Nice Guys Finish Last Ch. 10-11

I stood there for a minute, just staring down at my own feet. I had no idea what was wrong with me. It wasn't anger or disappointment that I felt in that moment. I was just utterly confused, after experiencing the strangest day of my life.

Just as I was about to walk off, however, I could hear the door opening again. I assumed it was going to be someone else, so I almost made an attempt to escape quickly.

Much to my surprise, at the very last second, I noticed it was Tina again. She looked more flustered than ever, completely red in the face, so I stopped in my tracks and asked, "Did you forget something?"

It looked like there was a battle going on in her head. I could only assume she was trying to think of which nasty adjective best described me. Then, as if my day hadn't been odd enough, she grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in before planting a long kiss on my lips.

What the freak?! I screamed in my head, as she pressed on my tight lips with hers. But then, as the kiss persisted on, I closed my eyes, and suddenly found myself captivated by the moment.

Eventually, she pushed herself away from me. As I stared at her, I could see a blush on her face, stronger than I had ever seen before.

"Wow... What... what was that...?" I asked, as my heart continued to race.

She then furrowed her eyebrows and glared directly at me. Pointing her finger, she declared, "Listen up, Phillip! You and I are boyfriend and girlfriend now! We've been on plenty of dates, so we might as well make it official!"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?! But I thought..."

"I was being stupid earlier... Sorry..." the determined woman interrupted, not allowing me to provide any further proof that her declaration didn't make any sense to me. "But I'm your girlfriend now, so you shouldn't be talking to other girls and saving their images... got it?"

"Got it..." I hesitantly responded, after taking a deep gulp.

"You're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend, Phillip."

To be continued...

Chapter 11

Question: Do nice guys really finish last? Well, of course they do. If you could take a glimpse into my life, you'd know that guys like me are taken advantage of all the time, with no consequences. However, as I've reached a new stage in my life, I've learned that there's more to that question than I originally considered.

Do nice guys finish last? Yes! Yes they do. But do nice guys stay in last place their entire lives? Perhaps not... at least... it didn't seem that way in my case...

After, without a shadow of a doubt, the most confusing eight months of my life, I now had a girlfriend; an actual, cute girl who acknowledged me as her boyfriend! Many doubted me, including myself, but there was no more denying it; I, Phillip, had a girlfriend!

I had reached a point in my life, I never thought attainable for a guy like me. I was no longer forever alone. All I had to do was not mess this relationship up, and I'd eventually feel like any other normal guy instead of some lonely creep.

In retrospect, I suppose having a girlfriend wasn't quite the life altering event I expected it to be. To be honest, my life felt pretty much the same as it did, before Tina stepped out and told me she was my girlfriend, before planting her lips against mine. I still walked her to class and studied with her, but we weren't together twenty-four seven like I imagined most couples would be.

Unfortunately, that shocking kiss she gave me would prove to be a rare event. I kind of expected to do that every time I saw her, now that she was my girlfriend, but she would usually hit me with a, "Not right now, Phillip," or, "Not in public."

Tina and I didn't hold hands as much as I would have expected either. It usually only happened when one of the girls from the swim team would wave at me, almost like she was telling them I was taken. However, when it was just us, there wasn't much physical contact at all.

As I've acknowledged, I'm a nice guy... so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. We were together a lot, because finals were going on, and we had to do a lot of studying. And since our relationship was new, and she was my first ever girlfriend, I figured it was best for me to be understanding for the time being.

We were only together for a few weeks, before winter break sent us our separate ways. Tina went back to her hometown, and I went back to mine. I didn't know when it would be appropriate to meet each other's parents, nor did I know the right time to start expecting... other things in a relationship...

I googled how long it takes for couples to have sex, once they are in an actual relationship, because I didn't really have anyone else I could ask. The answers ranged from a couple months all the way up until marriage, depending on where your moral values lie. The latter of which, did not sound too appealing to me... but... well... I sort of already crossed that hurdle in my personal life, hadn't I?

As I attempted to look at my life from an outside perspective, I started to see a few more positives... Yeah, nice guys finish last, but... I had already received a blowjob from a very attractive girl... as well as several handjobs... and quite a few other kinky things that were demeaning in the moment...

Julia was my lifelong bully; the one who had tormented me from childhood up until college. However, I did get to experience things with her, most men would consider me lucky to receive... albeit against my will.

She still hated me; she made that abundantly clear every time we spoke to each other, which had become very seldom as of late. But, I wouldn't have experienced those kinky pleasures, if it hadn't been for her... and her dominant ways...

According to her, it was all to help me get a girlfriend, so I could finally leave her alone. Supposedly, I was some kind of perverted creeper in her eyes, so she had to provide me these experiences, along with a lot of advice, for me to finally end up with someone and not blow it the first chance I get.

As odd as all of that sounded, it had all worked out just as she planned. I now had a girlfriend, and I could finally leave Julia alone. I even texted her, letting her know that Tina and I were now dating, and when I thanked her for helping me, she actually responded, "That's good."

I couldn't quite grasp my relationship with Julia, now that I had a girlfriend. It's not like she really said anything to me, after I made her aware. She still responded to my text messages, but her answers were pretty short. And it didn't feel like she was being cold to me. I suspected that she was just done with me, now that she completed her objective.

Perhaps Julia just didn't have anything to say to me anymore. I had a girlfriend, so I wouldn't be stalking her, like she used to claim. We could finally be out of each other's lives, just as I had always wished... But as I sat in my bedroom back home, the same bedroom my bully had violated me in, around the time this all started, I wondered if I even wanted that anymore.

I guess this wasn't the first time I asked myself that question. The pleasure I received from her against my will was one thing, but I had long been making excuses for her behavior as well. I was an idiot, for constantly rejecting the path that would lead me away from her forever, but there I sat... still thinking about her for some reason...

Of course, I displayed my weakness once again, on a cold winter night. Tina had pretty much stopped texting me, saying that she would just see me when we got back to school. It's not that I was texting Julia as a backup plan; It's just that it was even harder to get my mind off her, when I was preoccupied with absolutely nothing.

"Hey Julia. I hope you're having a good winter break. And once again, thanks for everything."

It was a text message I really didn't expect a response to. I just felt the need to text her that message, even though I had already messaged her similar things, several times before.

Surprisingly, on that night, I finally received an offer to see her again. She had been cordial, but it had been a while since she showed any interest in meeting with me. But on this night, something was different about her...

"Are you at your parent's house right now," she asked?

I felt embarrassed for getting so hard. Though I knew nothing could happen between us, since I had a girlfriend now, I couldn't help but picture Julia with me... alone in my bedroom...

"Yes," I answered, trying to regain my composure. "Why do you ask?"

"I just want to talk privately."

"My parents are home but we can talk."

"I wasn't planning on coming inside," she said, much to my confusion. "I'll text you when I get there. Get in the passenger seat."

Huh?! I reacted silently.Is she going to kidnap me or something?

I knew that wasn't likely, but anything was possible when it came to Julia, especially if she started acting like her old self again.

Eventually, I noticed an unfamiliar car pulling up to my place, as I watched out the window. The headlights went off and a couple seconds later I got a text saying, "I'm here."

I rushed out without putting a coat on. I figured I'd just sit in her car for a minute or two before returning to the house anyway.

Opening the door, I noticed her sitting in the driver's seat, staring straightforward. It was really her, Julia, wearing a little dress with a coat over it. She looked stunning...

She never looked my direction as I took a seat next to her. Her heater was running, but there was a chill going up my spine, as I closed the door and found myself one-on-one with her.

"Umm... hi... Julia..."

"Hi..."

"You look nice..."

She never even looked my direction. "Thanks."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"I might be, after this... I haven't really decided yet..."

"Well, what did you want to talk to me about?"

After a long pause, she let out a sigh. "You should probably stop talking to me," she said, in a monotone voice. "You have a girlfriend now, so you don't have to keep messaging me. You were never supposed to talk to me anyway, remember?"

Nodding my head, I looked forward, as her words repeated in my head. "I do remember you saying that..."

"So, listen this time... seriously..."

Once again, I was presented with an opportunity to escape from my bully forever. It was all I had ever wished for since I first ran into her as a child. However, it was like my heart just wouldn't let me take that pivotal step.

"Does that mean I can't go to any more of your swim meets?" I stupidly asked.

Finally, I got a reaction from Julia as she let out a little gasp. "What? Why would you still want to go to my swim meets?"

"I don't know... Just to support you..."

"No, Phillip... I don't want to know you're in the stands. Just don't purposely go anywhere I am, and don't talk or message me again, got it?"

Perhaps this was the true Julia, being firm with me, because she never wanted me in her life in the first place. All I could do was nod my head and agree to her wishes, because they were also my wishes once... not that long ago...

"May I, at least, ask one more question?" I started, looking around at the inside of the unfamiliar vehicle. "Is this a new car? I thought you drove a white one in high school."

"That was my mom's," she answered in a quiet voice. "I... I sort of ran into some money before college and I bought it from someone online... Any more questions?"

"No... I guess not... I just wanted to say..."

"What is it now?" she interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to thank me, for like the hundredth time, for helping you get a girlfriend?"

"No... It's not that... Well, yeah that too..."

"Then what is it?"

"I um... I..."

"You what?" she asked, starting to sound annoyed.

Letting out a deep breath, I decided to clear my conscience. "I uh... I know you told me to delete those photos you sent me... but I saved them... and Tina saw kind of saw them..."

Finally, Julia turned her head and glared at me, furiously. "You what?!"

I put my hands up defensively. "It was an accident! She was going through my phone... and I deleted our conversation... but I might have saved those images..."

"You idiot! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I told you to delete those photos for a reason! And then you let her go through your phone? You never let your girlfriend go through your phone!"

"I... I... I didn't mean to... And she wasn't my girlfriend at the time... Her seeing those pictures actually led to us dating..."

Julia began pulling her hair, out of frustration. "What the fuck are you even talking about?! That makes no sense!"

"It didn't really make sense to me either," I admitted, as I replayed the confusing sequence of events in my head. "She got mad and asked me why I didn't delete your photos. I told her I kept them because I liked them... and then she kissed me... and told me to delete them because I have a girlfriend now..."

There was a long and awkward pause. Julia stared at me, for what felt like forever... then finally, she asked, "And did you delete them?"

"Um..."

"You didn't, did you?"

"Well, I deleted them from that album... after I downloaded an app to hide them..."

After a second of utter confusion on her face, she slammed her fist against the middle console. "And why didn't you delete them?!"

"I just couldn't..." I admitted, more concerned for the root of my inability, than anything else. "But I'll delete them now if you want... Sorry for not doing it when you told me the first time... And I'm sorry for letting someone else see them..."

"Okay, whatever. I get that you kept them after I told you to delete them, pervert, but why did you not delete them after she told you to get rid of them?"

"Oh, that? I don't know... I don't really care if she wants me to delete them, if I'm being honest. But I will because you want me to."

Once again, I heard a small gasp escape her mouth, as she stared at me like I was an idiot. Slowly, she began shaking her head, and then she whispered, "You idiot..."

I pulled up my phone and opened that app that I used to hide the pictures. "I'll get rid of them now for good... I guess I just had a hard time before because... I really like them..."

"Eh!"

It was like something had gotten stuck in Julia's throat. And as I took my eyes from my phone, and looked over at my longtime bully, I noticed something odd.

Julia somehow looked nervous, and her face was kind of red. I assumed I had creeped her out, with the last comment I made, but I thought it should have been pretty obvious that I liked those photos. I mean, I straight out told her I jerked off to them the night she sent them... among other nights...

"I'm deleting them now," I explained, hoping that would bring her back to normal, so we could end things on a somewhat positive note.

Suddenly, I noticed her hand on my wrist. "Stop," she said, gaining my attention, as I glanced up at her. She suddenly looked like her old self again; so calm and so confident. "You can keep them..."

My eyes lit up, like a child on Christmas morning. "Really?!"

She stared deep into my eyes, making me uncomfortable again. Then as I gulped, she said with a straight face, "Do you want some more?"

"Wait, what?! But... I thought you said..."

Before I could even finish stumbling over my response, she crawled out of her seat and climbed on top of me. "What... What are you doing?"! I asked, looking up at her.

Julia took her coat off and tossed it into the back seat. Now, only in her dress, she brought herself down to my face and planted her lips against mine.

Immediately, I pulled away. "Julia! What are you doing?!"

She stared deep into my eyes and held my jaw with her hand. "What does it look like, Dummy?"

As she tried to plant her lips on me again, I turned my head away, dodging her. "But I have a girlfriend now! We shouldn't be doing this!"

"And you also have pictures of me that she doesn't want you to have, so shut the fuck up and just kiss me."

Once again, she forced herself against my lips. This time, unfortunately, I wasn't able to stop myself from kissing her back. Her body was grinding against mine, and her dress was starting to rise up, allowing me to see her black panties.

I was no longer in control. My dick was so hard, and I could feel her crotch grinding against it. She even placed my hands on her ass, allowing me to squeeze it, as I realized she was wearing a thong again.

In my mind, I knew this was all wrong, but I couldn't control my actions. It wasn't like Julia was going to let me get away, but this wasn't something I had with Tina, so I couldn't help but enjoy having a beautiful woman's tongue in my mouth.

She then paused for a second as she hit the lever and forced my seat to drop back a little. Then as I found myself suddenly on my back, I noticed her lifting herself up so she could pull my pants down.

"No, Julia! I absolutely cannot do that!"

"And just why the fuck not?" she asked, as she ignored my request and left me leaning back, with my pants down to my ankles.

"I have a girlfriend!" I whimpered, trying to get away from her.

She then held me down by my neck with one hand, as she grabbed hold of my cock with the other. "I don't give a fuck," she whispered in a seductive manner, now stroking me with her soft hand. "You seriously think that matters to me?"

"It matters to me! I'm not a cheater! I despise cheaters!"

Looking deep into my eyes, she whispered in a low voice, "Can I tell you something, Phillip?"

I gulped. "What is it?"

Julia pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her voluptuous breasts. Leaning in, she pressed those beautiful tits, that I missed so much, against my body, as she whispered into my ear, "I missed Little Phil, more than I care about your girlfriend."

Immediately, my small dick flinched in her hand, and she must have noticed because she giggled. Then, in her most surprising move yet, she moved her thong out of the way, and sat on my penis, working it into her slit.

I quickly realized what she was doing as my shaft became engulfed in her warmth. My eyes got big, and I shouted, "No! You can't!"

Just like in times before, my struggling amounted to nothing. Her legs were too strong for my fragile body, and she held me by the shoulder and neck as a tight and warm sensation started to consume me.

"Have you figured it out yet?" she whispered, bringing her breasts down into my face. She then began working her body up and down, bouncing on my little cock, as I could do nothing but lean back in fear. "I'm making you fuck me. That's what's happening."

I wanted to escape, but I could no longer resist. As amazing as it felt whenever she used her hands or her mouth to violate me, this warm, slippery feeling was on a different level. Yes, I had a girlfriend, but I was fucking Julia, against my will... and it felt incredible!

Her tits were bouncing in my face, and then she shoved her nipple in my mouth. Like the good, submissive boy I was for her, I wrapped my lips around it and I gave it a suckle.

"Mhmm!" she reacted, matching the volume of my muffled moans. "Use your tongue to play with it, you fucking bad boy!"

Suddenly, the feeling of her pussy, and especially the sound of her moans, became too much for me. My body stiffened up and feminine noises started coming out of my mouth. I couldn't handle the pleasure of what she was doing to me any longer, but there was no way I could tell her.

Julia must have noticed that my eyes had rolled back, because she jumped off at the very last second. As she fell back into her own seat, a stream of my own cum began flying into the air.

"Phillip!" she screamed, making me shrivel up like a scared little boy. "What the fuck?!

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, frantically looking around at the mess I made. "I can clean it up! I just need a towel or something..."