Author's Note: This is a straight cheating story. No direct cuckolding, as the boyfriend remains oblivious to her actions throughout and she totally gets away with it. There's a lot of build-up, but also a lot of sex (when it starts!). Enjoy.
A Sordid Arrangement
(Or How Erin Got Her Freak On)
"The guy's an asshole!"
"Oh Sweetie... he can't be that bad," Erin Winters said to her boyfriend.
As expected Peter stared at her in disbelief. "Erin, I'm serious: he's THAT bad!"
They had been sitting on the green bench by the lake for over an hour now, and almost all of that she had spent patiently listening to her boyfriend, Peter Follett, complain about his university dormitory roommate. What had begun as a pleasant walk across campus, both of them looking to enjoy an unusually warm October day (unusual as far as an Eroshire autumn could be), was now swiftly becoming irritating for Erin.
It seemed Kyle Matthews was all that her dear boyfriend wanted to talk about.
"So he's a little full of himself," she said, shrugging.
"A little? He's a little more than that!" Peter replied. "He's constantly taking the piss. Makes me do all the work in the dorm - I'm always cleaning up after him - and whenever his friend's are around, and they're around ALL the time, he makes fun of me. They all do. Constantly." Folding his arms, Peter stared out over the campus lake and sighed. "I feel like I'm back at school."
"Oh Sweetie..." Erin wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. "Just ignore him."
She wished she could ignore Peter when he got like this. At first she had been sympathetic to his problem with his roommate, but that had been a month ago. By now this rant was becoming a regular fixture of their time together, and Erin was struggling to keep from growing annoyed.
For as long as she had known him, since they were children, Peter had always been the nerdy kid. So was Erin, and she would be the first to admit it, for she was proud of who she was, but in the years since school she had changed what she didn't like about herself, and it wasn't due to the name-calling and taunts hurled at her when she was young. Yes, she had been a chubby girl when she was younger, and yes she had been the brunt of many fat jokes, but here she sat, at just a few months shy of twenty, with a body she worked hard to maintain at the gym.
A body that turned heads when she wore the right clothes, and Erin knew it.
Watching her boyfriend continue to complain, Erin just wished Peter knew how lucky he was, and what she was willing to put up with for that sweet kid still inside him. Yet in many ways he was also still that scared kid who used to hide behind her in junior school whenever anyone made fun of his bright red hair. She thought it was cute; he hated it and had shaved it off when they moved to their university digs.
Perhaps Peter had thought shaving his head would make him look tougher. She didn't have the heart to tell him that with his expanding waistline, pudgy limbs and freckled face, he was not going to strike fear in the hearts of anyone.
"It's worse when he brings girls back," Peter continued to say. "Kyle loves to joke he's going to rope me into a threesome, and then laughs when they look like they're going to throw up."
"Fuck those skanks," Erin said. "I think you're sexy." She kissed him on the cheek.
He smiled at her, and Erin remembered why she loved him. Peter had such a sweet smile, it reminded her of simpler days when they would play games round each others' houses. Sitting on their beds playing their consoles until the early hours of the morning, or when their parents popped in to remind them that they had school tomorrow, and that they should get some sleep.
It was a smile that reminded Erin that Peter was her oldest, and dearest friend. She had been the one to ask him out, aged fourteen, when they had known each other for over ten years, and they had been dating since. Fate had seen them both accepted into Eroshire University, and for that Erin was grateful: she wasn't sure she could have handled a long distance relationship with Peter. She needed him by her side; he was her rock, and Erin knew she was his.
"Thanks, Erin," he said, kissing her on the lips.
For a moment they sat there, tenderly kissing, and Erin didn't know what she enjoyed most; the change of topic or the attention of her loving boyfriend.
Breaking the kiss Peter looked at her, his face suddenly serious, and said "promise me you'll stay away from him."
Taken aback, Erin could only frown in confusion. "Who? Kyle?" she laughed. "Jesus, Peter. He sounds like a serial killer."
"More like a serial adulterer," he muttered.
"Oh really?" she regarded him with both offence and genuine amusement. "And why would he be a threat to us? Is he going to snap his fingers and make me drop my panties for him?"
"I'm serious," Peter said. "In the month since we started term he's had a different girl round the flat almost every night." Seeing her sceptical expression he added: "I would know. He's make a point to introduce me to every single one of them. It's like he's rubbing it in my face."
"Rubbing what, Peter?" Erin raised an eyebrow.
"Erm..." Peter began to turn bright red. She loved how easily he was embarrassed. "I didn't... I mean what I meant was..."
"What you meant was he's having to settle for mere mortals, while you have a goddess."
"Yeah. I know," he said. Visibly relieved that she had decided to mercifully bail him out.
Having enjoyed Peter's moment of clumsy verbal hole-digging, Erin decided to probe him on his apparent favourite subject. "So... what type of girls does Kyle bring back?"
"All different types, and ages," Peter said. "One night he brought back this woman - she had to have been one of the lecturers, I swear I've seen her on campus heading to the Blue Theatre - and the next night this much younger girl turns up - looks almost EXACTLY like the previous, to the point I'm sure the second girl was the first's daughter."
"Impressive," Erin said, raising her eyebrows in exaggeration.
"He's had the personal trainers at the gym, the barmaids at the bar, even the girls at the cafe," Peter said. "But he's had many who can't be students. Most of them had rings on their fingers."
"Wow... what a bunch of sluts," Erin said. "Imagine cheating on your other half with a student." She couldn't imagine cheating, full stop: she would never do that to her Peter. "And you've met all of them?"
"No joke. He likes to parade them in front of me. I wonder if he thinks I'm a virgin."
"Well you're definitely not!" Erin smiled at him; she could still remember the night that they had lost their virginities to each other. He had been so sweet, so very shy. She hadn't been anything different. It must have been funny to watch: these two teens clumsily slapping their bodies, but in the moment it had been something special, and they had only gotten better at sex since then.
"God, wish he wasn't so fucking loud with them, though."
Peter's comment brought her crashing back to reality, and for a moment she quickly reminded herself of what her boyfriend had been talking about before she had started daydreaming about their sex life.
"Oh? Are they screamers?" She asked, a wicked grin on her face. The thought of being loud while having sex was an amusing one to her: with Peter she never screamed or moaned as loud as some of the girls in her dorm had done since term began. Especially her own roommate, Angie, who had a boyfriend, not on campus but living close by, and he paid her frequent nightly visits. Some of the things Erin had heard them say through the walls! It was like a bad porn film!
"Not just them," Peter said. "It's him too. All night sometimes."
"Not ALL night, really?" she asked, incredulous. Who had that kind of stamina?
Peter nodded. "I'm not joking. Sometimes he's fucking them for six hours or more. How could anyone have that kind of stamina?"
A curious fleeing began in the depths of Erin's groin as she listened to Peter. Fuck, six hours? As much as she enjoyed sex with Peter, he rarely lasted more than a half-hour, often leaving her wanting more, and she would frequently sneak off to the bathroom when he had gone to sleep (sex always tired him out) to finish herself off. Sometimes she would masturbate for ages in an effort to satiate her cravings. She had never mentioned any of this to Peter; she doubted he was aware of it.
"That sounds ridiculous!" Erin said, trying to ignore her slowly waking libido. "I doubt anyone could have sex for that long!"
"Yeah, you're right. They must be keeping me awake with enthusiastic yoga."
She gave him a look; she didn't appreciate it when Peter was sarcastic with her.
He noticed: "I'm sorry. As you can tell I haven't been getting much sleep lately."
Erin gave him a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Sweetie. Maybe we should get you some ear plugs."
"Tried that. Can still hear them," he said. "I'm surprised no one else has complained."
Maybe they were all getting laid too, she mused. "Sleeping pills?"
"There's an idea." Peter sighed, then looked at her and smiled. "I'm so glad I have you. I don't think I could compete with a guy like Kyle."
"Why must everything be a competition?" Erin asked. "Who has the biggest? Who can last the longest? Who cares! Relationships are built on more than sex." Although having good sex was a bonus in a relationship, she thought as she held his hand in hers, looking him in the eye. "I love you, Peter Follett. Don't worry about anything that cunt says or does. You are the luckiest man alive, because you have me."
