Mismatched

"Get what?"

"The console. You want it."

And we had some serious fun afterwards. Surprisingly, she even cleaned my clock in some games. I was totally fascinated with her. If she had asked me to tattoo her name on my forehead, I would probably have done it gladly. Well, I would have seriously considered it at least.

Annoyingly, the door bell interrupted us just as I was about to wipe her out in Mario Kart.

"Wait, I´ll get it," she said. Luckily we were clad in loose sweaters at the time.

"You don´t have a butler for such mundane tasks?"

"Asshole," she laughed, punching me a little.

She returned into the room with - well, how can I describe it? With some kind of human mountain. Short cropped blonde hair, deeply tanned, blindingly white teeth that were constantly on display, a handsome and manly face, at least 2 meters tall and wide as my grandma´s big wardrobe. He looked like a nordic god and I was just glad the he omitted to carry around a large hammer. Overall, he was exactly like me. Only the other way around.

He walked into the room like he owned it, busy with oozing self-confidence and holding Danni by her waist. He spotted me, grinned and approached me.

"Hi, I´m Tom. I´m the guy responsible for the muscles."

"Hi. Peter." I reluctantly offered my hand, doubting if I had any chance to get it back in one piece. His handshake didn´t inflict any damage on my hand, but the way he acted around Danni did some to my limited new-found self-confidence.

"Hey, Danni, forgot our workout time?" He even had the audacity to wink into my direction and to touch Danni´s waist again like he owned her and wanted to let me know it.

"Ah, not today, Tom. I´ve had plenty of workout today with Peter."

Haha, touché. He looked a little stupid for a millisecond and a half before regaining his composure.

"Not a chance, sweetie. Just because you played a few video games with some nerd, you´re not going to miss your workout."

"Video games? In your dreams, Tom. Why don´t you go to the gym with my lover. He wants to work on his muscles. I´ll just watch you two."

"Huh?" He was obviously stunned, probably because of the "lover" remark. "Okay, boy, let´s go."

Boy? Such an asshole.

We went to her fully equipped gym and he was nice enough while showing me all the machines, working out a training plan and recommending nutrition supplements. It was mostly fun and I had problems listening to him while Danni was toying around with the other machines with a cat-like elegance. Damn, so sexy.

"You listening, buddy?"

"Yeah, yeah. Not too much weight on this one or I´ll have back problems soon."

"Right. You can ogle her some more later. Lucky bastard." He laughed, but not in an entirely nice way.

He was showing off constantly. He was adjusting the machines to weight levels that I couldn´t possibly handle and watching me failing to do it and readjusting the devices. After a while it turned out that Danni wasn´t going to have any of that.

"Ah, Tom, honey...," she cooed after she had suddenly turned up behind us. Honey? I was a little confused.

"It must hurt you that Peter is so much better than you in bed, Tom." Her voice was still sweet like honey.

"WHAT?" Tom asked as both of our heads snapped around.

"Stop flirting with me and stop demeaning Peter in your subtle way." Her tone had suddenly turned ice cold. It was interesting and I was just glad not to be on the receiving end of this. "You´re not here to show off your muscles, you´re paid to help Peter acquiring some. You think you´re up to the task without annoying any of us?"

"Uh?" He was more than stunned. His face was turning red in record time.

"I´m Peter´s woman now, Tom. If you can´t handle that, we need a new trainer. Make up your mind."

"Uh. Ah, sorry, Danni. I didn´t mean to... Sorry if I´ve acted inappropriate."

"Don´t apologize to me."

"Uh? Okay, sorry, Peter."

"It´s okay." He offered his hand and I took it.

Finally, after Tom had left, I looked at her questioningly.

"Peter, I am a beautiful woman. I think we can safely assume that."

"Quite safely, yes."

"Thank you. But I´m yours. I have promised you that and I meant it."

"Thank you." I kissed her again.

"If I have my way we will stay together for quite a while. And all the time men will hit on me."

"I see."

"Everywhere. The personal trainer will, as you´ve seen. If I fire him and hire another, he will do the same. If I fire that one too and hire a woman, she might do the same. If she won´t, nothing much will be gained. If we buy groceries, it will happen. If we go to a restaurant. If we take a walk. If we go to a party. This is a constant factor in my life and believe me, it´s no fun."

"Okay. I understand."

"I´ve had sex with Tom in the past. He´s an attractive man."

"I´ve seen that."

"Yeah, but he´s a prick. He´s self-centered and he´s lousy in bed. Hell, none of them can hold a candle against you in bed, you´re some kind of miracle man. And you´re just so nice, kind and sensitive. Be relaxed, you´re my man, the others don´t stand a chance. Believe me, I have tried dozens. Big ones, small ones, athletic ones, intellectual ones. Not because I´m a slut, but out of desperation, because it felt so hollow with all of them. I hoped that there had to be more, but there never was. With you everything suddenly was just right. I feel at home, I´m completely satisfied, I enjoy every second we are together, I need to look at you all the time. I have never loved somebody, not even my family. So could what I feel be described as falling in love? I don´t know, but I suspect it might."

"Wow." I was deeply moved by her speech. "I feel the same. A few women have used my cock in the past. But I´ve never felt much and never derived a lot of pleasure from it. But with you I have an intimacy I´ve never experienced before. I still can´t believe what is happening here, but I think I´m falling in love too."

"Oh, Peter." she shouted and jumped into my arms, smothering me with kisses. "You know, I hadn´t expected this. Anna told me about your miracle-dick at a time I had already given up on men. I didn´t want to live with one I felt no intimacy and no sexual satisfaction with. So I decided to try you out, just to see if I was theoretically able to have an orgasm. I haven´t expected something to come from this, but I´m so glad it did."

"So am I, Danni. So am I."

"Of course, you will have to move in here."

"Oh. I will?" My tummy was tingling. She seemed to be serious about all of this.

"Yes. Either that or I will move into your apartment."

"Oh, I think we will take mine then." We both laughed. "Danni, I can´t. I´m still a student."

"So am I. So what?"

"How will I get to the university?"

"There are these special things with a wheel at each corner."

"A shopping cart?" I said jokingly.

"Smartass. Either we drive together or you will take one of my cars."

"Oh, you have more than one?"

"Ah, Peter, I don´t want to ruin what we have. Or to burden you or to lessen you. But we will have to talk about this sooner or later. I´m rich."

"Yeah, I have already noticed subtle hints pointing towards that."

"I´ve inherited it."

"No surprise there. How are we going to do it?"

"You live here, this will be our house for all practical purposes, not just mine. If you want to make some changes to it, let´s talk about it. If you want to invite your friends, go ahead. You use the cars however you want. You will get a credit card and use it however you want. When we go to a restaurant, you will pay with our card. If either of us wants to buy something big, we talk about it and decide it together. The money is mine and it will stay that way, at least until we might decide to marry. But we will try to use it as if it is ours. What do you think?"

"Okay, sounds good. Marry?"

"Well, a girl can dream, can she?"

"Oh, my." And I just had to kiss her again. Just to confirm that this was actually happening. Of course, I booked all of that under a sudden and maybe temporary infatuation beacuse of me saving her from the perils of frigidity.

xx

A few months later we were both nearing graduation and to my surprise, our relationship was still going strong. Her re-invention of Peter was starting to show results. My wardrobe was completely replaced, apart from some favorite sweaters that she mostly claimed for herself. My ungainly glasses were replaced by contacts, my hair styling was now existant and not just some random thing, guided by whatever force of nature had decided to play with it. I was slightly tanned now, partially from the nice holiday at the Mediterranean we had enjoyed. My workout had started to show some results too. I was not showing a sixpack too prominently yet, but my body fat was down to 12 percent and my muscles were growing constantly.

Overall, I was hardly recognizable any more. Of course, my buddies were still the same. They had observed my transformation in awe, but had not yet decided to follow my example. Danni´s first appearances as my girlfriend had caused several cardiac problems among them. But they had gotten used to it eventually, greatly helped by her relaxed way to handle shy nerds. One difference was that we played our games mainly at our house, not at their modest one-room apartments. The TV was just so much nicer. And Danni never failed to mercilessly tease us all by serving snacks in low-cut tops, hot pants or too short skirts. My opponents seemed to lose some of their concentration at these times for some reason and I scored some easy wins. Danni and I laughed a lot about it afterwards and exchanged some high-fives.

xx

Due to our graduations we had not gone to parties recently. But today we both felt like we needed some time to wind down and have fun. So we took a taxi to Anna´s party. I felt a little apprehensive about it, keeping in mind the history Anna and I had of cheating on her husband Martin. He was a big guy and had cleaned my clock thoroughly once because of it. I had been able to stop the legal fallout on him after some struggling with the authorities, so I felt that we were even. He knew that Danni and I were a couple and that we were invited, but probably had no say in it.

We were greeted by Anna, who hugged me especially thoroughly, closely supervised by Danni. Interesting, a goddess like Danni can be jealous? It made me feel great, believe me.

The girls went to do some womanly thing or other and after a few minutes of standing around alone awkwardly, the dreaded confrontation with Martin became inevitable.

"Hi Peter."

"Martin."

"Um... Thanks."

"What?"

"Well, you stopped the prosecution against me."

"Yeah, yeah. No problem. For a while it looked like I had no say in it. But they finally relented."

"Yeah. So I´ve heard. Thanks."

I turned around to face him properly.

"Martin, I´ve fucked your wife. You had every right to rough me up. I think we´re about even now. So it was only fair to stop this nonsense."

"Um, Peter. You weren´t even aware at the time that she was married, right?"

"No, I learned that later. But I suspected that she was keeping two men. But the status of her men was quite unclear."

"Then it was wrong to beat you up."

"Sure, violence is always wrong. But I never held that against you. I suspected that she was in some relationship and I had sex with her nonetheless."

"Yeah, but you didn´t have much of a choice, right?"

"At the time I was too weak to fend her off. Later I learned how to do it."

We were silent for a few minutes.

"I envy you," he said.

"What? Why?"

"Danni. She´s not the bitch Anna is. Danni would never cheat on me."

"Martin, you´re a handsome guy. Leave her."

"I can´t. She´s a cheating, lying, manipulating bitch but I can´t live without her. I can´t live with her." And he looked incredibly sad.

"Is she cheating again?"

"All the time."

"What are you doing?"

"Hoping that she will change some day. I just can´t leave her, I love her too much. It´s destroying me."

"You´re still smashing guys up?"

He laughed. "No, I´ve beaten that habit. No sense in doing it anyway, it won´t stop her. And the guys are not the problem, she is."

"Poor guy."

"Yes."

Silence again. We were watching Danni and Anna dance, like every other guy in the room did. It was quite spectacular. And I had to agree, I really had gotten the much longer straw.

"You know why she keeps cheating?" he finally asked.

"Anna? No."

"Because of you. That´s all I know about it."

"What?"

"Seriously. Could you tell me why?"

I thought about it for a while. Danni had recognized my weaknesses and had built me up in a very gentle and nice way. She had transferred some of her strengths - styling, taste and self-confidence - to me.

I knew where Martin´s weaknesses were. I couldn´t change his cock, but I could theoretically teach him a thing or two about how to please a woman in bed. Anna was obviously still cheating because she was looking for a another curve cock that could satisfy her.

But why should I help Martin by improving his sexual ablities? There was no reason - just me being a nice guy.

Could it harm me in the long run? Maybe, if he set his sights on Danni at some time. He had already told me that he liked her and that he evied me for her. He was a good-looking guy and with improved sexual skills, who knew? Could he endanger me and Danni? Unlikely, but not impossible.

Would it be fun to teach him? No. It would include watching him having sex with Anna. It would be awkward in the extreme as I would be the one she wanted in her bed and the three of us would know it. Maybe it would even be a little gross. I was not proud about my homophobia, but it was undeniable. The prospect of seeing another man naked didn´t excite me in the least.

Another problem was, would it even be possible to train him? My tips would be quite common stuff anyway. "Take in her mood and her needs. Be sensitive, try to notice her subtle reactions to what you´re doing. Give her plenty of foreplay. Think about her pleasure before yours. Stroke slowly and pay attention to her clit." Stuff like that. Could I make someone a better lover by telling him such commonplace things? Was he maybe too handsome to change anyway? Maybe it was time for a new theorem, this time for the beautiful part of the male population. So what should I do to help the poor bastard?

"I have no idea, Martin."

Yeah, yeah, call me an asshole. But it just wasn´t worth it. I mean, he had hit my ass up. And if he was too insensitive to please his woman, that wasn´t my problem.

"No idea at all, sorry." And I went to my beautiful fiancée, smiling at Anna and at the Emmy/Julia/Maria trio that had most conveniently shown up to watch us with gaping mouths.

23. Also a magical number. I was 23 years old. I had the most beautiful girl in the world, was about marry her, my graduation was almost done, I had no financial worries. 23 is good. Way better than 22.