Nemesis Crush

This story is high up on the Implausibility Scale. If you want realism then this isn't for you. The first part of this series was the set-up. Part 2 was when they got together.

This is the rest of the story.

Chapter Three: Taking the show on the road.

So there I was, packing the van to head off to university. Summer was coming to an end, and Moe and I were heading off to school together. Yeah, together. The prior two months had been the most amazing time of my life. Maureen was my girlfriend, my lover, my new best friend. She had been my nemesis for so long, until a mutual friend managed to bring us together at a party and get us to realize we were crushing on each other.

My reaction to her had always been to clam up and my shyness made me try to be practically invisible. Her reaction was different, She tried to get me to notice her. But despite being a very pretty girl, she was also a rough tough athlete, and she was a little emotionally broken, so her typical behavior was to attack me in lots of little ways in order to gain the attention she craved. She became my nemesis. Four years of this, and we could never connect, until her friend Ruth-Ann forced the issue.

Once we realized we were crushing on each other, we crashed together in a frenzy of sexual energy. Together we learned about sex, and about love, and about mutual dependence. Our relationship began as a physical thing. Four years of suppressed desire pretty much made our libidos explode. Once we got that out of our systems we made an emotional connection. A lot of that was due to simply spending time together. Spending nights together.

Surprisingly, mind boggling even, my parents didn't care if Maureen slept over, so she did. A lot. The only caveat was 'quiet after eleven'. When her parents complained that she seemed to be living at my house, Moe told them that she'd be home more often if I could stay over too. They weren't happy with that answer, but finally relented and said I could stay. But no sex under their roof. That was a downer but not a deal breaker. The first few times I stayed at Maureen's house I had to sleep in the guest room. Of course she snuck in and crawled into bed with me, which scandalized her parents the next morning. Once they extracted a promise of 'no sex here' we were allowed to sleep in the same bed. That worked fine, because when Maureen got horny, we'd just go to my house.

Our emotional connection really settled in when Moe had her first period after we got together. That meant no sex for a week. But it also meant more time just cuddling and being together. And talking. Really getting to know each other. When her cramps were making her miserable I comforted her, held her, soothed her as best I could. Me just being there for her really did something to Maureen, and to us, as a couple. A bond I guess.

We hung out a lot with her friends, the Spice Rack as I called them in my head. At first they were kinda weirded out by us being together. My friends, a typical bunch of nerds, were totally freaked out. My best friend Myron was angry at me for some reason, like he wanted to punch me out. I had no idea what that was about, but he got over it, especially when Moe and I invited him to a few parties over the summer. Parties with lots of girls, and Moe made sure Myron was not ignored by the girls. I remembered how terrified and stoked I was the first time I went out with Maureen after graduation, and I think Myron got a taste of that at those parties.

And then summer was over. Maureen and I were heading off to school. Since we were going to the same university my folks offered to drive us. We had the minivan, so there was lots of room for our stuff. The dorms were furnished, so we really didn't need all that much anyways.

The excitement of heading off on this new stage of our lives made Moe frantic in bed every chance we got. That last week before we left she fucked the living hell out of me. And since she was so much stronger than me, she could take what she wanted. Not that I would ever complain about any of that, hell no. Moe's pussy tasted so good, and having her grinding and cumming on top of me was such an experience that I wanted it as much as she did.

On the drive to Waterloo my Mom gave us 'The Lecture'. We were a couple, they understood that, but we were there to study, not party. Rule number one was make damn sure Maureen did not get pregnant. Rule number two was no fooling around until both of us had all our work and studying done. Rule number three was to be there for each other, no fighting, no arguments. If there was anything wrong, talk it out. And if that failed, call home and get help. It was like they believed we were not just a couple for now, but a couple forever. I think my parents loved Moe almost as much as they loved me.

Moving in was tedious. Despite all the online stuff done ahead of time there were still lineups and processing. Standing in line for registration, standing in line to get room keys, standing in line for photo-id. Then meeting the Dons, finding our rooms, and so on. All that stuff took hours. Then we had to drag our belongings up to our rooms and unpack. I was on the second floor on one building and Maureen was on the third floor across the quad. So not very close, but really not very far. We said goodbye to my folks, who gave Moe the same kind of big hugs they gave me.

Moe's roommate Sandy was moving in at the same time, so I got to meet her when I helped Moe unpack. Sandy seemed okay, a bit of a nerd like me, and not like Maureen at all. We went to my room to unpack my stuff and found that my roommate had not shown up yet. It looked like we might be able to spend our first night together in my room. With no one else there we could mess around, which was awesome, because neither of us was happy about sleeping together with someone else in the room, let alone having sex. And this might be our last night together in who knows how long.

Moe helped me unpack, then went back to grab her things. By then it was dinner time, so we headed off to the dining hall. Moe brought Sandy and a couple of other girls from her floor, and we collected a few guys from my floor, so we had a small group going down for dinner. The guys were all trying to flirt with the girls, and when they started chatting up Moe I got a bit agitated. But Maureen made it abundantly clear that I was her man, and anyone who tried to get between us was gonna get his nuts ripped off and used as golf balls. That shut them down, because Moe was quite, um, formidable when she was angry.

I think the guys on my floor were amazed that me, the great white nerd, had a serious thing going with such a goddam hot girl. And Moe had no qualms about talking about our night coming up, telling them that she was gonna fuck my brains out while she could, because my roommate hadn't moved in yet.

After dinner we wandered around to get familiar with the residences and met some more people on our floors. And, typical for Frosh week, there was a party somewhere every night. That was cool, because I got to dance with Moe. That always brought back memories of our first date after Graduation. There was even some illicit alcohol around, so Maureen and I split a couple of wine coolers. Enough to feel it but not enough to get drunk.

When we got back to my floor there were only a few people still up and hanging around. It had been a long day and Moe wanted to take a shower. Since the place was still half empty, we figured we could share the shower. There wouldn't be much opportunity for that later on. And showering with Moe was always awesome. I made sure no one was in there before she came in. We were showering and Moe was giggling as I washed her and I heard someone say "Dude, have you got a girl in there?!"

We both responded with "Yes!" and Moe added "Go away, a little privacy please!" We finished up and got our bath robes on before exiting the shower. Out in the hall there were a lot more people than when we went in there, so I guess our interloper had blabbed about a girl being in our bathroom. Turned out I was the first guy on my floor to have a girl in there. The rumor mill loves that kind of stuff.

We got out the box of condoms when we got back to my room, having decided that we wanted the extra protection. We originally bought them to reduce the chance of a big wet spot in the bed. That was bad enough at home, and worse at school because linens were changed once a week by the cleaning staff. Neither of us wanted that kind of a mess in our bed. And the bed was so small compared to what we had back home we wondered if we were going to fall out in the middle of having sex. Maureen could be pretty energetic in bed at times.

We were naked in seconds. God she was so beautiful. She stood there watching me as I gazed at her. Maureen loved how I looked at her. And I loved looking. She picked up her towel and started drying her hair. Moe was really well muscled, and with her arms up like that, vigorously rubbing that towel around, well... fuck. I've only seen one naked woman in real life, and that's Maureen, so I don't know if big strong girls are my 'type', but at that moment she was my type for sure. Her tits did such amazing things as she toweled off. When she finished with the towel she handed me her brush.

That's another thing I loved about Moe, her bushy blonde hair. It took a lot of work to keep it from becoming a tangled mess. She really enjoyed having me brush her hair. I never knew what a turn-on brushing a naked girl's hair was. Let me assure you that it is. After letting me get my fill of watching her and brushing her, she knelt in front of me and started playing with my cock. She knew exactly what to do to make me cum as fast or as slow as she wanted. I guess she was in the mood for a long game, because she took almost 20 minutes to get me off.

She was slow and soft and gentle about it, carefully caressing me, with lots of long licks up my shaft. When I told her I was cumming she went at it full speed, lips and tongue and hands. She took my first shot in her mouth and then let the rest land all over her tits. Sometimes she swallowed it all, but mostly she wanted it on her skin. I told her she didn't need to do either of those things, but Moe insisted that she loved it when I came on her tits. Something about my stuff shooting out onto her got her really excited. I liked it too, but thought it was a bit demeaning for her. And messy.

I grabbed some tissues and cleaned her up, and then it was my turn. That was my favourite part, eating Moe's pussy. Not that fucking her wasn't awesome too, but this was me making her squirm and thrash and cum. And that just rocks. Moe turned and pulled the covers down on the bed and we crawled in together. Damn, the bed was so friggin' small. We both had much bigger beds at home, and this silly little single was going to be a challenge.

We spent a minute or so changing positions, and trying to get comfortable in the bed. Once we were settled, I got down to business. I just loved how she tasted. That amazing earthy flavour was so perfect, I could lick her all night if she'd let me. I had my hands and mouth on her, relishing her taste and textures. I figured since she started out slow on me, I'd do the same, so I was careful not to over stimulate her. Lots of caresses, on and around her pussy, then up her torso to play with her tits too. Then kisses, all over her furry blonde pussy, but never quite in the right place. I wanted her as hot as I could get her.

Her pussy had that soft golden hair all over, which tickled me as I licked her. Those pink inner labia peeked out, so wet and so slippery, and covered in her tangy essence. I ran my tongue up and down them, lapping up everything I could. Her clit wasn't visible yet, but when I began to lick her hood it swelled and peeked out from under there. Once I got her to that point, I eased up and just spent time giving little kisses and licks and touches all over. Just enough to push her close but never enough to make her cum.

Based on my experience over the summer, if I was careful I could drive her nuts like this until she got so worked up she'd just grab me, pin me down, and fuck my face until she came. That was the hottest thing ever, having Moe lose control like that. And that was my plan for tonight. I kept going with those little licks and kisses and touches that didn't quite do the job for her. From reading and watching stuff on the internet, I think this was called edging, where you get her really close, but don't give her an orgasm. I think the longest I held her off was about half an hour once, but usually she got too worked up after about ten minutes.

This time she lasted almost 15 minutes before she sat up and grabbed me. When she tried to roll me over and sit on my face we fell out of bed in a tangle of limbs. Both of us started laughing like lunatics, because we'd already joked about falling out of bed trying to have sex. I got back into bed and laid down for her. The mood was different. No more teasing. She straddled my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around her thighs and went to work.

I had a mission, to make her cum, and I did my best to make that happen as quickly as possible. I was alternately tongue-fucking her and sucking her clit as she clutched the short headboard and watched me work. "Oh fuck Dale." she whispered just before she started to cum. I kept working on her, pulling at her lips with mine, lapping her with my tongue, and licking and sucking her clit. She came, then peaked a second time. I was looking up along her body, watching the play of muscles beneath her smooth skin. God damn that was awesome. Then I couldn't see anything anymore, because she shifted her position and pressed down hard on me. Moe ground her pussy on my face as she bucked and heaved through her third orgasm, leaving me a wet, awesome mess.

She was finally finished she slid down, and we just cuddled together and rested for a bit. "Where's the condoms?" she asked. I grabbed the box. It was a big box, because we were hoping to get lots of opportunities to do this. I rolled one on and turned to her, wondering if she wanted to be on top like usual. That was her favourite position, and mine too.

But all she did was open her arms and legs wide and invite me in. We were good at this by now, having had two months of practice. My sheathed cock slid up along her slit a few times, spreading her wetness on me and stimulating her a little more. When she started to thrust back at me as I ran my cock over her clit, I shifted position a bit and pressed deep inside. Oh fuck, so hot, so tight, so slick, I would never get used to being inside her! One of the other reasons we like condoms was that you could buy lubricated ones. A little lube goes a long way and makes a big difference.

I started fucking her slowly and gently. We watched each other, kissing once in a while, just enjoying that perfect connection. Moe slowly built up to her climax, and she shuddered through her orgasm before going limp. I loved the way she did that. Boneless and blissful and beautiful.

I waited, still impaled in her, listening to her breathe as she calmed and returned to me. When she started kissing me I started fucking her again. Harder now, driving myself into her. It took only a few minutes before she shuddered through another climax. Once again I waited for her to recover.

"My turn on top?"

We had to get out of bed to rearrange ourselves, which felt weird. We were used to being able to just roll over. I got on the bed and Moe climbed on top of me. That was the most awesome place to be. I watched her enjoying herself, hair all poofy after that shower, and her sleek figure, muscles flexing and rolling beneath her skin.

Moe fucked me with a languid grace at first, writhing slowly atop me, but then after she started to cum, she started going at it harder and faster. That was her thing, she could cum again and again, as long as I could stay hard. She had ahold of the headboard again, and was fucking me like crazy. Once she passed a certain point that limp recovery thing stopped happening. Somewhere along the line I came too, and I concentrated in keeping hard for her. Honestly not that difficult because having Moe fucking me like that was incredible!

She went on like this for quite a while, and when she finally slowed down and collapsed on me we just cuddled there for a long time. That was Moe at her most gentle. Quiet and happy and soft. Murmuring that she loved me and softly stroking my face and hair. Eventually she pushed herself up off me, hey wow I could breathe again, and we separated so I could take care of the condom. Then we shut off the lights and snuggled under the covers. It was a squeeze in that little bed, but we were used to sleeping in close contact. After the long car ride, the weird combination of excitement and tedium of moving in, the dancing, the shower, and some truly awesome sex, we were both asleep in minutes.

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My roommate Brian moved in the next day, and neither Moe nor I wanted to mess around or even sleep together with someone else in the room. Good thing we got as much fun in when we could.

Frosh Week was crazy. There was so much going on all the time! There was a party somewhere in the residence every night, so Moe and I got to dance together a lot. Which I loved, because she just moves so well. We had to run around and register for various things, and there were floor meetings, team meetings and practices and tryouts for her, and tons of other activities. Plus, we spent a lot of time just wandering around the campus trying to find where things were. And going to the Campus Book Store to get all our books and stuff. Moe had to find the gym facilities and schedule workout times.

Once classes began, things settled into a routine. That was great, because once we had our roommate's schedules, we knew when we'd have some alone time. For stuff. Yeah, stuff, ha ha. There were a few times a week that we were both free and at least one of our roommates was out. We made sure we followed Mom's Rules, keeping up with studying and homework so we could have sexy times when we had the opportunity.

The people on our floors had varied reactions to our 'activities'. A lot of the guys on my floor were jealous of me, the scrawny nerd, who was banging the hot blonde from South C. On my floor, I was a god, and the first-night shower thing was part of that. The girls on Moe's floor were jealous of how satisfied she was when we got together. It sounded like they never got as good Moe did in bed.

Things were great until just after midterms in October. That's when I noticed that Moe was getting kind of distant with me. We still got together to fool around, but it was turning into more of a thing where Moe fucks me and leaves. And she seemed to be a lot less communicative. I tried to get her to talk to me about it, but she started avoiding me except for sex and meal times. Then the teasing started. Subtle jibes, just little comments at first, but it escalated into physical stuff pretty quickly. It was like she was back to being my bully. I didn't know what to do, I felt like my life was coming apart in my hands. I was losing her, and I was terrified. Then I remembered my Mom telling me 'call if you have problems'. I didn't know what else to do.

I called home and talked to my Mom. She started asking questions. Embarrassing questions. You want to talk about uncomfortable situations? Try talking to your Mom about your sex life. That was harder to deal with than anything I'd ever experienced before. Anyways, we talked, or I talked and she kept asking me stuff I didn't want to tell her. Mom finally gave me some advice, once she'd pulled my life to pieces over the phone.

"Dale, she misses you. You need to spend more time with her."