Stacy breathed a sigh of relief as the door to her room clicked shut behind her. She knew she had been lucky to get a resident advisor job as a university senior, as most of those jobs were awarded to graduate students. The money was good. Dealing with the problems of freshmen got tedious quickly, though, and she savored the start of some private evening time free of responsibilities.
She cast off most of her clothes and smiled as she felt the air on her bare skin. She was fit, healthy, and felt good in her body most of the time, a fact that she knew was a blessing and a rarity among her peers. She unpacked and prepared for the next day, moving about the room in her tank top and panties. And then she was done, with an hour left before bed.
Perfect.
With a smile to herself, Stacy opened her laptop and carried it over to the bed. Her movements became slower and more flowing as her mind switched gears into her usual before-bed sexual mode. Stacy had always possessed a high sex drive, although few would have guessed it from her outward behavior. Her evening time was a closely-held secret and pleasure.
Although Stacy loved visual porn, it was erotic fiction that most captured her imagination and fueled her fantasies. Her interests were broad, encompassing everything from roughness to BDSM to group sex. Stacy felt lucky to have recently found fiction about one of her newly emerging fetishes: male infidelity, especially while his girlfriend or wife looked on. She had seen stories fetishizing the reverse for years, and had never felt much of a reaction either way, but the opposite scenario was surprisingly thrilling to her.
She leaned back in bed and brought up one of her favorite stories, one that she had read dozens of times and could nearly recite from memory. Her eyes locked onto her favorite passages, her breath deepening as her body responded. This particular story detailed the humiliations of a wife forced to watch her husband ravage a much younger girl. Stacy's hand found her clit as she drank in the husband's careless lust and the wife's red-faced arousal. And, as had been the case since she began dating her latest boyfriend, her mind began to compare her own experiences with the story.
Stacy had been seeing Mike for about a month, ever since meeting him at a friend's party. Mike was markedly different from the responsible males she typically dated. He was cocky and untrustworthy at a gut level. It was widely known that he had cheated on his last girlfriend, a situation that had blown up publically. He also turned her on in a way that she had been missing with previous boyfriends. "Boyfriend." She had started using the word to describe Mike, but it didn't feel like it fit him properly. Her friends' opinions of him were decidedly mixed, and the word "jerk" had come up more than once.
When Stacy cared to admit it, it was really the sex that kept her with him. Mike was a great lover, aggressive and single-minded in a way that previous boyfriends had lacked. He was clearly more experienced than her. His sexual deftness never failed to remind Stacy of how many women he had fucked, and that thought never failed to drive up her excitement.
As the pace of her fingers quickened, Stacy's eyes again focused on her laptop screen, finding the passage that reliably brought her to orgasm. The husband was cumming inside his young lover, pumping her full as she writhed beneath him. The wife was transfixed by the sight of her man so captivated by the girl. Mentally in the shoes of the wife, Stacy shuddered as she came.
***
Mike texted her during class the next afternoon: "Free this aft? Can't get your hot ass of my mind." Stacy rolled her eyes at her new boyfriend's forwardness, and for the umpteenth time wondered what her family would think should she ever have to present him. A quick scan of her body's reaction, however, made it clear why she put up with his crassness.
She hurried back to her dorm, breezing past some of her freshman residents and into her room. She was grateful for the fact that it was a single. How would she ever explain Mike to a roommate? He was an inexcusable choice, really. She quivered with anticipation as she slipped off her sweater and perused her collection of more form-fitting shirts. She knew what Mike was hoping to see, and thrilled in his insistence that she express her sexy side.
Mike burst in twenty minutes late and without apology. "Hey, babe!" he crowed, grabbing lustily for her and planting his lips on hers.
Stacy pretended to pout. "You said you'd be here at five."
"Late at the gym. Go on, tell me you don't like the results," he said, winking and offering an arm. No argument there.
"Whatever," she said, craning her neck to kiss him again. She loved his boyish grin as he ran a big hand down her back.
He broke away and swatted her ass. "Get in bed, I only have an hour. Meeting up with the guys."
This time Stacy's pout was real. "So what is this, just a booty call?"
He laughed. "It's not 'just' anything, babe. Let's see if you feel like complaining when I'm done with you!"
She laughed in spite of herself. "You really are a pig!" she exclaimed, getting another wink in return.
"Lose the shirt. I just gotta check where we're meeting."
