This story is a sequel to My First Year in College and My First Year in Prison.
Tyler is finally ready to commit to a serious relationship when he moves in with his former College crush, Austin. After years of entertaining the idea, it is time for those two to figure it out: is their relationship meant to last?
This story is entirely fictional and all characters featured are above 18.
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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN
Chapter 23: An epic love story
Ralph and Janice met each other in a prison's parlour. Not the best start for a love story, I will grant you that.
... Unless it turns out to be an epic one!
Ralph was incarcerated for running a network of escort girls (the fancy name for prostitutes), and Janice was visiting her best friend (also known as... me) who had been sentenced to a year in prison for getting involved in money laundering on behalf of a drug dealer.
First impressions between the two were not that great.
Ralph thought that Janice had a fine ass but that she seemed a little uptight and even arrogant. Worse than that, when he winked flirtatiously at her, - he was a very horny inmate after all -, she reacted like she was afraid of him.
Ralph enjoyed to scare men away, not beautiful girls.
Janice was overall intimidated: by the place, by the inmates checking her out, by seeing me in my prison uniform for the first time, and also, indeed, by this huge beast of a man.
The bodybuilder was very tall, very broad, his biceps were the size of your average guy's legs and he was making no effort at hiding that he was staring at her.
To be fair, she may have been uncomfortable but Janice could not deny her own libido manifesting.
A man like Ralph does not go unnoticed and if he had his eyes on her, Janice was definitely checking him out as well. I mean, the bulge of Ralph was pretty prominent, no matter what he was wearing, and the convict was exuding some undeniable sexual energy.
After her first visit, he was the only inmate who had left an impression on Janice.
Sure, part of it was a gross feeling; Ralph was very shameless and hands-on with the woman who had come to visit him.
Thanks to eight years spent at her job, - Janice was working in a rehabilitation centre for recovering addicts, - she had learned not be judgmental, but she was not naïve either.
She instantly knew that Ralph was one of these inmates who were managing to score girls even from his prison bunk bed, - a man like this always gets what he wants -, and who was fucking desperate women in search for a bad boy at any "conjugal visit" he could get.
Janice pitied the women who would be falling in this trap.
That being said, was she touching herself thinking about all the bad things Ralph could do to her when she went to bed that night? Definitely, she was! And she most definitely came while picturing the dirty inmate drilling her pussy.
Especially since she had been, once again, left alone as her boyfriend had to stay late "for work".
What else was she supposed to do?
Richard was living up to his name. He was a real Dick.
When Janice thought he had to stay at the Trade Centre to secure a key investment -- everybody knew that the men in fancy suits working in finance were doing crazy hours -, Richard was most likely wearing a superhero mask and twerking his hairy ass, receiving bills in his crack, at a gay club. But that, Janice did not know it yet...
Ralph and Janice got to see, and assess, each other a couple more times at the parlour until Janice learned that Ralph had somehow become a friend of mine.
I discovered many years later that as she was visiting me at the prison, Janice was getting increasingly curious (and horny) about Ralph.
I get that. The guy was manly, strong, and confident, it was probably our most natural prehistorical instinct to get fucked by him.
At least, that was how it worked for my gay ass while we were sharing a tiny cell!
But Janice had a boyfriend who seemed perfect for her. Richard was buying her flowers every day, was showering her with gifts, was making plans for growing their family... He was discreet but caring, always in control of himself. A mature man, very different from the losers Janice had dated before.
Sorry Luis if you are reading this, but you were cheating on her (including with me!) a couple months into your relationship with Janice. Those who had read My First Year in College will get the reference.
The only reason why Janice let herself indulge in her "inmate" fantasy with a shameless bodybuilder was because she was certain this would never ever happen, not in a million years.
In that sense, she did not feel like she was betraying Richard in any way, those were just harmless (nasty) thoughts.
The man was locked-up in prison and there was absolutely no reason why she would have to meet him again. Better touching herself thinking about him rather than one of her coworkers or someone else she knew "in real life".
Well, that was discounting my intervention in the matter, of course.
Whether she had planned on it or not, I was about to make Ralph a part of Janice's life.
Janice was only vaguely remembering the hot hunk from prison when she met Ralph again at my place.
She knew that I was seeing him from times to times, but she had not realized that it was for more than a drink to talk about the trial against warden Deen or Falcon. Ralph and I were actually becoming buddies and I was helping him with the development of his x-rated content online.
When she got to see him again, she was already engaged to Richard. He had proposed a couple months before and she had happily said yes.
I am not sure of how much this is true but lately, Janice has been pretending that she had never been in love with Richard to begin with.
He was checking all the boxes (on the surface), she was 30 and wanted to settle down, he was very much accepted and liked by her family and friends (to be fair, I did not like him that much, I had always found Richard rather boring), and she thought that it was the kind of relationships everyone should or would settle for. Love did not have much to do with that.
At some point in life, do you not just pick someone to be your partner for the long run? Is not it how that works?
Ironically, the night she saw Ralph again at a party at my house was also the night where Richard and she decided to advance their wedding date. They did not want to deal with the wedding planning anymore and they could not wait to get married.
We all know how this ended...
With all of us, Ralph cheered for the great news! Needless to say, he was shirtless and chugging beers at the same time. And again, Janice was not missing any of it.
For the first time, she was seeing the bare upper body of the man she had fantasied about during many sleepless nights. I can guarantee that she was not disappointed. After prison and while working on his social media and x-rated platforms, Ralph had never looked better and stronger.
Besides, the ex-con did not seem so intimidating anymore. He was plainly sexy and even... funny.
That was the certainly the hardest thing for Jan to admit, but Ralph's shameless way of living his life, his straight forwardness, goofiness, and his redneck sense of humour was growing on her.
On paper, Ralph was everything she would not want as a boyfriend, he was the opposite to her "good all-around" fiancé.
Ralph had spent many years in prison and he did not seem remorseful about that. He was making a fool of himself at parties, was spending way too much time shirtless (or pantless), he was talking loudly, often acting as a macho, and now, he was even sharing sexual content online.
"The Nine Inches King". That was just gross, right?
Any judgment from Janice about the adult content he was sharing would have been misplaced though.
First of all, as it turned out, Richard had been doing the same thing (and worse, acting as an actual gigolo) for years, only behind Janice's and everyone's back.
And secondly, Jan could hardly play the innocent card when she definitely had a subscription to Ralph's page! Despite the fact that Ralph was now more or less part of her friends' group, Janice had not stopped fantasied about him, especially since she had learned what he was packing between his legs.
Her excuse to indulge this time around? She was engaged and she would never consider anything serious with someone who would be otherwise known as "the Nine Inches King".
What was the issue with looking at the filthy content the ex-inmate was gladly sharing everywhere online? And if she happened to be turned-on by it... So be it!
Even the raunchiest videos where Ralph was fingering himself, she found that hot.
Of course, she waited many years to confess this to me. She admitted that she was one of the first subscribers of the Nine Inches King's page while she was drunk at the party for the launching of my first book.
It was a few days before she learned she was pregnant with their second child.
Funny how life turns out sometimes.
Anyway, things were looking impossible for Janice and Ralph at the time since she was about to have a cute, rather small, but very expansive summer wedding with perfect Richard.
That was, of course, until I had to ruin everything, once again!
You know the story. I found out that Richard was performing at the Man Cave and that he was the "Masked Hunk" everywhere online. Not only that, but Dick turned out to be a proper undiagnosed psychopath.
Looking back, I can confidently say that he was pathologically sick.
Not that it excuses his behavior, (the dude stabbed my boyfriend and myself, it would be difficult for me to have any compassion) but Richard had clearly been boiling up inside for years, living two separate lives, in a constant fear of being found out, of disappointing his fiancé and his close family...
He was probably wearing more of a mask when he had to play his "boyfriend" persona, rather than when he was the "Masked Hunk". When I caught him up on his lies, his entire world collapsed. He could not handle being seen as a fraud.
He panicked. First, he tried to use sex -- his preferred tool to get what he wanted -- to get me, then, he tried to use guilt, and when none of those worked, he resorted to blackmail and violence.
To be fair, I really helped Janice dodge a bullet and, ironically again, Ralph had been the one to make it possible by driving me to the chapel.
I barged into the wedding. I told everything to Janice. We ran away to Greece. We made a pact not to go back with our ex-boyfriends. Sorry, Janice. I could not hold that one for very long... and Janice had to re-build herself from this.
She kept up the appearances, but it remains one of the biggest traumas in Janice's life. Being betrayed this way, for so long, and learning this betrayal while you are wearing your wedding dress, surrounded by your family. Ouch. That has to hurt!
Of course, now that I know the full story, it is clear that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to her, but back then, Janice pretty much lost everything.
Being a runaway bride, leaving your closed-ones stunned behind you, having to move into a much smaller apartment with your best friend. And not only that, the attack in the club a few months later was awful for her.
She felt incredibly responsible and Janice stayed at my side for months when I was in the coma, all the while she thought I was hating her, (as if I could ever hate her!), and then, when I was slowly recovering.
All and all, it had been a very rough year for Janice.
The woman had the damn right to change her hair color (she has reverted back to brunette since then) and I guess that it made a lot of sense to find some comfort in the arms of an Adonis who was spending as much time as she was in my hospital bedroom.
Thinking of which, I should not have been surprised when I saw the footage of Ralph and Janice fucking in our king size bed.
