Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
 ...Especially when the girl you break up with is like Susie.


This is a story I wrote just for fun. Every now and then a story pops into my
head almost fully formed. This is one of those stories. I hope you like it.
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Bobby was sitting nervously at the table in the small diner. He kept glancing
up at the clock on the wall. She was a few minutes late, but there was nothing
unusual about that. She was always a few minutes late. That was one of the
little things that she used to do that would annoy him. Now? Now he would give
anything just to be annoyed by her.

Of course, HE got there early. This only made the wait seem that much longer.
For the hundred and forty-third time in the ten minutes since he'd been there,
he looked at the front door and then back at the clock again. Where was she?

As he waited, he anxiously rolled the quarter he always carried with him back
and forth across the fingers of his left hand. It was a habit he picked up as
a boy. Originally it was an exercise to improve his manual dexterity. Now he
could roll that quarter back and forth for hours and hardly notice he was
doing it. It was only one of the many things Bobby did to try to maintain his
body at peak physical perfection.

How had he gotten to this pathetic state he asked himself. How could he let a
woman get to him like this? Hadn't he always been The Man when it came to
women? Hadn't he ALWAYS been able to get whatever woman he wanted? Hell!
Hadn't he always been able to get whatever TWO women he wanted if it came to
that? And yet here he was sitting nervously by himself in a diner waiting on
his ex-girlfriend Susie with sweaty palms and a lump in his throat the size of
a walnut. He didn't even know what he was going to say to her. He only knew
that somehow he had to get her to come back to him.

Susie was special he told himself, and he knew that he was right. She wasn't
like any other girl or woman he'd ever been with. No female could do the
things Susie did to him. No other woman could make him feel so ... so ...

"Are you sure I can't get you anything else besides that coffee, sweetie?" He
looked up. The hot waitress was hovering over him. This was the fourth time
she checked on him in ten minutes.

"Oh, no thanks, I'm fine," he said flashing his winning smile at her. "I'm
expecting a friend any minute though, and she might want something."

"Oh. Well...when SHE gets here I'll check back."

As she walked off Billy watched her tight ass sway back and forth in her cute
little waitress outfit. He thought to himself, "I could have her if I wanted.
I could take her home tonight and fuck her easy." He was right, and he knew
it. He noticed how extra attentive she'd been to him. He saw how disappointed
she was when she discovered that his friend was a "she". Billy was used to
women treating him this way. At one time Susie treated him this way.

He was tall, extremely handsome and had big muscles. At twenty-four he was in
his prime. Even when he was a boy, girls always paid a lot of attention to
him. He was the only boy in his eighth grade class to be invited to the high
school prom. Not only was he invited but his senior girlfriend was voted prom
queen. By the time he was in tenth grade, he was dating two college women plus
sleeping with his hot Spanish language teacher on the side.

"Why can't I get over this obsession with Susie?" he asked himself, but he
knew the reason. "Susie is so beautiful," he thought, "And sweet and fun to be
with, and, oh my God, Susie is so -"

His stream of thought was abruptly interrupted by the sight of Susie bouncing
through the door. Susie bounced wherever she went. This was just her normal
enthusiastic stride. She was 5'4" with long blonde hair that always seemed to
bounce as well. With her amazing 36DD-23-34 figure, her hair wasn't the only
part of her that bounced all the time.

Susie flashed her heart-melting smile when she saw Bobby and sat down across
from him in the diner booth. "Hi, Bobby, it's good to see you. You're looking
great. Have you been working out?" There was nothing the least bit false about
Susie's cheerful and complimentary greeting.

"Yeah, I have been working out," replied Bobby. "I'm benching almost four
hundred pounds now." He said this hoping to impress her, even though he knew
it wouldn't.

Susie looked at the quarter in Bobby's left hand rolling back and forth, back
and forth. She knew him well enough to know that this was something he did
when he was nervous or upset. Her beautiful, girl-next-door face crinkled with
concern. It distressed her to know that he was anxious. It bothered her even
more knowing that she was the source of his anxiety. Even though they were
broken up, she still cared a great deal for Bobby.

"Thanks, for meeting me here, Susie," Bobby said, "I ... I really appreciate
it."

"No problem," she responded, "I talked it over with Wilbur, and he said it was
okay." Susie noticed how Bobby's body stiffened at the very mention of
Wilbur's name.

"Oh! Wilbur said it was okay, huh? Well, I'm glad to know that Wilbur
approves," Bobby said with bitterness and disdain.

Just then the waitress interrupted. "Can I get you anything?" she asked Susie
rather icily.

Susie said, "Um, I'll just have a coffee, a double cheeseburger some French
fries and a slice of banana cream pie." Bobby smiled at this despite his
bitterness. He always marveled at Susie's ability to eat whatever she wanted
and never gain any weight.

The waitress refilled Bobby's coffee cup. "Anything else for you, Handsome?"
She wanted Susie to know that she had some competition.

"No thanks, I'm fine," Bobby replied.

"You bet you are!" the waitress said, hoping that Bobby would catch her double
meaning.

As the waitress walked away, Susie smiled at her ex-boyfriend and said
encouragingly, "Wow! Does she have a crush on you or what? You should ask her
out; she's cute!"

"Aw, come on, Susie, you know I'm not going to ask her out, and you know why."

"Bobby, do we have to talk about this again? Can't we just enjoy our visit?"
Susie asked.

"Why? Wouldn't Wilbur approve?" he asked his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"As a matter of fact, Wilbur told me that this was probably why you wanted to
meet me, but he said I should go anyway. He said that it might help you to
talk about it with me. He said that if I wanted to still be friends with you
that it was important for me to hear you out even if it does make me feel
uncomfortable. He pointed out that you might not have anyone else you could
talk to about this."

Bobby could hardly stand knowing that Wilbur was pleading his case for him. He
would feel much better about hating Wilbur's guts if he didn't know that
Wilbur was such a nice guy. Bobby's greatest fear was that maybe Wilbur really
was a better man than him.

"Well . . . he couldn't keep you from meeting me anyway," Bobby pointed out.

"He most certainly could," said Susie, "He could forbid me from seeing you if
he wanted."

"Wait! How could HE forbid YOU from doing anything?" Bobby asked. The quarter
in his left hand was going faster and faster.

"Bobby, Wilbur is my man now. I do whatever he tells me to do."

Hearing this drove Bobby crazy. "It wasn't like that when we dated," he
pointed out. "When we dated you did whatever you pleased, and there wasn't a
thing I could do about it. In fact, you told ME what to do and didn't hesitate
putting me in my place if I didn't obey."

"That's true," Susie admitted. "Sometimes when I think about how I treated
you, I wonder why you want me back at all," Susie said.

Just then the waitress dropped off Susie's order. She also refilled Bobby's
coffee for him without being asked. She looked directly into Bobby's eyes and
said, "Let me know if there's ANYTHING else I can get you." She purposely
didn't say "you two". She was directing this comment entirely at Bobby, and
she wasn't being subtle about it either. She even put her hand on his shoulder
to make sure she had his attention and said in a voice that was dripping with
innuendo, "Seriously, Handsome, ANYTHING you want." She even put an extra sass
in her shay as she walked off.

"Wow! Is she into you," Susie observed. "I guess I should be a little bit
offended. For all she knows we could still be together."

It hurt Bobby to hear Susie say "we could still be together". The way she said
it made their relationship sound like such a thing of the past. A thought
entered his mind - a thought that made his blood run cold. Could it really be
positively, definitively over between them? Had she really left him for good
for that little wimp Wilbur? He wanted to lash out at her, but he knew it
would not be smart - or safe - to do so. Instead, he lashed out at Wilbur.

"So what makes HIM so great? What makes HIM better than me? What makes HIM so
worthy?"

A hint of anger flashed in Susie's eyes. "If you ask me, you should be
grateful to Wilbur. It was quite generous of him to give me permission to meet
with you like this since the last time you saw us together you threatened to
beat him up. In fact, I think you would have beaten him up if it hadn't of
been for . . . well, you know."

Yes, Bobby DID know. The "well, you know" Susie referred to included a broken
arm and a week-long stay in the hospital for Bobby. He wanted to tell Susie
that he felt like finding Wilbur right then and beating the ever-loving shit
out of him, but, of course, he didn't.

He just could not understand how Susie could leave a man like him for a
little, four-eyed pipsqueak like Wilbur. He was 5'2" and probably didn't weigh
over one hundred pounds soaking wet. He wasn't handsome and he wasn't
athletic. Bobby doubted whether the runt could beach press his own weight.

Because he didn't dare say what was on his mind, Bobby didn't know WHAT to say
to Susie. He reached his free right hand across the table. He was a little
shocked - and grateful - when Susie reached her left hand out and took it.
Just the feel of her warm touch was enough to make Bobby feel better. "Please,
Susie," he pleaded, "Please, just give me one more chance."

Susie looked at him. Her eyes were full of sympathy. "Bobby, please try to
understand. What we had was special," she began.

"You told me then that you loved me," Bobby interrupted.

"And I meant it at the time," she said, "But, Bobby, I didn't even know what
real love was until I met Wilbur."

Hearing her say this made Bobby's entire body hurt.

"What we had was special, Bobby, but you have to accept that it's over."

"I can't; I won't," Bobby said as his eyes began to fill with tears.

"Please, Bobby, try to move on. Besides, look at you; you're the most handsome
man I know besides Wilbur. Women throw themselves at you all the time. Geez,
our waitress has practically lifted up her skirt and presented her ass to you.
You can have any woman you want," Susie consoled.

"Except you," he said. It was a clich', but it was true. "Susie, you know I'll
never find anyone that could do to me what you did. You KNOW I won't and you
know exactly why."

Susie had to admit it. "I know what you're saying is true, Bobby, but I'm
sorry. I really am, but all of that is reserved for Wilbur now."

"Please, Susie, I'll beg if that's what you want. Please, don't say it's
really over. I'll do anything you want. Please, it can't be over. I can't live
without you. I...I'll even let you continue to see him on the side...or I'll
be the one on the side. I don't care. I'll get on my knees and kiss your feet
if you tell me to."

"I know you will," Susie said.

"Just, please, don't say it's over. Please, let me touch you; please, let me
be with you one more time," Bobby begged.

"Bobby," Susie said sympathetically, "Even if I were willing to consider it, I
know that Wilbur would never agree to share me with another man."

"But that's what I don't understand. How can HE tell YOU what to do?" Bobby
asked.

"Because Wilbur rules my world, Bobby," Susie explained, "He absolutely owns
me . . . the way I used to own you."

"You still own me," Bobby said sadly, "You just don't want me anymore." He sat
in silence for several seconds. A blanket of sadness covered their table.
Finally Bobby said, "What did I do wrong? Why did you leave me for him?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, Sweetie, honest you didn't. It's just like
someone once said, 'The heart wants what the heart wants.' The moment I met
Wilbur, I knew that he was the man of my dreams. I knew he was all my heart
would ever want or ever need."

"But how could you want him more than me? I'm tall and good-looking and big
and strong," Bobby pointed out, "And Wilber ... well, you have to admit that
Wilbur is kind of a...a..."

"A wimp?" Susie offered.

"Well...I was going to say 'runt', but 'wimp' will do just as well," Bobby
said.

"And you ARE tall and very handsome," Susie admitted, "But as for your being
strong, you know that doesn't impress me in the least, and you know why."

Bobby sighed deeply. It was true. He knew that the one woman he wanted to
impress the most with his uber masculinity wasn't impressed with it at all. He
knew that no matter how hard he worked, he could never be strong enough to
impress Susie.

Bobbie took a deep breath. He was doing his best to hold back his sobs. "I
hope that he knows what a lucky man he is."

"He does," Susie assured him. "Now, there's one other thing I think we need to
settle if we're still going to be friends."

"What?" he asked.

"Give me that quarter you're rolling back and forth."

He looked puzzled. "Why?" he asked.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Susie said, "Because I told you to. Now hand it
over." Susie said this in a way that made it clear she expected to be obeyed.

He stopped rolling the coin and handed it to her. She took it between her
thumb and her index finger and with very little effort crumpled the metal coin
like it was made of tin foil.

"I just wanted to remind you that while you can bench press almost four
hundred pounds, I can lift ten times that with one hand."

"I-I-I k-know," Bobby said. A strange but familiar feeling came over him. He
was intimidated and yet incredibly turned on at the same time.

"So you understand that no matter how strong you ever get, I'll still be much,
much stronger without even trying." To emphasize this point, Susie lifted her
right arm up and flexed it so that her bicep formed into a big, solid ball of
beautiful, feminine muscle.

"Y-y-yes," Bobby agreed. He could feel his dick getting hard. He LOVED it when
Susie flexed for him and reminded him that he was like a weak little kitten
compared to her awesome strength.

"I should let you know that I let you get away with a few things tonight
because I understand that you're hurt and sad. However, if I ever hear you
call Wilbur 'wimp' or 'runt' or any other derogatory name again, I will be
forced to beat the crap out of you again."

"I-I'm sorry," said Bobby

"And just so we understand each other, if you EVER threatened Wilbur again,
I'm going to use my incredible strength to cause you a great deal of pain. You
know that I might have killed you the last time if Wilbur hadn't ordered me to
stop, right?"

"Yes," Bobby answered quietly. His head was bowed in submission.

"You do understand that Wilbur probably saved your life that night don't you?"

"I...I understand," Bobby said. Part of him wished Wilbur had let Susie kill
him.

"I hope so," said Susie, "Because I still care about you, and I wouldn't like
hurting you. But just to make sure we're clear, if Wilbur is ever walking down
the street and accidently stubs his toe, you better hope that you're not
coincidentally anywhere near at the time, because I might hold you
responsible. If that happens, you WILL wake up in the hospital. Okay?"

"O-o-o-k-k-k-kay," Bobby stammered.

Susie smiled sweetly. "Just so we're clear about that," she said. "I'm glad we
had this little talk. Let's get together again soon. I mean it; I'd like for
us to stay friends." With that, Susie bounced up and said, "I've got to run.
I'm meeting Wilbur for dinner."

As Bobby watched Susie's tight, round ass bounce off, he realized that it
really was over. He knew that he'd never get to kiss that ass again. He knew
that Susie would never force him to his knees and make him kiss her feet
again. She would never lift him in the air and let him fuck her big tits while
she held him aloft again. He would never fall asleep enfolded in Susie's
strong arms again. Now it was Wilbur who got to experience those things.

Bobby went home with the waitress that night. He hoped that she could help him
forget about Susie for at least one night. She hoped to make him forget about
all other women forever. They both ended up being very disappointed. It was
bad enough when he couldn't even get it up for her. It was even worse that he
spent the night in her bed sobbing over what he'd lost instead of what he had.

If this story is too sad for you, do what I did - put yourself in Wilbur's
shoes!

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