Once again, the intrepid Jill wrote me to request a story about her favorite fantasy: "A woman in a relationship is taken by another man." For this one she requested much younger characters, which was fun for me because I enjoyed writing their dialogue.
Special thanks go to Dirk, a reader who saved this one for me after it was lost.
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I'm usually not a nosy person. Really, I swear. Although I only turned eighteen last week I am starting college now, and I think I've already developed a pretty mature attitude about not judging people. I bet it comes from my theater background. My parents met while working together on a play. I've been around actors my whole life, so that's probably where I got my laid-back attitude. What people do in private is their own business, right?
So why was I sneaking out in the middle of the night to the rec room of my boyfriend's dorm?
I'll tell you why! The sounds coming from that room across the hall were driving me batshit crazy!
Practically every night, always right around one a.m., my boyfriend and I hear the moaning and thumping and muffled cries of...well, of people fucking! The guy next door, Dirk, he's constantly fucking the brains out of some woman! Actually, it's often not even the same woman. Over the last couple of weeks I've heard at least three different women crying out in pleasure.
We usually hear them right through the walls, but tonight the sounds were coming from the rec room.
It's not like I'm even there every night either. I only stay over at my boyfriend's dorm three or four nights a week, and still I hear the same sounds every time. It's like he never takes a night off!
I'm Jennifer, and J.T. is my boyfriend. Whether I stay over at his dorm or not usually just depends on my class schedule. Well, okay, it also depends on how much we're fighting. I love J.T., or at least I like him a lot. Maybe I love him, who knows? The one thing I do know is that he's fucking hot, and that's precisely the problem. He knows he's hot. Making it even worse, he knows all the little sluts around here think so, too.
My girlfriends say he looks just like Johnny Depp, but not the
Pirates of the Caribbean
Johnny Depp. He's more like the
Ninth Gate
Johnny Depp, or maybe the
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Johnny Depp. He has the same dark, careless straight hair, and that same intense yet whimsical 'intelligent, disturbed guy' thing going on. He's thin and sinewy like Johnny Depp too, with the same kind of chiseled facial features. I swear, one of these days he's going to make my boobs bleed with those sharp cheekbones of his!
I've never seen Johnny Depp's cock, but I really like J.T.'s. It's not as if I have a whole lot of experience or anything by which to compare him, though. I guess he's about as big around as a tube of toilet paper. When I hold it, I can just get my fingers to touch together. He seems pretty long, too. I've seen some pornos, and he's not like those guys, but I've used my hands to show his size to my girlfriends. They assure me that he's above average.
Whatever. I know I like his cock. I also know I'm not his first. He's told me he's fucked at least five or six other girls, and he flirts with every girl around here. They flirt right back, big time! I'm sure he's even fucked a few of my girlfriends.
That's why we fight. I don't think I'm a particularly jealous person, but would it kill him not to flaunt it so much? I mean, come on, I don't mind the occasional harmless flirting. That's fine. What I'm not so cool with is the way he practically dry humps fifty different girls every time we go out dancing. I've also seen him fully making out with them when he thought no one was watching.
It's not so much what he does, but the way he does it. Sometimes he's so blatant about his flirting that I really think it's sort of disrespectful to me. If you're going to fuck other girls, fine, whatever. This is college. People fuck a lot here. I get that. Just don't show it off so much, okay?
I try my best to make him happy, too. Granted, I didn't know much about sex when we initially got together. He was my very first. Still, I think I've opened up a lot for him. Pretty much, I do whatever he wants now, and I'm always trying to get better at everything. I'm definitely no cold fish, either. I really get into it! I totally let him know how much I'm enjoying it--because I am! He says I'm the best "cocksucker" he's ever had, and ever since I went on the pill, come on, we fuck like rabbits!
He knows there are only two things I won't do. I won't fool around with him in front of his roommate, and I won't let him put his dick up my ass. That would just hurt too much, I'm sure.
He tried to get me to do it one night, and I wouldn't let him. Afterward, when he went to take a shower, I grabbed one of his Sharpie markers and attempted to see if I could fit it up my ass. I'd already done it with my finger a couple of times, so I kind of knew how it would feel, but that Sharpie was a lot longer and a whole lot thicker than my finger! I managed to get some of it inside me, and it felt like I was stuffed to the gills! It really didn't feel bad, though, not at all. In fact, it felt pretty good. Or maybe it was simply that I felt good, knowing I was being so slutty! I mean there I was, having just had sex with my boyfriend, and now I was trying to jam something up my ass!
I found that I liked the feeling of pressure there. Having something stuffed in my ass was actually very nice. It wasn't so big that it hurt me; it was just...different. It felt way different than having something in my pussy.
Who knows, I'll probably end up letting him fuck me there, too. I'm sure I'll even learn to love it. I love everything else now, so why not?
Yep, I have definitely come a long way in a short time. He should be happy with me, I think. I don't see why he still has to chase after all these other girls.
It does make me wonder, though. What are they doing that I don't? What's so hot about them? What am I missing?
Whatever. We had sex twice tonight, then I guess we fell asleep. It was probably an hour or so later that I was woken by the sounds of Dirk's usual moaning and thumping. Checking on J.T., he was out like a log. I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I was feeling hella mischievous. Even though it was really late, I just had to go see what was going on in that rec room!
I looked over at Ray, J.T.'s roommate, asleep in his own bed. He must have come in and crashed after J.T. and I fell asleep together.
Like I said, I won't have sex in front of Ray, but if I want to spend the night with J.T. then I have to accept that Ray will see us in bed together. I guess as long as I'm covered up and we're not doing anything major, I'm fine with it. A little kissing and touching is okay, I suppose. Although Ray is definitely cute, I don't need him watching me having sex with my boyfriend. That would just be too weird.
Anyway, after double-checking to make sure that both J.T. and Ray were really asleep, I got out of bed totally nude and went over to my bag to get my little silk robe. I quickly threw it on, hoping Ray wouldn't wake up and catch me standing there naked. He didn't. I don't think he's ever seen me naked. He might have caught a glimpse of my boobs once or twice, but I think I managed to pull the covers over me before he really saw anything.
I went to the bathroom and peed. Wanting to be quiet, I didn't flush the toilet. After checking again to make sure they were both still asleep, I grabbed the room key and snuck out into the hallway.
I don't know what I was expecting to find, especially since it had become really quiet. The sounds that'd woken me had stopped.
Whatever I was expecting, it definitely wasn't what I found!
The rec room in J.T.'s dorm is across the hall from us, a few doors over. I tiptoed as quietly as I could down the bright hallway, then I just barely poked my head around the corner to take a peek. Conan O'Brien was on TV, and the room was its usual mess, with empty beer cans everywhere. The cue ball from the pool table was wedged between the fridge and the counter, which was covered in Taco Bell wrappers. The whole place smelled like a bunch of old gorditas. Gross.
Then I saw him. It was Dirk, the crazy sex machine from next door.
Even though we had shared a few classes in high school, I really didn't know him very well. He was our star wide receiver, and I knew that sometimes when he was practicing with the football team across the field from us he would stop and watch me as my squad did cheerleading drills. We'd also been in a couple of school plays together, but we never managed to be in the same scenes.
All I really knew was that I always thought he was absolutely gorgeous, and I think he thought I was pretty hot, too. Still, the entire time we were in high school together we hardly even spoke to each other. I was always too busy with acting and cheerleading, then I hooked up with J.T., and that was it.
Well, I sure noticed Dirk tonight, sprawled out on his back on the red leather sofa. He looked asleep. He was shirtless, with his jeans completely unbuttoned. Even better, they were pulled down his hips, and he had no underwear on!
Check that. Yes, he did, but they weren't his, and he wasn't wearing them in the usual way. Instead, perched on his face was a pink thong! I could see his mouth peeking through one leg hole and his closed eyes through the other. Some girl had left her panties on his face before just upping and bailing on him!
Sneaking over to the little love seat by the couch, I checked him out more closely. Fuck, he's so hot. He sort of looks like John Cusack, only way more buff. He has the most perfectly ripped body, which he always did like to show off, hardly ever wearing a shirt unless he absolutely had to.
