The Girl Is Trouble

I slept hard after collapsing back into bed and I barely noticed when Jess kissed my forehead as she left in the morning.

I had not slept well but fortunately didn't have much to do in the morning. I was a mess and I knew it.

I stayed in my room longer than I really wanted to. I even help my morning pee so long I nearly pissed myself. I didn't want to run into Mark or any of my other roommates. I was just too embarrassed.

When I did finally come out, of course I ran smack dab into Mark. It seemed like he was waiting to talk with me.

"Dude, I've got to piss so badly. Just give me a minute!" I begged him, navigating around him to get into the bathroom.

Why the fuck would he want to talk to me? Is he wanting to tell me Jess is no longer mine? That he owns her pussy now, and I'm just going to have to deal with it. But as I let out that tremendous gusher of held back urine, I realized that Mark didn't look like I'd expect someone who be all cocky and staking his claim on my woman. Hell, he looked concerned.

I finished my piss and I sucked it up to face him.

Mark is a big guy. While not exactly the athlete that Jacen is, he was seriously built, tall, and stocky. I know he worked out two or three times a day, but I knew that it was very much a recreational thing, nothing quite like the regiment Jacen had to go through. Mark is also very WASPy. That is, he is as average a white guy as they come, although he is good looking. If Jacen reminded me of Grant Hill or Vince Carter, Mark was like Henry Cavill or Chris Evans. The dude pulled women is what I'm saying. So if he wanted to smack me a round, the Andrew Garfield type that I was, he could handle me easily.

When I came out of the bathroom, he gave me a sheepish smile and pointed back into my room.

I went into it and he followed me in and closed the door. Well, here it comes.

"Darren, I am so freaking sorry dude. I feel fucking terrible."

What the shit?

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Dude, I know you saw us. At least, Jess said you did. I was one hundred percent thinking with my dick when she came to me and asked me to do and say those things."

"What?"

"Yeah. She came to my room in the middle of the night. She said I could fuck her, but I had to say some shit. She said you know and are into her fucking other guys. Normally, I wouldn't believe a girl who told me something like that but..."

"But what?"

"You know half the campus thinks she's fucking Jacen Summers, right?" he said, obviously uncomfortable saying so, "They also say you know about it and either don't care or you get off on it somehow. I heard this guy Jeff suggest that you're such a basketball fan that you are having her fuck him so he performs better for the team."

Oh my god.

"But Hannah Chapman says she knows Jess and she says you're just in an open relationship and that you have actually watched them."

Hannah is kind of a friend of Jess's. Not close, but I think she might have been who Jess was supposed to meet at the party we first met at. She's that chick who wears retro clothing all the time.

"Any way, I did what she asked because, I mean, damn Darren she is seriously hot. But after I did it and she told me you actually saw us and heard what I was saying... I felt terrible. You've always been a good guy. Invited me to room here, you've helped me with homework. It just didn't sit right with me. I worried that she was manipulating me to hurt you or to just get some sex. It's kind of twisted, you know?"

I held up my hand just to get him to stop his confessional. I took in a couple of breaths and let me thoughts catch up to me.

"Mark, it's ok, man. Seriously. I know it's fucked up, but she's such a... handful. She's worth it and I actually love her. But she's always been honest with me that she just needed to fuck, with a wide variety of guys. Shit, and girls."

"Really?"

"Hey, focus here. Anyway, yes I know. Yes I, well I do get off on knowing what a slut she is and yes, that includes having watched her with someone else a few times. I can't explain it."

"Maybe like having a boss sports car and enjoying your friends getting to take it for a spin, just to make them even more jealous that the hot ass car is yours?"

Holy shit. Mark is not the smartest guy, but in one instant he nailed it, with an almost a perfect analogy of 'hotwifing'.

"Well, yes. If you include the owner to enjoying knowing the car was being better driven because his friends were better at driving a car like that."

Mark nodded as if he got it, "So when she has me put you down, almost humiliate you, you enjoy it because it enhances your feeling that the car is getting treated better than you can. And you'd hate to see such a bitchin car be under appreciated."

"Christ, Mark. Yeah."

"Dude, I don't know if I'd ever have it in me to do that. That actually shows you to have some hella strength if you could not only allow it but to also be willing to risk losing her to some stud who might want to keep her for her own."

"Right, so finding a suitable partner, someone who would just dig the opportunity for sex and not want anything more, including her affection, would be... hard to do..."

Jess isn't a manipulative bitch... She's a fucking genius who found an actual nice guy who would be easy to keep interested in just having free sex with her and was close to me so that it would be easier to keep under wraps. Her comment about losing interest in Jacen took on a whole new meaning. Maybe she had heard the rumors. Maybe she was concerned about her reputation and mine.

I suddenly felt terrible about thinking the worst about her instead of seeing what she was doing was actually to benefit me. I had told her my other roommates knew about the 'train incident'. She also knew they cared about me, so they wouldn't talk if her and Mark were a little too loud. It was a way to amp up my humiliation thing in a safe way.

"Well, anyways Darren, I'm really sorry. I mean, I guess you've explained it isn't as bad as I feared, but I'll still stay away from her, ok?"

"Wait... Fuck, Mark. This is embarrassing as shit to actually say."

"What?"

"Mark, will you please keep fucking Jess?"

"Are you serious, dude?"

"Yes. Feels weird as shit to say so, but yes. It all actually makes sense."

"Oh, Jesus, Darren. That's fucking great. Jess is a serious amazing lay. I mean it, dude. She fucks better than anyone I have ever been with."

I blushed and he noticed, "Shit, sorry. Did I go too far?"

"Ugh, it sucks to say but no. Somehow Jess is brilliant and figured out a way to give us all something we want. I really liked seeing you fuck her last night, I just briefly felt betrayed. It was late at night and wasn't thinking things through clearly."

"You're not somehow gay or anything," he asked, then quickly followed up, "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just wouldn't be into that."

"No, Mark. It's just what we said about the sports car."

"Cool. I get it. I mean, if there was no touching between us and shit, I really wouldn't care if you were present when we fucked. I mean, I see all kinds of guys nude and stuff at the gym and I watch some porn. If it really gets you off to watch me fuck your hot girlfriend, you can get in close to watch and shit. Touch her if you dig that when she's with someone else. Hell, if you wanted to take another end of her, I'd be cool with it. Nothing gay about two dudes double timing a hot piece like Jess, no offense intended."

Jesus Christ, Jess. It's like she picked this guy out of central casting.

"We'll see, Mark. And, umm, thanks."

The dude actually shook my hand and gave me a big pat on the back as he did. I was almost dumbstruck by his earnestness, but then a thought struck me.

"Oh, Mark. One more thing. Don't tell Jess we had this conversation. She deserves a little bit of a counter punking. In fact, I have an idea..."