Anonymous said: Story request bc nothing turns me on like your writing!: a college girl cheats on her long term boyfriend with a friend bc she isn't satisfied by her man. She breaks off the affair only to run into him again a year later in a bar. She can't help but go home with him and take out all the sexual frustration she's been building since it ended.
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I still remember Jesse and the way he smelled like aftershave and cigarette smoke. It's been over a decade since I was in college, and he was my vice, but nothing in the present seems to grip me the way that he did, and nothing I am doing now makes me feel okay about the way things ended. I'm always thinking that maybe if I had played my cards differently, we would still be together, basking in each other's warmth. I still remember the way our tangled bodies slept in his king-sized bed and the ache he left inside of me when he left.
I had a boyfriend at the time I met Jesse. He was friends with my boyfriend, Troy, and that was how I met Jesse in the first place. I walked into the cafeteria at the college we went to and looked around for Troy to flag me down. I made my way to the table where he and Jesse were sitting. I couldn't believe the visceral reaction I had to Jesse the moment our eyes met for the first time. I felt like my heart was beating too fast for my chest, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to breathe. I realized I was holding my breath as Troy introduced us.
"Hi," I tried to shake Jesse's hand without alerting Troy to the fact that my body was already aching for Jesse. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen in my entire life, his dark hair longer than it should have been. I was used to the clean-cut type, like Troy, but Jesse wasn't clean cut. He looked dangerous with his pack of cigarettes on the table next to him. I imagined his body would be sexy, even though his clothes were loose enough that I couldn't tell what he really looked like underneath them. I was pretty much a good girl, and I knew that it was cliche of me to like a guy like Jesse, but I couldn't help it. He was a bad boy, and I liked that.
"Hi," Jesse stood up to shake my hand, and our eyes met in that way that I would later learn signified attraction between two people. I wasn't sure if he liked what he saw when he looked at me. I had always been self-conscious about my freckled face and long, red hair. I knew some guys wanted redheads, but I also knew that many didn't. I had been made fun of in school for being too tall and having red hair. It had left wounds that still festered inside of me.
"This is Jesse, the guy I've been telling you about, Sharlyn," Troy grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug as if he was marking his territory. We had been dating for almost a year at that point. I was in my sophomore year, and Troy had been the first guy to show a real interest in me when I moved into the dorms. I had fallen for his dark, olive-colored complexion and his winning smile. He was a foreign exchange student, and we both knew that things between us would probably be temporary because he would return to the United Kingdom, where he had been living for the past ten years with his family. He was originally from Fiji, which was on the opposite side of the planet from where we were attending college in the United States. I had fallen for his exotic Islander accent. He spoke five different languages, and I was so interested in how different he was that we quickly became a couple.
I was happy with Troy that entire year, right up to the moment I met Jesse. Suddenly, his American features became attractive to me, and I wondered if the sexual chemistry that I was feeling with him was real or if it was just part of my imagination. I sat with both of them that day, trying to grapple with my intense feelings. How could I feel so strongly for Jesse when I had been in a serious relationship with Troy for so long?
"What's wrong, Sharlyn?" Troy asked, his slight accent still sexy as his question hung in the air.
"I'm just feeling a bit off today, I guess," I tried to explain. How do you tell your boyfriend that you are struggling with being faithful now that you have met their new friend? I simply couldn't say anything about it, not in front of Jesse.
"You know what I do when I'm feeling off?" Jesse asked, playfulness in his eyes.
"What?" I asked, barely able to stand the way my body was responding to Jesse's presence.
"I have tons of sex," he smiled widely. "I'm sure Troy will take care of that for you." Jesse took a sip of the tall drink in front of him. It was probably a beer from the pub, which was an excellent amenity.
"I've got you covered, baby," Troy agreed.
"That's not a bad idea," I mused, smiling a naughty smile at Jesse that Troy didn't catch. I saw Jesse's eyes grow wide, but I knew now that he had gotten my message. I wanted to fuck him, and I didn't care if I was cheating.
"It's time for me to get to class," I announced, standing up from the table suddenly.
"I have to get to class, too," Jesse added. "Which way are you walking? Troy, I'll see you on Wednesday, right? Fight night?"
"Of course, you will!" Troy and Jesse did a fist bump, and I paused to give Troy a hug and kiss before Jesse walked me to my next class. I never made it to that class. As we were walking, there was tension between us. We made polite conversation, and I was going to just pretend like everything was normal.
"Sharlyn, stop for a second. I need to ask you something serious."
"Okay, I paused, my book bag heavy on my shoulder. Jesse looked so fucking hot, his brown eyes focused on my face in the most desperate way. He wanted me and so I let it happen. I wanted him too. I let him kiss me. My book bag dropped from my shoulder and hit the ground with a thud. I wrapped my arms around Jesse's neck and let his tongue move into my mouth. I forgot that I had a boyfriend, and I let myself go, allowing Jesse to take me away to another place, one where all that existed was us.
"Are you okay with this?" Jesse paused his kisses to ask me.
"Yes. I feel bad, but I don't want to stop!" I said honestly.
"Let's go to my place, then. I don't like doing this in public." I looked around, realizing how stupid I had been to kiss Jesse so publicly.
"Good idea," I agreed, and so we slowly made our way to Jesse's car, which was parking in one of the student lots. We made nervous conversation, not mentioning Troy. We both wanted this to happen, and if we mentioned Troy, we might not go through with it.
By the time we reached Jesse's house, I was a wreck. My heart was pounding, and I was sweating more than I should have been. I was starting to have second thoughts about what I was doing, but I still followed Jesse through the front door and into his apartment. He led me directly to the bedroom, setting my bookbag gently on the ground after carrying it inside for me. He paused, staring into my eyes with a passion that had always been missing from sex with Troy.
Nothing I had done with Troy had been like this. I hadn't realized how unfulfilled I was until I was in Jesse's arms. He kissed me deeply, melting away all the cares of the world until I was lost in his eyes, and nothing seemed to exist but us. He took off my top and then my bra, pausing to take off his own shirt. He pulled me to him again, and I could feel the hair on his chest brushing against my tits. It felt so perfect and so right. I knew that I was doing the right thing, even if it was morally wrong. This was my destiny, and I knew it in that moment with Jesse. I pulled at his belt buckle, trying to unfasten his jeans so I could get to what I really wanted.
I had never wanted a dick so badly, and by the time I got him out of his jeans, and me out of mine, I wanted nothing more than to suck him. I dropped to my knees, my mouth open and ready to take his cock. He smiled down at me as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and began my process of giving him a blowjob. I know I'm not the best at giving blowjobs, but this one was different. I was feeling strong emotions for Jesse, feelings I had never felt with Troy. I couldn't believe the enthusiasm and joy I had for Jesse's cock. I could feel the passion burning deep inside of my soul as I moaned, taking his cock deeper down my throat than I had ever dreamed possible.
Jesse's moans only made me want to go harder and suck him deeper. I wanted to bring him pleasure more than I had ever wanted anything else in my entire young life. I sucked him until he put his hand on my head and pulled my mouth off of his dick.
"Stop! I don't want to cum yet. I want to feel my cock inside of you, Sharlyn."
"I want to feel you inside me too," I said in a breathy, little voice I had never heard come out of my mouth before. Jesse was transforming me sexually into a person that wanted to suck dick, into a woman who couldn't get enough. Still, I wasn't prepared for the way Jesse led me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He climbed on top of me, the heavy weight of his body feeling like perfection like it was meant to be. His cock slipped into me so quickly. I was so wet for him, wet in ways I never was with Troy.
