Suddenly, as we moved through the crowd to get a drink, a hand shot out and grabbed Kim’s wrist. She gasped and stopped in her tracks. Brad stepped out of the crowd and pulled her roughly around to face him.
“Hey!” I stepped forward.
Brad immediately turned and pinned me with a stare. “Fuck off, Louis. This doesn’t concern you.” He looked back to my wife. “Kim,” he said. “We gotta talk.”
She suddenly looked different. Her eyes were huge, her pupils dilated and almost liquid. Her breath was coming in huge, shuddering gasps. “No,” she croaked. “It was a long time ago.”
“Not that long. You ain’t changed a bit.”
I stepped forward again, but something held me back. There was something going on between them, something you could feel crackling in the air that separated them. The intensity of the moment had everyone around us going quiet. Something about the way Kim looked at him really bothered me. She had to crane her head way up to look at him. Her lips were slightly parted as she listened to him, and she unconsciously licked them a few times. She was...transfixed by him. Why? He was just a big thug. And yet...she must have seen something in him, to date him not once but three times.
What if she still saw that in him, now?
For the first time, I realized I should have listened to my wife.
“I want to dance with you,” said Brad.
Kim’s eyes widened. “What?! No!” She tried to pull away.
“One dance,” he said insistently. “One dance--that’s all.”
Kim looked away from him, then back. Then she did it again. It was almost as if she was scared to look at him…but she couldn’t bear not looking. And each time she looked, she seemed to find it harder to tear her gaze away. “This isn’t a good idea,” she said, almost to herself.
“One dance, Kim,” said Brad. This time, his voice was lower. Almost a growl. And Kim sort of…squirmed, as if he’d run a finger down her spine.
That seemed to change everything. She looked at me and there was the strangest expression on her face. It was as if she was battling with herself, internally. Part of her wanted to dance with him. “Louis?” she asked.
She wanted me to make the decision for her.
Brad turned to me. “Come on, Louis. What do you say? For old time’s sake?” His voice was almost pleading, his eyes sad. He did still hold a candle for her.
I should have just shaken my head, turned and led Kim away. But part of my brain was still back in college. The idea that the football captain, the super-stud, would ask me for anything was still sort of overwhelming. I wanted to lord it over him, and allowing him just a taste, taunting him with what he could have had…that was even better than just showing her to him.
“Sure,” I said, and I even managed not to sound too smug when I said it. “Sure, Brad.”
Kim turned to stare at me. “You--You’re sure?” She was definitely breathing faster, now, her eyes shining with excitement. She really wanted to dance with him. But then why had she looked so scared, before? Her eyes flicked between me and Brad. “Weren’t you two—”
I shook my head. There were a lot of people listening around us and I didn’t want to remind them all of how I’d been a victim. “It was a long time ago,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “Have a dance. It’s fine.” I even managed to smile.
Brad gave me an appreciative nod and led Kim toward the dance floor. For a second, I felt a warm rush of pride. I’d been the bigger man, as Hugo had suggested.
And then I saw Brad glance back, over Kim’s shoulder, and give me a look of such blazing, smug victory that it actually made me take a step back. The sad eyes were gone. As he led her onto the dance floor, all I could see there was burning, intense lust.
Shit! He’d fooled me. Tricked me into giving him just a little leeway…with my wife! And now he was going to use it to make me pay.
Chapter 4
I pushed to the front of the crowd to watch. This track was a faster, sexier track. Immediately, Brad had his hands on my wife’s waist. My skin crawled as I watched his fingers grip her there--God, even his hands were enormous. But it was my wife’s expression that really scared me. I could see it changing, going from nervous to nervous excitement. Soon, she was staring up at him with a sort of helpless admiration. And, as his hands pulled her tighter to him, I saw a little shudder run down her body...and not an unpleasant one. Their bodies began to flex sinuously to the music, pressing together tighter and tighter. At first, it was just their firm stomachs that were touching. Then it became their thighs and, as they leaned in to each other, their foreheads brushed, their arms coming up to lock on to each other’s shoulders.
He was speaking to her--I could see his lips moving. But she didn’t seem to be saying anything back. It wasn’t a conversation...it was more as if he was calming her with soft words, like one of those guys who talks to nervous horses. And it was working. I could see her relaxing more and starting to smile. At first, she kept glancing over at me. But after just a few moments, she only had eyes for him.
They pressed together even tighter, Kim’s full breasts squashing against his chest. My nails dug into my palms in response. I couldn’t believe she was letting him do this--was she just being polite? And then it got even worse: his hands moved down to her ass. I found myself holding my breath as I watched his palms skim over her cheeks once, twice…just as mine had done. The difference was, she didn’t tense up when he did it. In fact, she actually seemed to thrust her ass into his hands, as if asking for more.
He was happy to oblige. He looked over to me and grinned as he squeezed her ass with both hands. My eyes widened. This wasn’t allowed! I’d said he could dance with her, not grope her! And then, as the song ended, it got worse. Kim started to turn to leave, but Brad caught her wrist and pulled her back towards him. I saw him ask her something and she shook her head. He asked her again, and this time her protest was weaker. A third time and she nodded and pushed up against him again. And then--
They were kissing! The bastard had his lips on her and, by the way they were moving, I could tell they were using tongues, too. Brad wrapped her into his arms again, one hand clutching at her ass while the other tangled in her hair, and the kiss grew hot and heavy. Around them, the dance floor had emptied. Everyone was looking at them, some giggling nervously, unsure of what to do. And, one by one, they all turned to look at me.
Brad had succeeded in humiliating me yet again. He was showing everyone that I was nothing, that I didn’t deserve a woman like Kim, that he could take her from me in just a few minutes. And there was something else, too, cutting through the hot shame. I could feel my cock twitching at the sight of them kissing. At first, I told myself that it was just the sight of my wife, lost in passion--that, if she somehow could have mimed the kiss without him there, it would have been just as hot. But that wasn’t true. There was something about seeing the hulking brute with her in his arms, his tongue thrust between her lips. It was turning me on.
How? How can that be possible?! I hated the guy! And he was kissing my wife! But I couldn’t deny that there was a hot, dark thrill in seeing it happen. And, however pleasurable that was, it only added to my humiliation.
Suddenly, my plan to lord it over Brad seemed childish and cruel. It wasn’t so much fun, being on the receiving end. I stood there fuming as Kim finally unwound herself from him and walked over to me. As she approached, I could see her expression change. She lost that dreamy look and began to flush with guilt.
“What was that?!” I asked in a low voice.
Kim squirmed a little and shrugged. “We were just messing around,” she muttered, but I could her the guilt in her voice.
“You kissed him!”
She looked at the floor. “He kissed me...sort of.” Then she turned defensive. “Look, you started this! I said we should go home and you wanted to stay! You paraded me on the dance floor just to get under his skin--didn’t you?”
I felt a sudden pang of gu
ilt. I thought she’d been oblivious, but she’d known exactly what I was doing. I nodded. And immediately regretted being honest, because she looked upset. Kim had a thing about people using her or trying to control her--we’d argued about it a few times in the past.
Brad came up behind her, a smug grin on his face. “So, are you joining us, Louis?”
I blinked. “Joining you?”
“I was telling Kim while we were dancing...my company cleans this college. I’ve got the keys. I was going to take Kim on an after-hours tour. See all our old hangouts. That sound like fun?”
Fun? No, it didn’t sound like fun! Spending even another second with him after the way he’d groped and kissed my wife sounded like hell. I grabbed Kim’s wrist. “No thanks,” I said curtly. “We’re heading out.”
But he grabbed her other wrist, stretching her between us. “Are you sure?” he asked. “It was fun, dancing with you, Kim,” he told her. I watched as his fingers gently caressed her wrist. “Just like old times.”
And Kim did another of those squirms, as if his words were themselves a caress. She swallowed, glanced at me and then looked at Brad.
A cold fear rippled through me. God…was she actually debating it?! In my shock, I dropped the wrist I was holding.
And Brad immediately had an arm around her waist, whisking her away from me. I stared as she was snugged up against his side. Kim looked as shocked as I was, for a second. But then she looked up at his face and sort of…melted.
“Come on,” said Brad, and took a step towards the door. And she walked with him. What? How can this be happening?! How can she just walk out with him?! She’s my wife!
Brad grinned at me. “Coming?”
Kim and I stared at each other. I could see that she was battling with herself again—and, this time, her features settled into an expression of heady, flighty excitement. Each time she looked at me, I saw a shadow of guilt cross her face, but she looked…helpless.
I had a horrible realization. I’d thought that Kim had been scared of making a scene, or even scared of Brad himself.
What if she was scared of herself? Of how she reacted to his presence? What if that’s why she’d wanted to leave…and I’d stopped her?
And now it was too late. I stared at her. That was it. She’d been like a reformed drug addict, desperately trying to stay clean, and I’d led her right back to her dealer. His words, his touch…that was the drug.
She was hooked again.
I thought about grabbing her and pulling her away from him, but I was worried about what might happen if she resisted. What if she told me to go to hell and walked off with Brad?!
The only safe solution was to tag along. At least if I was there, Brad wouldn’t be able to do anything more than tease me.
“Sure,” I said to Brad. “Sure, I’ll go.”
Brad gave me a big, false grin, put his free arm around my shoulders and escorted us both to the door. Worryingly, he didn’t seem to be annoyed that I was coming along. He seemed to relish it—what did that mean?
Chapter 5
Our first stop wasn’t far away--one of the lecture theaters. The whole way there, we walked three abreast with Brad keeping his arm around my shoulders as if we were best buddies. The other arm he kept around Kim’s waist. I noticed that she didn’t protest the contact, or make any attempt to pull away. With each passing second, she seemed to grow more comfortable with it, gradually relaxing her body against his. She remembers, I thought. All those months of walking around like this, arm in arm, around this very same college. What the hell had I started?
I couldn’t believe she’d kissed him. I couldn’t believe that I’d set this whole thing in motion with my stupid plan. And most of all, I couldn’t believe my own reaction to seeing Brad kiss her. I’d actually gotten hard from it. I pushed that thought away. It’s nothing. Just a moment of craziness.
Just as he’d said, Brad had keys to the lecture theater. He wiped his hand across the bank of light switches, sending them all flickering on.
“Don’t!” I said. “Someone’ll see!” I quickly turned the lights back out. We were creeping around the campus after it was supposed to be locked up for the night. I was scared we were going to get caught and get into trouble.
“So?” asked Brad. “My company’s here every night. I’m allowed to be here. I’ll say I’m making an inspection. Chill out!” And I felt immediately chastened and stupid. Just like all the times the cool kids at college had scored beer underage, or smoked weed, and I’d held back. Louis, the scaredy-cat. Even now, as an adult, I was nervous and worried about getting my wrists slapped.
Brad left the lights out, though. There was enough moonlight coming through the windows that we could easily navigate the steeply tiered rows of seats and Brad led Kim right to the top. “This is where we used to sit,” he told me, sitting down with Kim next to him. “Right at the back, so the professor couldn’t see.” He turned to Kim. “You remember?”
My wife nodded and, for the first time, she giggled. Just a tiny giggle under her breath, but it showed that she was relaxing. I looked uneasily between the two of them.
“I guess you never sat at the back,” Brad told me. “I guess you sat at the front. With your hand in the air going Ooh, ooh, me, me!”
I flushed and sat down next to Brad. I knew I should be answering with taunts of my own, maybe snapping that if he’d paid a little more attention in college, he wouldn’t have wound up running a damn cleaning company. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t about having more brains than him, or earning more money than him, any more than it had been about getting better grades than him back when we were in college. He was him--Brad Dorff, super stud, and I was just...me. I couldn’t stand up to him.
At first, I thought that maybe I’d reverted to my college persona. Back home, I’d been confident and full of plans of how I’d teach Brad a lesson. Maybe just being back at college had made me snap back to my old role as a victim.
But as Brad sat there beside my wife, squeezing her waist, I realized it was more than that. The same thing was happening now as had happened back in college. Brad was different to me. Not just bigger in size but bigger in personality. Dominant. A full-on alpha male. I’d forgotten how that felt, in the years since we all graduated, but now it was all coming back. And it felt like it was almost part of my personality, as if the two of us fitted together like opposing puzzle pieces. He had to have the power and I had to have none. It was just the way it was.
“Sometimes,” said Brad, “when we were together--you knew we were together, right, Louis?--I’d even sneak Kim up onto my knee.”
Kim punched his arm playfully. I knew what was coming next.
“Shall I show you?” asked Brad.
“No,” I said weakly.
“I’m not going to do anything,” said Brad. “I mean, Christ, Louis, I’m not going to feel her up or anything.” As he said the last part, he turned and smirked at my wife, and she gave a sharp little intake of breath, but then sort of melted under his gaze again. “Lighten up,” he told me. And, before I could stop him, he put his hands on her waist and lifted her easily onto his lap.
There’d been no point in even replying to him, when he asked me--he would have gone ahead no matter what I said. The question had just been there to trip me up, to embarrass me. He’d give me a chance to say no and then mock me for it. You don’t mind if I tear some pieces from your math textbook to make a filter for a joint? You don’t mind if I cut in this line ahead of you and push you to the back? You don’t mind if I copy from you on this test? Chill out, Louis. It’s no big deal. And every time, I’d protested and every time, he’d ignored it. I should have learned, by now.
He settled Kim in his lap, her back pressing against his chest. In the moonlight, I could see how the slit that ran up the side of her dress was showing off a long slice of gleaming thigh. “I’d kind of lean over her, like this,” he said, demonstrating, his arms wrapping around her and miming writing. “And she’d
just be giggling and squirming in my lap. Made it real difficult to concentrate.”
I could see Kim’s eyes shining with excitement in the darkness, her pupils huge. Her breathing was faster, again and...was she nestling her ass back against him? She still had that conflicted look, but she also looked even more helpless. I’d been right. She was hooked.
“Sometimes,” said Brad in a conspiratorial whisper, “when it was a really dull lecture, and it was summer, and Kim was in one of her little skirts--you know the ones, Louis? The really short ones?--do you know what we used to do?”
“Shh!” said Kim. “Don’t--”
“Sometimes, we’d--”
“Shh!” hissed Kim urgently. I was pretty sure she was blushing, in the darkness, but she gave a little giggle, too.
“Sometimes, I’d work a hand up under her skirt--down here, under the desk, where no one could see. Like this.”
He ducked his hand down under the desk. Into the darkness, where I couldn’t see what he was doing.
I heard Kim’s intake of breath.
“I’m not gonna do anything,” said Brad. “I’m just messin’ around.” But then he brought his hand up higher and Kim caught her breath again. But she didn’t tell him to stop. She just squirmed.
I went tense in my seat. I couldn’t see anything! With the lights off, the area under the desk was just deep black shadow. Was he actually doing something to her, or was he just teasing me to make me think he was?!
“See, Kim used to wear these cute little panties, the whole time we were dating. I don’t mean like lingerie, like Victoria’s Secret or shit like that. I mean cute little white ones, all plain and simple. Tight enough that you could see the shape of her pussy through them. Used to drive me crazy. Does she still wear those, Louis? Is she wearing them tonight?”
I was speechless with rage...and, suddenly, lust.
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