The Making of The Huntress

by Sherry David

  The Making of the Huntress

  Sherry David

  Copyright 2013 Sherry David

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 What Happened?

  Chapter 2 My One and Only Love

  Chapter 3 Paper Perfect

  Chapter 4 Out of Control

  Chapter 5 One True Love?

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  Chapter 1 What Happened?

  Mark is lying next to me after over an hour of trying to fuck my brains out, which I’m not complaining about at all. I’m looking at his angelic face and wondering how much of his current exhaustion is due to our two rounds of sex fighting and how much of it comes from his liquid confidence. At almost thirty Mark can easily pass for about 22 in fact every time we go out women of all ages are always checking him out. On a few occasions while we were out I almost lost my cool when other women were bold enough to send him a drink as if I wasn’t even there. That’s okay though because Mark always makes it clear that I’m the only woman in the room as far as he’s concerned. Over the last two years I have felt like I was dating my best friend, I mean I can talk to Mark about almost anything and we are always finding new things to do together. The only real problem we have is that he doesn’t like to do things with any of my co-workers or college friends. You see I graduated from college and work in a mid-size office, no big deal it’s not like I’m making six figures or anything. Mark on the other hand works at a warehouse, definitely blue collar but he makes an honest living and in our small town his job is one that a lot of people wish they had. The warehouse provides supplies to some major chain stores so it pays pretty well and provides great benefits. Many people would love his job just for the benefits alone. Unfortunately, I recently found out that my supposed best friend has been hiding some dark secrets from me.

  It was about 1:30am last Friday when I received a call “Vanessa, please come and get me I’m on Cedar street at the corner of Ridgeway Av.”, the voice on the other end belonged to Mark but he didn’t sound like himself. Mark’s voice had such a serious tone that I didn’t ask any questions, I just got in my car and went to get him. As I drove to that area I saw a familiar figure walking on the side of the road and pulled over realizing it was Mark. Who is this person? His eyes were blood shot and he was giving me this strange look and the quiet between us was like a brick wall. I had so many questions but he didn’t look prepared to give any answers. Now I’m dying a little inside because for the first time since we’ve been together, I feel strangely uncomfortable. The man sitting next to me might as well have been a stranger. My mind is racing and my thoughts are so loud I feel like he can hear the questions I’m asking him in my head “What’s going on? Where is your damn car? and why am I getting out of my bed at almost 2am? and worse yet why do you smell like a brewery?” He looks at me like I just caught him in bed with my sister or best friend. The look on his face is so sullen like it hurts for us to make eye contact. Finally, I realize I’m going to have to be the one who starts breaking down this wall between us one brick at a time “Mark are you ok?” I asked. He just nodded his head yes, then turned and looked out the window. I am about to boil over because now I know he’s not hurt or anything so what the fuck? “Where’s your car Mark, what’s going on?” I ask although I’m really afraid of his answer. Keeping his face turned away from me he states “I was in an accident and my car is back on 7th Avenue.” Now I’m really going crazy wondering why are we leaving, why didn’t I pick him up at the scene of this accident? Then he starts mumbling as if to himself and all I hear is he can’t go to jail again for this. “Screeeeechhhhhhhhh” I slammed on my brakes and just stopped my car in the middle of the road. Something is seriously wrong here and Mark didn’t even turn his head despite my quick stop. “Mark what the hell is going on and what are you talking about jail?” He just looks at me, totally ignoring my question and asks if I will drop him to his house. I am completely livid by this point, Mark didn’t even attempt to answer my question. Now Mark lives about 30 minutes away from me with his parents and based on how things were going it was going to seem like 3 hours trying to get there.

  Before finishing this story which is starting to seem like the end I have to first discuss how we got to this point. When Mark and I first started dating he had recently finished a tour in the Gulf with the U.S. Marines and was newly divorced which is why he moved in with his parents. Now the thing is we had known each other most of our lives having gone to both middle school and high school together. We lost touch while he was in the marines, during that time he managed to get both married and divorced. They say that happens to a lot of men when they join the military because they miss home and try to create a new one. Mark had only been back a few weeks when we ran into each other in a store. As soon as I saw him I felt twelve years old again, the day I first met him. I had just walked into my geography class and there was the finest boy I’d ever seen. The only desk available was right next to him so I just sat down. I felt very self-conscious because I wasn’t a nerdy kid but I wasn’t exactly part of the popular click either. I just knew this guy had to be part of the popular group because he was just gorgeous, he dressed nice, and he appeared very self-confident. I would soon learn why he was so confident, because every girl in this middle school seemed to be after him. The thing about Mark though was that although he knew he was drop dead gorgeous, he never acted like he knew. When Mark talked to you it was like you were the only person in the world. He had this way of giving you his full attention and you felt very special in that moment. Now I could see why all the girls wanted him beyond his good looks. To make matters worse I was new to a school where the other kids had gone to elementary school together and had been at the middle school for a year before I moved there from New York. Certainly, everyone in this little South Carolina town knew everyone else and they didn’t know me and didn’t seem too interested in getting to know me. That is, everyone but Mark, he beamed right in on me knowing I was the new girl. Mark started talking to me and kind of took me under his wing, occasionally he would flirt with me but most of the time I felt he treated me like a little cousin that needed looking after. Due to Mark accepting me, I was able to make quite a few friends quickly since everyone knew him. I was on cloud nine, not only was I rapidly finding my way in this new school but every day I got to sit next to Mark and laugh or smile at his crazy di
scussions and comments. I don’t know if he knew it at the time but he totally paved my way, and made my life a lot easier. Prior to people finding out I was friends with Mark, I was constantly harassed about being a Yankee and asked why I talked so funny. In one sense it was very frustrating but in another it was funny that all these thick accented people who spoke very slowly actually thought I was the one who talked funny.

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  Chapter 2 My One and Only Love

  In order for you to truly understand how my relationship with Mark led me to becoming a single lady huntress, I would have to tell you about the three other relationships I’d had before him. In my very first relationship, I was a twenty year old virgin trying to keep myself for marriage, needless to say that didn’t happen. So I gave my long held, precious virginity to a man seven years older than me. He definitely took advantage of me being extremely green and coming out of a home that centered on a very restrictive religion. It was like I was a spring being pressed down tightly and my first boyfriend Lou, just let loose of the spring quickly causing me to just go out of control bouncing everywhere. He also turned out to be a drug addict who had managed to hide it very well. Yes, he was the man that turned me into a certified nymphomaniac. I will say that accept for the drug thing and having to hide valuable things when he was around, I really enjoyed his company. This man had a nice, thick long penis that felt like valium when he was inside of me. It transported me to another place where nothing mattered but the intense pleasure that began between my legs but seemed to spread throughout my whole body. I’ll be honest Lou taught me everything about sex including the art of oral sex. I will say art since oral sex isn’t as simple as it seems. Oral sex has a lot of mental factors involved and the act itself is only good when other parts of the body are involved in the process. Through thorough exploration we found parts of the body that required each other’s attention before we diving right into each other’s genitalia.

  For my part I would give him a sensual massage, mostly using my tongue. I would begin at the top of his actual head, then go down to his face there I would trace his nose with my tongue taking time to lightly kiss his eyes, next I would spend time around his ears and neck. Then again using my tongue I would travel down his chest stopping at his groin area right above the hairline. While there sometimes I would give his second head a light kiss but then quickly move on to his inner thigh, traveling down to his knee where I would make circles around the back of his knee with my tongue. By this point he would be writhing and begging me to come back up, usually I would have him already tied to the headboard and explain that if he touched me all his fantasies for the night would come crushing down. Consequently, this experience was not just for him, it allowed me to become extremely turned on in the process. During sex we would take turns being in control and to be honest once I had learned a few things I was the controller more often than not. Next I slid my tongue over to the other leg and started with the circles behind that knee then licked a trail up to his very large penis that was standing fully erect by this point. In fact at the top of his thigh it kept hitting me in the head but I certainly didn’t mind as I relished how good it was going to feel once it was inside me. Now because I’m a person who loves props, I would have fruit ready especially pineapples I would try to make the pineapple slices fit around his penis but it wasn’t happening. I would end up cutting them in half and putting the two halves around his massive dick. Then I would dive in treating him like the sundae he was paying a lot of attention to his sack where I had dropped some pineapple syrup. I would then cup his balls with my mouth while stroking his penis and watching as he went crazy. Then I put either frozen flavored popsicles or frozen pineapples into my mouth and go to town on his medicine stick. Lou’s penis was just a little shorter than a ruler and had a way of giving me the medicine I needed to feel sooooo much better. My rule of no touching still applied and he would beg me to let him loose so he could join in but there was no way. I loved watching his body shake and the small tremors that would take place since by this point almost anything I did to him was a turn on and his body responded to it all.

  I finally, broke up with Lou after having had too many near fights with a girl I went to high school with because of him. I say because of him, since he was seeing this other girl but did everything in his power to keep me from knowing it. Lacking respect for Tanya and wanting to keep me he tried to have his cake and eat it too. Lou really couldn’t stop seeing the girl because she accepted him exactly as he was and in fact was glad to have him no matter how he came to her even when he was all drugged up. Contrarily, when he was around me he would have to work hard trying not to act like the loser drug addict he was. In fact Tanya wanted Lou so bad that she would give him money to go get high. Basically, Lou still wanted to be in public with me and most definitely share my bed but then creep to Tanya’s house in the wee hours of the night or any free time he could find. Lou gave Tanya what she needed so that she could give him money to get what he needed.

  You would think when a woman sleeps with another woman’s man she would bow down and know her place. Not Tanya she would catch me out by myself and if she was with some of her friends she would start yelling calling me all kinds of bitches and saying what she was going to do to me. Unfortunately, she made me so upset that I would resort to verbally assaulting her as well. I would remind her that I was his woman and the one he took places while she was his hoe whom he just took from. Once I said that it was on and we would almost end up fighting. That’s really embarrassing since I pride myself on carrying myself like a lady, and my interactions with her were never really ladylike. In fact, I had gotten so tired of her harassing me about Lou, that one day I was riding through a parking lot and Tanya and a few of her friends were standing outside Marshalls when they started yelling calling me a bitch. Normally, I would have kept riding but I must have popped a blood vessel or something because I promptly turned my car around and went back to them. I jumped out of my car and asked “Does someone here have a problem with me?” Now understand this is soooo out of character for me but I was tired of dealing with Tanya’s bullshit and I was only about 22. Suddenly no one had anything to say and the girl Tanya started telling me how bad Lou was and how he treated her. She then went into detail about how he would come to her house, she would cook for him, they would have sex and then he would leave and go back to my bed. It all became too real though when she went on to tell me “By the way did Lou tell you I was pregnant?” Well as hard as it was going to be to let go of my first love I decided then and there I had to get off that train.

  Tanya being pregnant from Lou took things to another level which caused me to promptly break up with him. The breakup consumed him, he wanted me back bad and was doing everything he could to convince me the baby wasn’t his. I believe that some men feel they have some kind of ownership rights in us. In Lou’s case I think he just didn’t want anyone else to touch the virgin property he had acquired. He wanted to be my one and only while he was out doing whatever and whoever he wanted. One night I was lying in my bed and I received an anonymous call, it turned out to be Tanya. “Hi Vanessa, I wanted to talk to you about Lou, why did you break up with him?” I then went on to tell her she had wanted him for years so why wasn’t she happy I’d given him to her. She went on to tell me she was dating a deputy sheriff in the next town over and that he was her baby’s father, not Lou. The heart wants what it wants so for a short time I gave Lou another chance, besides he was fantastic in the sack and he was my first and so far only.

  Then came the tragic night when Tanya was ready to have her baby, she kept trying to call Lou but he wouldn’t answer, once again I asked him if it was his baby, he stated no. So later that night we went by his grandmother’s house to visit her and Tanya and her mother were sitting there waiting in their car. Upon getting out of her car she started crying and cussing then questioned Lou “You’d rather be with this bitch than be with me when I’m about to have your baby”? This is hilariou
s and insanely sad at the same time since both she and Lou had insisted he was not the father. However, now it was time and she wanted her child’s father to go with her to the hospital especially since she was a high-risk delivery due to a pre-existing condition.

  This dose of reality became even more real, which I didn’t think was possible when Tanya’s mother jumped out of the car and ran up to me yelling. She proceeded to cuss me out and then took it to a physical level by poking me in my chest. Now I am by no means a trouble starter but I will not allow myself to be assaulted without defending myself. I stood there thinking this is crazy I’m 23 years old about to get into a fight with this 50 year old lady who should be upset with her daughter but instead is taking it out on me. You see Mrs. Rollings was upset that Tanya wouldn’t get back in the car and go to the hospital since they believed she was in labor and as it turned out she was. That night I knew there would be no more Vanessa and Lou. I was done, so much for having a one and only. Anyway, Tanya had Lou’s daughter, she was born prematurely and suffered from a host of health issues and to this day Tanya has stayed with Lou, eventually marrying him while he was incarcerated. The funny thing is that although she is now Lou’s wife she still always comes second to whatever new woman Lou is seeing and goes around still trying to fight over him. Whenever, I run into them, I just smile at the bullet I dodged because just think I too could have been Mrs. Lou Waters.(LMAO)