When Emma dumped me I was heartbroken. But when one of the most beautiful babes on campus took me to a secluded spot to give me a view of Emma and her new over in action, that I'll never forget.
When I began to date Emma during our first semester at college, we were both virgins and she made it clear she planned to remain one. She is a pretty brunette with eyes of a spectacular blue hue, and she has a captivating smile. Her body is equally magnificent, her legs are long and perfectly shaped, her tits firm, her skin wonderfully soft and smooth.
I fell deeply in love with her and hoped she would relent and decide to sleep with me. But although we went out for over a year, she was never willing to do any more than give me a hand job or let me cum in the smooth crevice between her delicious boobs.
Rather suddenly some months ago, during our sophomore year, she started to give me the cold shoulder. I'd ask her to go out on Saturday night and she'd say she had other plans or had to study. Soon she stopped returning my phone calls. I was heartbroken.
One evening as I was sitting by myself in the main campus dining hall, moping about Emma, I was approached by an incredibly beautiful woman. Amy was one of the real hotties on campus, with her flowing strawberry-blonde hair and her model's physique, and all the guys had the hots for her. She was wearing a tight tank top that highlighted her large breasts and even tighter jeans that hugged every curve.
I had never spoken with her, so you can imagine my shock when she sat down next to me and introduced herself. "You seem very unhappy," she said quietly. "Girl trouble?"
"Yes," I answered, a bit surprised at the question.
"How did you know?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised at how much gets around among the girls on campus." She looked me straight in the eyes and rested her hand on mine. "I think I can make you feel much better, if you'll come with me." Her hand slid down beneath the table to rest upon my thigh and her green eyes beckoned with an invitation I could not resist.
Puzzled, lonely, and already sexually aroused, I left with her. She held my hand so it looked like we were a couple, and I noticed the envious stares of a few of my friends. We walked together across the darkening campus to the old science lab building. There she led me to the second floor, where she produced a key and opened an office door.
"Don't turn on the light," Amy whispered. At that point, my stiff cock pressing against my jeans, I'd have done anything she said.
She led me to the window. It looked out upon one of the sports dorms. Across from us, not more than twenty feet away, was an open window and a dim bedroom. No one was inside.
"Let me tell you a story. Do you know who DeShawn Jones is?" I nodded. He was captain of the football team, widely regarded as one of the best-looking guys on campus, he had light eyes with a chiseled body and reputed to be a real stud with the ladies.
Amy continued, "Everything you've heard is true. He is the most incredible lover I've ever had. Every woman he's fucked says the same thing. I would do absolutely anything to please him. But he always makes it clear to a new woman that he only keeps her for a few weeks. Afterwards, he may bed her occasionally. Let me tell you, once a month, once a year, he's worth it."
I was mystified. "What does any of this have to do with me?"
Amy smiled sweetly, pulled me close, and kissed me softly on the lips. Her tongue played briefly with mine as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist.
"I'm getting to you. When DeShawn fixes on a chick, he doesn't care if she's single or attached. But when there is a guy in the picture, he doesn't like scenes or conflicts with her boyfriend. So he makes a peace offering. I'm his offering to you."
Slowly the impact of her words sunk in. "You mean DeShawn and Emma..." My voice trailed off. She nodded. I was suddenly torn by anger, jealously, and denial. Sensing my pain, Amy held me close and placed her hand on my crotch, rubbing my erection thru my pants.
"But Emma's a virgin," I protested weakly.
"Hardly, darling," she breathed in my ear. "She gave herself to him the first night. I know he was very gentle with her."
I felt my world crumble. "But like I said, DeShawn wants you to be happy, too. That's why we're here. Let's look out the window together. Look across at the football dorm."
For a while we saw nothing. Amy held me close, still rubbing my crotch and licking my ear to keep me hard, as we stood in the dark. Then she said, "There!" and pointed to the open bedroom window opposite us.
