After the weekend at the hotel with Tom, Herb, and the men from the bar, life was a rapid descent into out of control sex as a substitute for meaningful relationships. I had somehow come to see myself as being capable of being good at only one thing. I didn't value myself, and based on my husband's desires to let other men have my body, I didn't believe he valued me either. Because of my pregnancy and abortion, I accepted this status and acted accordingly.
Shortly after that wild weekend, I returned to school for the fall semester. Jim, the guy who got me pregnant the semester before, was gone and the old group that I had studied with had gone their separate ways. My husband Tom often had me repeat the story of our weekend, but wasn't pushing me to see other guys. The classes I was taking required lab sessions two nights a week. No one in my classes knew who I was or anything about me. I could be whomever I wanted. My lab partner for all our projects was a guy 20 years old, eight years younger than me. Most of the people in class were that same age. I didn't tell anyone how old I was and I still looked pretty good. They checked my ID almost every time in the bars. I think it was assumed I was 22 or 23 years old and I no longer wore my wedding ring. I dressed young, like the rest of the women in class and I fit right in.
I was soon stopping for a drink or conversation with my lab partner and a few others from class before heading home. About half the group was too young to get served, so we started going to my lab partner's apartment where they could all have a beer. I was the only one who lived away from campus and I usually walked from class to the apartment with the rest of the group. My lab partner was named Jim, slim, muscular, blue eyes and dark hair, just about 6 feet tall. He wasn't really a "nerd" or anything, but he definitely wasn't very experienced socially speaking. Kind of shy and unassuming, not aggressive, but very intelligent. His roommate Ken, was a couple years older, a senior. Ken was not in our lab, but joined in the socializing whenever he was home. The rest of the group was five guys and one girl, Debbie from lab.
As the only women, we both got lots of attention from our group. This was something I craved and desired. In fact, I found myself subtly competing with Debbie for "control" of the group as measured by who was able to command the most attention. I began to dress for the "boys", wearing skirts, semi-sheer blouses and lacy, sheer bras. This generally made me the center of attention and pushed Debbie to imitate my dress and to become a flirt to draw them away from me. Ken was the first one to actually make a move on me sexually. We were both in the kitchen when he put his hands on my hips from behind me and pulled me back against him. He kissed my neck and said, "Annie, you really turn me on!"
I could feel his cock in his jeans against my ass. I turned to face him and pulled him tighter, grabbing his ass with both hands and said, "Is that so?" I gave a quick kiss, pushing my tongue between his lips and pulled away, going back to the living room. I admit I intentionally teased Ken the rest of the night. I let him sit next to me and I brushed my tits against him every chance I got. I know Debbie saw me and knew what was going on and I think Jim saw it too. Whenever I got up, I put my hand on Ken's thigh and pushed my self up off the couch. Once he responded by pushing my ass upward with his hand as I got up! The bulge in his jeans never went away, but he tried to hide it by holding his beer over his crotch.
I was one of the first to leave that night and Ken volunteered to walk me to my car. It was several blocks across campus to the parking lot and we chatted as we walked. Ken kept the conversation geared to sex, telling me that he really liked the way I looked. He said he hoped I wasn't mad that he had kissed me and grabbed my ass. I had to chuckle to myself; it had been me who had kissed him! He also mentioned that he had felt me brush against him and wanted to know if I did that on purpose. I told him I was sorry, I hadn't realized I had touched him. I said I hoped I hadn't given him the wrong impression. He was hot for me and crestfallen that I said it was just accidental. I was torturing the poor guy and I knew it! By the time we got to my car, I had put off all his attempts and he had given up any hope.
I got in the car and started it. "I've got to let it warm up a little." I said. "Jump in if you want." Ken got in as I threw my books and stuff in the back seat. He slid over a little toward my side and I decided to surprise him! I had been playing around with him and hadn't really thought about what I was going to do. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and running my tongue inside his mouth. He was in shock! He just kind of froze. I pulled back and looked at his face. He was totally bewildered! "Cat got your tongue?" I teased. I pulled him to me and kissed him again. This time he responded. His hands cautiously reached under my jacket, and I turned so he could feel my tits more easily. His kisses became more aggressive and his hands massaged my breasts. He froze again when I grabbed his hard cock, squeezing it through his jeans. He began fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. I helped him undo them and leaned forward so he could unhook my bra. He went nuts at the sight of my tits. They are 36ds, round and firm, with nipples about a half-inch around and the same length. As he licked and sucked at them, I undid his jeans and reached in grabbing his cock. He moaned and raised himself up, sliding his jeans down so I could release him. I got up on my knees and turned toward him so my breasts were in his face. I rubbed them into his mouth and face as I stroked his cock. Ken came in a few minutes, pumping and bucking and moaning.
