Chuck was a year behind me in college. He and five of his high school friends had moved from the rural part of the state to go to the big state school in the big city. Three of his high school friends were in my pledge class and three were in his. These six guys along with Dick (the omega), and Kurt were my core group of friends in College.
Chuck was and is a quite man with a dry sense of humor. He often used this to great result with the ladies. It wasn’t too long after he joined the fraternity that he started dating a gal a couple years senior to him. Kirsten was a real sweetheart, if a bit timid for my tastes. Kirsten was 5-foot nothing, long blond hair, and a proportionate body. Still she was an HB5 at best, but in my estimation, her personality was good enough to add a point to that.
By the end of Chuck’s sophomore year and Kirsten’s senior year, Chuck was still dating Kirsten and had instigated enough moves in private that Kirsten wasn’t as innocent as she had been when she’d met Chuck. Unfortunately for Chuck and Kirsten, Kirsten’s parents weren’t too happy with their daughter’s choice in men. While both Chuck and Kirsten had talked about marriage, they decided that they would put it on hold while Kirsten went to the Army OCS and Chuck finished school.
Two things happened during this separation. Chuck while outwardly faithful to Kirsten, secretly started seeing another gal. The only reason I knew about it was that his secret squeeze had tried to hook up with me and I’d rejected her. Seeing as how Chuck and I were in the same group of friends, she moved on and found Chuck more receptive to fooling around. Imagine me heading out early one summer morning only to see this gal step out of Chucks room and do the walk of shame. The other thing that happened during this separation was that Kirsten’s parents went to work on Kirsten to get her to dump Chuck. By the time Kirsten was stationed at the base about a hour and a half from the big city the damage was done and the relationship was over.
Chuck’s junior year at the university was uneventful. By the summer he was looking to hook up with one of the female borders staying at the fraternity house. That’s when he met his little carioca girl. She was half brazilian and half american and 100% bitch-slut. Dark skinned and curved in all the right places, she had a HB10 body with and HB4 face. From the neck down you’d want to explore every inch, from the neck up not so much.
Chuck wooed her and suceeded in hooking up. But he wasn’t content to stop there. He wanted more. Pretty soon they were an exclusive item. Chuck started riding the estrogen roller coaster. His moods completely predicated on her moods. Did she pay attention to him, did she reject him. She used push-pull on him and he lapped it up. Watch the little doggie do some tricks.
Carioca girl loved male attention. She loved a guy who would play daddy for her and alternately spoil and punish her. She wanted to be dominated and Chuck wasn’t really good at that.
I remember one summer morning she came in to my room under some pretense which I can’t recall anymore. She sat down on the edge of my bed and started a coversation which turned sexual pretty quickly. IOI’s were there, but Chuck was my buddy and I did and do believe in friends first. Anyway, she challenged me to unhook her bra one handed since she ‘claimed’ she’d never met a man who could do this. Pretty flimsy pretense. I reached over and slid my hand up and down her back to get a quick idea of the clasp and then in one flick unhooked it completely. Out tumbled her double D breasts under her shirt. She caught herself, fumbled about a bit and re-hooked her bra. She laughed and told me that there was no way I could do it again. I agreed and then proceeded to unhook it one more time for good measure. After that we were joined by her roommate and the moment was thankfully over.
At the end of summer, Chuck and I moved out of the fraternity house and got our own apartment. He still had his senior year, and I’d gotten my first job out of college. That job was an education for me on the true nature of women in the work force, but that’s a story for another time. Chuck and Carioca would spend the weekends together at our apartment and have noisy sex that the walls were too thin to completely block out. For the most part Chuck’s senior year was uneventful.
By the end our our year long lease, Chuck and I were looking to rent a house with Chuck’s brother and another of our fraternity brothers named Jim. Jim was a piece of work to say the least. He was in Chuck’s pledge class and was one of his old high school buddies. Jim was as SWPL as they come, but fancied himself a blue collar man. When he was going on a serious binge he’d dress up on a one piece blue coverall with nothing on underneath. By the time he was black out drunk he’d be looking to peel the coverall off and wander around naked looking for female companionship. Needless to say, this didn’t work too well.
We found a house not too far from the university and everything looked good, but then Chuck approached the rest of us and asked if Carioca girl could move in too. Chuck’s brother and I didn’t care, and Jim was non-committal. Carioca moved in. Things seemed to be going fine for the first 6 months we were in the house. We threw a spring party. My girlfriend at the time was feeling rambunctious, so we retired to the bedroom and missed the fireworks between Chuck and Carioca girl. By the end of that weekend it appeared to be over between the two of them.
Chuck moved his stuff to the basement of the house. Carioca girl kept the master bedroom. Two people under the same roof who at this point are not getting along. Carioca girl set out to hurt Chuck in the only way she knew how. They hadn’t been broken up more than 24 hours and she shows up with some pasty emo beta dude and proceeds to have a LOUD fuck session. The next night, it’s a different guy. In two weeks she fucked 10 different guys and she made sure Chuck knew about every one of them.
By the second or third night, Chuck was going crazy. He was questioning himself and why he’d ever broken up with her. Jim told him he was being a fucking idiot. I told him he did the right thing. But Chuck couldn’t hear any of it. Jim took to refering to Carioca as ‘cunt’ to her face. Things around the house were breaking down fast.
By the end of the first week, Chuck was contemplating the unthinkable. He was thinking of begging Carioca girl to take him back. By the end of the second he could no longer stand her catting ways. He took Carioca girl out on a date and patched things up with her. Jim was beyond pissed off at both Chuck and Carioca girl. Me, I suppose I was pissed, but I was thankful it wasn’t me stuck in a nightmare relationship. I’d done one of those once, and learned the hard way that nothing a woman says can be taken at face value.
Shortly before the lease on the house was up, I decided to leave. Go someplace that wasn’t the big city I went to college in. I went all SWPL and took an extended trip out of the country. During that time, Chuck and Carioca girl got engaged and then married. I hear it was a nice little ceremony. Jim was there, sitting in the back, being crude, rude, and vulgar. Mostly directed at the bride. There wasn’t a guest there that didn’t hear the words, slut, whore, among others directed at Carioca girl.
A couple of years later Carioca girl gave birth to a son. Two years after that, she gave birth to another son. I’m pretty sure at least one of them is Chuck’s. Carioca girl has a higher prestige job and makes about double what Chuck does. She lords it over him, and he’s her kitchen bitch. She regularly updates her facebook wall with the latest shiny trinket or pair of shoes she’s bought. Twice a year she goes to Las Vegas with girlfriends and without Chuck or her kids. She says it’s for the shopping and the spas, but I’m not really buying it. Once a slut, always a slut.
