Bobby's Break-up
by Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Poor Bobby.... First his heart was broken; then his arm was broken.

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This is a prequel to a story I wrote called "Breaking Up Is Hard to Do". It is
not necessary to read that story to enjoy this one. However, if you find that
you like this story, you might want to read that one too. Also if you like
this story and you'd like me to write a story just for you, I do write stories
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Bobby could hardly believe the events of the last twenty-four hours. He kept
going over them in his head again and again. A girl had broken up with him.
Him! No girl had ever broken up with Bobby Fuller before. Then again, Susie
was no ordinary girl. She was the only girl that ever brought Bobby to his
knees.

When she told him the day before that it was over, Bobby actually got down on
his knees and begged Susie to give him another chance. And even before that,
Susie had always had the upper hand in their relationship and had driven Bobby
to his knees many times.

Before Susie, no girl had ever gotten the best of Bobby. In the past, girls
had always pursued him. THEY were the ones who cried and begged and pleaded
when it was over. It has always been that way with him. In tenth grade Bobby
was dating two hot college girls - usually at the same time - while also
fucking his hot Spanish language teacher on the side.

And why shouldn't Bobby be incredibly successful with women. He'd always been
tall, athletic and ruggedly handsome. He also had a cool, confident
personality and an oozing charisma that drew the women to him like bees to
honey.

But he more than met his match with Susie. Susie had long, bouncy blonde hair
and a gorgeous girl-next-door face. The word "bouncy" could also be used to
describe her effervescent personality and her smokin' hot 36DDD-23-34 body.
She also had a tight, perfect, round ass and pleasingly thick, shapely leg. To
put it simply, Susie was 5'4" inches of feminine, physical perfection. When
Bobby began dating Susie, he found the woman that he thought he could actually
settle down with.

Bobby was used to dating two or three women at a time. Not only did he not
want any other women when he was with Susie, but he discovered that it would
be unwise - even perilous - to risk making her unhappy.

And then suddenly she was standing before him yesterday telling him that it
was over. He pleaded with her to explain, "Please, Susie, please tell me what
I did wrong. Whatever it was, I'll fix it. I'll change." The idea that he
would or should ever change just to please a woman had never occurred to him
before.

"No, Bobby, you've been great. You've been very kind to me. It's nothing
you've done," Susie said in the sweet way she had of saying things. "You've
been a very loving and obedient boyfriend."

The word "obedient" rankled Bobby. It's true. Almost from the start Susie had
been the boss in their relationship. Bobby really had no choice in the matter.

"If all that's true," said Bobby, "Then please tell me why you're dumping me."
He then fell to his knees at Susie's feet - a position that he'd assumed many
times before - and begged her. "Please, tell me why you're leaving me. There
HAS to be something I can do."

Susie looked at Bobby with sad eyes. Despite the fact that she knew for sure
that it was over, she was still very fond of him. She supposed that she owed
it to him to at least tell him the truth. She took a deep breath and said,
"Okay, Bobby; you deserve an explanation. The truth is... I've fallen in love
with another man."

"Another...." Bobby could not even bring himself to say the word "man". How
could it be that Susie was leaving him for another man? HE was the ultimate
man. He as much as said so. "But, Susie, how could there be another man?" The
stood up and took off his shirt exposing his magnificent build. "Look at me,"
he said.

It's true that Bobby was an impressive physical specimen. He was 6'4" and
weighed 187 pounds. He had big, ripped muscles, a manly chest and hard
six-pack abs. Both his face and body looked as if he'd been carved out of
stone by Michelangelo in an effort to create the idea masculine form. He even
flexed him biceps and said, "And just the other day I bench pressed almost
four hundred pounds."

"I know you have a beautiful body, Bobby," Susie acknowledged, "As you know
I've spent a lot of time exploring it in the past." The way she said "in the
past" made Bobby want to cry. It sounded so final. "And bench pressing almost
four hundred pounds is nice I guess, but you know that doesn't impress me. You
also know why it doesn't impress me."

"Okay, so maybe I do, but.... Please, Susie, please don't say it's over. You
couldn't have found a guy who looks better than me. You couldn't have!"

"Maybe not to most people, but to me, Wilbur looks perfect."

"WILBUR!?!?" Bobby couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wilbur was a fellow
who had recently moved in down the hall from Susie's apartment. Bobby knew
that Susie had been spending some time with Wilbur during the times she wasn't
with him. Still, it never occurred to him - never in ten million years - that
Wilbur was anything for him to worry about.

Wilbur was one of the puniest male specimens that Bobby had ever laid eyes on.
It was more than just his 5'2" size. Wilbur was puny in just about every way
imaginable. He wore thick glasses and had thinning, stringy hair like Woody
Allen's hair in the early seventies. He had sort of a sunken chest, a slight
pot belly and skinny arms and legs. He looked like he didn't weigh one hundred
pound soaking wet, and Bobby doubted that he could even lift his own weight.

Plus, Wilbur was too old for Susie. Susie was only twenty-two and Bobby was
twenty-three. Wilbur was in his late thirties at least. To Bobby, Wilbur
seemed like such a nobody. He'd met Susie's neighbor a few times, but Wilbur
was such a nonentity that he'd hardly registered with Bobby at all.

"You're leaving me for Wilbur?!" Bobby asked. He wanted to say "that wimp
Wilbur" but he was afraid of making Susie angry.

"Yes," replied Susie, "I want you to know, I didn't see this coming, Bobby. I
didn't mean for it to happen. It started out very innocent. Wilbur would drop
by my apartment from time to time. We had dinner together once or twice. But
then last night...."

Bobby braced himself. "What?" he asked,

"Last night Wilbur took me into his spindly arms and made sweet, sweet love to
me." As Susie said this, a tiny shudder of passion swept through her body.

"This is just insane," said Bobby, "How can you love him more than me?"

"I can't explain it, Bobby; all I can tell you is that I didn't know what love
or passion was until I felt Wilbur inside me for the first time. Then I knew
immediately that I would never love anyone other than him. I knew without
question that it was over between you and me. Forever.

Bobby fell back down to his knees. "Please, Susie, I'll do whatever you say.
I...I'll let you sleep with him on the side! Only, please, don't dump me for
Wilbur. Please," Bobby begged. Then he dropped even lower and began kissing
Susie's feet. "Please, Susie, I don't want to - I can't - live without you.
Please, don't break my heart like this."

"I'm sorry, Bobby, but Wilbur would never allow me to sleep with another man,
and I have to do whatever he says. I love him so much." Susie turned to leave,
but when she got to the door she turned back around and said, "Wilbur says
it's okay for us to remain friends. I hope we can still be friends, Bobby."
Why do women always say that like it's some big consolation?

That was yesterday. Today, Bobby was lingering in the shadows near the front
entrance of Susie's apartment building. He was waiting for Wilbur to come home
from work. He knew that he couldn't do anything to Susie, but he could sure as
hell do something to Wilbur.

Bobby wasn't thinking entirely rationally. He only had sort of a half- baked
scheme in his head. He was hoping that he could scare Wilbur into staying away
from Susie, but he was prepared to use violence if necessary.

He waited for more than two hours when he finally saw Wilbur approaching the
front door of the apartment building. Bobby followed Wilbur into the lobby of
the building. There were no other people around. Bobby grabbed Wilbur by the
arm and spun him around. "Wait a minute runt; I want to talk to you!"

Wilbur looked at Bobby and said in a calm voice, "Bobby, I'm glad you're here.
I want to talk to you too." This was the last thing that Bobby was expecting.
He decided to ratchet up the intimidation.

Bobby grabbed Wilbur by his collar and pulled him up close to his face and
said, "Listen, runt, you're going to stop fucking my girlfriend. You got
that!"

Wilbur, of course, was afraid, but he spoke in a calm steady voice. "First of
all, Bobby, I prefer the term 'making love'. However, I understand that you're
upset. I would be too if I was in your shoes. Susie and I both feel awful that
you had to be hurt by our love, but sometimes that's just the way the cookie
crumbles."

"The way the cookie crumbles? Was this guy for real?" thought Bobby. Wilbur
did seem genuinely upset that Bobby was hurt, and Bobby didn't think it was
only because he was afraid of getting his ass kicked.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I genuinely am. But Susie and I love each other, and that's
all there is to it."

"That's NOT all there is to it, runt!" Bobby scowled. He began to shake Wilbur
violently. "You may think you're sorry, but you won't even know what sorry is
until I get through with you!"

Wilbur remained calm. "Bobby, for your own sake, please stop this now."

"What do you mean 'for my own sake'?" Bobby asked.

Suddenly, Bobby's left arm was seized by a dainty looking hand that possessed
a grip like steel. One twist of the wrist attached to that dainty looking
hand, and Bobby's arm was snapped like a twig. "He means stop before I get
involved," said Susie. "Unfortunately for you, it's too late."

Bobby tried hard not to scream at the pain of having his arm broken. The bone
was poking out just short of breaking through the skin. Bobby's eyes filled
with tears. "Please, Susie, no!"

Bobby felt intense pain as Susie's tiny left fist hit him on the side of the
mouth knocking him across the apartment building lobby. He could feel his
mouth filling up with blood and several teeth.

He looked up in time to see Susie grabbing him by his collar and lifting him
up off the ground. She began to shake him violently. "You like to shake people
weaker than you, huh? So how does it feel to be shaken by someone a lot
stronger than you?"

It was true. Little 5'4" Susie with the delicate, soft, feminine features and
the 36DD breasts was much, much stronger than the 6'4", 187 pound Bobby. He
could bench press almost four hundred pounds, but Susie could lift almost ten
times more than that with one hand. That's the reason she was not impressed
with Bobby's strength. It's also the reason why she was the boss of their
former relationship.

There were a few times when Bobby tried to challenge Susie's authority in the
past. At those times, Susie would physically overpower him and drive him to
his knees with her superior strength. Typically she would not allow him back
up until he acknowledged her superiority by groveling, begging and kissing her
feet.

When Susie stopped shaking her ex-boyfriend, he did something he'd never done
before. Summoning up as much courage and strength as he could, Bobby punched
Susie with a hard right cross to her jaw. He could feel the bones in his hand
crush from the impact. His hardest punch only made Susie angrier.

Her eyes spat fire. "You would sink so low as to put your hands on a woman?"
Susie asked. It seemed like a strange question under the circumstances. Seeing
how angry she was, Bobby fell to his knees and bowed his head.

"Go ahead and kill me if you want to," he sobbed. "I couldn't fight back if I
wanted to. My left arm is broken. So is my right hand." He spit out several
teeth. "And you knocked out a bunch of my teeth. Go ahead and kill me. If I
can't have you I'd just as soon be dead anyway."

Susie was so mad that she picked Bobby up and got him in a bear hug. The
cracking of several of his ribs was audible from several feet away. Bobby
quickly passed out from the pain and was as lifeless as a rag doll.

Wilbur spoke sternly, "Okay, Susie, that's enough!"

Susie looked at Wilbur and said, "But I'm not finished with him yet."

"Yes, you are," insisted Wilbur, "I demand that you put him down this
instant."

Susie looked at Wilbur with fear filled eyes. She was afraid that she had
displeased her man. Wilbur's face was firm and unyielding. "Yes, Sir," Susie
said as she gently lowered Bobby's unconscious form to the floor.

Wilbur called an ambulance and he and Susie waited with Bobby until he was
taken to the nearest hospital.

Later that night when they were in bed, Susie pressed her superlative female
form against Wilbur and said, "Please, Wilby, please fuck me."

"Susie, you know I prefer the term 'making love'. Besides, I'm not in the
mood," said Wilbur.

Susie sat up in bed and cupped her 36DD tits in her hands and said, "Would you
like me to wrap these around your cute little dick, Wilby?"

"Not right now," said Wilbur.

She flexed her arms and two hard, round 14" biceps popped up. "Would you like
to kiss and lick my big muscles? You enjoyed that last night and this
morning."

Wilbur considered this. He did so enjoy kissing and licking Susie's big
muscles. However, he shook his head no.

She lay down and pressed her sexy body tight against his again. He could feel
every hard and soft curve of her amazing body. Her body radiated power and
feminine sensuality. She whispered in his ear using her sexiest voice. "Do you
want me to lift you into the air and suck your cock until you explode?"

"Maybe later" he replied with the confidence of someone who knew that Susie
would do whatever he told her to do, whenever he told her to do it.

Finally, Susie's eyes filled with tears. "Please, Wilby, tell your Susie-bear
what's wrong."

"If you must know," said Wilbur, "I'm still miffed at you. I had to tell you
twice today to stop beating up on Bobby."

"But, Wilby, I couldn't help myself. He made me so made with the way he was
picking on my sweet little Wilby-poo."

"I appreciated that, Susie, but darn it! I'm the man in this relationship, and
that means that when I give you an order, you'd better obey it the first time
or, gosh darn it, suffer the consequences!"

Susie didn't hesitate for a nanosecond. "You're right, Wilby-poo; from now on
you're the boss, and I'll do whatever you order me to do the first time."

"That's better" said Wilbur "And I want you to go to the hospital tomorrow and
apologize to Bobby for beating him up so badly."

"Yes, Wilbur," Susie said submissively. "Now will you give me permission to
crawl under the covers and suck your sweet baby gherkin?"

"Yes you may," said Wilbur with an air of generosity.

Just before Susie disappeared under the covers she said, "Wilby-poo, I love
you so much. You know that, right? You own me; you rule my world."

Wilbur settled in with his hands behind his head and said, "Tell me something
I don't know, Susie-bear."

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