Not the Girl Next Door

Not the Girl Next Door

 

An Erotic Novel of Cheating and Coupling

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Not the Girl Next Door

 

An Erotic Novel of Cheating and Coupling

 

Copyright © 2022 Green Bush Publishing

 

Second Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Chapter 1

 

She wasn’t exactly the girl next door. She was more like the girl down the street, around the artificial lake created by the housing development’s architects and landscapers, and in the back of the cul-de-sac, but the point was the same.

I had known Lissa from the start of junior high. It took until senior year of high school for us to realize we were attracted to each other. Or maybe we were both too shy to admit we had feelings for each other. Once that little problem was solved, I was thrilled to have a girlfriend because nothing helps one’s confidence as having a significant other who wanted to have sex with you.

We were both nervous and wanted to wait, but wanted to do it at the same time. We wound up delaying and waiting so long, it was just before graduation that we realized we needed to do the deed otherwise it was going to be hanging over our heads all summer.

The less said about summer the better.

We weren’t kids. We were eighteen and getting ready to go to college. It was time to shuffle off those virgin coils and meet our destinies.

Sex the first time is always a disaster for any young couples. It wasn’t any different for the two of us.

Putting on the condom was a disaster. I’m not even going to go into buying them. This was years ago when Amazon didn’t exist.

We were both nervous, which led directly to the first immediate problem.

“OW! That hurts!”

I looked down at her, glanced down to where I was trying to get my cock into her pussy, and then back up to her face, pausing briefly to admire her big boobs. “It’s not supposed to hurt,” I said because I didn’t have anything else to say. 

“Sometimes it does the first time.”

“I thought that was a myth.”

“I’m tense.”

“Try relaxing,” I unhelpfully suggested.

She gave me a look and made to push me off her, but instead took a deep breath and tried my terrible advice. 

This was the window of opportunity. We were in my bedroom during one of those precious moments when no one was in my house and Lissa didn’t have to be home for a few hours. We were responsible kids. 

We had everyone fooled.

This had been easier when we just messed around. Lissa loved it when sucked on her nipples. She loved it even more when I went down on her. Doing that for the first time had been an experience for both of us. I was thrilled to do it. Her taste, her reaction, her softness, her everything. Especially her reaction. Somehow I had fumbled my way around into making her climax. Not bad for a geeky eighteen year old who had no clue what he was doing.

Lissa wasn’t exactly a passive participant. While she wasn’t as eager to give blowjobs as I would have liked, she wasn’t at all shy about giving me handjobs. I thought she’d be off put by my ejaculating, but it didn’t bother her in the least.

“I think I’m dry,” she said. “I’m nervous and dry.”

“Lubricant,” I said.

“I don’t have any on me,” she said sarcastically.

I grinned and waggled my eyebrows at her. “Let me solve that.”

When I started moving down on her, she tried to stop me, but when I reached her pussy, she just moaned and the protest faded away. 

She was right. She was dry. I put my saliva to good use. My tongue got her body working and in short order her familiar tangy flavor filled my mouth. 

“I want you in me,” she managed to pant while I ate her out.

I paused and lifted my head. “I can do that now, I think.”

Wiping my face on the sheets, I moved back up. This time she took my hard cock (just thinking about eating pussy could get me hard) in hand and tried to guide me in.

No joy.

I kept pushing and she was leading the way, but I couldn’t find her entrance.

“This is so fucked up!” I complained and pushed off her, kneeling between her spread legs, my cock pointing a curved line up to the ceiling.

“I’m still too tense,” she said.

“Want to stop? Try later? Just mess around?”

Lissa shook her head and sat up. “I want to be on top.”

I hadn’t envisaged losing my virginity to a woman riding on top of me, but I was willing to give it a go. 

We swapped positions.

I liked looking up at Lissa as she knelt above my hips, holding my cock, balancing herself, running my cockhead along her slit, trying to find the entrance, and focusing too much. Her tits were huge and perfect. I mean, we were eighteen, of course we had great bodies. She was gorgeous in a way only young women can be. I was too thin and too gangly to be attractive, but for some reason she loved me enough to do this.

“Let me help,” I said and held the base of my cock. I had always heard that the entrance to a woman’s pussy was much, much lower than guys thought. I knew where her entrance was. I had had my fingers and tongue in it plenty of times. 

I aimed lower.

Naturally I overcompensated.

Lissa’s eyes went wide. “That’s my ass!” she said, pushing my hand away.

“Sorry!” Anal sex before vaginal sex? That would have been something.

But it wasn’t to be. Somehow the stars and the planets aligned and all the struggle suddenly became worth it. 

I went into her. 

I could feel her pussy surround me with wetness and warmth. Mostly warmth. I was wearing a condom.

“Oh!” Her eyes went wider. 

“Is that it?” I asked.

She just nodded and adjusted her stance again.

I lifted my hips, going deeper into her.

She moaned.

I grabbed one breast and held onto her hip. 

She wiggled and adjusted her body. Slowly I went deeper and deeper into her pussy, until she was all the way down on me.

We met each other’s eyes. And we laughed with delight.

Lissa leaned forward and kissed me.

We fucked awkwardly for a minute. We had no real idea of what to do, but instinct took over and we figured it out.

“Can we stop?” she asked abruptly.

“Uhh…yeah. Why?”

“Can you get back on top?”

I was worried about pulling out of her and not being able to get it back in, but I didn’t want to tell her no.

“Sure.”

I pulled out. We changed positions again. Weirdly, penetrating her a second time was easier. 

Once I was back inside her, I propped myself up on my elbows and we went at it.

The delightful thing about Lissa, I realized when looking back, was that she was easily orgasmic. I had made her cum many times with my fingers and mouth, but this would be the first time I made her cum from actual sex.

I held back as long as I could, but eventually the inevitable happened. 

I came inside her.

It was all caught by the condom, but I felt like a man.

Panting, I said to my girlfriend. “I came.”

“I know.”

“Did you?”

She shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I can do…”

“It’s okay. This was nice. We’ll have to do it again.”

Spoiler: we didn’t.

 

Chapter 2

 

We still messed around on and off through the summer, but never really had the opportunity to have full on sex again.

We barely spoke about it. 

First time sex was definitely a disappointment. 

Yeah, we still kissed and did everything but…but the first time was so bad that we couldn’t face doing it again.

At least that’s what we told ourselves. Or at least that’s what I privately told myself. I figured Lissa was telling herself the same thing.

We had another important issue to deal with.

We were going to different colleges over five hundred miles away from each other.

“Are you sure you don’t want to transfer to my college?” she asked me several times. I had applied there because she had begged me to, “Just in case, because you’re smart enough to get in.”

I was. But I was short of money. It wasn’t like her family was super-rich, but they could afford something more than a state school. I couldn’t. 

She hadn’t even applied to my first choice.

Her school offered me some money, but it wasn’t going to work out financially.

As she was getting ready to leave for her college—mine started nearly two weeks after hers—we had the same conversation we had every day for the past two months.

“Break up or long distance?” she asked me.

“What was our last decision?” I asked her.

She was stuffing the last few bits of clothing into a suitcase, making the best use of every inch of space.

“Break up,” she said, not looking at me. 

“I’m changing my answer. Let’s do long distance.”

Lissa looked up at me. “Really?”

“Yes. We have to give it a try, right?”

“Right!” She zipped up the suitcase and came over to me where I was sitting on her bed. She gave me a kiss and pressed her tits against me. I immediately stiffened. “Want a blowjob?” she offered. 

“A goodbye blowjob?” I asked her. “How can I refuse?”

She kissed me again and went down on her knees. Together we got my already hard cock out and she got down to business after she took off her shirt and bra. 

Lissa’s fellatio skills were the best I’d ever had, but since she was the only one who had ever given me a blowjob, so I didn’t have much to compare her against.

She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. I watched as her brown curls flew around. She used one hand to hold my shaft’s base and the other to grip my balls. Maybe her grip was a little tight but I wasn’t going to complain because—holy shit—I didn’t have a reason to complain. She was beautiful and loved me and was sucking on my knob. I was in teenaged boy heaven.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” I warned her. 

She didn’t stop. She went harder. 

She couldn’t say I hadn’t warned her. 

I wanted to put my hands on the back of her head and force my cock all the way down her throat and make her swallow it all.

I held back because that seemed fucking rude to say the least.

“Oh…oh fuck!” I said to give her one last final warning.

Always before Lissa had pulled off at the last moment before I came. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t want to have to swallow all that semen. It had resulted in her getting a few facefulls of cum but she had never complained. I’d shot my loads on her shirts as well, which was now why she always gave me blowjobs topless. 

This time Lissa didn’t pull off and use her hand. She kept sucking. 

It was the most painful and powerful orgasm I had ever had. I could feel her mouth and tongue working to swallow all of my cum. I knew it was a lot because it was always a lot but she was a perfectionist in the art of fellatio.

I was left heavily panting and she looked up at me, her eyes wide and the opposite of innocent. 

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathed. “Did you…did you…just swallow?”

Lissa licked her lips and forced herself to swallow again before she spoke. “Yup.” My girlfriend stood up. “I need to get a drink of water.”

I didn’t say a word. She just disappeared out of her bedroom door. I could hear the sink faucet running; the bathroom was just a few steps from the bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, I tucked in my cock and zipped up.

Lissa walked back in a minute later. She was still topless. Her boobs swung heavily back and forth. As she reached for her bra and shirt, I stopped her, cupping her breasts and giving her a kiss.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?”

“For the blowjob?”

“You earned it. And I liked giving it.”

“I thought you said you’d never swallow.”

Lissa kissed me again and pulled back. She replied with a shrug which did wonderful things to her tits, making them bounce around in a fetching fashion.

“I never tried it before. I guess I sort of like it.”

I kissed her again.

A day later she was off to college.

We were determined to keep our long-distance relationship going throughout college. 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Our LDR lasted all of a month.

This was before cell phones and free long distance phone calls. Everything was done via actual paper letters and very infrequent phone calls late at night when the rates were low. Email had just started as a thing accessible to college students. We got accounts right away when we figured this out and were emailing on a daily basis, but that quickly dropped off.

And then came the message.

 

I don’t think I can do this anymore. Long distance is just…too hard. I can’t. I’m so sorry, Shane. I want to stop writing and calling for a few weeks. Please respect this decision I’ve made. I’m so sorry.

 

That was it. That was the extent of the email. I stared at the glowing green text on the now-ancient computer terminal. I didn’t know what to do or what to think.

For some reason I printed out the short email and left the computer lab.

I certainly didn’t confide this over the internet breakup with my roommate. He was an ass. (Though looking back, I wonder if I was one of the first people to be dumped via the internet.)

I had a study group that night. I went to it but barely participated. The group was only five of us. It wasn’t like I could hide in the crowd.

“Shane, are you just going to sit there staring at your book all night?” Rob, the only other guy in the group, asked me.

In response, I said, “My girlfriend just dumped me.”

I told them the whole story.

That elicited some sympathy. I felt validated.

I got invited to a party for the next night. Friday. I didn’t want to go. Rob and Alice and Tami and Tina all insisted I go.

I didn’t go.

Rob and Alice showed up at my dorm room door and dragged me to the party.

The party was lame. Or at least the party was lame until I met Gwen.

I woke up the next morning in Gwen’s bed.

For a second I panicked thinking I had lost my memory. I had drunk one beer because I hated the taste of beer and even a romantic breakup wasn’t going to get me to change my mind on that.

Sitting up I woke up Gwen and remembered how the whole night went.

Mostly we had talked.

I remembered the old adage: “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”

Gwen mentioned her roommate was gone for the weekend. 

We went back to her place.

Yes, we had sex.

Yes, it was very good.

No, you don’t get the details. 

That’s just for her and me. 

But it was fantastic.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said to her.

She pointed, indicating a direction down the long hallway of the dorm. “That way all the way at the end.”

I nodded, tossed on my clothes, and all but ran to empty my bladder. 

I might have just left then, never to see Gwen again, but I hadn’t bothered with my boots and I wasn’t going to give up my beloved Doc Martens for a one-night stand. 

I returned to Gwen’s room and knocked. 

She let me in standing behind the door because she was naked. I blinked, checking her out for what seemed like the first time. 

“What?” she asked as she semi-casually went back to the bed, rolling into it, covering herself with the blankets.

She had great tits. Not as big as Lissa’s, but big enough. A nice ass. Bigger than Lissa’s. She was a blonde in contrast to Lissa’s brunette hair. I found it interesting that Lissa’s pubic curls were the same color as the curls on her head, but Gwen’s pubes were a shade darker than her light blonde hair. 

I told myself to stop comparing Lissa to Gwen. It was rude. 

“I…uh…I just came back for my boots. And I expected you to be dressed.”

She was puzzled; her brow furrowed. “Don’t you want to have sex again?”

I blinked again. Gwen surprised me. “Uh…yeah, but you know, I’m sort of getting over a breakup.”

Gwen laughed at me. I deserved to be laughed at. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” she said. “My roommate’s gone and I’m taking advantage of it. Do you mind me taking advantage of you?”

She pulled the blankets down low enough to show off her tits. They were great. Perfectly sized with areola, nipple, and breast size all proportionate.

It would have been rude to say no.

I quickly stripped and joined her in bed. Her skin was warm and soft. We kissed and I stiffened.

“Uh…don’t take this the wrong way,” I said, “but I’m a little fuzzy on details from last night—”

“You were great,” she interrupted me.

I laughed nervously. “Thanks, but I…I honestly don’t remember what we did for birth control.”

“I’m safe. I’m on the pill.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

She opened up her legs and I started getting into position. I decided that I liked casual sex.

Then Gwen continued on. “I went on it to regulate my period. My mother thought it was going to make me a slut. I told her I was still a virgin.”

My cock head was right at her holy vestibule. “Are you?” I asked in jest.

“No, and I wasn’t a virgin when I told her I was.”

“Ah…that’s…that’s good.”

“She was right though,” said Gwen with a wink. “It has turned me into a slut.”

My eyes went wide and Gwen laughed at me. “Are…are you?”

“I fucked you, didn’t I?”

I didn’t want the conversation to continue so I just shoved my cock into her. She accepted me with a grunt and grin. “Oof. Big boy! I like that.”

There was nothing for me to say to that, so I just started fucking her. Like all college sex, it wasn’t particularly skillful, but it was enthusiastic. And energetic. And relatively quick.

I did manage to hold back long enough to get a real reaction out of her. Maybe she was faking, but it didn’t matter because if she was, her acting skills were incredible. 

Plus her pussy flashed hot as she came. And she clamped down on me. Not enough to stop me from thrusting, but more than enough for me to feel it. I came a moment later.

We both felt it. We gazed into each other’s eyes and shared that moment you can only have with a new sex partner.

After rolling off her and panting heavily, I said, “That was incredible.”

With a straight face she said, “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

I laughed in frustration and annoyance. “Really? That’s all I get. ‘Pretty good’?”

“Umm…above average,” she said with a giggle. “B+ work to be sure.”

Playing along with her. “Okay, but what is your sample set? Do you have a large enough sample to adequately make a determination of skill and ability?”

“Four,” she said.

I blinked. “Four what?”

“I’ve had sex with four guys. Is that a large enough sample size?” She eyed me, challenging me.

“Uh…I guess so.”

“What about you?” Gwen asked.

“What about me?”

“How many partners have you had?”

I froze. I suddenly felt inadequate so I went for a joke. “I’m gonna be honest. I haven’t fucked one single guy in my life.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. How many girls…women…have you slept with?”

I could have dodged or made a joke.

I didn’t.

“Just two.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide.

“Including you.”

Her eyes went wider.

“Okay, since you’re relatively inexperienced, I’ll grade you on a curve. A- work.”

“Thanks!”

“What about me?” she asked.

“What about you?”

“Grade me.”

“Uh…A+!”

She swatted me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Our play argument dissolved into a minor wrestling match. For a girl she was pretty strong, but I was bigger and stronger and she wasn’t exactly fighting back. Somehow I wound up on top of her again. She opened up her legs and I realized we were about to have sex again.

“Big and can go twice in a row,” she complimented me, wiggling her hips about to get me aligned.

“Hey, I don’t want to have to do all the work,” I complained and pulled back and wondered what the hell I was doing. I was going to get to have sex with a beautiful and willing partner and I was saying no. 

“Want me on top?” she asked.

“Uh…sure?”

Swapping positions was easy. I liked her on top. I got to watch her pretty breasts moving around and I liked it when she rested her hands on my chest as she rode me.

This time we were quieter. There was less conversation. There was a lot more moaning and her panting and making lovely noises. 

I lasted longer. That only made sense because even if I could get it up for a second round, I wasn’t on such a hair trigger. 

She liked that. 

Between both our efforts she got to cum three times before I was fully spent.

I loved it when she collapsed on my chest and I got to hold her.

Getting dumped by Lissa was the best thing that ever happened to my sex life.

“This was nice,” I finally said, “but I should get going back to my dorm. Shower. Food. I’ve got a bio test to study for.”

“Human Bio 102?” she asked me. “Dr. Duetch?”

“Yeah.” It was held in the largest lecture hall on campus. Our college was small, so three hundred students in the same room at the same time was big for us.

“I’m in that class. Want to study together later today?” she offered.

I didn’t give my answer any thought. “Yes.”

We spent most of the weekend together. I told my friends and floor mates that I was studying. That was mostly true. Gwen and I studied a lot of human bio.

We even opened our textbooks.

Somehow we both managed to scrape by with solid Bs on the test Monday morning.

Tuesday evening we met for dinner at the central dining hall. It was so easy to slip into a relationship.

It was, at least, until Gwen, sitting across from me at the small two-person table we were using, said to me, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

I paused with a French fry halfway to my mouth. “You’re not?”

“I came here to get an education not to fuck around. I’m not going back to the shitty little town where my family has lived for a hundred years.”

“Okay, got it. What was this past weekend all about then?”

She munched on her meal for a moment, giving my question some thought. “Sex. I have needs and you have needs. It was good and helped us.”

“So…you don’t want to see me anymore?”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “But we’re not dating, not doing a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. This is just going to be about fucking.”

I was going to point out that was a sort of relationship, but I was positive that she wouldn't have appreciated the fine distinction. “I’m good with that.”

“Bed buddies it is then,” she declared.

“I’ll call you when I’m horny.”

“Same.”

For all her boldness about not wanting a relationship, it seemed like we had more and more sex. We plotted out our roommates’ schedules, when they would be out of the rooms, so we could fuck. We fucked at every opportunity.

It was impossible to keep our relationship secret from friends, so we didn’t bother, but we downplayed it.

We didn’t do everything together. We kept it as casual as we could.

Everyone was convinced we were having an epic romance.

The extent of our romance was a dining hall meal before fucking in a dorm bed and then studying the rest of the night.

We did occasionally go to events together, but we certainly didn’t go to any of the formals as each other’s date. We went solo.

And hooked up when we got there.

I kept Lissa in the back of my mind during the year, but I didn’t contact her ever. I actually avoided her street during Christmas break. At the end of the school year, I had no idea where my relationship with Gwen was going. We lived a good four hour drive apart with little chance of visiting.

“We should play it cool over summer,” said Gwen. “Keep it more casual.”

“Can’t be more casual than not seeing each other.” I was in her bed as she paced back and forth in the small space of her dorm room. She was naked so I got to switch from seeing her tits and pussy to her ass as she walked her tiny route. It was great, but distracting.

“Maybe we should date other people over the summer.”

“Sure,” I said with absolutely no intention of dating anyone.

“Keep calls and letters to a minimum.”

“It sounds like you never want to fuck me again,” I said.

“Maybe it’ll be a big build up to September,” she suggested.

My cock stirred at that thought. “I could maybe do that. But I can’t promise I’m not going to jerk off to you over summer.”

“Want to jerk off right here and now?” she asked.

I pulled down the sheets to show her my erect cock. I started pumping my fist up and down the shaft. “I already am.”

“Pervert, jerking off in front of a young lady,” she said as she stopped pacing and went to her knees next to the bed. A moment later I was in her mouth and watching as she sucked me off.

She was good at giving head.

Very good.

Excellent even.

Perfect.

She knew how to suck, how to lick, when to cup the balls, when to stroke the shaft, how to tease with the threat of her teeth, how to make it feel like she was literally sucking my soul out of my body through my cock.

I came in her mouth. Gwen wasn’t shy about swallowing cum. She said it was an easier way to deal with cum than having to catch it in a towel or get it on her face. When I asked her about cumming in her pussy she said that was a pain to clean up, but the feeling was more than worth it.

As I came, she looked up at me. We locked eyes. I was convinced she was a succubus stealing my soul through my cock and my eyes. It was worth it.

“How do you do that?” I gasped when she was done.

“Suck it hard and know what he likes,” she said casually. “I can teach you how to give a blowjob if you want. We’ll just need to find a guy willing to help us out.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m going to miss you over summer,” she said. It was the first bit of sentimentality I had gotten from her. We had finals in two days and knew things were coming to an end. 

“Thanks. Same goes for me.”

“Be sure to fuck at least one girl over summer. I want you to come back with better sex skills.”

“I thought I was the best you’ve ever had!”

“B+ at best.”

“Who is your A+?”

“Haven’t met him yet.”

“You’re still my A+,” I told her.

“You need more experience.”

That was the Gwen I knew and loved.

But I couldn’t tell her that I loved her.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

My summer was a shitty job at the local, tiny kiddie amusement park. I avoided thinking about Lissa. I wrote Gwen every few days. We agreed to call only on late night weekends when the rates were cheap. 

I considered asking out a couple of coworkers. Deidre, the cute girl who ran the snow cone concession flirted shamelessly and came incredibly close to asking me out. I showed more interpersonal skills than I knew I had by suddenly talking about my college girlfriend, driving Deidre away.

I was thrilled to get back to college. New and better dorm. A place I liked and enjoyed. Hooking up with Gwen again.

We called the night before we were headed back to make plans for the first day on campus.

“Let’s not go overboard,” she said.

“Of course not,” I agreed. “We’re going to keep it casual.”

My dorm room phone rang while I was still in the process of unpacking. It was Gwen. Luckily my parents had dropped me off and left for home. My new roommate, a person unknown to me, had yet to appear.

“I’m horny. Wanna fuck?”

I couldn’t help but keep from laughing. “Your place or mine? My roommate hasn’t shown up yet.”

“Yours. Cathy is taking forever to unpack.”

Ten minutes later she was in my room.

A minute after that we were naked and I was inside her. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. I loved hearing her moans. She was wet and horny for me. I was certain parents and students could hear us fucking but we didn’t care. 

Gwen screamed into my pillow to muffle the noise when she came. She was on all fours and I was fucking her from behind when she came. The hot flash in her pussy was all I needed to push me over the edge. As she was coming down from her climax, I was pumping my cum into her.

“I needed that,” she said.

“Me too.”

“How many?” she asked.

“How many what?” Gwen was like that. She’d ask a question out of nowhere and expect me to know.

“How many girls did you fuck over summer? I’m guessing five, a good number. Just enough to give you a little more experience but not so much that everyone thinks you’re a manslut.”

“Zero.”

She glared at me. “Not even one. Shane, come on! That’s terrible. Were you in an all-male prison camp all summer? Even then you should have gotten fucked in the ass at least once.”

I pushed her to the side of my bed and gave myself a little space. “One girl asked me out,” I semi-lied. “I said no.”

“Why the fuck not!?” She actually shouted at me. If she was faking, she was a damn good actress.

“Because…I don’t know. I was hung up on you and I was hung up on Lissa.”

Gwen blinked and screwed up her cute little nose. “Who the fuck is Lissa?”

“My ex-girlfriend from high school.”

She blinked again. “You’ve got some fucking problems, Shane.”

“I know, I know.”

“You need to get the fuck over her. You’ve been fucking me for a year now.”

“It’ll be a year on October 3rd.”

Gwen sighed. “You get hung up on women way too easily.”

“I know.”

“We need to find you someone else to fuck.”

“No. I’m good.”

“I fucked two guys over summer break.”

I pressed my lips together. It felt like she had punched me in the gut.

“Derek was charming when he asked me out, but he was an octopus in the car and the movie theater. He was lousy in bed. Michael was okay, polite and all that, but he came way too fast.”

Her disappointments in the sexual arena made me happy because I indulge in schadenfreude too much.

“That’s too bad.”

She shrugged. “We did it three more times. He was always fast and barely adequate. Definitely not husband material. Sex was so bad over summer I was so glad to get back to you and fuck someone who knew what he was doing.”

“That’s quite a compliment coming from you.”

“Thanks. So why didn’t you call up Lissa? I bet she would have banged you again.”

“You don’t know anything about her. How could you even make that sort of wild speculation?”

“You should have asked her. How much did you talk to her?”

“I didn’t even see her:”

“That’s fucked up, Shane. You didn’t even acknowledge the existence of your high school girlfriend over summer break?”

“No. No, I didn’t.”

“Even with the chance to fuck her?”

“I had no chance with her.”

“Yeah, not with that attitude.”

I sighed. “Are we going to keep this up all year?” I asked her.

“What?”

“Arguing and bickering?”

“I sure hope so. And lots of sex. Lots of meaningless and enthusiastic sex.”

“Sounds good.”

It didn’t turn out that way exactly. 

The problem with having lots and lots of good sex was that it often turned into something else.

At least it did with Gwen and me.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

We fell right back into our old patterns, which was great. However, maybe I was more mature, or maybe it was because I was older, or maybe I was just sending off the right vibe, because I started noticing a lot of women at college, both older and younger, were paying attention to me.

That would have been fine. Gwen was more than enough for me. And I had skewed the odds in my favor when I went to college. Our school was a ratio of nearly two to one. There was a shortage of men on our campus.

At first that didn’t bother Gwen, but eventually it did.

I could tell. I wasn’t stupid.

“We should go out on dates,” she said one day after we finished fucking in my dorm bed.

“Isn’t that what this is? We do it every Tuesday and Thursday.” My second year roommate had a very set schedule. We had three hours in the middle of the day when we could fuck our brains out.

“I was thinking that we needed to expand our horizons,” she said.

I grinned. “Are you suggesting anal?”

She swatted me. “No! I got asked out on a date.”

My stomach sank through the floor. “By who?” I asked but I didn’t want to know.

“Mark Davies. He’s in my chem lab.”

“Oh.”

“Would that be okay with you?”

Technically, Gwen didn’t have to ask my permission to date or fuck anyone else.

It was telling that she did ask.

“Uh…I suppose. Do you have something planned?”

“He said he wanted to take me to the comedy show at the Union this weekend. He said it’s because I have a great personality.”

“Oh. Huh. Yeah. I mean, you’re your own person. You can do that.” I couldn’t help myself. I had to say something. “This works both ways, right?”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“Tina Walter, the work study assistant in the Econ department?” I phrased her name as a question. “She flirts with me all the time.”

“Right,” Gwen said dismissively.

I shrugged. “Well, maybe flirting isn’t accurate. She said anytime I wanted to fuck her I just had to give her a call. If you’re going to be busy Saturday night…” I didn’t finish the statement.

I saw a hundred emotions flash through Gwen’s face. “Yeah. Sure. Take her out. Fuck her in her room. Or here.”

“Are you going to fuck Mark?” I asked pointedly.

“Maybe,” she hedged. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Good. Let’s do it and compare notes.”

We only had a few minutes before we had to get to class. Oddly, this dating talk was making my cock rise and Gwen certainly noticed that.

She grinned at me. “You want to go again one more time?” she asked as she rolled on top of me.

“I don’t think I have a choice.”

We had just started—I had barely slipped my cock into her—when the dorm room opened and Harvey, my roommate, walked in. We weren’t exactly fully exposed, but it was obvious we were naked under the covers of my bed. 

“I’ll…be back in ten minutes,” he said, making a graceful exit, closing the door behind him.

Gwen laughed, but she didn’t get off me. “Ten minutes is all you need, big boy.”

 

So I went to a lame party with Tina while Gwen was out with Mark. I told myself everything was fine and this is what we wanted.

The problem was the party Tina took me to was extremely lame, even for me. Boring. She and I talked to the others in the house for a while, but they were mostly concerned with watching TV and drinking beer. Neither of these activities appealed to us, so we left for my room.

“My place is closer,” I told her.

That’s all the seduction she needed. That and access to the dorm’s interior to use the bathroom. Once that was done we went to my room. 

“What do you want to do?” I asked her, completely out of my element despite the setting.

“You know what I want to do,” she said, approaching me.

I did.

She pressed close to me and we kissed.

It was only then I realized how much shorter she was compared to me. 

That didn’t matter. We undressed each other and got into my bed.

Tina had straight brown hair that was cut to a short, practical bob. She also had big tits with large areolas. That wasn’t exactly a turn-on for me, but I wasn’t going to complain. I was surprised at how eager she was to have sex. In my twisted mind I still thought that sex was something only a very select few women liked.

I was wrong about that, it was just that women I’d been with were more than willing to have sex with me.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked when things were right on the edge.

This was the wrong time to talk about birth control.

Especially since I hadn’t planned ahead and figured all women were like Gwen, coming with birth control already installed. 

Stupidly I wasn’t worried about diseases.

“Shit. No. I…uh…I didn’t plan ahead. I’m out.”

I hadn’t bought condoms since my one time with Lissa.

“That’s okay. I have some in my bag.”

I loved a woman who came (heh) prepared.

There was a bit of awkwardness as she found her bag, got out the condoms, and gave one to me. More pause as I opened and rolled it on. Finally we were back and ready to go.

Slipping my cock into Tina was easier than my first times with Lissa or Gwen. I wasn’t sure if Tina was a giant slut or hypersexual. I didn’t really care, but she was really wet. I had gone down on her a bit as we were playing around. She had a full natural bush, a relic of the time, but she also had fat, puffy labia. Yes, I was comparing the women I’d been with but I wasn’t yet twenty. What the hell did I know?

Once I was inside Tina, we fucked like we were old lovers.

She loved it when I slammed into her.

I loved how welcoming her pussy was.

I loved it when she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her.

When she came, her face scrunched up like she was in pain. I could feel her pussy clamping down on me.

I was proud that I didn’t cum right away and spoil the moment.

I did pause while she climaxed.

“You’re…you’re still hard,” she panted.

“Yeah. I didn’t cum.”

Her eyes gleamed with happiness.

“Can you keep going?” 

“Sure, I was just giving you a moment.”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard!”

I could do that.

I did do that.

I didn’t want to admit to her or myself that I wasn’t really attracted to her. She was a nice enough person and had an okay body, but it didn’t do anything special for me. This was just casual sex.

But I still made her cum three more times. I left her moaning and breathing heavily.

“You have…you have to…to stop.”

“Why? Am I hurting you?”

She flopped her head back and forth. “No. It’s good. Too good. Too much.”

“Okay, I can stop.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Did you cum?”

“No.”

“Ohh…finish off. Use me. Fuck me. Just…finish.”

It was a strange request but I wasn’t going to say no, not with my cock buried in her. 

I closed my eyes and pounded away. 

I fantasized that I was fucking Lissa.

In less than a minute I came.

I felt bad about using Tina that way, but she didn’t know.

“Oh…so good,” she moaned softly as I finished.

“Yeah. That was great.”

“I just want to rest my eyes a minute,” she lied to me. Her words were already slurred and she was drifting off. 

This didn’t bother me. More than once Gwen had spent the night in my bed; I’d done the same in hers. No big deal. Sometimes it took an understanding roommate or having a roommate elsewhere that night. I didn’t know where Harvey was that night. I didn’t really care either.

The bed was narrow, but we were dumb college students. After disposing of the condom, I lay down next to Tina and fell asleep with her.

 

It might have been ten minutes later. Or an hour. Or it might have been three a.m. I don’t know and I don’t remember. 

I was woken by a knock at the door. I figured it was Harvey and he had forgotten his key. I grabbed my robe and stumbled to the door to let him in.

I was wrong. It wasn’t Harvey.

It was Gwen.

She was upset. Flustered. It took me a second, but I realized she was crying.

Gwen didn’t say anything to me. She just pushed into the room. 

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed to me.

I was confused, to say the least.

“Sorry? About what?”

Gwen was just about to sit on my bed when she realized it was occupied by Tina, who, by now, had woken and started to sit up.

That’s when it became apparent that Tina was naked. Because her breasts were exposed when the sheet slid down her body.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

The same words were spoken by the women. Gwen’s in shock and Tina’s in surprise.

“I didn’t know you had…company,” Gwen said between sniffles. 

That was wrong. She was the one to encourage me to go out with—and fuck—Tina.

Tina moved to cover herself up and then extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Tina. Are you a friend of Shane?”

I realized that the two women didn’t know each other. It was a small college, but everyone didn’t know everyone. 

“Yes,” I spoke quickly. “A friend. Tina, Gwen. Gwen, Tina.” I glanced back and forth between the two. “I think Gwen’s had a bad night.”

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Tina got out of the bed, pulling a blanket with her, mostly covering herself.

I couldn’t not stare as Tina hugged Gwen. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but Tina was mostly naked. I could see her bare ass and the situation had me on an erotic edge. 

“What happened?” asked Tina. It was interesting that she went into girl talk mode even though they didn’t know each other. 

And Tina didn’t really know the type of relationship I had with Gwen.

This was going to go bad very, very fast.

I expected Gwen to say nothing and then run away. 

Instead she poured her fucking heart out to Tina.

In between sobs and gasps she said, “I went out with a guy, went back to his place, had sex…it was terrible.” Crying.

Tina stepped up. “Did he…you know… rape you?” She barely spoke the R word.

Gwen shook her head vehemently. “No. He…it…was…just awful. Bad. I didn’t want to be there, but I didn’t…FUCK!”

We both took a step back from Gwen’s outburst.

“Why’d you come see Shane?” Tina asked, glancing warily my way. “Is this guy a friend of Shane’s?” Tina eyed me suspiciously, as if I had done something wrong.

“I don't even know the guy!” I protested.

“Mark doesn’t know Shane,” Gwen confirmed.

“Then why did you come here?” Tina wanted to know.

It was a good question. It was a sincere question. Tina was a psychology major. And she wasn’t an idiot.

Neither Gwen nor I said anything, but the looks we exchanged said way too much.

“What's going on?” asked Tina, backing away. She looked on the floor and saw her clothing.

Throwing caution to the wind along with the blanket she had used to cover herself, Tina grabbed her underwear off the floor and started quickly dressing.

“What are you doing?” I asked. It was a stupid question.

“Getting out of here,” she said. Tina didn’t bother putting on her bra, she just stuffed it into her bag and pulled on her shirt and jeans before jamming her feet into her shoes. “I don’t know what kinky shit you two are into, but I’m not into it.”

“He’s just a friend!” Gwen protested. It didn’t sound sincere to my ears at all.

“Yeah. Right.” She grabbed her jacket and glared at us. “This is the worst way to try to seduce me into a threesome that I could possibly imagine. What’s wrong with you two?”

“We’re not trying to seduce you into a threesome!” I insisted. A second later I hated myself because that would have been awesome.

Probably.

Gwen was getting angry. “I came here for sympathy! Not to be accused of being a lesbian!”

“Bi,” I corrected her.

“Ha! Good-bye Shane! Don’t ever talk to me. Both of you!” Tina slammed the door on her way out.

I blinked. “I was saying she was accusing you of being bi, not lesbian,” I clarified for Gwen.

“Yeah. I got that.” Dejected, she sat down on my rumpled bed and started crying again.

I sat next to her and just held her. 

Gwen spent the night.

We didn’t have sex.

We didn’t even talk.

 

 

Chapter 6

 

It was nice waking up next to Gwen. We didn’t do that enough. I was naked but she was wearing her top and underwear.

Naturally, being young, I woke up with a raging hard-on. It was pressing against Gwen’s ass. I didn’t want to wake her up. I didn’t want to disturb her. 

But I needed to use the bathroom.

And I wanted to fuck her. 

I just decided to endure it as long as I could and kissed the back of her neck.

“Is that your cock or do you have a tree trunk in here?”

Gwen was awake.

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry.”

“It’s…it’s okay.”

“Would it be okay if I went to the bathroom?”

“Sure.”

It was hell trying to get my boner under control so I could piss. The bathroom visit took longer than I wanted it.

When I returned to my dorm room, Gwen was getting dressed.

“Are you leaving?”

“I should go back to my place.”

“No. Stay. We need to talk.”

“About last night?” she asked. “I don’t think so. The less said, the better.”

I ignored her. “You came to my room crying your eyes out. What the fuck was that all about?”

“You fucked another girl!” she protested loudly. Too loudly for a Saturday morning in a college dorm.

“You fucked another guy!” I countered. “And if you’ve forgotten, we aren’t exclusive or anything. You told me to fuck her!”

Gwen burst into tears again.

I wanted to be annoyed, but instead I put my arms around her.

She didn’t fight me off.

“I shouldn’t have fucked him,” she mumbled into my robe that was slowly coming open to show I was naked underneath.

“You’re a free spirit. You can fuck whoever you want. I’m fine with it.”

I wasn’t fine with it, but I was willing to lie for her because she needed to hear that.

Or so I thought.

“You fucked her!” 

“You said it was okay,” I reminded her. 

“I didn’t want you to fuck her!”

“Well, you should have said something beforehand!”

She sucked in a deep breath and pushed away from me. “Do you want to fuck her again?”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Did you want me in a threesome with her?”

“No! I never even imagined that!” I had imagined it after the fact, but she didn’t need to know that.

“I lied to you.”

I blinked. “You did? About what?”

“About the guys I’ve slept with.”

“You didn’t have sex with Mark last night?”

She sat back down on the bed and I closed my robe. It was weird seeing her dressed and me wearing next to nothing.

“No. I did.”

“But you didn’t want to?”

“I needed to…to prove something to myself. I failed.”

I was confused. “What were you trying to prove? I’m lost.”

“Mark was only the third guy I’ve had sex with,” she said.

It took me a minute to process that. “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” she snapped at me. “I lied. I’ve only had sex with three guys now. Including you.”

“What about the others?” I didn’t need to know, but I had to know.

“Just messing around. Above the waist stuff. Nothing.”

“Oh.” I thought for a second. “So…you and I have the same number now.”

“Yeah, I know. I needed to know if you fucked Tina because…because I had fucked Mark.”

“Um…I did.”

“Yeah. I know.”

I nodded. Didn’t need to beat that dead horse. “Was it that bad?” Apparently I was into equine corpse abuse. 

“Uh…the sex with him was…okay.”

“So…”

“So…I wanted to be with you, not him.”

That hit me a lot harder than I thought it would.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” she said almost sadly.

There was a long pause as we sat with that between us.

“But you said—” I started to say.

“Forget what I fucking said!” she blurted out. “Can we stop pretending like…like we barely like each other? Can we do that?”

I turned my head toward her. “I think I love you.”

Gwen managed to pull back once again. “You didn’t have to say that.”

“I thought we were done lying to each other.”

“Well, yeah, but—” I silenced her with a kiss.

It was the smoothest thing I had ever done.

While we kissed I pushed off my robe, leaving me naked. My cock started to rise.

She didn’t object when I slipped my hands up her shirt. When had she had time to take off her bra? It didn’t matter, in a matter of moments we were laying down and I was slipping my fingers into her flowered panties. 

“Are you okay with this?” she asked.

“Okay with us having sex? Yes. Easy answer.”

“I mean, sex when I just fucked another guy last night.”

“I fucked another girl last night,” I reminded her.

“Right.”

She let me take off her panties and eat her pussy. I liked making her cum, hearing her sighs and moans. A minute after that, I was inside her and I never felt closer to her than ever before.

It wasn’t exactly makeup sex, but more like relationship affirmation sex. Either way it was great. I kept going and going, making her cum over and over again until she was begging me to stop.

“I can’t! I can’t!”

“Why not?” I teased her. 

“My entire body is tingling.”

“How many times did you cum?”

“I lost count after ten.”

I nodded. “Good enough.” I pounded away at her and didn’t need to fantasize that I was with anyone else to climax.

Somehow, thinking about Lissa when I was fucking Tina made it seem like I was cheating on three women at once.

 We were hot and sweaty when we were done. I needed to shower but I wanted to hold Gwen forever.

“What would you have done if Tina wanted a threesome with us?” Gwen suddenly asked me.

I laughed. “I would have figured I had literally died and gone to heaven because that would never happen.”

“It happens. Threesomes are a thing.”

My girlfriend was surprising me. I tilted my head and looked at her. “Are you saying you want to try a threesome with Tina? Because I think that boat has sailed.”

“Just answer the question.”

“Okay, I would have said yes because fucking one beautiful woman and one slightly above average woman at the same time while they got it on as well, that’s something I would happily do. Is that the answer you wanted to hear?”

Gwen gave me the eyes. “Am I the beautiful woman or the average one?”

I returned her gaze and considered making a joke. I didn’t. “The beautiful one.”

“Silver-tongued liar!” She swatted me. 

“That’s not all I can do with my silver tongue!” I went on to prove it.

 

 

Chapter 7

 

While things didn’t exactly change between us—we were both independent people who just happened to be dating and fucking—but at the same time everything changed. I knew couples that planned their classes together. Not Gwen and I. We were a couple, but we weren’t obsessive. 

Yes, we fucked at every opportunity. We started making a game of it. Dorm rooms were too easy. The landing at top of the stairs of the library was a well-known hookup location. We did that right away. And she sucked me off deep in the stacks of the business library. There was an alcove in the science building outside and hidden from most eyes. We did it in the storage closet of the student government offices where she was doing a work study job. She had the key. There was also the back row of the small auditorium, a bathroom of the college union, and we did it in the showers of both our dorms. Both times there were other people in the bathroom, but we didn’t care. 

We were young and horny.

There is a lower level of privacy in college and we adapted.

One time I asked her, “Are you an exhibitionist? We have sex all the time where we could get caught.”

“I don’t think so. It’s exciting, but I don’t want to get caught and I don’t want people watching us.”

“But we could get caught…”

Gwen shivered. “I know. That’s the thrill and I hate it and I love it. I want the risk but I don’t want to get caught.”

“You’re a complex woman.”

“Right. So what are we going to do about summer?”

The end of the school year was rapidly approaching. We could both go home and suffer. Or we could stay at college and get summer jobs, sublet an apartment, and fuck like rabbits.

“I need to go home for a week, get things taken care of. Let’s get an apartment and we’ll work here.”

It was a terrible plan. We did it anyway.

 

My parents weren’t exactly thrilled that I wouldn’t be spending the summer at home with them…until they realized that with my older sister already out of the house, they didn’t have any real responsibilities as parents. I wouldn’t say they went wild, but they weren’t exactly overprotective during the week that I was home.

That was good.

Because I unexpectedly ran into Lissa on my third day at home.

Where?

The goddamned grocery store because my mother sent me there for milk, eggs, and bread. Maybe she wanted to make French toast. I don’t know. 

We both stared at each other for a long moment in the bread aisle. 

Somehow I found my courage and was the first to speak.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

It was a scintillating conversation.

But that was enough to break the ice. We started talking. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week. No one was in the store and we just stood there taking up space, blocking people, already lost in our own world.

I don’t remember anything about the conversation until the end.

A woman with her toddler was passing by and gave us a dirty look. Maybe it was because we were young, or blocking the way, or talking about something that was none of her business. She reminded me of my aunt and that was enough for me to realize my mother was waiting for the food.

“We should get together,” I said because I’m an idiot.

“Yeah, we should.”

I would have left it there, but a few hours later when I was at home, she called. 

Why the hell did she call?

We talked for an hour.

We made plans for her to come over.

She did.

I made her my specialty: just barely burned burgers.

She didn’t complain.

We finally ran out of subjects to talk about that weren’t us.

“What are you doing the rest of the summer? Are you working?” she asked me.

“I’m…I’m going back to college. I got a job there.” 

I didn’t say anything about Gwen. I hadn’t mentioned her the entire time I had been talking with Lissa.

“Oh. So…this might be the last time I see you.”

“Yeah…”

We didn’t say anything for a long time. We were sitting next to each other on the porch swing on the back of the house.

I can honestly say I don’t know who made the first move. But the next thing I knew, we were kissing.

It got intense fast. 

Our backyard wasn’t exactly private. There was a fence and some tall bushes, but the neighbors could see if they wanted. I told myself that was why Lissa resisted when I slipped my hand up her shirt and tried to take it off.

“Sorry,” I apologized. Lissa wasn’t Gwen who was a secret exhibitionist.

“No. It’s fine.” She glanced around. “Can we go inside?”

“Sure…”

“When will your parents be home?”

I didn’t know.

“Hours. Late.”

We went to my room.

Her tits were just as spectacular as I remembered them from two years ago. Better even. She gasped when I licked and sucked and pinched them.

We got naked quickly. When I peeled off her panties I discovered that most of her dark brown curls were gone, shaved back into a neat triangle and trimmed to a very short length.

This wasn’t the time to comment on her pubic grooming.

She tasted different than Gwen. Not bad, but different. I loved that she was moaning and panting in my bed. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her in place the way Gwen liked and went to town on her clit.

The sounds she made when cumming was completely different from Gwen. That was good. It let me focus on the moment.

“Do you want to?” I asked her when she was still breathing heavily.

Lissa couldn’t answer. She just nodded her head.

I still had a few condoms in my drawer. Gwen and I didn’t use them but I felt like a stud when I bought them over winter break. 

Lissa watched as I rolled one on and got back between her legs.

She guided me in. She was wet from her own lubrication and my saliva from eating her out.

I went in easily. Either I was a lot better at sex now or she hadn’t exactly been virginal at college. She didn’t just lay there. She actively participated, using her hands, kissing me, encouraging me.

It was so wrong that I was fucking her, but I couldn’t stop myself. Apparently she couldn’t stop herself either.

“Oh…yes! Please yes! Harder! Faster! Yes! Yes! More!” That was just what she was saying between the noises that screamed out her pleasure. 

As I fucked her, I supported myself on my forearms and we gazed into each other’s eyes. It was much more intimate than I wanted it to be.

She was still a good kisser. Better than Gwen? I had no idea. Different for sure.

Was I just a lucky guy having been with women who didn’t have any trouble climaxing or was I that good in bed?

I had no idea. I needed a larger sample size.

I still made Lissa cum twice more before I finished in her.

The moment my orgasm faded I immediately had clarity.

Officially Gwen and I weren’t exclusive. Except we had been exclusive since the start of our sophomore year.

I had just cheated on her. 

I was fucking stupid.

“This was…this was…” I wanted to say “a mistake” but that sounded like an insult.

Lissa stepped in. “Intense,” she said. “It’s too bad you’re going to be gone all summer.”

“Yeah. It’s going to be…well, I never expected this to happen.”

“I don’t think we should get back together,” she said quickly. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Right,” I agreed. “I’m not going to be around and you…”

It was then that I realized that maybe, just maybe, Lissa had a boyfriend as well at her college.

Cheating was a terrible idea. But if she didn’t know I was cheating and if she didn’t tell me anything about her romantic life at college, it was all well and fine.

“I’m going to be busy working all summer,” she said, cutting off any possible speculation about what might have been. “Are you going to visit here much?”

“No,” I said firmly.

“Is this goodbye then?” she asked me.

“Not forever, I hope.”

She pushed a little and I rolled off her, careful to keep my condom on. I hurried to the bathroom and flushed away the evidence.

By the time I got back to my room, Lissa was fully dressed. I felt a little vulnerable standing naked in front of her.

“I need to get home,” she said. “We should keep in touch.”

“You’re right. We should.”

I gave her an awkward kiss and she left.

I vowed never to tell Gwen about my semi-infidelity.

 

Chapter 8

 

The next two years of college were perfect, as perfect as life can get. Gwen and I stayed together as a couple. Lots of our classmates joked about us out as the sort of couple that meet freshman year and get married the day after graduation.

That wasn’t true.

We got married two years after graduation. 

We had our ups and downs, but when you meet the right person, you just know.

I never told Gwen about my last fuck with Lissa. It would have crushed her. 

Right before graduation we were hanging out with friends, already reminiscing about our years at college when the inevitable question came up.

“When did you save the bear?”

Someone joked that Shane and Gwen saved the bear the first weekend of freshman year.

I had to point out it was in October.

Gwen, a little drunk, had to chime in, “But I was already not a virgin when I was a freshie.”

“Neither was I,” I said.

Everyone quickly went around the group claiming either being non-virgins when starting at college or announcing when they had saved the little bronze statue on Main Street.

The other couple in our extended group, Becky and Tim, both claimed to be virgins until senior year when they did a mutual.

“That was a close one for the college. You know, the statue is a national historical landmark and if it comes to life and runs away, the FBI has to investigate which student graduated as a virgin.”

Laughter and jeers followed that pronouncement.

“Have you sealed the deal yet?” Becky asked Gwen and me. The other six people sitting in the largest booth in the bar looked at us. Becky’s finger was already sporting an engagement ring.

“Not yet,” Gwen said quickly.

“But have you fully sealed the deal?” I countered her and Tim.

“What?”

“If you want to stay together forever, you have to toss a pair of coins together into the fountain and then go kiss on the gazebo at sunset.”

Every college has a variation of the same myth. If a virgin graduates, some statue on campus comes to life. Kiss at a certain time and/or location, and your relationship will last forever. Our campus had three big ones like that. 

One, if a virgin graduates, the bear statue comes to life.

Two, if a couple throws money into the fountain on Main Street, they’ll have a happy marriage.

Three, if a couple kisses at sunset in the gazebo, they’ll be together forever. 

Actually, the gazebo gave a great view of the valley and the sunsets were always spectacular, so that one just made sense.

The complex version of the last two was to kiss on the gazebo just as sunset was starting, run up to Main Street, toss a couple of coins in the bear fountain, and then run back to the gazebo and kiss again before the sun is below the horizon. 

It’s a challenge because it takes about three minutes for the sun to fully set. The path from the gazebo to fountain is straight, but the joke goes that it’s straight uphill. Which is mostly true. 

It’s a casual five minute walk from bear to gazebo. To make the round trip would take ten minutes. That could be cut back to five if it’s run. But that’s still two minutes too many. 

It’s been said that the campus bike club was the most romantic club to join.

Traffic laws and safety guidelines might have been ignored.

 

Gwen was so desperate to get out of her small town after graduation that she was more than happy to move in with me and my parents.

I wasn’t eager to move back in with them, but reality had to be faced.

The six months we spent in my old bedroom, living as a sort-of couple with my parents was…odd to say the least. Our sex life suffered. We knew we had to get out, but we had the problem of getting jobs and finding a place to live.

With her biology degree Gwen was able to land a great job working as a lab tech. It took me a little more time, but eventually I got a job with the state working in the office of economic development putting that economics degree to good use as an office assistant.

We moved out of my parents’ house. Our sex life improved.

I tried not to think about Lissa.

I hadn't seen her since the summer after sophomore year.

Life was…okay.

And then I came home to our little apartment after work, sat down on the crappy couch, and stared at the wall until Gwen came home.

“What's the matter?” She picked up on little cues like me staring at nothing for an hour.

“I’m having an existential crisis.”

“I can assure you that you are here and living and breathing.”

“You never took any philosophy classes, did you?”

“Nope. Why are you having an existential crisis?”

“Bill—the old guy at my job—they had a retirement party for him. He’s been in my department for thirty-five years and is getting full benefits when he leaves. Says he’s going to stay home and garden.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I don’t want to stay home and garden. I don’t want to work in the same office for thirty-five years.”

“Isn’t economics considered the most miserable academic subject?”

“Yes.”

“You should have chosen a different major.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

“So what do you want to do with your life then?”

I turned my head and truly looked at her for the first time. “I want to fuck you in the ass.”

Gwen gave me serious side eye. “That’s…an odd response.”

“I went to college thinking I’d bang ten different women every year, instead…”

Gwen grinned at me, daring me to continue. “Instead you got stuck with me?”

I tried a different tack. “I hate to travel and don’t do drugs. Life’s supposed to be an adventure. Let’s have adventures in the bedroom.”

“And you want to start that adventure by fucking me in the ass?”

I shrugged. “Or we could have kids. My parents are eager for grandchildren for some reason.”

“Do we have any Vaseline?”

We didn’t. But we went to the store and got some KY instead. 

As we were getting ready, Gwen asked the question that should never have been asked. 

“What else do you want to do? For sex, I mean.”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. But let’s start with this.”

I remembered back to the time I was first going to have sex with Lissa and sort of but not quite almost fucking her in the ass. I opted not to tell Gwen about that.

We got naked and we got serious. We knew enough that just lubing up and shoving my cock up her ass wasn’t a great idea. Instead, we had fairly routine sex to get her, metaphorically and literally, loosened up. 

I was still proud of my ability to make Gwen cum whenever I wanted. Or maybe she should have been proud to have easy orgasms. I felt for the women who had trouble cumming. 

“Are you ready?” I asked her.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

We lubed up my cock. We lubed up her asshole. She didn’t mind my finger penetrating her where nothing should go just to get the lube inside. We shoved a pillow under her hips because she didn’t want to be on her hands and knees because she loved being fucked in that position. 

It was weird doing missionary for anal, but I wasn’t going to argue the point.

At the moment of truth I realized I was harder than I had been in as long as I could remember.

Gwen gave me this lascivious look and said, “Go ahead and fuck my ass.”

It wasn’t exactly Olympic-level dirty talk, but it was what I needed to hear.

I pushed inside her.

It felt…different.

“Hold on, hold on. Give me a minute.”

I couldn’t read the expression on Gwen’s face. Confusion, sure. Not exactly ecstasy, but something close to it. Worry was there. As was her lusty look. Maybe a bit of pain. 

“Am I hurting you?” I asked her.

“No…but this is…different.”

“Should I pull out?”

“No!” Her reply was more eager than I expected. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “Go slow.”

I did, slowly pushing in and out of her ass, not going very deep.

I loved the moans she made.

This was a calculated request on my part. We had fucked plenty of times where she would get really wet to the point of soaking the bed and it was easy to penetrate her little asshole with my finger while I pumped her. I could feel the pressure from my finger as I thrusted into her pussy.

But this was different.

“Is it okay?” I asked, not wanting to hurt her.

“It’s…amazing.”

To my amazement she put a hand down to her pussy, curled two fingers into herself and started jilling off while I fucked her ass.

It was everything I wanted. 

And I still wanted more.

Following the best advice I had ever gotten, I made sure the lady came first. Again.

Her hand was busy in her pussy and I wasn’t sure if it was my cock in her ass or her fingers that made her cum, but that didn’t matter. 

When she looked up at me her eyes were filled with delight.

“Are you going to cum?”

“I can…do you want me to do it in your ass?”

She shook her head. 

I pumped her ass a few more times, then pulled out and shot my load on her pussy and stomach.

Gwen gasped happily. “Okay, we’ll have to do that again.”

We did, but not right away.

 

 

Chapter 9

 

We had some life goals. Get money to buy a house. Get better jobs. Get married. Have kids.

The last two were partly for our families, but we realized that we sort of did want kids. Just not right away.

Our families knew about the first four goals.

They didn’t know about our list.

Gwen insisted we get a list together of everything we wanted to do before and after marriage, before and after kids.

“Like, go on a month-long camping trip in the Adirondacks?”

She gave me her exasperated expression. “No. Like having a threesome.”

“What? Do you want—”

Gwen waved an envelope in front of me. “Here’s my list. You need to write one. Ten items, I think would be good. Whatever matches on both, we do.”

In no particular order, together we had:

 

1. Threesome
2. Attend an orgy
3. Swap with another couple
4. Bondage, serious and light
5. Spanking
6. Public sex and exhibitionism
7. Boudoir photography

 

I was surprised that she had included others in our sex life, especially the swapping.

“Have you met my parents?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Do they seem like they’re happy?”

“Not exactly.”

“It’s not just because they live in the ass end of the state. It’s because they’re both having affairs behind each other’s backs. And everyone knows but they refuse to acknowledge it.”

“I didn’t know this.”

“You’re always the last to know about everything,” she pointed out.

“And you think that us having sex with other people will prevent us from being in a miserable marriage?”

“It can’t hurt,” she said. “My parents should just get divorced.” She gave me a rueful grin. “Your parents are probably swingers. They seem happily married.”

“I think they’re just boring. But maybe instead of seeking out others we should try something else first.”

“Why do you want me to take dirty pictures?” she asked, indicating number seven. 

“Uh…we’re both young and time is a bitch. We’re only going to get older and uglier as time goes on. I want some sexy photos of you in your prime for when I’m old and lonely.”

Gwen rolled her eyes but agreed. 

Four and five proved the easiest to accomplish. 

Gwen had a beautiful ass that I had experimentally and lightly spanked on more than one occasion during sex. She agreed and when we tried it for the first time, it surprised the hell out of her when I held her down and spanked her ass red.

She said it hurt and she couldn’t sit on a hard surface for a couple of days. But she also said it tuned her on and made the sex better.

It was easy to buy bondage equipment. It turned out that both of us liked being tied up and teased by the other. The hard part was hiding our equipment from friends and family.

I liked to restrain Gwen with cuffs and straps, put nipple clamps on her and use a vibrator to make her cum until she was crying.

She liked to tie me up and give me a long, slow blowjob that could last for over an hour. Sometimes she would sit on my face while doing it so I could eat her out and make her cum. Gwen became accomplished at creating the ruined orgasm. Repeatedly she would bring me to the brink and then stop. 

It was torture. 

It was heaven.

Eventually I’d cum after an hour of attention. She’d only need to lightly touch my cock and I was erupting.

The boudoir photos were actually sort of a disappointment. The pictures were nice and she was sexy in them, but they came off as a low-rent Playboy shoot that straddled the border between erotic and overly graphic. That would have been fine, but we couldn’t share them with anyone. I put them away in a desk drawer and only got them out occasionally. Gwen never asked to see them.

It was a minor medical crisis that changed everything.

She came home from work one day with a minor fever. At midnight we were in the ER because the fever was out of control and she had serious stomach pain.

I was certain the previous night’s energetic anal sex was the source of the problem.

It was just kidney stones.

It ran in her family.

The long and the short of it was that she was given pain meds and antibiotics. It was the antibiotics that messed up her birth control and two months later we found out she was pregnant.