"What the fuck are you doing?" I bellowed. Cheryl stopped bouncing on the guy's cock and looked at me. I thought she would be afraid and start covering up but when she saw my face she continued riding the guy.
"I'm fucking Chad here," she said. "Got a problem with that?"
I just stared at her with disgust and shock. My girlfriend of one year was fucking another guy and she didn't even seem scared that I had caught her.
I noticed that she had cum on her face and lips and Chad was fucking Cheryl with out a condom. She made me wear a rubber every time we had sex and she never let me cum in her mouth.
Chad seemed scared. She tried pushing Cheryl off but she refused.
"Don't worry babe, it's just my boyfriend," she said. "Just keep fucking me, I'm going to cum. Blow your load inside me. Shoot that fucking load in me like you did last time."
I was so angry and devastated at the same time. Not only was she fucking him, she let him cum in her, something she never let me do. I froze for a second then gathered my things and walked away. I wanted to surprise her in her dorm room. We hadn't seen each other all weekend as I had soccer match to play in another school. We lost for the first time this season and I got a red card. It was a horrible weekend and now my girlfriend, whom I was in love with, was banging another guy and she didn't even care.
I walked away from the rooms then to my apartment. I changed into running shorts and an old gym t-shirt. I took a run. I ran for an hour and the sound of my panting and blood pumping through my head helped to clear my mind. I was so pissed off. How the fuck could she do that?"
I ran for another half an hour and for the last 100m I sprinted as fast as I could. I had good stamina as I played as an attacking midfielder on the team. I used to hate to jog but once I made it to college soccer, I decided it would be better for me to improve my fitness. Soon I learnt to like it.
I went back to my apartment took a shower and got a call from my friend Mike. He was a fellow soccer player.
"Dude, there's this party just outside campus, you've got to come," Mike said excitedly.
"Nah," I said. I was so used to turning down parties, just because Cheryl was a jealous girl. She didn't like me going to parties and it was a habit to turn down offers. I then remembered that she was a whore and that I broke up with her and I decided to go.
"Jake, dude, there's like a ton of hot girls. I know your prude of a girlfriend doesn't want you to go but I need you as a wingman," he pleaded.
"Sure dude, I'll be there in 5 minutes," I said. I was single now. There was no need to care about Cheryl.
I met Mike outside this apartment 5 storey building. The roof top was bright and the music was blaring loudly and I could hear it from on the streets.
"Dude I promise I won't tell Cheryl that you came here with me," Mike told me as we got to the party.
"Tell her," I said. "I broke up with the bitch."
"Serious?" he said. My friends didn't like her but I knew they put up with her because of me. "What the fuck happened?"
I sighed. "I caught her fucking some other guy. Turns out she's been fucking him for awhile now." I explained to him what I saw.
"Whoa. Turns out she's not so uptight after all," he said sort of amused. "Well to hell with her. It's not so bad being single. Look at all the chicks here you can choose from."
I had to agree, being single wouldn't be so bad. The girls here were hot. I was a sophomore and Mike was a junior. I was the youngest on the team, making varsity last year. Most of the girls here were juniors and seniors.
"Dude, chicks like younger guys," he said. "And they like guys who play sports like us." He was grinning as he finished his shot of vodka. A hot blonde girl walked by. She had nice legs and big breasts covered by a tight low cut top.
"Hey baby," Mike said winking. She looked at him and gave him a disgusted look and walked off. I had to laugh. Mike was always talking about getting laid but seeing him get rejected was hilarious.
"Doesn't matter," he said. "She'll be back."
Being his so called Bro, I had to help him pick up chicks. I was good at being a wingman. I'm not good at picking up girls though, unless I know their really interested in me. There were a few but they weren't my type. Some were flirty with me knowing that I was on the team and just like Mike said, younger than them. They were however quite drunk and I wasn't into that. I didn't like taking advantage of girls.
Eventually this blonde girl that was equally as hot as the first one we saw pulled Mike out of the party. They made out in the corner and I lost him.
I sat at on the ledge alone with my Jack and Coke. The city lights were visible from here and it looked nice. I was depressed and my drink was my friend. I think the sour look on my face had sort of scared off a lot of girls but I wasn't in the mood right now.
After awhile this junior sat next to me. I recognized her as one of the students in my faculty. I was an Art student. I could paint and all that other stuff but I loved photography. I wanted to be a professional photographer and have my own gallery.
This girl had raven hair that barely touched her shoulders. Her eyes were sapphire blue and her lips were painted red. She had thick eyeliner around her blue eyes. She wore a white Zeppelin t-shirt and a plaid skirt with black boots. Her hair, lips and eyes were intensified against her pale skin. She was about my height at 5 ft 10. She had a voluptuous body and her tits were ample and firm. The t-shirt was tight and it really showed off her curves. Her right arm was tattooed from shoulder to waist in colorful Japanese art. She also had a lip ring.
"Hey you're that soccer guy that got that red card over that fight the other day right?" she asked. I had gotten booked twice, once for a bad tackle and another for fighting with the referee because he didn't even give the tackler a card.
"Fuck," I said. I already got yelled at by my coach. Now everyone's going to know me for that sole purpose. I got sent off early in the match and I didn't even get to watch the game. My absence reduced our team strength and we lost.
She just laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "I think that asshole deserved it. He tackled you from the back. That's illegal right?"
"Yes. That's what I told my coach," I said. "The bastard wouldn't listen to me."
"Well Coach Murray would listen to you if you had tits and a pussy and offer him a blowjob," she said grinning. I laughed. My coach was famous for flirting with the college girls especially the cheerleaders.
"I'm Liz by the way," she said.
"Jake," I said. "You here alone?"
"Nah," she said. "I came here with a friend. She's probably getting laid right now. Lucky bitch."
I was kind of surprised by her bluntness but shook it off.
"You're an Art student right?" she asked. I nodded. She smiled. "Thought I saw you somewhere. Which class?"
"I'm a sophomore," I said. She looked amused.
"Ah, so you're still a kid huh?" she joked. I ignored her. We talked about other stuff and I realized just like me she loved classic rock like Sabbath, Zeppelin and all those guys.
About half an hour later this girl stumbled over to us.
"Hey Liz," she said. She was really hot. I recognized her as one of the cheerleaders. Her name was Megan. She had blonde hair and brown eyes. She had nice curves as well but was not as curvy as Liz. "Who's your new boy toy?"
Liz just smiled. "This is Jake and he plays soccer." Megan looked at me and grinned. She was really wasted.
"I know you," she said. "I've wanted to fuck you for a while now."
"Maybe next time sweetie," Liz said hugging her. I was kind of worried and surprised at Megan's behavior. She was usually such a nice girl and I never expected to see her drunk.
"What happened to you baby?" Liz asked, rubbing her hand on Megan's waist. Liz's hand slipped under Megan's shirt but remained on her waist.
"I think I drank too much and I was making out with this guy and the next thing I know, I'm here without my panties," she said. "It's kind of cold but my pussy feels good. I'm so horny. Look."
Megan lifted up her skirt and true enough, she had no underwear on. It was clear she was horny as well as her mound was shining with her juices. Her pussy was shaved except for a thin landing strip of blonde hair above the lips.
I stared briefly then looked away. Liz just laughed.
"Wow baby, you are horny," Liz said. "Your pussy is so wet."
The conversation between the two girls was making me horny and my erection was pushing against my jeans. Liz saw my bulge and winked at me.
Megan blabbered something and then tried to get another drink before stumbling. She fell on the floor and her skirt rode up, exposing her tight round ass. Liz slapped it and then covered her up.
"Wow she's fucking drunk," she said amused.
"Is she okay?" I asked, concerned. She nodded.
"Just needs to sleep it off. Say you look strong for a kid, can you help me take her home?"
I nodded. I felt bad for Megan. With ease I picked her up and we left. Mike was no where to be seen so I left him a text saying I was leaving.
We walked a few blocks with Megan sleeping in my arms. Liz and I talked about music and art until we reached her apartment.
"Just put her on the couch," she said. She grabbed a bucket and put in on the floor next to her head. "Don't want her puking on her bed."
I nodded. "Hey you want a drink?" Liz asked. I saw that it was still early so I nodded and she brought a bottle of bourbon. There was a quarter left. We talked and slowly drank it.
"So I see you're kind of depressed," she said. "What's the problem?"
Liz had changed to cutoff shorts and an old t-shirt. She sat on the couch with her legs up. I couldn't help but notice how long and sexy they were. Her lip ring was gone too and her make up wiped off. Her intense look was gone and she looked really pretty.
"I caught my girlfriend cheating on me," I said. I was a bit tipsy so I felt brave enough to tell this stranger what happened.
"Well that sucks," she said simply. "Well from how you describe her, she sounds like a total bitch."
"I guess," I said swishing the drink in my glass to form a mini whirlpool. We didn't talk about it anymore.
