Back in college, two friends named Bill got into my girlfriend. And they led the way for others to play with her, too.
Starts out true, then slides into fiction of wishful thinking. Many of the incidents are true, with a sprinkling of extra spice just for flavor.
Names changed, of course, except for the Bills. There really were two of them, two Bills, friends and fellow partiers.
All this happened before the days of common STDs and deadly AIDS. All the people were well over 18.
Senior year of college, my girlfriend, Mikki (Michelle), was hot stuff. She was medium height, not a model type but attractive. Slinky, medium boobs, more than handful and firm. And she was fond of moderate miniskirts. When she wanted to, especially when dancing, she just oozed sex. We were both just 21.
The dorm was a little unusual, all single rooms downstairs, with a small but serviceable party suite on the top floor. The party room was really just the small living room with four single bedrooms attached to it. But it had a bar (that might have been added by some previous residents), a carpeted area, and some benches around two sides.
I lived on the first floor. A good friend, Bill, known here as Bill2, was across the hall, and a casual friend, also Bill, that we'll call Bill1, down the hall a few doors.
Mikki and I spent many weekends in bed, horny kids that we were, emerging only for meals. She basically lived there with me on weekends, with her parents during the week. Incredibly, they didn't mind.
This was a party-hearty group. There were parties most weekends, well maybe ten out of twelve, either Friday or Saturday, up in the party suite. It was always crowded, dark, noisy, couples dancing and in the nooks and crannies. Loud music for dancing, fast and slow. Most of us were slightly lubricated with alcohol, which was typically a deadly punch or retail wine coolers.
His version:
One night we had a fight, over something I can't remember. We left the party early. She was really pissed. When we got back to my room, she picked up her bag and left in a huff. Later I found out that she went just a few feet down the hall, knocked on the door of Bill1's room.
She asked him, Do you want to know why Danny keeps me around? What we do all weekend?
Yes, he did. He welcomed her in.
She didn't tell me about it until years later
Her version:
Bill invited me in like a gentleman. He gave me a drink; there was beer in the fridge. We sat on the bed. After some conversation where I vented about what a turkey you (Danny) are, he kissed me. It was nice. I kissed him back. We made out. He was not very aggressive, but he felt me up, took off my blouse. He really liked my boobs. Eventually he got brave enough to feel my legs. What do guys do with legs? They want to get between them. So of course he reached under my skirt. He felt up to my crotch. I spread my legs for him, I wanted to feel him touching me.
I let him undress me, down to my underwear, and we lay down on the bed. Then he took off my bra and kissed my breasts. He really, really liked my boobs. He kissed all the way down my belly where it tickles. Then he reached inside my panties, put his fingers into me. I was wet, soaked, hot.
I undressed him and lay back. I pulled him up between my legs, took hold of his cock and took him into me. He fucked me, gently at first then harder, and he came in me. I was on the pill then - everyone was on the pill then - so no worries. I made a wet spot on his bed, that narrow, college bed. We slept, I stayed there all night. Good thing I didn't run into you in the morning.
For revenge fucking it was pretty good. He was really nice.
Back to his story
Eventually I found out about her little affair. I wasn't jealous, after all we were only dating, not serious then. And she did have an occasional fling that I knew about. More about one of those in another chapter.
In the party suite one night, the room was packed, Solid dancers in the middle of the room. The music was mostly rock and slow dances. The bar was on one side, drinkers, couples, and stags around the edges.
Her dress code for parties was always a skirt, not slacks, and a top that showed off her boobs. She wasn't very girly-girl in most ways, but short skirts were part of her religion. I loved her skirts because of the easy access they permitted to her fun bits. Yes, I was a card-carrying Dirty Young Man. I think all the guys loved them because she showed a lot of leg when she sat or danced. And they hoped they could get under them.
She was dancing with Bill1, close. Both her arms around his neck, his hands on her hip and ass. That was maybe a little familiar, but not at all uncommon. I saw his hands moving as he kneaded her butt and raised the skirt a few inches. Not a big deal. If she didn't mind, I didn't mind.
A few minutes later, I saw them not-dancing, They were off in a corner, kissing. Again her arms were still around his neck, his hands on her hips and ass. This seemed to be more interesting so I watched. Their kissing was passionate, not just friendly. His hand moved up to her breast. She didn't move it away. Instead she pulled his face to hers even closer. Now that was serious intimacy. He cupped her breast, kneaded it. I could see that he squeezed it and she appeared to love it.
I looked around to see if anyone else was catching this exhibition. Oh, Jesus, there were half a dozen guys, friends of mine, watching my girlfriend being pawed openly.
I wasn't angry, I wasn't even jealous. Well, not much. I was embarrassed that guys saw her make out with this other man - and saw me watching it and not doing anything about it. In fact, it excited me to see her being felt up like that. She really was sex on wheels sometimes when our relationship was new, and this is one of those times. I loved to watch her turning on, even if it wasn't with me.
Then it got worse. Or better, depending. His other hand came around from her ass to her hip, down her leg, then up her thigh under her skirt, all in a minute. Holy crap, this was getting more serious. I didn't know then that he had already been between her legs with his hands and his dick.
And he didn't stop there. He reached up her thigh, between her legs. I could tell when he touched her sensitive spots. She went up on tiptoes, still locked in their kiss. Her feet moved apart, I think to let him feel her panties, get his fingers onto the gusset over her sex lips. His arm moved up again, pushing on her. She opened her legs another foot. She pushed her hips toward him, once, twice, again. Oh, god, he has his fingers in her and she really wants it! Anyone could see this clearly. Her legs wide open and his hand in her crotch! His arm moved, her hips moved to meet him. Yes, definitely finger fucking.
Feeling her insides with my fingers, the warmth and wetness of her sex tube, its contractions with her excitement - that was almost the most intimate thing one could do, I felt. Only a couple acts could be more intimate: eating her delicious pussy, licking her labia, sucking on her little clit with my fingers roaming inside her; and slow fucking, savoring the wonderful feeling of my body inside her body, sliding slowly in and out. I remembered how it felt stroking and licking and penetrating her body, and I got rock hard.
Then I woke from my brief reverie to see her avidly taking Bill's hand into her secret cavern. His arm pumped up and down, no doubt in and out of her slick vagina. Holy crap again, now who's watching this? Christ! Even more, now half the room is watching Bill finger fuck my girlfriend. Drilling her hard. *My* girlfriend! In the open, in public. She kissed him, she let him feel her, she spread her legs when he reached for her sex. She was participating eagerly in having her hot cunt drilled and she didn't care who saw her do it.
A minute later I looked back and they were gone. Not kissing, not dancing, not at the bar. Well, maybe that's better, at least she's not making a spectacle out of having public sex at the party, only slightly hidden. I mean, no one could actually see his hand or her sex because there were clothes in the way, but it was clear what was going on.
I went back to drinking. Made small talk with guys. Tried to avoid the obvious topic of what my supposed girlfriend was doing with some other man in front of the whole crowd.