Breaking Nora

by Matt Tims

  He took a moment to think before it came to him. “Spaghetti.”

  Perfect. Spaghetti was definitely something she could make. She strolled into the kitchen and was swiftly joined by Mike who took a seat at the kitchen table.

  “Lose the shorts too,” he instructed. “I want to see that fat ass.”

  She immediately pulled down her shorts and tossed them onto the counter. “Where are the pots?”

  He pointed under the stove.

  He sat in silence as his attention shifted between his phone and her body. There weren’t any conversations about space, movies, or life today. No, it was quiet while she waited for the water to boil. And just like always; now that the fun was over, she couldn’t tell if she liked it or not.

  Chapter 4 – Starting Over

  A Little Over Three Months Later. Saturday. September 7th. 10:15 PM.

  Her fling with Mike lasted a month. It was four weeks of the greatest sex of her life. What hadn’t they done? Daily booty calls became the norm, and she grew to become more than happy to grab Mom’s car keys and head over to his place for the pounding of her life each and every time.

  She went and bought a schoolgirl outfit for him after he requested it, allowed him to cover her in oil, enjoyed a few sessions where she only referred to him as “Daddy,” drank his cum out of a glass three times, and even blew him while he was on the phone with a buddy who was reminiscing about some cheerleader he’d fucked at a party the night before. Never once did they do anything outside of his house. He would simply text her, she would come over, and for the next forty minutes, she was his little fucktoy.

  She would feel filthy, used, and absolutely degraded when they were finished. The depths of humiliation brought her to peaks of previously unknown orgasmic bliss. It became evident that she couldn’t get off unless he treated her like a piece of ass. Her vibrator had become useless as the weeks passed, her imagination went to shit, and the only thing that did it for her was Mike. It was either him, or horrible sexual frustration.

  It was the best thirty days of her life until something change.

  Brad came to visit.

  She still wasn’t sure why she’d invited him in the first place. A random Wednesday night text from her ex-boyfriend eventually led to a phone call, and that call turned into a four hour conversation. They discussed everything—with the exception of what she’d been up to for the past month—and then it happened. For some reason still unbeknownst to her, she asked him to come stay for a week.

  The first day was anything but smooth sailing. There was an awkwardness which reminded her of the early days of their relationship. It was like they were getting to know each other for the first time. And when she received a text from Mike telling her to come over during a hike with Brad? Well, that was uncomfortable. She blocked his number with the intentions of keeping things that way for the next week. It was only far to Brad. Her ex-boyfriend deserved her full attention.

  But then things began to change. An inside joke here, a funny moment there, and years of memories suddenly flooded back. Maybe they didn’t share the deep conversation she had over milkshakes with Mike, but Brad was more consistent. There weren’t moments of neglect. She never cooked for him while he sat at the kitchen table and texted. Her ex-boyfriend didn’t look at her body as his own personal playground. There was a mutual respect in their relationship. There was a loving bond that she’d forgotten all about.

  Nora finally realized what a mistake she’d made.

  She should’ve waited for Brad. Who cared if they were hundreds of miles apart? Someday, they would be together. They would wake up on a chilly Saturday morning and enjoy their coffees out on the patio while wrapped in blankets. There would be vacations, promotions, and personal accomplishments. They had an entire life to look forward to together.

  And then they had the talk.

  Swinging by a coffeehouse on a Thursday afternoon resulted in a three hour discussion about marriage, kids, and buying a house in the suburbs once they were both established in their careers. They were on the same page with everything. It was like Brad found a book with their lives mapped out in it. This is what she wanted: a meaningful relationship with a man who cared about her. The days of yearning to be degraded were over. Her afternoons of driving to Mike’s house to be spit on and abused were history. How could she ever think about another man again?

  But then they had sex, and it was magical.

  She never knew missionary could be so good. Long bouts of kissing while he was inside her gave her butterflies. Slow, passionate grinding in cowgirl brought them together. The lack of condoms elevated everything. They were fluid bonding. They were connecting. They were one.

  Nora and Brad were perfect for each other.

  His original plan to stay for a week turned into two months. It didn’t take long before her parents were back at it, asking when the wedding was taking place and begging for grandchildren. Her father had seemed to grow exceptionally close to Brad while he lived with them as well. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

  Nora cried her eyes out when she watched him board his plane a week before classes resumed. She was a complete mess for the following seven days, seemingly mourning the death of a family member or a favorite pet. FaceTime and five hour phone calls helped a bit, but it was a loneliness she couldn’t describe.

  Brad was her soulmate. He was her everything. Her boyfriend was the only man for her.

  Not only had Mike been deleted from her phone, but any memory of him was wiped from her heart. The only guy she craved was her boyfriend who was now back at school just like she was. They were once again in a long-distance relationship, but it was different this time. Nothing could possibly break the bond they shared.

  Temptation no longer existed in her world. Everything was hers for the taking now; because with Brad back in her life, nothing could stop her. The frat boy who’d invited her to a party tonight was cute, but the part of her brain which used to desire other guys while she was in a relationship—but never acted on—no longer found other men attractive. She would immediately start picking apart their flaws in her mind and compare them to Brad, and none of them could stack up to the man she had waiting for her.

  It was a little after ten o’clock on a Saturday night, and she’d decided to go to that frat party with her girlfriend. Why not have a little fun and enjoy the weekend? She’d never seen campus like this during her time at school. Their football team was always relevant, but they weren’t real contenders or anything. That had changed in a big way.

  They opened the season at home against their arch rival who were ranked in the top ten, only to blow them out 42-17. All anyone talked about was their new quarterback. How he was going to be a stud in the NFL, and how they needed to enjoy the few years he would be playing for them before making the jump to the next level.

  Nora wasn’t much of a football fan, but it was hard not to get caught up in the excitement. Hey, maybe she would even watch the game next week.

  Drunk frat guys, slutty girls, and enough alcohol to make the owners of an Irish pub blush: she didn’t exactly fit in with this sea of degenerates. Maybe tonight was just about relaxing? The first week of classes had been stressful, so perhaps it could be fun to enjoy a few beers and listen to some dorky fraternity brother attempt to hit on her?

  Twenty minutes passed and she was already itching to leave. Who was she kidding? A slight buzz or not, this wasn’t her scene. She would rather slip into her comfortable pajamas, make a cup of tea, and binge watch a show on Netflix.

  The room suddenly erupted in applause. Loud cheers and rowdy chants broke out among both the guys and the girls. Nora rolled her eyes and poured herself another beer. God, she didn’t belong in this room.

  Five Minutes Later.

  Okay, that was it. The drunk guy talking to her was on the verge of puking, and she wouldn’t be around when it finally happened. And her friend was hanging all over some short guy with a bit of a gut. She went over t
o check on them, and to make sure he hadn’t slipped something into her girlfriend’s drink. Apparently Rachel was just really into this somewhat goofy-looking guy. Well, may as well leave them to it. She headed for the door before something grabbed her attention. Or more specifically, a voice.

  “Nora?”

  She stopped in her tracks. She could forget her entire summer prior to Brad’s visit, any memories of that fateful Saturday afternoon when her life temporarily changed, and any hint of doubt she once had about her boyfriend, but that voice would never fade from her memory. It was him.

  She turned to see Mike standing there.

  Two enormous guys walked by carrying a keg. “Mikey!” they greeted her ex-fling. Before she could say something, a pair of girls had slithered between them.

  “Can I get a picture?” a blonde asked. Mike was happy to oblige as he smiled for a selfie with the cute coed. Her brunette friend did the same before inquiring if she could give him her number. Once again, he was more than up for fulfilling their requests.

  Finally, they disappeared and it was just Mike and herself. But what was with those two girls? Sure, he was handsome and charismatic, but who asks for a picture with a random guy at a party? And just walking up to a stranger and giving him your phone number? That came off as pretty desperate, didn’t it?

  Wait, why did she care? This guy didn’t mean anything to her anymore. He was out of her life, remember? She had Brad again.

  “I forgot you went here,” he told her. “Hey, surprise, right?”

  She had no idea that he attended her school. While he mentioned receiving a football scholarship, she’d never imagined it being for her university’s team. She had done everything in her power to never see this guy again; and now here he was, standing in front of her.

  The president of the fraternity came over with a beer and handed it to Mike, taking the now empty one from his hand. “Six touchdowns, bro. Six fuckin’ touchdown passes! One game and you already own the school record!”

  He smiled while accepting the drink. “It was a team effort.”

  “We’re back!” the excited frat brother shouted to an uproar from the crowd. “National fuckin’ championship, here we come!!!”

  Nora’s eyes bulged. Oh my God, Mike was the quarterback everyone was talking about! Yes, of course! He was the reason they’d won? He was the cause of the excitement? The guy she’d spent an entire month fooling around with during the summer, was the hero of their football team, and he would be playing professionally one day? How was it possible that he was even more amazing than she thought?

  No, she needed to stop! Remember Brad!!!

  An inebriated group of students quickly swarmed the star of the party. “Beer pong, Mike!”

  “Who’s my partner?” he asked.

  Four girls raised their hands.

  Mike instead looked back to Nora. “What do you say? A little beer pong? I could use those big tits as a backboard.”

  The group surrounding them burst into laughter.

  A now blushing Nora peered up into the eyes of the center of attention. Two minutes ago, she’d planned on never seeing him again, let alone spend any time with him. And now look at her. She was on her way over to the table to be his drinking game partner. She just couldn’t say no to him.

  Chapter 5 – Some Things Never Change

  The cups were arranged in pyramid formations, one in front, two behind the leader, three along the next row, and four red cups to finish off the targets. She stood next to the towering football star on one end of the table, while one of the fraternity members across from them had picked the sexiest brunette in the room as his teammate.

  PJ and his cute brunette teammate, Sydney, were up first. He floated the ball into the air, landing it perfectly in the front cup to begin the match. Mike wasted no time in downing the beer.

  Mike made his shot and PJ gulped down the cup, before Sydney’s shot was successful as well, resulting in Nora drinking the glass. Nora’s attempt at bouncing the table tennis ball went flying over the targets.

  “What the fuck was that?” Mike laughed.

  “It was my first shot,” she told him. “I need a warm-up.”

  That was a lie. The truth was Nora was doing her best to calm her nerves. It was back. Her arms were shaking. That overwhelming presence Mike possessed was rattling her. Two minutes next to him and she was already questioning if Brad was really the guy for her. Was that all it took? Just the sight of his muscular arms in a tight t-shirt, or the way every girl in the room blushed when he smiled at them, instantly brought her back to that month of fun they had with each other. She wasn’t playing beer pong anymore. Now, she was being facefucked on his family room floor again. She wasn’t back in school either. No, she was putting her hair in pigtails to complete the schoolgirl outfit he’d requested she wear.

  Nora was starting to lose it again…

  “Hey!”

  She snapped to attention.

  “You there?” Mike chuckled while observing her. “It’s been your turn for like thirty seconds.”

  She apologized for zoning out before downing the beer from Sydney’s successful shot. She lined up her attempt and focused. Instead of bouncing it, she opted for a line drive, and just like her previous attempt, it went sailing over the top of the eight remaining cups.

  “Oh, come on, Nora!” Mike groaned. “Are you kidding me!?”

  Another round passed before she was up for her third shot; and as you would’ve guessed, she missed again.

  Mike was staring at her.

  “Beer pong isn’t really my game…” she quietly admitted.

  “Ya think?” he remarked.

  Mike hit his fourth shot to reduce their opponent’s cup total to six, while they were down to only three cups. He had a few words for Nora before she focused on her next attempt.

  “You’re going to want to make this.”

  “I know,” she huffed, focusing on the red cup furthest to the left.

  “No, I don’t think you do,” he told her. “An article of clothing is coming off every time you miss from now on.”

  She turned to him, her eyes bulging.

  “Don’t miss,” he calmly reiterated.

  She focused back on the cups. Not again. Mike and the way he seemingly took pleasure in embarrassing her was something that had slipped her mind. Dozens of students were gathered around the table, watching the game. Memories from the gas station and the customers inside, the preppy girls who snickered at her, and the two older guys who watched her give a blowjob on Mike’s front step came rushing back. He wanted to humiliate her again.

  But she wouldn’t allow that. She could control her own fate by simply splashing the ball inside one of the remaining cups. She let her shot fly and it skimmed right over her intended target, and off the table.

  They’d be alternating who drank the beers after the opposing team made their shots, and the three drinks she’d added to her prior three, were making things a little glassy. The slight blurriness of what she was seeing wasn’t her biggest concern, however. It was the look Mike was giving her.

  She met his ice cold brown eyes, silently pleading for him to reconsider his ultimatum. His stern look was final. He was getting what he wanted.

  Nora gingerly lifted her shirt over her head, and handed it to her partner—horrified and too embarrassed to look around the room. Something finally caused her eyes to peer up.

  The sound of someone whistling.

  Dozens of sets of eyes were on her, and she was experiencing her ultimate horror: being the center of attention. She instinctively turned back to the only guy she knew in the room for help, but his expression was anything but comforting.

  Mike was grinning.

  “Bra too,” he ordered. “For missing your last three shots.”

  There was no use in arguing with him. He had some kind of hold over her. She wasn’t able to say no to him; but at the same time, she still listened. Every situation with him was a lose-l
ose.

  The parties she attended with Brad years ago were always fun and enjoyable. Her most embarrassing experience prior to meeting Mike involved throwing up in her friend’s bathroom at an after-prom party. And who was holding her hair while she puked into the toilet? Brad, of course. He had always been there for her.

  And here she was; removing her bra in a room full of strangers, and handing it over to a guy who didn’t even care about her. Word spread throughout the partying fraternity house like wildfire, and a dozen more people poured into the room as the growing crowd hooted and hollered at the sight of her now being topless.

  PJ and his partner missed their shots for once, while Mike made his, cutting the deficit to 5-3. But now, she was up.

  She took a deep breath and focused. Okay, she would make this shot. Just concentrate. It isn’t that hard. The ball is tiny, for fucks sake!

  Her arm moved forward and just as she was about to release the ball, someone yelled, “AH!!!” which caused her to flinch and send her shot flying way off to the side. The room erupted in clapping and laughter as a result of what was to come.

  She looked over to Mike. “Someone yelled!”

  “It’s called crowd noise!” a spectator laughed. “Mike knows what that’s about.”

  Mike’s smirk said that he agreed. “Let’s go, Nora. Jeans.”

  “But someone yelled!” Nora whined.

  “Jeans,” he firmly demanded.

  Her fingers dejectedly moved to the button on her jeans. She should’ve been doing anything else with her night—literally anything. Netflix, nerding out on a computer game, or a three hour FaceTime call with Brad: they were all superior alternatives to the feel of denim descending along her thighs. Stripping down to her black thong wasn’t something a good girlfriend did. It wasn’t something a good girl did, period! Why couldn’t she control herself around him!?

  She handed her pants to Mike, her face full of gloom. This didn’t even compare to the gas station ordeal. These were students she would be bumping into for the rest of the year, and this is how they would see her from now on. As a whore!