The E-Berth

* OCTOBER 2006 *

"WE ARE stupid and ungrateful!"

I stood in the doorway between my bedroom and the living room, screaming to the bottom of my lungs. Near the door, my boyfriend dropped to his knees, resting one knee on the ground as he cringed for fear of further injury. The frame that had just popped out of his arm was now lying in two pieces on the ground a few feet away from him. The miniature wooden Dutch boots I picked up in Amsterdam hit his back and are now almost up to his right ankle.

Just then, the idiot looked up and realized that I had no more rocket-shaped objects in my hand. So the cowardly bastard took the opportunity to half crawl to the door and run away lest I stop to reload and resume the aerial assault.

"Nice puzzle!" I shouted for the last time. And just for good measure, I took my cell phone from the DVD cabinet next to it and hastily toss it toward the closed door. Flimsy shards of plastic and electronics crumbled beautifully on the hardwood, splitting into three separate pieces along with many tiny bits of plastic and metal.

Then I stopped and took a deep breath, leaned forward and put my hands on my knees for support. If my boyfriend was still in the room, he would have had a great view of my amazing breasts hanging from my low waistband. 34DDs, toned and in perfect shape: breasts are my best asset and we both know it. But he wasn't there. And he couldn't see them anymore. Never repeat. Damn, that served him well.

I suddenly feel very tired. My shoulders sagged. I was gasping for breath from the recent exertion. And shaking my head, I turned around and headed back to my room only to randomly fall back onto the bed. Once comfortable, I let my arms splay out to the sides as I caught my breath and stared at the ceiling.

I suppose it was partially my fault. I never should have invited that cute blonde Melissa into our bed. I mean, yeah, *I* was horny and craving some pussy. But maybe I should have just left it as the one time stand. I should have known that it would be a mistake to invite him to a training session. But she's so... and then another.

Or maybe I should pick a less attractive girl. I know I'm not a good girl and that Melissa is prettier than me. I'm size 6 and she's size 2. That's it. I should have known that my boyfriend would start fantasizing about her more than I do. After all, it happened before. My first boyfriend is now engaged to my old roommate, "the sexiest roommate". And in addition to being the prettiest girl, Melissa is also the "new pussy", always more attractive to men than the old pussy.

However, Chad should have known better. We always talk about ZodiacAstrology. I am Taurus. I am stubborn, dedicated, sensual and loyal. I'm slow to anger, but once you really get me going, I can get damn Stimulated. We have been together for almost a year. He *knows* that about me. He *knows* that all he has to do is be honest and mature about it. Damn, I would LET him fuck Melissa from the side if he told me about it instead of trying to hide it!

But *no*, Chad was trying to *hide* his affair. Getting to know each other as a fortnightly trio wasn't enough for him. He must have told me he was bowling with friends when he sneaked her into his apartment. DAMNED! If you're a geek, just invite that damn girl to my place!

I guess I should have known better. I always want to see the good in people, especially handsome men. I always wanted to believe that they were adults who could deal with my sexual nightmares. I am very excited. I like girls. I love sharing girls. And I am *always* excited! You would think a guy would bend over backwards to hold someone like me!

But no, Chad is a narcissist. He does nothing to make me happy and everything to please himself. Yeah, he's handsome and has a big cock and can fuck for hours. He even fucked me pretty well last night, before I knew he was a lying and deceitful bastard. But all he cares about is himself, not knowing how much he can upset his girlfriend.

Damn, he's not even smart enough to stop himself from bothering Melissa, that's why she called me this morning to tell me she slept with her boyfriend behind my back. That's when I picked up the picture frame and started throwing things at it.

Actually, it's all David's fault. My first boyfriend, who nicknamed me "EBeth", spoiled me very much. He treated me like a queen, and still does. He made me believe that men can be amazing, caring, and caring. And he balances his many lovers in a way that seems so effortless. Even after we broke up, the way David treated me with his girlfriends reassured me that he didn't hide anything from me, nor ever needed to. Am I wrong to expect the same level of honesty from all men after him? Is it really my fault that none of my next boyfriends can live like that? Is it really wrong to dedicate myself to pleasing my man and expect him to do the same? I exhale slowly and roll my eyes, only to get out of bed and grab my wallet. I was late for work. I found my car keys, one of the few things in my hand that I hadn't thrown to Chad on the way out the door. Hmm. *Those things* would hurt me if I thought about throwing them away.

So I thought maybe I should call my boss to let him know that I always come to the office. But I sighed and looked at the broken mobile phone on the floor. Well, THAT wasn't my best decision.

I bent down and pulled out my SIM card, remembering to stop at the cell phone store to pick up something new. Then I left my apartment and went to my car. And on my way to work, I decided:

*'No more'*, I told myself. There is no handsome guy more attractive than sincerity. No more bad boys who think they are God's gift to women. I was so tired of pampering them and being the best girlfriend I could be. My NEXT boyfriend will be a man who puts ME first. He'll be attentive and caring, even if he's not the type to get me wet between my thighs at first sight.

I was twenty-five, old enough to understand better now. Well, for the first two years after graduating, I had a lot of fun, dating different guys and sleeping with different girls. I have traveled all over the world, mainly for work but also some time for leisure.

Then, last year, I decided to cut back on dance clubs and test life. Part of that is because I got a promotion and my job kept me really busy. But I've also made a conscious decision not to be too indulgent about my sex life. Connectivity no longer interests me; I want to feel an emotional connection with a boyfriend, long term. I was *thinking* I was feeling it with Chad. But it turns out he's just as much of an asshole as most other guys I've dated before.

I don't want to settle down right now, get married or have kids right away. But I've come to a point where I should start looking for men I can be with for the long haul, men with whom I can form a lifelong partnership, instead of The man appeared to be explosives on the bed.

Well, it's time for me to grow up and be more mature about that. I clenched my jaw and held my head high as I walked through the Argen Labs employee entrance, waving my badge in front of the RFID security fence. I am a beautiful, successful and intelligent young woman thanks to her charm. I got to my position faster than anyone in the history of my company. I'm smart enough and strong enough to handle my relationships. And I will no longer let a man's charm and sensuality get in the way of my own eternal happiness.

****

"Hey, Stella," I greeted the department manager, whose booth was just outside my office, in a friendly voice.

"Hello, EBeth," the pretty blonde smiled at me as I walked to the door. "Alfred is looking for you. I tried calling your cell phone but it didn't work."

I stopped and shrugged nonchalantly. "I broke it this morning. I found out Chad was cheating on me."

"Oh," Stella grimaced sympathetically and looked down. I shrugged and Stella paused to take a long, deep breath before adding, “I'm sorry.

"Don't be like that. Chad and I are done with that. "

She looked at me incredulously." Really? "

" Really, "I'm pretty sure." We just met the new marketing guy and he was *such a* handsome kid. “The girl is practically drooling.

I smile and smile nonchalantly. In a company full of middle-aged men, I always felt it was more "girly" to talk to Stella. "Indeed? Sorry I missed it.

"Oh, you didn't miss him." Stella blushed and nodded to the side, looking to her left without actually turning her head. “He's over there, near Alfred's office.

I turned my head to look and was sure a tall, strikingly handsome man was standing next to my boss in front of his desk, about thirty yards away. Alfred saw me and then gestured towards me; and the two men started walking.

Stella blushed again, looked at me knowingly, and slumped back in her chair silently, suppressing another laugh. I chuckled and stiffened my spine, turning to face my boss and the new marketing guy. Alfred, my boss, was a gray gentleman about sixty years old and the one who hired me. With a benevolent smile, he waved to me and introduced, "This is Elizabeth, one of our rising stars who has created the products that have defined our company for decades. next."

I completely ignored Alfred's praise. I was completely focused on the new guy when I realized I was in serious trouble. The young man is already tall. He seems to be around 30 years old, he's also very handsome, with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes that bother me with endless depth. He behaves with effortless confidence, and the charm literally pours out of his ears. Her eyes fell briefly to my exposed cleavage, clearly examining my stand before looking up to stare at me. And in the most manly, most manly voice, he introduced himself. “Hi, I'm Grant. Nice to meet you, Elizabeth. "I almost shyly laughed and waved the hand he gave me. The moment our palms met, a small electric bolt shot my arm and went down across my boobs, causing a miniature explosion of my cat. When I clasped his hand and managed to say, "Please call me EBeth," everything I could do to stay calm.

"E Beth. What a sweet name." He flashed a smile full of pearly white teeth and my knees weakened. My panties also got wet.

Oh yeah, I was *sooo* in trouble.

"Teddy, my eyes are up here."

The young stockroom clerk blinked twice and pulled his gaze up from my chest. My white lab coat was unbuttoned, exposing my jeans and scoopneck top so that my firm 34DD tits were on nice display. The shirt wasn`t obscene or anything, but I wasn't shy about hiding my breasts. I knew they were my best feature and even though I strove to maintain a professional appearance at work... Well ... I like to get a little attention. At

5'6 ", I wasn't the tallest girl. I'm never fat. I've spent a lot of time trying to make this happen again, but I'm also the thinnest girl Never be. I would have a charming face and David always assured me that, but I know I'm not a supermodel either. I have normal brown eyes and normal brown hair and have natural curls. Overall, except for my boobs, I'm just Jane. So I work with what I have. And Teddy didn't seem to care what I had. I couldn't blame him. The child was younger than me and was full of androgen. If I didn't want him to see me, I wouldn't have been wearing a damn shirt