Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing.
Chapter 1: Bad Start to a Good Night
There's something oddly liberating about catching your girlfriend in bed with your roommate.
I'd opened the door of my dorm room only to find my roommate, Steve, plowing into someone from behind. It really wasn't a very pretty sight and got less so when I realized the aforementioned plowee was my girlfriend Jen.
Now Jen and I had been having issues ever since school started and while we'd gone through the motions of trying to 'fix' things, our hearts weren't really in it. So the blow was more to my ego than to my heart. I suppose there was a bit of sadness mixed in there as well- I'd thought better of Jen. I guess I should be used to folks disappointing me by now though.
Steve, on the other hand, was doing exactly the sort of thing I would have expected based on my experiences with him over the last few months. We'd found ourselves stuck in the same dorm room together and there was really no love lost between the two of us. He was the typical High School 'Big Man on Camps' sort, just starting his first year of college and soon to discover that he wasn't the big fish in a small pond anymore. I unfortunately already knew exactly how big and uncaring the pond was and, at the relatively ancient age of 21, just didn't have the patience to deal with the stupidity that comes so naturally to a guy who's just getting out from under his parents thumb for the first time. He'd been flirting with Jen since classes started and, as annoying as it was, I hadn't thought much of it. Like I said, I'd thought better of her.
So here I am, two months into my Jr. year of college, stuck living in a dorm, watching my jackass of a roommate do my girlfriend from behind.
Neither of them noticed me open the door, so I suppose I could have stepped out and pretended it all never happened. But that didn't really appeal. The problem was that the other alternative, beating the crap out of the son of a bitch, really wasn't all the appealing either. Don't get me wrong, it was appealing in an abstract sort of way, but given the last few months and now the scene in front of me, I just can't quite convince myself that Jen was worth it.
The only really good option was to try to have some fun with it I supposed.
As soon as I start stomping into the room Jens little squeaks turn into a shout. Her "Ty! Oh my God!" was quickly drowned out by Steve's "What the fuck?!"
She huddled up in the corner with a pillow pulled up to cover herself and Steve was left kneeling in the bed with what looked to be a rather average dick rapidly deflating. I took the whole thing in with a forced grin.
"Please, don't let me spoil your fun. She likes it if you spank her ass now and again and don't let those fake moans fool you. She gets really quiet when she comes."
With that I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door. I could hear Steve's bare feet hit the floor and then the door slammed. The muffled shouting started soon after.
In truth, Jen absolutely hated to have her ass slapped and she was really quite loud when she came. Steve probably wasn't smart enough to figure that out though and if I was lucky he was dumb enough to think the real ones were fake and the nonexistent ones were real. One can only hope.
So now what the fuck do I do? I'd skipped the gym tonight and planned to get some extra studying done. Somehow I wasn't in the mood to study anymore and a little gym time was looking better and better.
By the time I got back it was pushing 11pm, but I really didn't feel like heading back to the room yet. In fact, I didn't feel like heading there are all, but I suppose it was inevitable that I'd have to. That didn't mean I had to look forward to it though. I grabbed a seat in the common area and kicked back with a book to kill some time.
You ever have one of those moments you know you're going to remember till the day you die? Now given my day today, you'd think Jen and Steve on a dorm room bed would fall into the category. But I suppose this was a day of surprises, because that wasn't the moment that would stick with me. This one was.
She was sitting back around the corner, curled up on a couch with a book. You'd never notice her from the main hall, but from where I sat I could just catch a glimpse of her over in her little cubby hole. She had medium length strawberry blond hair- a bit tangled, and wore an old ratty pair of jeans and a baggy sweat shirt. You couldn't really tell anything about her figure and I couldn't even see her face, covered as it was by her hair. But there was something about her. I was reminded of that first moment you catch sight of a deer, when you are afraid to make any sound so you don't spook it. To this day I can't tell you why, but there was such a sense of vulnerability, of skittishness about her.
She had a book with her, but after a moment it became clear that she wasn't reading it. She just sat there cradling the book, not moving.
How odd.
By this point it was rather late and we were the only folks in the room. Now and again someone would walk through on their way somewhere, but we really had the whole place to ourselves. So I got up and walked over.
