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.