The Honeymoon

(The following story is Part 2 of the third segment of a trilogy beginning with The Wedding and The Engagement. All of the fictional characters here were created and developed in earlier segments of the trilogy. Please read those segments for context and premise before continuing)

The Honeymoon, Part 02

The next day Artie and I avoided each other. I never knew why. He didn't come find me in the late afternoon to play one-on-one. It was a Sunday, too, so we could have played for hours on end.

I considered Jennie's counsel against the feel of Artie's hands caressing my breasts and the taste of his mouth on mine. This was MY guy!! Why should I have to play the waiting game? Why should I have to pretend I didn't want to feel his penis churning inside me?

And yet Jennie's words rang true. Artie and I were close enough for him to admit a venereal disease. The admission itself was a character flaw; he'd been unfaithful!! But we weren't an item! But we SHOULD have been an item!! Who gave that BITCH the right to infect MY man!! How could HE have been stupid enough NOT to know he was mine? And if he'd had unprotected sex with HER, what stopped him from going rawdog on ME when I gave him the chance? I mean, what, ten minutes of kissing? Somewhere in there should have been at least a dry hump, you know? A finger bang, a finger sniff. SOMETHING! We're GROWN, for god's sake!!

I saw him in the late part of the day. He pretended he didn't see me. Angry, I walked the other way. He hadn't bothered to call. Something was wrong.

When we did come across one another in the dormitory lounge, the meeting was abrupt and uncomfortable. He treated me as if we'd committed incest and (I sensed), if we continued to communicate, our parents would surely find evidence of our sexual malfeasance. At least that's how I took it. There was a breach in the friendship. We'd overstepped our bounds.

We tried to laugh it off. Even the laughter felt uncomfortable. I wondered if one of Artie's boys was giving him the same advice I'd received from Jennie? How long could we hide our lust behind the façade of friendship?

I went back to my room, got down on my knees and prayed to the Good Lord in Heaven.

The next day it was as if a monsoon wind had come and washed the lust away from our sails. When I saw Artie, my smile was authentic, as was his. We were genuinely happy to see each other. We went and played three games of one-on-one. Then we went to dinner together. There was no mention of Saturday night. We'd returned to our comfort zone.

After the conclusion of our first semester I returned home for a short while. And by short, I mean VERY short. The D State women's team played a round robin tournament four days before Christmas. We had another tourney scheduled four days after Christmas; we had to get back into the gym for practice two days before that.

I got back to Dallas and hooked up with the guy with whom I'd shared my virginity the summer before. His name was Darius. We had sex several times that weekend. I figured I'd earned it, having been involuntarily celibate for the entirety of my first semester in college. Other than that one interlude with Artie after the Krimson and Kreme Ball, I hadn't touched any man on campus. I'd even eluded the annual assault of the upperclassmen, in which longer tenured students at D State swept down upon freshman women and fucked them, taking advantage of those who'd never been away from home before, and were only too happy to give up the scootie.

Of course, I'd made Darius wrap his rascal. Somehow, in my mind, having protected sex didn't count as real sex. Real sex leaves a big wet spot in the imprint of your ass on the underlying sheets, complete with that little widow's peak where your pussy's slit resides. At least that's what I thought. I wouldn't let Darius go down on me, either, though he tried. That would have counted as real sex, too. I just needed to have a dick up in me, you know? I mean, being a grown woman and all. Artie was lollygagging. A few of The Fellas tried me and failed. Jennie assured me that Artie knew what he was doing. I wasn't so sure. But I had no intention of telling Artie about Darius. While he may have felt comfortable telling me about Lois, I was sure that his knowledge of Darius would lock us into friend-mode forever. I didn't want that.

The second semester of freshman year raced past. Our basketball team was doing well, so well that I didn't have much time to wonder about my social life. Artie and The Fellas made a point to come see us play. Usually, a women's basketball game draws a sparse house. As we won more and more games, the buzz surrounding our team generated larger and larger crowds. The Fellas made enough noise to have a section all their own. They cheered me raucously. I enjoyed the attention.

I finished that first season averaging about nine points per game. We lost in the second round of the Women's NIT tourney. It hurt. Secretly, I was glad the season was over. I was having problems with Chem II. Plus, I was getting a C in Humanities. I needed more study time. The end of our season afforded me this. I spent more time in my room and less time in the dorm lounge. Sometimes Artie came to visit me. I waved him away. We weren't going to fuck. I couldn't afford to make any B's or C's waiting for him to whip his dick out.

In our sophomore year both Jennie and I found boyfriends. I was tired of waiting on Artie to find his heart. I started seeing this guy named Jaden. Don't you know Artie and Kevon pulled Jaden aside and gave him the third degree? It was like I was their little sister!! When I found out about it, I was so mad!! I went and read them both the Riot Act. Then I took Jaden aside and I fucked him silly, ass-shaped wet spot and all.

Let's not get too deep into Jaden. Suffice to say our relationship didn't work out. When we broke up, Artie and Kevon were there with shoulders I could cry on. The Riot Act hadn't affected our friendship any. Eventually I told Artie about my sex life with Jaden. He'd gotten me pregnant. I'd had an abortion. My basketball coach never found out or I risked getting kicked off the team. Of course, I was heartbroken. Artie stood by me. I was more in love with him than ever. One night I almost told him of my ongoing affection. Jennie busted in AGAIN and ruined the mood.

Sharon Pennington was another thing that happened sophomore year. Sharon was a senior. Artie took a liking to her. He invited her to the Krimson and Kreme Ball, much to my chagrin. He brought her to our dorm lounge where I had the distinctly unpleasant honor of watching them canoodle for months. What could I say? More often than not I muttered that I had an exam in the morning. I left them to it and went back to my room.

Artie and Sharon dated well into the second semester of our sophomore year. He confided to me that she was The One. This was about two weeks before she broke up with him. She said she was returning to her old boyfriend Chase who, like Sharon, was a senior living off campus. Artie was crushed. Now it was my turn to offer up a shoulder to cry on, which he did. When he reached up to kiss me I pushed him away. Two weeks ago this nyugga was in love with another woman while, stupid me, remained in love with HIM. I'm no one's fallback position.

I got over that. But secretly I was angry with Sharon. She'd broken my best friend's heart. That's when I knew Artie and I were truly friends. I felt his pain. My anger was not jealousy.

That's also when I knew that our friendship was as far as we were going to go. I loved him. And I would do anything for him. And I didn't expect anything in return.

"Now you're getting it," Jennie opined.

Let's fast forward.

All The Fellas graduated on time. I made the All-Conference team in my junior and senior years, and I made the Dean's list every semester at D State except for one. Jennie had her heart broken by Howard Ringly junior year. She broke Danny Bunch's heart senior year. Kevon and Artie's intramurals team won championships from sophomore year onward. Artie never tried out for the school team.

Our parents all flew in to Dover for the graduation ceremony. They feted us at Simaron's Steak and Pizzeria. I don't think I'd ever been so happy. I was tired of school. I was tired of basketball. I just wanted to go home, get a job and an apartment, and get on with my life.

I moved back to Dallas and hooked up with Darius on a casual basis. I took a job with Toyota, so I moved to Frisco and got an apartment. Darius came over occasionally. I always kept a supply of condoms available for him. He didn't like them, but what was he going to do? I wasn't offering up any REAL pussy. His only option was to fill one of those little bags with his cum. My experience with Jaden had scarred me from having unprotected sex. I wouldn't even blow Darius unless he was wrapped tightly. Eventually he tired of having fake sex. Darius gradually disappeared from my life.

That was OK. I knew whom I wanted. I just didn't know how to go about getting him. Artie and I kept in contact via Instagram and Facebook. We spoke on the phone, too. In fact, all six of The Fellas kept in regular contact.

I told Artie about Darius. I even told him my ideas about condom usage. He laughed. He said he wished he'd used a condom with Lois and Delores. Artie confided that his sexual relationship with Sharon had been mostly wrapped in latex, with the exception of a few instances where they'd been swept up in the moment. I told him that I don't get swept up in the moment. No wrappy, no poochipappy. Our conversations became increasingly graphic. Sometimes I got aroused enough to masturbate while he was talking (he tended to describe EVERYTHING). It wasn't phone sex, per se, because I didn't notice any telltale pauses in his dialogue. It was just me who struggled to suppress my sibilant moans as he described his sex life.

He started dating this woman named Jeannie in Atlanta. DAMMIT!! When was it going to MY turn? But I kept a stiff upper lip. I promised myself that when Jeannie found her way to the curb, I was going to make my play. I warned Jennie of my plan. She agreed with me. She said that Artie should have said something by now, if he was going to say anything.

Jeannie took her sweet time finding her way to the curb. From talking to Artie I got the impression that she and he were considering shacking up. I worried that she might get knocked up. That, of course, was the worst-case scenario. Why? Because once a man has a child with a woman, she will ALWAYS be somewhere in his life. He'll be meeting up with her to pick the kid up or drop the kid off. She'll always be taking him to court for more child support. It's a nightmare. I knew, because my uncle went through it. My uncle paid so much in child support that he ended up having to go back and live with my grandparents!! Here he was, a forty-eight year old man, living in his parent's attic!

I prayed that Artie wouldn't get jammed up like that. But each time he and I spoke, he had nothing but good things to say about Jeannie. He even brought her to Dover one year so that she could meet all The Fellas. Of course, I attended this reunion. Artie introduced me to Jeannie. She was so nice! I wanted to dislike her, but found I could not. If that's what he wanted, I wanted her for him. I genuinely wanted him to be happy.

A few months later his tone started to change. They'd been dating for almost two years. It was time to shit or get off the pot. Artie started confiding things to me. Jeannie was getting on his nerves. It wasn't one big thing; it was a host of small things.

One day the phone call came, the call I'd been dying to receive. He'd broken up with her! And Kevon was getting married, and we all were invited to be in his wedding!!

I called Jennie and told her that I planned to make my move at Kevon's wedding. It was then or never.

Jennie agreed with me.

I flew to Kevon's wedding in Pittsburgh full of hope. He was marrying a girl named Cynthia Preston. I'd never met her, but somehow Kevon convinced her to add Jennie and me to her bridal party.

That, however, wasn't the source of my joy that weekend. Artie was going to be there.

I had my speech all set to go. I was going to confess my love. More than this, I was going to allow him to make any choice. My love would still stand. I would tell him that I'd stood by him for eight years. I would stand by him for eighty more, regardless of his feelings for me, although I hoped that his feelings rivaled mine.

So what happens? I get to the wedding and he's already making googoo eyes at one of the bridesmaids!! OMG, yes!!! And she's GORGEOUS, too, some chick named Lisa, from Seattle!!

I was so hurt I didn't know what to do.

The entire wedding party arrived in Pittsburgh on a Wednesday. The wedding was scheduled for Saturday. Every day in between I watched, heartbroken, as Artie and Lisa sneaked around, fucking and sucking, and acting as if everybody in the wedding party couldn't see what was going on. A blind woman could see it.

I'd come here to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of Jeannie Masterson. I hadn't come here to be beaten out by Lisa Winchell.

Each night in our hotel room, Jennie and I sat about discussing strategy. Jennie had all these games she wanted me to run in order to make Lisa look bad. I didn't think 'game' was appropriate here. I thought I should just play my cards and let Artie see that it was OUR time. We'd been best friends for eight years!! It was time for us to step back from the tiptop of the ladder and FUCK. I needed to assure him that this step would not ruin our friendship.

Each time I tried to address him, his shenanigans with Lisa sprang to the fore. She even sneaked into the men's room at the church while he was alone in there!

I had to admit--Lisa had game. I would never have thought to fuck a man in a church. That's just not how my mind works. I thought that maybe Lisa was toying with her immortal soul.

Artie came up to Jennie's room and confessed some of their sexual tomfoolery. She'd blown him in a public conference room. She'd sneaked him into her hotel room and fucked him in the bathroom, standing up. She'd sexted him. Was she concerned about getting pregnant? No, she was not.

I listened to his descriptions quietly, but with a growing sense of rage. This woman had co-opted my man!! Finally, I'd had enough. At the reception I asked Artie to dance. I whispered for him to meet me upstairs in my room. I wanted to talk.

He and I sneaked upstairs unnoticed by the partygoers. I'm sure he thought I wanted to give an unvarnished opinion of Lisa, or confess an issue with my sex life. Instead, I poured my heart out to him. I told him I loved him. I kissed him and I told him that he could have that taste in his mouth forever, if he wanted. Then I told him to go back downstairs to Lisa and think it over. I told him that even if Lisa was his choice, my feelings would not change.

I don't really know how he processed my confession. I just know that he stumbled toward the door. He paused. And the next instant he and I were wrapped in the most tremulous embrace. He kissed me with the fervor of a man who'd harbored a secret passion years and could only express it now with his tongue. This time he didn't wait to fondle my breasts. He reached inside my bra to cup my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As we kissed I felt his penis rising to the occasion. I pressed myself against him. He snatched my bridesmaid's dress up to expose my silken panties. This was going to happen! I reached down to unbuckle his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Artie pushed my panties to the side gruffly and pointed himself into the vagina that had yearned for his attention lo these many years. Was I worried about getting pregnant? No, I was not.

I felt his bulbous cockhead wettening itself at my expense. He pressed forward. And for the first time since Jaden I felt skin-to-skin contact with an unwrapped penis.

I think both of us came instantaneously. We'd waited so long for this moment. Early detonation was a foregone conclusion. I was surprised at how thick his penis was. None of my other lovers matched him; he surpassed my best guesstimation of his girth. I can't even estimate the number of times I'd fallen asleep masturbating to the vision of Artie's penis parting my labia. None of those dalliances matched the real thing.

We were standing up in the middle of my hotel room, having sex. I felt his semen gurgling from my pussy. As we continued to kiss, his penis stiffened again inside me, much to my delight. We began to fuck ardently. He came again a minute later. The feeling of his throbbing ejaculate triggered yet another mammoth orgasm in my heated cooch. I melted about him like butter. I'd been awaiting this moment for so long!!

We held each other aloft for five long minutes as we skittered down from these two climactic detonations. His semen dribbled from my pussy to pool in my panties. I smiled at him wearily. We both knew I couldn't go back downstairs in these drawers. At some point they would stain my dress, giving a clear indication of our clandestine activities. Artie held my dress aloft as I stepped out of my skivvies. We stumbled into the bathroom together. I moved to wipe my pussy, but he asked me to let him do it. He said he wanted to see her up close. He said he'd been dreaming of her for years but couldn't bring himself to ask to see or taste. He was embarrassed!! I let him wipe me. I knew that he liked hairy pussies; my thatch was full but neatly trimmed. I'd been growing her out for months in anticipation of just this moment. He wiped me front to back, too. I was surprised that he knew proper female etiquette. Afterward, I went and donned a clean pair of panties. We kissed again for a bit before going back downstairs to the wedding reception.

I'd been fucked!! My pussy was still wet, percolating with Artie's joy juice!! Only a woman who has had her first intercourse with her chosen lover can imagine my elation. Resuming my seat at the wedding reception, Jennie saw my face and knew instantly what had transpired. She gave me a knowing smile.

"Was I right? Or was I RIGHT?"

I flashed her a grin.

"You were right."

Artie returned to the reception. He went and sat next to Lisa. I didn't care. He was mine. It was just a matter of him telling her, or her smelling my pussy on his dick, or her seeing the light of love in his eyes dim. A woman knows when her man has been stolen. And that's exactly what I'd done, dammit. It was MY turn, not hers. I purposely didn't offer to wash his dick as he wiped me. I wanted her to KNOW.

As it turned out, she never got the chance to detect the smell of strange. According to Artie, he went and washed his penis in one of the hotel bathrooms before returning to the reception. Lisa detected the smell of soap when she went to blow him later that night, and she deduced that he'd attempted to erase the smell of strange. She said a dick that's been walked around all day should smell musky, not soapy. (I would have never come to that conclusion but, as I said, that girl had game). She fired him on the spot!!

And that's how I got my man.

Some of you may think my method underhanded. FUCK you. YOU go wait for something for eight years and then, just when it's in your grasp, someone else comes along and snatches it. I did what I had to do.

Later that night as I lay in bed ruminating, I heard a knock at my hotel room door. I knew who it was. Naked, I bounced up to answer. Artie waltzed in and swept me up in another tremulous kiss. With one hand he grasped and tilted the back of my head. He ran the other hand down the crack of my ass, still slippery with the vestiges of his earlier eruption. Again I felt his penis rising behind the cloak of his tuxedo trousers. Frantically, I began to undress him.