Donny N' Marie

"Sir, I can only write what I know. I don't know happy endings, I..."

"Nonsense! I read the material you wrote to get into this class. You have a wonderful eye in your mind, and you translate it well to the page. What you have given me is a cop-out, Mr. Osborne. Pure and simple. Fine if you don't want to finish the story to my satisfaction, you and your partner can both take a failing grade in my course."

"That's a load of shit and you know it, sir."

"A load of shit? I should allow two students who can't follow a simple syllabus to float through my class just like the ones who put the effort in? You have a warped idea of what should be, young man."

"No, sir, I don't. It's a load of shit that you won't give Marie a chance. I wrote what I felt I had to and I stand by it. Marie had nothing to do with it. Give her a shot to finish and deliver an erotic tale that you'll like."

"Why don't you both work together to give me a story that I'll like?"

"Because she's Julia," Donny said. Tears readily flowed. "I wrote that whole break-up scene from my memory of her crushing my heart. I can't work with her. I can't stand the thought of being around her. I loved her. I thought she loved me but it seems I was played."

"But you don't want me to fail her? She messed this story up."

"No. It's not her fault I am naïve. Don't punish her for following her heart. Do what you want to me."

"I want you to read something," the professor said. He made a few clicks on his computer and spun the monitor around so Donny could read what was on the screen. Donny recognized right away that it was the story he'd written.

"I've read this, sir. Hell, I've lived it."

"Read the paragraph after Roman fled the party."

He read that Roman had missed the part where Julia had kneed Perry in the crotch and then decked him. "It would have been nice if it had happened that way," Donny said between sniffles.

"That's exactly how it happened," came Frank's voice from behind him. He spun ready to break Frank's face only to find it wasn't Frank. Marie's brother stood in front of him.

"She knocked his ass out, dude. I'm Jimmy by the way."

"But they're getting married. I heard two girls talking about it."

"What two girls?" After Donny described them, Jimmy laughed. "Those two mental midgets wouldn't know love if it shat on their toast. They are the female equivalent to Beavis and Butthead."

"But what about the fucked up message Marie left me?"

"I can explain that," said a tearful Marie as she walked sheepishly into the office. She told him all about the committee and the girl pinching her. "I left you another message after it. Didn't you hear it?"

"No. I thought it was another nasty gram so I deleted it."

"Well, I wished you a happy New Year. But what is most important is the last thing I said. I said it and I meant it and I still mean it."

"What did you say?"

"I love you."

She ran to him and they embraced. Professor Knoffler nodded to Jimmy. "Let's give them a few minutes to talk."

Donny and Marie talked for a while and decided to try again. Marie held his hand all the time they talked as if she'd drown if she let it go. As they spoke a new sadness came over Donny.

"I have something to tell you, Marie. I transferred to the University of Texas. I couldn't stand to think of coming back here for three more years."

"Donny, I love you. We'll figure something out."

When they were all about to leave, Donny turned to Jimmy. "Jimmy, can I get you to do me a huge favor?"

"What kind of favor?"

Donny explained what he wanted and Jimmy roared with laughter. Of course, I'll do it.

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It was a beautiful sunny Saturday in spring. Craig and Chelsea sat in the stadium waiting for Donny and Marie to show up. "Where are these guys at?" asked Chelsea.

"Probably in a sex coma," Craig joked. "Don't worry; you know he wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Who's worried? We're here," Donny said as he and Marie sat down. "How are the warm-ups looking?"

"See for yourself," Craig said handing Donny a pair of binoculars. Donny scanned the players' faces. Several had a look that he'd hoped they have.

"So when are you guys going to tell us what this is all about?" asked Chelsea.

"Yeah. I can think of a thousand other things I'd rather be doing than watching the spring football game," added Marie. "Or well at least one," she added with a grin; wondering why Donny gave up their weekly tryst, for a football game.

"Oh, this spring scrimmage is special. We'll be seeing the debut of the quarterback of the future," said Donny as he shot a mischievous grin at Craig.

"It should be a good battle of quarterbacks. Frank is on the blue team, and Sean Jefferson, his most bitter rival for the starting job is on the white team."

As the white offense took the field, the announcer told the crowd that the spring scrimmage was the only time the coach allowed the defenses to hit the quarterbacks; on a limited basis anyway.

It was soon apparent why the quarterback battle was so close. Jefferson took the white squad right down the field and then connected with the star wide receiver for a thirty five-yard touchdown.

The blue squad, however, didn't fare as well. Frank was sacked twice and had his first pass intercepted. The coach screamed at the blue offense and told them to go again. It was quickly obvious that the blue line was not blocking well for Frank. The white defense seemed to be going a bit harder than the blue had. When Frank did manage to finally get a pass off, it hit his wide receiver in the back, drawing the ire of the coaches.

When the white offense took the field again, the coaches were chewing out the blue squad. Five plays later the white team had scored again and the blue team came back out.

The only play Frank didn't get hit was the first play that he handed off to a running back. Every other play ended up with him on his back. Marie realized that Donny and Craig were enjoying Frank's misery a little too much.

On one play, Luther Baxter stepped backward and allowed JC Winkler, the NCAA sack leader to have a free shot at Frank. Donny and Craig howled with laughter as Frank's helmet went flying.

"OK, you two. Why is it that the one practice we come to, Frank is getting killed by his teammates?" Marie asked. Just then Donny howled again and high-fived Craig.

Marie turned in time to see Frank's own running back run over the top of him. "Don't mess with Texas, motherfucker," Donny laughed.

Marie looked at him confusion written on her face, "OK, buster, start explaining."

For the next few minutes, between gales of laughter, Donny explained how some photos of Frank and a few of his teammates' girls had gotten emailed to team members. A few were also treated to Frank's tirade about how "All Texans were good for is making the rest of us look smart."

"Half of the team is from Texas, and they didn't exactly agree with Frank's opinions."

"When did you get Frank talking shit about Texans?"

"When your brother was here to provide the audio. He sounded enough like Frank, that when I recorded him reading a few things no one could tell the difference."

"I have a question," said Chelsea. "How did you get pictures of Frank with other players' women?"

"Well," said Craig. "We've had pics of the girls since school began. All it took was a few doctored pictures of Frank to be photoshopped onto them and we had what we needed to burn his ass."

"Yeah, and since the girls stand to get in trouble for taking naked pics of each other, they won't mind blaming Frank either," said Donny.

"It'll be Frank's word against theirs, and I know they'll do damage control," added Craig.

They looked down in time to see Frank take his last hit of the afternoon. As he limped off of the field Marie said, "I guess it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

As Frank left the locker room bruised and beaten, Linda the RA was standing in front of his car, with two campus police officers and Kristy Demming. He walked over and asked, "What the fuck's going on?"

The officers grabbed Frank and put him in handcuffs. "Frank Krutchen you are under arrest for suspicion of rape, child porn, and invasion of privacy with lewd intent."

Kristy stepped forward, "That's right, asshole, I turned your ass in. No fuckin' means no..." Linda pulled her back as she tried to kick him.

"When Kristen told me how you filmed yourself fucking her when she was telling you to stop, we went right to the police. During the game, they got a warrant, to search your phone, and found the video of Donny and Marie, ending with my warning to delete them or be arrested. They brought the phone to me to get Donny and Marie's names. I recognized some of the other girls you had naked pictures of. At least one was seventeen when the photo was taken; because she turns eighteen tomorrow. With the evidence against you, you better get yourself a good lawyer, fuckwad." She draped her arm around Kristy and watched as Frank was put in the back seat of the squad car and taken away.

As Donny and his friends were leaving the station, they saw a campus police car drive by. "Was that Frank in the back seat?" Marie asked. The rest shrugged their shoulders and went to get some pizza."

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Epilogue:

One late August morning Donny woke with a start. "I'm gonna be late to fucking class!"

He'd gotten an apartment near the University of Texas campus. Summer commitments had cut into the time he and Marie had been able to spend together.

They'd managed to get away for a week around the Fourth of July and spent several hours one night fucking on the beach in Corpus Christi. During that episode, Donny had picked Marie up while his cock was fully embedded in her hot wet pussy.

"Standing now?" Marie asked breathlessly. "Baby your legs will get tired."

With a mischievous grin, Donny carried her out into the surf. "My legs won't get that tired, I have Neptune to help me."

They stood there in the warm gulf water and fucked until they were sore. When Donny spewed his load of cum into Marie she was exhausted. "I have better-staying power than the boy whose cherry you took so long ago."

"Oh yes you do, but that seawater didn't help the lubrication any. If you're going to fuck me silly, take me back to our room and do it properly."

Naked, he carried her back to the room where he did just that. But since then he'd only talked to her on the phone and Video Chat, using their Christmas gifts. A week before school started, he lost contact with her.

He knew that there was a good chance that she'd meet another guy. He wasn't looking for a new girl though. If Marie and I fail, I'm not hooking up until I get out of school, he thought.

He made it to his creative writing class just in the nick of time. A brassy blonde woman with a Texas-sized accent took the podium and announced herself. "I am Professor Judy Brock, and I will be turning y'all into the next Stephen Kings or Patricia Cornwells."

For the next thirty minutes, she went over the different things she expected, and what things would earn a "Well bless your little heart," from her before she brought the wrath of God down on an unfortunate student. Finally, she was wrapping up her speech. "My last advice for you today is pretty simple. Find yourself a writing partner for the year. Make sure it's someone you can handle being around a lot. If you can't find one... I'll assign you one on Wednesday."

"I think I'll just let her assign me one," Donny told his neighbor.

He got up and headed out of the room. As he was about to leave the building someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Would you like to be my writing partner for the year?"

He turned around, intending to turn the person down when his eyes lit up. "Marie?"

She jumped up and kissed him full on the lips. "Marie? Wha..what are you doing here?"

"Going to school, silly. So are we partners or what?"

"Damn right we are," he said as he hugged her again.

Later on, while lying in a sexual afterglow, she explained that after he'd transferred she couldn't stand the thought of not being with him. "I had someone pull a few strings to help me get in here. I did it quietly so I could surprise this guy I love."

"The only guy you better be surprising is me," he said as he kissed her. "So who pulled strings?"

"Professor Knoffler. He said that he wasn't about to see his streak die."

"His streak?"

"Every year, he pairs his freshman writing class up. Some he just pairs up, but he usually pairs ten couples he thinks will go on to be soul mates. He's never had fewer than seven couples end up getting married. Only four of the couples he helped get together have gotten a divorce. When we had our issue at Christmas we threatened his streak, and he knew deep down we were meant to be together."

They skipped class the next two days to move Marie from a dorm into Donny's apartment. Most of their classes were together so they spent a lot of time in the apartment.

"I wonder what this is," Donny said pulling a huge envelope out of their mailbox several weeks later.

Marie looked at it and squealed in delight. "It's from Dawn." She grabbed it from Donny and ripped it open.

"Why did she send the school paper?" Donny asked. Marie started laughing hysterically. She handed him the paper, and he read the headline:

"Former QB Frank Krutchen Sentenced to Fifteen Years for Rape."

The next day, another envelope similar to the first one arrives. This time there was no return address on it. Donny and Marie open it and both grow wide-eyed when they read the headline on Marie's hometown newspaper: "State Police arrest Springfield Police Chief and Washington County Sheriff in Rape Cover-Up"

When Marie returned home for Christmas Break, Donny was by her side. Shortly after introducing him to her parents and her brother Wayne, there was a knock at the door. Marie answered the door to find a young state trooper was waiting for her.

He tipped his hat and said, "I believe this is yours, young lady," as he handed her the tablet that was stolen from her in High school.

"Where'd you find this?" she asked.

"It was found in the former police chief's house when it was searched. It helped convict him, and we are extraditing Frank Krutchen on about twelve counts of raping a minor, and conspiracy to commit rape."

As he walked away Donny looked at Marie. He touched her necklace and with a laugh said, "Karma's a bitch."

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So ends the adventures of Donny and Marie.

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