Author's notes: This is part 3 of the series. I know some have criticized that this would never happen. While in most circumstances I would agree, this is a partly true story that I went through myself. It took years to get over it and looking at my relationships since, it created what I consider normal in my mind.
I look forward to any feedback and hope you enjoy.
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The next couple of weeks were as normal as they could be. I would see Pam almost every day. The days we didn't see each other, we talked for hours on the phone.
My name is Steve, I am 19 years old, the same age as my girlfriend Pam and my friend Paul. The problem was that I got held back our junior year, so as all my friends were getting ready to graduate to get on with their lives, and while we still hung out every Saturday night, they were in a different spot than me.
I had truly fallen in love with Pam. I thought she loved me as well, but I wasn't sure. I mean she said she loved me, but she also had confessed that while we were dating, she has given Paul a blowjob and then when they went together to the Senior's only Spring Formal, he had gotten them a room and they had fucked twice.
I wasn't sure what to do and where to go with this. Pam said she loved me but was also excited by and attracted to Paul. She said Paul was assertive and took what he wanted, which turned her on immensely. I on the other hand, had too soft a heart to be assertive according to my girlfriend.
The Night of the Spring Formal, my friend Aaron told me he was shocked I let Pam go with Paul because he had heard a rumor that Pam and Paul were making out and more every chance they got. A rumor that Pam had already confirmed was true.
During the Spring Formal Pam and Paul spent most of their time making out with each other on the dance floor and it was obvious there was something between them. Several of my friends sent me photos of the two embracing and kissing with apologies and well wishes.
So, when Saturday came around and we went to our normal campfire in the field with the whole group, it was a bit awkward. I saw a few sideway glances when I showed up with Pam. Even a few more smirks, laughs, and whispers at my expense. But Pam just held my hand, and we made it through together.
Paul showed up but kept his distance. He was giving us space and I appreciated that. I wasn't sure if he thought I might start something, so the whole night he stayed away and just watched us from a distance while he hung out with our other friends. Pam and I felt like the couple we once were. We sat by the fire, talked, and laughed until it was time to leave.
We said our goodbyes and went to the car. I drove her home and we made out a little in my car. I even had my hand under her shirt and rubbed her nipples while we kissed. After a while she broke the embrace and told me she had to get inside.
"I love you Steve," she said as I walked her to the door holding hands.
"I love you too. I'll call you tomorrow." She kissed me again and then retreated into the house.
I went home and was so horny from our make out session I couldn't see straight. I locked the door, got into bed and pushed my boxers down to my knees. I slowly stroked myself thinking about Pam. How pretty she was and how hot she made me feel.
Then all the sudden I started envisioning her and Paul in that hotel room. His much bigger than my cock (according to Pam) sliding in and out of her while she moaned and had rolling orgasms.
I was going nuts. Not understanding why this made me so hot.
I did have a moment of clarity and knew I didn't want to cum all over myself. I grabbed the same sock that I had used last week and slid it over my throbbing cock. I started slowly stroking it thinking about them together. I tried to stroke myself to the same movements of Paul sliding in and out of Pam in my head. Once again, my body tensed up, I exploded a massive release into the sock. Unfortunately, as quick as the release had come to me, guilt suddenly set in.
Why did this make me so hot? Why did I enjoy it so much? I couldn't think. I felt ashamed that Paul used my Pam's pussy for his pleasure, and I used a sock. I wasn't a man at all. Paul was the man.
I finally just threw the sock back under my bed, pulled up my boxers and went to sleep.
The next week flew by. We were back in school, and things returned to normal. I did have a ting of jealous when I would turn the corner and see the group standing in the hallway all together. Paul would sometimes be a little too close to Pam for my liking. The first time I saw this I walked up and made my presence known. This didn't seem to phase Paul at all as he had his hand on her back. He was lightly moving it up and down her lower back while they talked to everyone. He was being obvious about it, but also not hiding it.
When I walked up, he didn't stop, and Pam made no motion for him to stop. Just then the bell rang, and we all left for the next class. Over the next few days, I noticed it a few more times and each time Pam nor Paul did anything to stop it.
I brought it up to Pam on Friday night. She just shrugged. "Come on Steve, it's not that bad."
"Well, it bothers me."
"That's just dumb. He's touched my back a thousand times since we've known each other. You are overreacting." Her eyes were telling me she was starting to get annoyed, so I stopped and changed the subject.
