Author's Note:
The story's Preface and Chapter 1 (Lifestyle Ch. 01: A Geek Beginning) describe the first person point of view and this young couple meeting in high school. That first chapter shows why they behave as they do.
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I enjoyed many great experiences with my gorgeous but sarcastic, controlling girlfriend for over two years. We started dating as seniors in high school and continued exclusively together while attending community college. Exploring the other's body and reactions taught us both a great deal about sex.
Jan's very frank attitude about everything brought me somewhat out of my geek shell of isolation. I could talk to her about anything, without the usual negative reactions I would get from others. People seemed to expect me to say only what they want to hear, and I couldn't understand what it should be. Jan seemed to have an attitude like mine that whatever she was thinking or seeing was a fact, and therefore open for discussion.
When I first asked to feel her tits, she thrust her chest out saying, "Go ahead." Even after that, she insisted I take her on our first date.
And how many women would blurt out: "I want to see your cock," on a first date? Jan did, because that's what she wanted, and it was a fact. With other people's negative reactions to her bluntness, her attitude is 'I don't care, get over it!' But I appreciated her honesty. I was growing very comfortable with her.
After earning our two-year degrees, we needed to move on to the next steps in life.
Jan's plan after community college was to find a job around home while living with her parents. She worked as a part-time waitress in our favorite diner during high school and college. So, she started working full time, saving money to have fun.
I wanted to finish a 4-year degree program in computer science. And I managed to get a full scholarship for my junior and senior years at a four-year university, located about a ten-hour drive away.
On one of our last dates that summer before I moved, Jan said, "Other than with you, I don't have any experience dating other guys."
"We've been dating for over two years, so same here. I haven't dated other girls. Are you saying we won't be dating anymore?"
"Well, if you're that far away at the university, we won't be dating each other. Now that I'm done with college, I don't intend to sit at home alone in the evenings. And I doubt you'll sit in a dorm room or apartment all the time, either. I've felt your urges when we've been together for over two years now, so don't tell me you won't be looking around!"
"I suppressed my urges and masturbated long before I met you, and I could do that again."
"The horse is out of the barn now, and I 'don't want' to suppress my urges or masturbate all the time. I'd like to see a few more cocks. Wouldn't you like to see what other women are like?"
"So, you're going to fuck other guys?"
"Don't be surprised if I do. You can fuck other women, without trying to hide it from me. It's less stressful this way."
"OK, then. We'll date others."
In our logical geeky way, we decided it's impractical to expect each other to be hermits.
It is what it is.
A Year Away
I moved to the university, and found a room to rent near the campus, sharing a cramped apartment with another guy, Eric. He gave me some pointers on campus life and showed me around. Then I settled-in to my studies and a part-time job.
Jan and I stayed in touch with letters and occasional long-distance phone calls in a sort of distant relationship, at least through most of the first semester. Then the letters became fewer and with less detail. We seemed to be drifting apart.
My college degree program required me to take a Physical Education course. I wasn't good at P.E. in high school, doing the bare minimum of exercise. Back then, I was more interested in math, science, and my Ham Radio hobby. Although I never consider limiting myself, and I never thought 'I cannot do this... whatever', like English, history, or social sciences. I merely considered such subjects unworthy of my attention. And gym class was one of those unworthy subjects.
In the first semester of my junior year at the university, I signed up for one exercise and nutrition course for my P.E. requirement. And since I didn't have an antenna tower here, I picked another low-cost hobby: weightlifting. I applied my usual geek focus toward successfully studying the effects.
The weightlifting, focus on limiting carbs, and eating more protein added over 25 pounds to my tall, previously lanky frame within the first year. And the extra 25-pounds was mostly muscle.
I mention this because I also noticed a change around me. I always selected a chair to sit alone in the cafeteria. But, during my second semester, more girls would choose to sit near me. So, I started talking to more women, and I ended up going on a few dates. I even learned where the students hung out on weekends, and occasionally talked to some of those I knew at a local bar and dance club.
After a few dates, I found a particular bar and dance club near the apartment to be my routine 'go to' place. I was sitting at the bar on a Friday evening in March, when a woman took the seat next to me.
"Hi. I'm Bev," she said.
"I'm Ted."
She's a short blonde, about five foot two, and was dressed nicely in dress slacks and loose-fitting blouse. She was wearing stiletto heels, which picked her up to a more comfortable height for me. And she seemed to be a few years older than me, I would guess at least in her late 20's.
"I've noticed you here before with others. You're sitting alone tonight?" she asked.
"I decided to get a drink and think about what to do over the weekend. I've picked up a taste for Rum & Coke."
"Do you dance?"
"Not very well."
"I'm not looking to dance, either. I'm really here to find someone to spend a few hours with. I don't want to be alone."
I was comfortable with her forward approach. "You're not alone now. I'm here. What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you'd like to head out and get a room?"
"I have an apartment nearby. But, my roommate's there, studying. That's why I came here."
"I'll pay for a motel room. I want some company for a little while. Would you join me?"
"I can't afford anything."
"I'm not asking for anything, other than a good fuck. Are you up for it?"
Bev was very direct, and I liked that about her. "OK. Let's go."
We left the club and walked across the street to the motel. Once inside the room, she quickly stripped and frantically pulled at the rest of my clothes until I was naked. I pulled a condom packet from my pocket.
"No need for that. I'm on the pill," she said, and laid back on the bed, spreading her legs.
I put the condom down and crawled onto the bed between her legs.
My cock was already hard at its full 7-inches, as she reached down to guide it into her wet pussy. Bev wrapped her arms and legs around me as I pumped in and out of her. Her breathing and moans quickly rose louder, until I felt her pussy squeeze me and she pulled me in with her heels. She dug her fingernails into my back, and her orgasm had her raking those nails several inches down my back as she convulsed.
I continued pumping into her, and Bev kept pulling me with her heels. She seemed insatiable. The feeling of her fingernails digging into my back was both slightly painful and pleasurable at the same time. The wet, velvety feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock was the sole focus of my attention. I could feel the fluids rising in my cock, almost like a thermometer, as the friction of that head rubbing in and out of her grasp became the only thing on my mind.
The fluids reached the head and with a few more quick thrusts I exploded inside her.
I slowed my bucking hips and relaxed with the added lube now surrounding that head, eliminating all friction, my little head now relaxing in contentment. My mind's urgency to 'do something' for release now suddenly and completely gone.
Bev must have felt me relax and begin to soften. She calmed her frantic grasps and relaxed her hold on me, her legs and feet dropping to my side. I rolled off to her right as we collapsed and relaxed together.
She reached for my arm and pulled it around her to lay her head against my shoulder and her hand on my chest. We laid together enjoying the relaxing afterglow of releasing the sexual tension.
After a few minutes, I felt Bev's fingers lightly scratching my chest. She moved her hand, scratching and shifting down my stomach, to land on my cock. She slowly caressed my cock with her open palm, then grasped it in her fingers to stroke. When she felt it begin to thicken and lengthen, she got her second wind and crawled down between my legs to suck it hard again. She crawled up, straddling me, ready to ride my cock again.
I rolled her off and made her get onto her hands and knees. As good as it felt the first time on my back, I didn't want those claws distracting me by digging into my chest. I got on my knees behind her and fucked her from behind. The sight of my cock going into her, and hearing her moans was as erotic as watching a porn video. Her pussy twitched on my cock and felt incredible. I lasted longer and came in her the second time.
After another longer break, she went back down on me, taking my cock in her mouth, and again managed to get me back up for round three. This time, I rolled her onto her back and held her hands, as I again entered her well lubed pussy from the front. Pounding away at her pussy, she never seemed to stop her orgasms. She went on and on, her legs pulling me in and her pussy spasming on my cock, as if trying to suck the cum out of it.
She heard my breathing change again as I'm neared my third orgasm, and she said, "Stop! Don't cum in me. Give it to me in my mouth!"
I pulled my cock out of her and crawled up beside her head, stroking my cock until the final surge hit. I didn't cum a lot the third time. I shot once, then dripped the rest into her open mouth.
Bev took the end of my cock and sucked the remains out. Then she swallowed it all.
This was different than my experiences with Jan. She would always spit it out, claiming "Yuck!" the few times she allowed me to cum in her mouth.
"You swallowed."
"Of course. I didn't want to waste it."
I thought, 'Wow. I could appreciate someone like her.'
We had been in the motel for a few hours. It was after midnight, when Bev said, "I need to leave. The babysitter has to get home."
"Are you married?" I asked, surprised.
"Separated. My husband was fucking around on me, and I needed to get even."
"Am I going to see him waiting outside, when he finds out you're not at home?"
"No. He's moved out, and we're living separately until the divorce is final. ... I need a stiff dick sometimes. ... So, would you like to get together again next week?"
