Moving on with two
By Fanta_Story
"Honey, this—our relationship—isn't working for me anymore."
Like all men who have heard this line before, a number of emotions surfaced in Alvin. He knew that they did not have a lot in common but they always had a great time together. Whether talking on the phone, having simple dinners at Denny's or Islands or Applebee's they had a lot to talk about. Nothing lasts forever. Among the strongest feelings is lack of control. She felt it was over. Still, he wanted to know why.
"I hate to do this to you, as you are really a nice guy," said Audra, "but, I have started seeing Mike Barber, sorry. I know he is a buddy. Don't be angry at him. He really likes you and does not want to alienate you." Alvin was thinking all week about the party he took Audra to a few months ago where she met Mike. He knew there was nothing he could do but move on. He saw Mike in the aerodynamics class the next day. They smiled at each other. Maybe it was meant to be. Now Mike could enjoy that gorgeous brown body...and maybe even have a long-term relationship.
Alvin had to focus more on his studies and on flight training. He had made a serious commitment and needed to do well enough to find a good job with an airline if he did not make a career at the air force. Classes were very difficult and included aerodynamics, meteorology, metallurgy and fluid dynamics to name a few. He also had to learn how to shot a side arm, land from ejecting or free falling and survival skills. He had little time for socializing. He did like to grab a beer once in a while at the officer's club on base or at a bar in town. He never returned to the bar where Audra worked as there were many other good places. He did like one or two that attracted hot women, who he stared at and fantasized about.
Meanwhile, after Audra's phone call letting down Alvin, she told Kendra and Catlin the news. "There's nothing wrong with him, is there?" asked Catlin when Audra had told them while walking from the dorm to the gym. "I mean, he seems to be...you know...good. We heard you moaning and groaning often." She and Kendra giggled.
"He is a great guy. I am sure he could have a lot of girls," said Audra. The other two glanced at each other, secretly hoping that she could catch him on the rebound.
"Audra, let's get down to brass tacks. Can he go downtown? I mean does he know how to eat pussy? I am sick and tired of guys who act like it just is a way just to so much fooling around. I need someone who is a serious pussy eater." Audra had never heard her roommate use this type of language but figured that Catlin was frustrated about her dating life.
"He will not disappoint."
***
Catlin was tall and blonde and, as a member of the Tri-Delts at USC had every guy on campus to choose from. As an athlete on an intercollegiate team, she also had all of the girls on campus to choose from. She often chose wisely and those choices varied based on her needs at the time. Sometimes, she needed a hunk to worship her. Like most women her age, she was an attention whore. There were many date parties at Tri-Delt and she had to show up with a hot athlete to make the other girls jealous, and jealous they were. She had her pick. She even showed up once with the All-American quarterback—who was on his way to winning the Heisman. They fucked a few times but he could never learn how to eat pussy. There were lots of guys on the row who she could snag for a good ride but most of them were also deficient in that all important skill. As mentioned above, she could also hook up with any girl on campus. On occasion, she hooked up with Melanie who was a swimmer. They met in a class and easily struck up a friendship. They had different majors and very different activities (Catlin was in a sorority while Melanie spent every waking hour in the library because she was pre-med).
Melanie suggested they have coffee at the Starbuck's at the film school and they talked in the cool courtyard on otherwise near-100 degree day. "So, Catlin, I imagine you have a ton of boyfriends."
"Why do you say that?"
"You are the model of the hot Southern California girl, blonde volleyball player.... I have seen you in the locker room in the swim center. You have a perfect body."
"You are hot as well. But you spend all of your time in the library. I am sure you could have any guy on campus if you would only get out more. "
Leaning over the small table, "Catlin, I never talk about this...but I...don't date guys. I don't want it spread all over. I hope you understand."
There is a girl in Tri-Delt who is a lesbian. Catlin only knows about Shannon because Shannon was her little sister. Catlin offered many times to set her up with a hot guy but Shannon always declined. Finally, Shannon told her that she did not like boys and would be horrified if the other girls knew. Catlin never told anyone.
"My lips are sealed."
Melanie inwardly wanted those lips. She wanted to kiss Catlin for hours at a time. She wanted to feel those lips on her nipples. She wanted to feel those lips nibbling her pussy. "Hey, um, could you ever, you know, be attracted to a woman?"
Sure, attraction would not be the problem. USC was filled with girls who were beauty queens. Guys walked around with erections all day. Twice when she was in the freshman dorm, she attended parties that got a little raunchy and she did some things to one of the other girls, but she was drunk. Her identity was that of a sis-girl. Still, Melanie was her type, tall, muscular, large brown eyes.
"Sure, ah, well... I could be...."
"I think it's best to talk about these things in advance, just to avoid bad outcomes, hurt feelings and revenge rumors.... Would you like to come over to my apartment for dinner some time?"