Author note: While this story isn't intended to fall into the non-con category, there are some elements of reluctance which may not work for everyone. If you or someone you know is struggling with a sexual assault, please know help is available. The National Sexual Assault Hotline is: 1-800-656-4673. I hope you enjoy this story exploring different angles of love and desire.
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"I'm so, so sorry," Jennifer sounded like she had been crying for hours as Cameron answered the phone. "I messed up."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. What happened?" Cameron was worried, he hadn't heard her like this in the three years they'd been together.
"This party... it got out of hand, and I hadn't seen him since high school." Jennifer slurred her words, clearly drunk. "I hooked up with him, I'm so sorry Cam."
"What do you mean hooked up? Where are you, do you need me to come get you? Jennifer? Jennifer?"
"No, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Cam. I love you. I have to go."
The phone beeped to let him know the line was disconnected. He was too stunned to know what to do next. She told him earlier in the evening she was meeting some old friends for drinks in a college town about an hour away. Cam had no idea where she was or even who she was with. He tried redialing Jennifer's number, but there was no answer.
After about an hour, Cam went for a walk around campus. After about 20 minutes of walking, he knew there wasn't anything else he could do that night and turned for home. His heart pounded in his chest, his stomach in knots. As he rounded a corner into the parking lot of his apartment, he felt his phone buzzing again, it was Jennifer, he answered it as quickly as he could.
"Hello, Jennifer?" Cam asked in desperation.
Through the phone, Cam could hear the muffled sounds of a party, but Jennifer didn't answer. There was a rustling and the sounds of the party fell even more into the background.
"Jennifer," Cam called again. Still no answer. He figured it was a butt dial. Maybe she'd gone to the bathroom and dialed accidentally, that would certainly explain how far away the party sounded.
Cam was just about to hang up and try calling her again when he thought he heard a new noise, what he thought was a soft sigh. Finally, he heard Jennifer's voice again.
"I don't know. I messed up. I'm a terrible girlfriend," she said, her voice was soft, distant.
"Jennifer, it's okay, we can figure something out, just let me come get you," Cam replied, but Jennifer didn't answer. The line stayed quiet for a long time.
"I'm a terrible girlfriend," Jennifer said again.
Before Cam could try to get her attention again, he heard a new voice on the line, it was a male voice, deep, but quiet.
"Well, we've already gone this far, what else can you do tonight, forget about it," the new voice said.
The line went quiet again, for almost a minute Cam listened to the faraway sounds of people drinking in another room. He thought he could make out whispers, but it was impossible to tell who was speaking or what they were saying. His eyes welled up. He again considered hanging up and trying to call back.
"Mmmmmm," it was clearly Jennifer again, another sigh, almost a soft moan. "Alex... I should.... Mmmm."
Cam wasn't sure what he was hearing, but he knew what it sounded like. He should hang up, he thought, there was nothing he could do now, and listening to this wasn't going to help anything. He couldn't bring himself to hit the button. He kept listening.
There was new rustling, loud enough that the sounds from the party in the background almost completely faded away.
"Mmmmmm," Jennifer moaned. "That's not fair. Ahhhh, stop, that's too, that feels too good to stooooopppp. Ohhh yes."
"Please Jennifer, don't," Cam said desperately into the phone, knowing she couldn't hear him.
"There, yes, ohhhhh god," he heard Jennifer squeal in pleasure then laugh, that beautiful ringing laugh that Cam always imagined was just for him. "You're good at this, yesss mmmmmm oh, ohhhhh ohhhhhhh."
More rustling. Cam could only imagine them on the bed, a faceless man with his head between his girlfriend's legs, her squirming into the bed the way she did when he hit her clit just right, grabbing at anything she could get her hands on, his hair, the sheets, the headboard.
"Yes. Alex, yesssss mmmmmmmmmmm, ohhhh god yesssssssssss," Jennifer was loud, but clearly trying to muffle herself in front of the party. She squealed again, "okay, that's enough. That's enough. We shouldn't."
The deep voice mumbled something that Cam couldn't make out. He could hear Jennifer breathing heavily. She giggled again.
"That's too much, mmmmmm oh-- okay. Mmmmm, ah, careful," Jennifer inhaled sharply, "Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm ohh ohh ohhhhh."
Cam could hear squeaking now, rhythmic, obvious. His girlfriend, the girl he always thought of as "the one" was fucking another guy. Tears rolled down his face, but he couldn't stop listening.
"Ohh, uh, uh, ohhhhhh yes, yeah, mmm yes yes yes oohhhhhhhh Alex, oh, oh oh oh uhhh mmmmmmmmmmm," Jennifer moaned as the squeaking intensified. "Hang on let me move, yeah, ohhh yeah, that's amazing, yess yesssss yesssssss."
Cam could hear Alex's deep grunts mixing in with Jennifer now.
"Ohh yes, oh yes, ohhh ohhhhh ohhh. Oh? Yesss okay, yess, not inside, please, I said, don't not insiiiide ohh ohhh yes yes yesssssssss I told you not! Ohhhh god. It's okay, don't stop ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god. Yes!"
The squeaking subsided and Cam could just hear labored breathing through the phone, broken only by murmurs that he couldn't make out. After another few minutes the line abruptly went dead. Cam tried to call Jennifer back, but the call went straight to voicemail. Either Jennifer turned the phone off, or the battery died.
Cam wept. He tried to sleep. He drank a beer. He drank a scotch. He tried to sleep again. Nothing helped, he couldn't stop his heart from beating out of his chest. Around 3 am he pulled up his favorite porn site in bed and started rubbing himself. After he finished, he cried until he finally fell asleep.
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Eight hours earlier Jennifer called Cam from the party. She was getting ready to go out with her best girl friends from home, and she was very excited. There was only one semester left in her college career, after that who knew where she, or her friends for that matter, would be? Plus, the three of them attended different schools, within an hour of each other, but far enough away that they didn't get to see each other often enough. Tonight was a night to celebrate.
As she put the finishing touches on her lip gloss and pulled a short green dress over her head, she heard her phone buzz. It was a text from Cam: "Have fun tonight, I love you. Jimmy and I are just going to grab beers during the bball game. See you in the morning!"
Cam. Jennifer was sure that she loved him, and while they weren't talking about marriage yet, she wouldn't be surprised if he at least asked her to move in with him once they tossed their caps. If he did, she'd say yes. He was the perfect guy, attractive, smart, and for once not an asshole. She texted him back, "I love you too, you have fun! I'll miss you tonight, but I'll have something special for you in the morning."
She almost followed up with the purple devil emoji, but stopped herself. She bit her lower lip in thought, then deleted the emoji and pulled up the camera instead. There was a full length mirror in the room and she arranged herself in front of it, pulling up her dress so it looked like she was just pulling it on, her flat stomach and the black lace of her panties clearly visible. She snapped the picture and hit send. It took Cam no time to send back heart eyes and drooling emojis. She smiled then walked into the living room to start the evening with her friends.
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A nice, local sushi restaurant for dinner. Drinks at the bar. Gossip and wine back at the apartment afterward. That was the plan for the evening. Dinner was fantastic, with the girls catching up. Carrie was seeing a new guy and thinking about med school. Kim still didn't know what the hell she was going to do with her life, but she figured she'd try out as many guys at State as she could before she decided.
They laughed and drank and hit the bars exactly as planned. They were all staying with Kim, who seemed to know everyone at the dive they went to next. They all got a laugh out of the guys buying Kim drinks, especially once his friends started sending drinks their way as well. The DJ was killing it and they spent an hour losing their minds on the dancefloor.
The group leaned in a sweaty heap at the corner of the bar, fresh gin and tonics dropping in front of them. They were all pretty drunk and silly, especially Kim who kept making out with guys on the dancefloor then sending them away. Kim rolled her eyes and excused herself to the bathroom while Jennifer and Carrie gushed over how lucky they'd gotten with the men in their life.
"You won't BELIEVE who is here," Kim squealed as she came back to the bar.
"Who?" Carrie and Jennifer said in unison.
"Alex! Alex and Justin and Charlie, and even Dave! Apparently there's a party at Lincoln's frat tonight, they're pregaming here since the guys are in town. I got the address if you want to go, they were headed out the door."
Jennifer's smile faded. Alex had been her high school crush. He had always been kind of a jerk, but he was very attractive. A forward for the basketball team, he'd been good but not good enough to play in college. That didn't stop him from having a big head, or from being a giant flirt. Jennifer liked their playful back and forths back then, even if it never even led to a date. She hadn't seen him since she started college.
"Yeah let's go," Carrie said. Carrie dated Justin in high school, but Jennifer knew it was Dave she wanted to see. They were neighbors and friends since they were little, and even though everyone grew apart in college, Jennifer knew Carrie wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hang out with all her best friends in one night. "I can't believe that little prick didn't tell me he was here."
"Well, did he even know you'd be in town?" Kim asked.
"That's not the point, is it?" Carrie grinned, throwing back her gin as Kim ordered a ride.
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By the time they made it to the frat party they were very drunk. Carrie tripped over the threshold, but Jennifer caught her.
"You son of a BITCH," Carrie yelled. She'd found Dave. "Get me a drink and let's light this place up!" Drunk Carrie was fun Carrie. Kim looked around the house like she was at the buffet. Jennifer shook her head as she walked away.
"I see some things never change," Alex's deep voice came from behind her, "but at least I'm here to rescue you."
Jennifer rolled her eyes as she turned to face him. He was as attractive as ever, fit and tan, sporting a beard he didn't have the last time she saw him. It worked for him.
