Chapter 3: Swap
MONDAY EVENING AFTER JENN LEFT Talk about clairvoyance! When I got back to my room, there was a note on my door from Dianne asking me to call her. The note said she had to check her research, but that she would be back by dinner time. She asked if I could stop by her (and Jenn's) room around 9:00. Somehow I had missed her at dinner, but I called her number and caught her just as she was leaving her room to go take a shower. I agreed to meet her at her room later as she had asked.
I took my own shower, and I barely refrained from beating off. I had seen Dianne nude earlier in the day, and the thought of her luscious body covered with hot, soapy water made my pecker get stiff - and stay that way.
Then I came down to earth. Jenn and Dianne were best friends and lived together. There's no way I could have sex with Dianne without Jenn finding out, and that would hurt her. Even though my relationship with Jenn was uncertain, I knew I didn't want to cause her needless pain. She was probably going to fuck someone who was a stranger to me, but that wouldn't be the same as Dianne doing it with me. Besides, Dianne wouldn't want to hurt Jenn, either. So Dianne was off-limits, sexually speaking, but I could still talk to her. I even kidded myself that I might get to see her naked again.
I knocked on Dianne's door right on time. She was fully dressed, so my silly hope of seeing her naked was immediately dashed. She giggled at my obvious disappointment - as if she could read my mind. Then she told me to sit down on her bed. She turned off all of the lights except one on her desk, leaving the room in shadows. Dianne sat down beside me. Her thigh felt warm against mine. I had no idea what she wanted to talk about, but she surprised me with her direct and candid approach. "I've got a problem I think you can help me with. Bur first I want to know a couple of things. What did Jenn say about her trip home? And about the two of you?"
As embarrassed and humiliated as I knew I would feel talking about these subjects, I decided to tell Dianne the truth. I hoped Dianne knew Jenn well enough to give me good advice. "She said she needed to be away from me so that she could figure out what was really going on between us. She said she would probably even have sex with her old boyfriend as part of . . . figuring everything out. Is that what she told you?"
Dianne nodded. "I wondered if she would tell you about him. She didn't know how you would take it, and she didn't want to lose you. We talked about it for a couple of hours last night."
"So what the hell's her problem, Dianne? We were getting . . . really close. Then she springs this . . . this . . . fucking with her old boyfriend on me!"
"Apparently in two days you switched her sex drive from Off to High! Now she's trying to figure out how to adjust to being aroused whenever you're around. Even if you didn't fuck her - and I'm still not convinced that you didn't - you sure fucked up her neat, little world! As you said, she's even thinking about fucking her asshole highschool boyfriend. Well, he WAS her first."
"You sure know a lot about my personal problems. And Jenn's. So what should I do about it? Do you have any advice? Or are you just nosy?"
"I'll get to that. Jenn also told me that she was going to tell you that you could have sex with other women, too. At least until she came back. That's right, isn't it? Did she tell you that?"
I stared at Dianne. She certainly knew damned near everything about my relationship with Jenn. Don't women keep any of their personal problems secret? "So what? Isn't that something for Jenn and me to work out?"
"Of course it is. But you can't do anything about your relationship with her until she gets back, can you?"
"Not really. But that's my problem, not yours? Look, Dianne. I really don't like having you know so much about Jenn and me, but I can't change that. But this is starting to piss me off. What's the point of talking about this? As you said, I can't do anything about it. I don't like it, but that's the way it is."
"I didn't mean to offend you, Don. But she told me that you and she weren't an item - not yet, at least. I know she really likes you. Probably a lot more than that. And I really don't want to get between you and Jenn."
"How are you going to get between Jenn and me? Do you know something about her boyfriend? Or what's really on her mind?"
"I really don't know what's going on in her pretty little head. But now can we get back to my problem? That's why I asked you to come up here."
Dianne was really starting to get me angry. She didn't answer my question, and I didn't like anyone knowing that the girl I thought I loved was probably going to fuck another guy. In fact, thinking about Jenn fucking somebody else completely clouded my thinking. It's the only explanation I've been able to figure out for my having so little insight into what Dianne was really proposing.
"My ex was a real bastard, but he was an incredible stud in bed. Practically overnight I went from near-virginity to perpetual sex. Now I sometimes get so turned on that masturbation doesn't even take the edge off. Sometimes I just plain need a good, hard, long fuck," she said in the same mater-of-fact tone people say, "I need to get gas for my car." . I was still dense. "So, why are you telling me all this, Dianne?"
Dianne scowled at me. "My problem is finding a guy who will take care of my needs. I don't want a romantic relationship with another man, but sometimes I just need to have real sex. I want to feel a man's hard penis spitting his seed inside me. But it has to be without any permanent commitment. No romance. Just raw, hot, sex."
Dianne smiled at the look on my face. "Haven't you ever wangled a girl into your bed, then fucked her a couple of times before you dumped her? Just for the physical release? No emotional bond? Plain old recreational sex? Cures the blahs? Scratches the itch?"
I nodded. "Most of the time it's been just a one-time thing. But sometimes I've gotten hurt, and sometimes the girl has. It's not all that easy for me to fuck somebody I don't care about. Not anymore. Not since I started to grow up, at least. And it's hard for me not to care about somebody I've slept with."
Dianne smiled again, and she handed me a sheet of paper. "Read this!"