Jessica O'Toole
So, picking back up where I left off before telling you about Vegas, where was I? Boyfriend zone. Right. So, Jules and I were dating. The fact that we were dating each other and were both workaholics worked in our favor. We both had mostly all the same classes, so it was no surprise that we spent almost all our waking hours together, mostly studying. Sometimes making out. Sex was off the books for the first few months because one, we didn't want to further complicate our relationship, and two, because she was a virgin and was simply scared. I reassured her multiple times that there was nothing to worry about, that it would only hurt the first time, and even then, the pain variated between women. One thing I never did, though, was push her into it. I let her take her time with the decision.
Halloween night she floored me again. That seems to be a common occurrence with us, I know. We (Okay, she) happened to be invited to a Sorority Halloween party. We were standing in the crowded common area when she told me that it wasn't fair to me that I didn't get sex when I wanted it. I just stared at her through my Barney Rubble mask. She shrugged. "I'm not the jealous type," she had said, repositioning her Betty Rubble wig.
"Yeah, but, you're okay with sleeping with other people?" I asked, taking my mask off.
She shook her head. "I'm okay with you sleeping with other people," she said. "No sense keeping you all to myself, especially since you can't have my pussy right now. No reason why you can't have someone else's."
"Who the fuck are you, woman?" I asked incredulously.
She shrugged. "A woman who cares about the needs of her man," she replied, then cupped my chin with her index finger and thumb. "And make no mistake, you are my man, and my only man, but I see no reason why you can't be somebody else's man as well."
"What!?" I said, letting out a confused breath.
"You are mine and I am yours," she explained as if I was a child. "But you can be somebody else's as well. I don't care as long as you remember that you are mine, as well. Understand now, Barney?" she asked, giggling.
"No," I said, thoroughly confused. "How can you..." I trailed off, not knowing the words to convey my confusion.
She pulled me into an embrace as she looked into my eyes. "I care for you, okay?" she said picking a lock of my hair out of my face. "We may not be in a committed relationship right now, or ever, but in a way, we are still committed to each other, right?" I nodded dumbly and she kissed me softly on the lips. "And you're not planning on going anywhere as long as I'm around, right?" I shook my head, again, dumbly, and she licked my lips ever so slowly. "Exactly, so as far as I'm concerned, you can fuck whoever you want. Hell, fuck the whole cheerleader squad for all I care. I hear that Riley Jacobs is quite the kinky little slut," she said with a mischievous wink and grin.
"B-but," I was flabbergasted.
She got serious then. "Kaden Cross," she said loudly, a bit too loud, pulling back with her hands on her hips, one hip cocked and a look of defiance on her face. "Do I have to order you to fuck other women? Because I will!"
I blinked. Other people that overheard her blinked. Have you ever heard that sound like a record scratch grounding to a halt? Yeah, I heard that in my head, even though the music was played on CDs back then. It was as if the entire room went dead silent, waiting for my reply. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" I asked in awe, realizing this was not a game. "This is not some test of my loyalty or ploy to get me to tell you I love you, is it?"
It was her turn to look surprised. "You...love me?" she asked, tearing up.
"What!? No!!" I said, panicking a little bit. "I mean..." She suddenly laughed. I narrowed my eyes at her and the whole room started laughing along with her. Theirs was a different sort of laughter, though. Their laugh was mocking. Her's was a laugh of genuine playfulness. Her laughter was the only one I cared about. "You're an evil little bitch, aren't you?" I said with a playful smile.
Her eyes went wide and the room went silent again as some in the crowd went 'OOOooooo' like I was just about to get my ass beat. I wouldn't have been surprised if someone started chanting 'fight, fight' right then and there like we were on some kindergarten playground. She just stalked towards me, grabbed me by the crotch, and said, "You fucking know it, daddy," in the loudest voice possible, effectively letting everyone know that she loved the way I talked to her. I looked into the crowd and winked, smirking. Some people clapped and cheered, while others looked disappointed that the shrimp wasn't going to get his ass beat by a girl.
That night, she snuck into my dorm room. My roommate was gone for the weekend and the weekend RA was pretty cool. So, as long as we didn't make too much noise, he let the occasional rendezvous slide. She sucked my cock for the first time that night and while she didn't let me eat her out, she did let me rub her clit to orgasm, with her panties still on, of course. She had said she didn't want to give in to temptation. I could understand that because as soon as I felt her gloriously slick and completely bald pussy, I wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. We lay down next to each other and cuddled as we talked.
"I do care for you," I told her. "Honestly, I'm not sure about love, yet, but I do care for you very much."
She just smiled and kissed me. "I care for you, too, Kaden," she said.
"So, were you really serious about me sleeping with other women?" I asked, hesitantly, suddenly afraid of her answer.
"Of course, silly," she said as she playfully bopped me on the forehead. "Jeezus, are you really that thick-headed?"
"No, I just..." I trailed off. "It's just so far out into left field that I'm having trouble grasping the concept, is all."
She kissed me again, twirling her tongue around before releasing me. "Listen," she said. "I'm not ready to have that thing," She grabbed my cock through my shorts. "inside me, yet. But even when I do, I'll still want you to sleep with other women. Hell, invite me along so we can share, I don't care. For one, because knowing how you are, I know I'm not going to be enough for you. That's not saying anything bad about you or me. It's just the truth. And for two," she shrugged. "Like I said, I'm not the jealous type. We're not in a committed relationship despite being committed to each other. And even if we eventually do end up, hell, maybe getting married someday, I still won't mind if you sleep around."
"You're fucking nuts," I said with a shy smile. I was in awe of her. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. My cock could, though, and stood at attention, straining through the fabric of my shorts. "Let's say I believe you," I told her after a few minutes of silence. "Not saying I don't. It's just that my mind is having trouble keeping up with your incessant curveballs. And let's say I decide to follow through with this insane request."
"You better," she said defiantly. "And it's not insane, just not normal is all."
"Fine," I amended. "I'll fuck Riley Jacobs. Provided she'll..."
"Oh, she will," Jules said, cutting me off. "I know this for a fact. I just have to plant the right seed..."
"No," I told her, cutting her off this time.
"No, what?" she asked.
"If I'm going to do this, I don't need your help," I replied. "But I truly want to know. Are you really going to want to know every time I fuck another girl? Because, for the first few times, anyway, I'm going to be compelled to tell you."
