent the night with Donna. It was amazing! Something about a horny MILF who knew what she wanted and gave everything and more that I wanted. She wore me out and was looking forward to a repeat performance. I assured her I did too and so our FWB relationship began. I didn't get home to the dorm until after dinner Sunday. Mike was wondering where I had been, but I promised Donna discretion and refused to tell him. I just said I had had a great time. I had texted him that I wouldn't be back Saturday night, so I didn't really understand what was his problem.

I was happy. I had a regular thing with Donna to tie me over while I worked on my short list of women. I tried again a week later with Keisha Watts. She had very nice curves and I knew her quite well as she was in some of my computer classes over the years. One day in class I overheard her tell her friend she was now single as her former boyfriend cheated on her. I asked her out that day and it was warmly received. There was a bounce in my step the rest of the day. Maybe the girl I was looking for was right in front of me the whole time.

Yet Friday in class she let me know she was actually busy that night.

"Ok Keisha, shit happens can we rebook?"

"I don't think so Will, I'd like to say yes but you just seem complicated, ya know?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Sara got to her, I tried a Hail Mary,

"What do you mean complicated? I'm single, I think you are too, I just want to take you for dinner and a movie. How can that be complicated?"

Keisha had the decency to blush and wouldn't meet my eyes,

"Ya know Sara, and all that, I don't want to get involved."

Now I was pissed.

"Get involved in what?! We broke up six months ago, we are not getting back together. I am interested in going on a date with you with no agenda, pretty simple to me."

"Look Will I like you and would go on a date with you but not until this whole thing with Sara is over."

BUT IT WAS OVER!

I knew I had to speak to Sara again, somehow I had to get her to stop.

I went to her Sorority house on Sunday morning, hopefully, there would be no other guys around and we could talk. She came down from her room and we sat outside. It was painful for me to be there; she looked like the cat that ate the canary and let me start the conversation.

"Look Sara we are over, but it seems the word on the street has us together, I'm wondering how this is happening?"

Sara looked at me once again like I was a confused child,

"Will that's because we aren't over, we are just having a rough patch. Once you realize that we were meant to be you I will be back together."

I can do the confused child look too and I gave her a blast of it,

"No that is never going to happen, Sara, ever. I would really appreciate it if you just left me alone and stopped telling people we are still together. It's not like you aren't dating other guys, why can't you just let it go?"

Sara then spoke very slowly like I was a simpleton,

"They don't mean anything. Will if you would just ask to be exclusive then I won't date anyone else, and we can move forward with our relationship."

I was getting nowhere fast; this whole idea was a mistake.

"Ok Sara you believe what you want to believe, but the sooner move on the better for you, we are never getting back together."

She didn't say anything as I left but the following week the same scenario played out with another girl I asked out. I was pissed now, and I took my frustrations out on Mike that night. I cursed him out for not buying toilet paper.

"Will what's bugging you, man, just use tissue paper like the last time we ran out, what's your basic malfunction?"

"Mike I don't get it, somehow Sara keeps finding out who I ask out and convinces them to cancel. How can this be happening? Does Sara have a PI on me or something? It's ridiculous."

Mike looked sheepish as he replied,

"You two were meant for each other Will, you should give her another chance."

I was stunned, had Mike become delusional too?

"What the fuck Mike, I am so done with her, I just want to move on. Would you put up with a girlfriend who was fucking around on you?"

Mike ignored my rhetorical question and then he shocked me,

"Ah I don't really know how to say this Will but I ah, I have been telling Sara who you are asking out. I was trying to..."

"You fucking Judas! What the fuck man? What happened to bros before hos? What did she give you to tell her?

Mike wouldn't look me in the eyes,

"As I was saying I was just trying to get you guys back together."

I was seeing red, I wanted to kill him,

"What did she give you Mike?"

"blow jobs"

"Are you fucking kidding me now Judas! You want me to get back together with a girl who is giving you blow jobs so she can get back together with me? That is just so fucked up, you are so fucked up!"

Mike wouldn't meet my eyes,

"I'm sorry man, but you told me how good she was, and I've heard things from your bedroom and she's a total babe and you know I have a crush on her. Can you blame me?"

"Yes! I can blame you Judas! I fuckin hate you right now!"

I left slamming the door. I went to Donna's, and she put me up for the night. She took my mind off Sara and that was great but in the morning she gave me a heads-up.

"I think I have found a guy I want to explore a relationship with, I will know for sure by your Christmas break."

What could I say, this was the original deal. It had been plenty of fun, I envied the lucky guy.

"I figured you wouldn't last long on the market; you're such a babe. If I only was a little older or you were a little younger. Oh well, I hope things work out for you, I really do."

She smirked at me,

"You're such a charmer; flattery will get you everywhere."

We then had a good morning fuck before work and school. Donna suggested I try and find a local girl from town, not a fellow college student. I thanked her for the tip, but the locals weren't interested in the people who came to the college. We each kept to ourselves, frequenting different bars even. However, it was food for thought and I figured I might have a way to make it work after the break. For now, however, it was back to reality, classes with girls who thought I was full of complicated drama and a Benedict Arnold for a roommate. Christmas break could not come fast enough.

Christmas break was both good and bad. I had a good time at home doing nothing. My Dad could not believe my story about Sara. He certainly approved of my decision not to take her back. Also, our app's popularity was growing daily, and we were starting to get interest from the big players.

Yet on the downside Donna let me know that our FWB arrangement was over. In response to this and my nemesis Sara, I brought my construction boots and work clothes back to college with me. My plan was pretty simple dress like a regular working Joe and go to the 'locals' bar.

The first attempt was the Friday night after school started. Nobody paid any attention to me, and I ended up playing pool with some real local construction guys. There was some flirting with local girls and I left feeling pretty positive about my idea. The trick was going to be after I met someone, how to explain my situation without lying or being rejected for drama. I would just have to cross that bridge when I hopefully got there.

In the meantime, I called my roommate a different name every month until summer break. First, it was Judas (Iscariot), then Benedict (Arnold), Vidkun (Quisling), Guy (Fawkes) and I finished up the semester calling him Jane (Fonda). He didn't really think it was funny, I can't imagine why. I did however continue to stock the fridge with beer, a deals a deal. I also was polite, but our friendship was dead and gone. He knew it and we just coexisted until the end of the semester. We both would have new roommates in September.

On the Sara front she was blitzing the female population of the school. Every woman I had a class with received a visit from Sara explaining the situation. Her buddies kept an eye on me and any girl I spoke to received a speaking too. She even had some of her cronies take my classes at Kowalsky's so they could stop me from finding someone there. What they didn't figure out however was my trips to the local bar as construction Willard. By the time it was March, I had been on a few dates. There was one woman I was particularly interested in. Her name was Jenny Ames. She was a nurse at the hospital, and she seemed sympathetic to my plight. It all unraveled one night however when I took Jenny out to dinner at a restaurant favored by the locals.

Unbeknownst to me someone who knew Sara saw me with Jenny and reported it back to her. Sara didn't waste any time taking action because the next time I went to the bar three local guys cornered me and pushed me outside to explain their displeasure with some college guy trying to get their women. The bouncer's turned a blind eye and I was worried it might get ugly. The conversation was short and to the point, the spokesman for the three of them filled me in,

"Look asshole nice try blending in but it isn't going to work. You stay on your side of the street, and we stay on ours. That's the way things are and always will be. Jenny is a nice girl she's not interested in the likes of you. There are plenty of college girls for you to choose from like Sara Williams for example. This is your first, last, and only warning, stay away. Next time you will require an ambulance."

I figured it was only my size and the sour expression on my face that kept them from violence. I wondered for a second what Sara did to get them to intimidate me, perhaps more blow jobs? Maybe a threesome? That woman was becoming my worst nightmare. Regardless of what she had given them the damage was done and my plan to find a local girl was blown.

"Look gentlemen I meant no harm; I will stay on my side of the street from now on."

They watched me leave and of course, when I checked my phone in my car Jenny had blocked my number.

Damn and double damn!

My plan to find a wife was apparently going to have to wait until after graduation. That was unless I could find a way to get Sara off my back. That was looking very unlikely. There was no way a restraining order would work; I had no hard evidence. I could change schools but that would set back my other plans considerably and that was unacceptable. I decided I would just bide my time until summer break and try to figure something out then. Maybe something back home? There wasn't much selection back home, the good ones all left like me or were already married. Yet maybe something had changed back home. I really hadn't looked that hard at the options back home. This summer I would give it a serious go.

The silver lining in my Sara nightmare cloud was the app. We had two companies bidding for it and by the end of the school year, we had reached a deal with one of them. We were confident the app was good but not too cocky to overvalue it. Each of us would get $600,000 plus 1.5 cents of royalties for every new user of the app. It wasn't millions but it still was a nice chuck of change that would easily buy me a house somewhere after college. The three of us agreed to spend the summer brainstorming the next idea, hopefully, we would start on a new app before school started again.

Between working in construction and working on a new app, I was pretty busy over the summer, but I did expend considerable effort looking through the female options back home. Nothing came together for me on that front, but it did give me an idea of how to get rid of Sara once and for all. My cousin Becky kindly agreed to help me with my plan. Once I was back on campus I made sure one of the first things I did was "bump" into Amanda Cousins.

"Hi Amanda, how was your summer?"

Amanda gave me a look that said don't even try and ask me out,

"Fine enough Will, how was yours?"

I quickly whipped out my phone and showed her my home screen,

"My summer was awesome, thanks for asking. I met this amazing woman Becky, and she believed me that I was single. It's going to be hard doing the long-distance thing, but Thanksgiving will be here soon, and then Christmas. I think this is the 'one' for me, do you want to see more pictures?"

Amanda politely looked at my pictures and after a little more small talk I moved on wishing her a great day.

This was the start of my plan, operation "Santa dump." I spoke to every woman I knew on campus about my Becky. I waxed eloquently to all my male friends about her as well. I made sure I was overheard speaking or texting with her whenever I thought someone would notice. I knew I was making headway by Thanksgiving. When I got back to college Becky told me someone had called her about me. They never gave their name but were emphatic that I already had a long-term girlfriend on campus. They sent her pictures of Sara and I from my second year. Becky had a ball explaining that she didn't care, the pictures didn't show much, and they could be photoshopped. None of them had me in a compromising position and regardless that was just a school thing from before we met. She and I were getting married as soon as school was over. We were the real deal. I love my cousin Becky. I also now owe her big time.

Of course, the next phase of my operation was to start talking about the engagement ring I was buying. My new roommate's name was Alvin, he was studying to be a doctor, and I was pretty sure he was enlisted early by Sara. I hoped he at least was getting blowjobs out of it for his trouble as I fed him misinformation. I even showed him the ring. The ring that I borrowed from Donna from her first marriage. That ring and my engagement were all I talked about to anyone who would listen until the Christmas break.

In January I received nothing but sympathy from everyone at school when I returned to school broken-hearted. Becky had cheated on me! We broke up and I was inconsolable. Plenty of people tried to console me, however, buying me beers, mostly guys and coffees, mostly women. It also helped my situation that the school news published an article online in the January edition about our app. There was a definite uptick in the number of women on campus who suddenly were interested in me. I was doing my best to avoid Sara and make sure I lumped her in with Becky as a cheating no good ex. At the same time, I dropped some vague hints to Sara's friends that maybe I might be ready to go out with her again. This was the dangerous part of my plan, so I had to be very careful. Fortunately for me my deception worked, and Sara made a huge mistake.

I guess my broken heart act was believable because she chose a large public gathering to reassert her claim on me. It was Friday night at the student union. Me and my two app buddies were having a beer. We were excited about our new idea. I didn't notice Sara approaching until she was right by our table. I did notice her when very loudly she proclaimed for all to hear her love for me. Then she continued,

"Will, it's all going to be alright that girl wasn't good enough for you, we were meant for each other and now we can go to the Valentine's dance together, as it should be."

Her friends in the crowd made all the appropriate ohs and awes which further focused the crowd on the two of us. For Valentine's, this year the college was going to have a Sadie Hawkins dance.

"Sara, are you asking me to the Valentine's Dance?"

I asked equally loudly.

She left a dramatic pause and then in her most officious voice proclaimed,

"Of course I am, Willard Bradley will you do me the pleasure of accompanying me Sara Williams to the Sadie Hawkins dance?"

A hush had fallen over the room around us and all eyes were on us.

"I wouldn't go with you if you were the last person on earth, you were the first cheating skank to break my heart and now Becky, it could turn a guy off women!"

I then stood up and strode out of the building trying my best to look as forlorn as possible. Inside I was killing myself laughing. I could not believe that Sara handed me that opportunity on a silver platter and hoped it would put an end to her torment.

Apparently it did work as after the student union confrontation I had several invites from other women to the dance. I accepted the first one from a girl I didn't know to drive home the point that Sara and I were done. Me and her didn't click and after a few subsequent dates said our goodbyes, but the spell seemed to be finally broken. I knew this because at the end of March Amanda Cousins "bumped" into me one day on campus.

"Hey Will, how are you making out these days?"

Amada if anything looked better than ever.

"Good Amanda, I'm looking forward to graduation. I have a job lined up, how about you what's your future looking like?"

She took the bait,

"I'm not really sure yet about the future but I would like to see if perhaps you were in it?"

She did have a dazzling smile to go with the big cleavage and nice booty. She has been at the top of my shortlist every year since I started looking. Now she was offering herself up to me. Amazing.

"No, I don't see that happening Amanda if we embarked on something there probably would be some drama and complications and I know you're not into that so why bother trying."

Her face did an amazing series of changing expressions, shock, outrage, embarrassment, anger, and then back to outrage. She was so mad she couldn't form a sentence nor even a single word. I took the opportunity to wish her well and continued on my way.

I am interested now in Keisha Watts. She apologized for listening to Sara and canceling our date. She also was one of the girls to ask me to the Valentine's dance, unfortunately after I had already accepted the other girls' invite. However, after that girl and I had parted ways I had spoken to her in class, dropping subtly that I was available. After she apologized again she asked me out on a date. We hit it off and by the time school ended I was thinking we had serious potential. She even found a job in the same city as me. It looked like my plan to find a wife although delayed was still on track.

Sara Williams however still wouldn't let it go without getting the last word in. She made a huge splash at graduation showing the world my great loss as Alvin proposed to her. I hoped for the best for Alvin, but something told me that it would not end well. That however was not my problem so as Keisha and I drove away from campus I finally felt truly free of my nemesis Sara Williams.