Please note that is is intended as satire, so forgive the lapses in realism. And BTB readers be forewarned, there's no retribution or any negative consequences to our favorite adulteress in this little prelude. Once again, credit to GeorgeAnderson for creating the February Sucks characters upon whom this piece is very loosely based.
Jim and Linda's College Days
She looked up at the diamond ring on her left hand as it caressed Jake's rippling abdominal muscles, observing how the sparkling stone looked especially impressive as it moved against that smooth white skin. It was an antique rose cut diamond, at least a carat and a half in weight, and it was exquisitely set in a white gold band. She loved watching the prism of colors that seemed to shoot out from the stone's facets as her hand gently moved upward and luxuriated in the feel of the aathlete's chiseled muscles, the smooth and hard contours of masculine perfection.
Her other hand was also occupied. It was sliding with a slight twisting motion along Jake's long and slightly curved penis, providing a manual assist to the action of her mouth. She marveled at how each cock she sucked had its own distinct features: one was long, another was fat, one had a big head, another tapered to a dull point. In the months since the start of the football season, she had had the opportunity to examine a fairly large assortment. White cocks, black cocks, brown cocks. She had entertained them all.
Her tongue savored the feel of Jake's large mushroom head sliding in and out of her wide-open mouth and, as always, she enjoyed watching the cock move in and out, the pace increasing with the athlete's urgency, building to the spasms she never ceased to enjoy. It was always a kick to feel it spurt. It made her feel like she was in control. She focused on the cock in her mouth, and then she gazed up again toward the glittering diamond. "Such a beautiful ring," she thought. She was very proud of it.
The ring had come into her possession only recently, when she accepted Jim's marriage proposal. She was a senior and Jim a graduate student at the university and though their parents cautioned that they were young for such an important step, Linda had made up her mind with her usual singlemindedness of purpose. Jim was so solid, she thought. A little dull, a little bit of a straight arrow, but the perfect person with whom she could start the family she eventually wanted. "He's a good man," she told her friend Dee after calling to let her know of the engagement, adding that she was certain he'd be a good provider, a doting father and a loving and unfailingly faithful husband. She told Dee that Jim already had a job lined up and he was willing to support her so she could continue studies that would lead to the physical therapy degree she wanted, studies that would take another three years to complete. What she didn't say, but admitted only to herself, was that Jim was a guy who she could easily manipulate. He was like an open book to her: she would always know what's in his heart and she trusted that he'd be there for her, come what may.
Her feelings were not completely cynical: Linda loved Jim in her own way, which, she acknowledged, had its peculiarities. He was a great listener and an OK dancer. He wasn't terribly imaginative or spontaneous, but that was all right: she had enough spontaneity and imagination for the two of them. After just a few dates, she had decided that they were perfect for each other. Linda and her mother were planning for an elaborate wedding in June, just weeks after their graduation. She was sure they would have a long and happy marriage.
She thought of all this as Jake, the team's star linebacker, picked up the pace of his pumping action. She bent her neck forward to take him in more deeply as she sensed Jake's orgasm coming on. There was that slight quiver to his penis, a deep thrust and then the thin salty jelly filled her mouth and dribbled a little out one side. She rolled it around in her mouth before she swallowed. She thought it was interesting how easily she had gotten good, really good, at giving blowjobs since she started this job. Until just a few months before, she had sucked the occasional cock to get it hard before intercourse and she'd gone all the way to completion with Jim on one or two special occasions, most recently on his birthday. Now, she seemed to have become quite the oral sexual expert, at least that's what the team's players told her. It had taken her a while to abide the taste and feel of semen in her mouth, but she had come to tolerate it, even to like it, and Jake had just produced an extraordinary quantity of the stuff.
"Wow, Jake-o, that was a shitload of cum. When's the last time you got off?
Jake flashed a stupid grin. "When Josh and I fucked you."
"That was three days ago, Jake," Linda said. "Don't you have a girlfriend? Don't you jerk off in your fraternity room?
"I was saving it all for you, Linda," said the athlete. "Nobody does it better."
Linda smiled. She was weirdly proud of her ability.
As a physical therapy major, Linda had sought after a job working for the university football team's trainer for two years before he finally acquiesced and created a position as apprentice team masseuse. She had taken courses in sports massage and as a trade-off, Linda offered to provide massage services to the team's players. She'd do the work as a volunteer in exchange for experience in trailing the team's trainer and the team's head coach, Coach Duncan, providing her with the opportunity to learn the intricacies of coaching and training elite athletes. It was an extraordinary opportunity for a physical therapy major. At first, her responsibilities were straightforward. For three days each week, she'd follow Coach Duncan at practice before moving to the training room, where the team's athletic trainer would assign one or two players to receive her ministrations. It was usually guys who'd had pulled muscles or had some minor injury. Initially, the massage table was located in the weight room, right next to a row of free weights. Her job took a different turn when the trainer, in an effort to make the massage a more relaxing experience for his players, moved Linda's table into what had been a large storage closet. The privacy of the new location changed everything.
When the trainer first introduced Linda to the team in the pre-season, most of the guys were respectful, even shy. But in late August, just before the season's opening game, she walked into the narrow space that was now her newly-created massage room and the team's hotshot wide receiver, Garth Rawls was already on the table. He was a tall, lanky guy with chiseled, matinee-idol features and a mane of long blonde hair that flew out behind his helmet as he sprinted gracefully down field. Along with half the female student body, she had long been an admirer. And now here he was, right in front of her, on a massage able that was a little short for his frame and left his big feet dangle over the edge.
He was naked, save for a small towel that barely covered his ass. "Hey babe, my shoulders are so sore from Saturday's game," he said. "They really need some care."
As Linda began to knead the muscles around his shoulders, Rawls slyly slipped the towel to one side. Looking back, Linda saw that moment as an inflection point. She could have chosen to insist that he cover up and treat her as a professional, or she could just allow the the big man's transgression and see where it might lead. She chose the latter.
When Rawls turned over on his back, he had a smile on his face and a raging hard-on. Linda felt herself moisten. She took the penis in her hand and smiled. "What have we here, Mr. Rawls? Are you sore here, too?"
Without raising up, Rawls reached his enormous arm around Linda's waist and drew her closer to her face to his and kissed her, his tongue pushing gently into her mouth. All the while, she still had his cock in her hand. He smelled of sweat tinged with a faint amount of aftershave, an intensely male smell. The taste, the smell, the feel of his cock in her hand was enough to break down any resistance she'd had to this potentially dangerous situation. The moistening of her pussy became a small flood. She felt as if she would swoon.
Rawls reached up with both hands and slipped them underneath Linda's tank top, cupping her breasts with a surprisingly delicate touch. He was famous, after all, for his abilities with his hands. Linda could feel her nipples harden. An inadvertent groan escaped her lips. Slipping off her gym shorts, she straddled him, rubbing the gusset of her thongs against his erection. Seconds later, she had pulled it aside to allow him to push past the lips of her pussy. He was moving deep inside, deep enough so that he was pounding against the walls of her cervix. "Damn," she thought. "This is amazing, but I forgot to have him put on a condom,."
"Don't come inside me," she said, the words spilling out between gasps as she rode up and down on the cock, a motion similar to the moving horses on a carousel. To Rawls' credit, he honored Linda's request. He pushed her up and allowed his cock to flop out, spurting bursts of cum in every direction. The big athlete was simultaneously laughing and gasping. Struggling to control her breathing, Linda used one arm as leverage and would have rolled over, but there was no room for two horizontal bodies on the massage table. She sat up on the table's edge, panting for breath. "That was great, Rawls, but promise me you you'll keep this to yourself. This has got to be between you and me." Rawls nodded his assent. "My lips are sealed," he said, as he sat up and kissed the top of her head. "And thank you. That was the best massage I've ever had."
Jim had just found a studio apartment in an off-campus graduate student housing subsidized by North Texas University. Although Linda still had a room in her sorority house, she spent most of her time at Jim's place. Itv was a clean, sparsely furnished room with a light wooden desk, a double-sized bed that was really too small for the two of them, a dresser and bookshelves lining the wall. They had set up a portable table that would act as Linda's desk so they could both work on their laptops on the frequent nights she stayed there. Jim had been mixing a salad dressing, stirring tomato sauce and boiling water for pasta, preparing a sweet and simple dinner for two while Linda was fucking Garth Rawls.
"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" Jim asked, as Linda came through the door. Still wearing the apron she'd bought him last Christmas, he greeted her with a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Exhausting," Linda answered. "They screwed up my registration for one of my classes, so I spent hours getting that straightened out. I followed Coach at practice and then the trainer asked me to give two massages."
"Well, dinner will be ready in ten." said Jim, giving a little squeeze to his fiancé. "Hey, you've got some stains on your shirt. You must have spilled something."
Linda looked down and saw that she had missed cleaning Rawls' cum stains from her blue tank top. She'd been so careful about cleaning up around the table that she'd missed the gobs that had landed on her own clothes.
