This is a work of fiction. My first in point of fact. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
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"How do you lose a six foot-three redhead?" I mumbled to myself as I scanned the food court area of the Student Union.
After a few moments, I found my girlfriend Jean and headed her way. We had different majors and we didn't get much of a chance to see each other during the day. So, we always made it a point to meet for breakfast every morning before class.
"Hey babe," I said. "It is babe, isn't it?" I asked. Expecting at least a smile from that old 80s movie quote. My Chauffer was one of our favorite old films. But Jean's face remained impassive.
"Hi, Todd." she said quietly." I could tell right away that something was bothering her. Jean and I have been dating since we were juniors in high school. She moved to my town in 2016 and the moment I saw her I was immediately smitten. I've been in deep smit ever since.
As Seniors in college now, it was pretty easy to read her moods. Before I could ask what was wrong, however, she hit me with the last thing I possibly expected her to say.
"I had sex last night," she blurted out. She went from stone-faced to looking like she was ready to cry.
"Okaaaay," I said. Trying not to let the shock and surprise of her statement get the best of me. "Obviously it wasn't with me."
After what seemed like an interminable pause between us, a thought occurred to me. "Was it Keri?" I asked.
"Yes," she said quietly.
Keri has been her roommate and best friend for the last two and half years. They're very much alike when it comes to a lot of things, including being among the sweetest girls you could ever hope to know. Physically, however, they are quite different.
Jean is built like an athlete. More specifically, like the middle blocker she used to be on the girls' volleyball team back in High School. She gave up the sport after a knee injury, but she still loves to work out, with CrossFit being her current obsession. At six foot three, with green eyes, long, curly red hair and pale complexion with just a hint of freckles, she stands out in a crowd.
She easily catches the eye of most people when she walks into a room, especially when we walk in together. I'm "only" six foot tall and of average build, with brown eyes and dark hair. Jean tells me I remind her of John Cusack in Say Anything - another of our favorite old films from the 80s. For Halloween last year, we picked each other's costumes. Jean had me wear a tan trench coat and I walked around all night with an old over-sized radio we found at a consignment shop. No one had a clue who I was supposed to be. At my request Jean dyed her hair and went as Wonder Woman. She was fighting off fan-boys all night which made me second guess my costume choice for her to some degree. Maybe I'll have her go as Groot this year.
I often get asked why someone who looks like she could be one of the Amazons in the next Wonder Woman film would date a guy like me. While I myself don't know the answer, I do know that I consider myself a very lucky man.
Keri on the other hand, while still fairly tall for a girl at five-eleven, is built more like a blond ballerina. Lithe and lean, with blue eyes and a subtle tan, she is quite eye catching in her own way. So much so that Jean has often joked about leaving me for Keri someday.
Even though Jean had never expressed any real interest in being with another girl, whenever she would comment about leaving me for Keri, I would always tell her that as far as I was concerned Keri was her "Hall Pass." If the opportunity ever presented itself for her to experiment with Keri, she had my pre-approval. We had always treated it as a joke, but I must admit there were times that the thought of them together gave me a bit of a thrill.
"Hall pass, remember?" I said, quickly reminding her that I had given her permission to do exactly what she was guiltily admitting to.
"You weren't kidding about that?" Jean asked, obviously concerned that I might be angry with her for cheating on me after six years of being together.
"I was mostly joking. I guess. Maybe not completely, I suppose." I admitted. "Too late at this point to debated semantics." I was babbling, trying to come to terms with what Jean had just told me. "Just remember the caveat that goes along with the Hall Pass. You have to give me all the details."
She looked at her Apple watch and said, "I was planning to. If you weren't too upset with me to even talk to me anymore."
Her green eyes met my brown ones. "I think I'd just rather get to it and be done with it. When's good for you?"
I looked at my phone and remembered my first class of the day had been cancelled. The professor was out sick this week. "How about now?"
"I can skip Econ I guess," Jean replied. "It's just a review day and I'm already getting an A." She sighed nervously, "Where do you want me to start?"
"The beginning of course," I said. "But first, I have some questions. The answers will obviously be considered major spoilers, but you can't expect me to wait for the whole story to know some important details." I tried not to sound too excited about what I was about to ask her, but I was having a hard time keeping my anticipation in check.
"Such as?" she asked, as began to twirl her red curls between her fingers. It was something she did when she was both nervous and excited.
"When you say you had sex with Keri, does that mean she... you know," I paused looking for the most un-offensive turn of phrase. "That she went down on you?" I asked.
"Are you asking if she ate my pussy?" Jean asked. Now that she knew I wasn't all that upset about last evening, she evidently felt she could afford her penchant for being a bit blunt about things.
"Yes. I suppose that's another way of phrasing it," I said. I wasn't quite ready to give her the initiative back, however. So, I matched her bluntness "Did she eat your pussy?"
"Yes," Jean said with a hint of a smile on her face.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Yes." Jean said, her smile no longer a hint, but something a bit more open and somewhat sly.
I asked my next question. "Did you eat her pussy?"
"Yes." She replied. "And since I know you're going to ask, I enjoyed that as well. I wasn't sure if I could actually do it, much less enjoy it. But I did. "
"Okay then," I said. "No more spoilers. Time to tell me everything."
