by Amy Brent
“Yo, Rodney! What’s up?” I shouted back, nodding to him. “You going to be the horse’s ass or the head this year?” I asked him as Ross headed inside.
“Nah, the head,” he replied, pointing at the painted streaker “Logan, the poor bastard got the ass this year.” He laughed as the streaker wiggled his ass cheekily at the taunting Fraternity. “Here, give him a good shot for me.” He said handing me a purple balloon. I lobbed it hard at Logan’s ass, it exploded, spraying paint all across his cheeks and back, and splattering the green grass with purple at his feet.
“Bullseye!” I cheered. “Sorry Logan, Rodney made me do it!” I said with a giggle as I raced away, I felt the water balloon hit the grass behind me and was lucky that I only got a single spot of hot pink on my jeans. I flipped Rodney the bird with a grin as I ran towards my dorm, dribbling the ball expertly as I ran to my single room in the dorm that I shared with about a hundred other chicks at the college.
That night, once again I dreamed of Ross.
I lay in my bed in my dorm, the door opened and he stood there, gloriously nude. Yes, I knew what his package looked like, I’d ‘accidentally’ walked in on him in the shower once or twice at the Frat house… and he was well built. Everywhere. Truly an Adonis in the making, except he isn’t Greek. He stood there, waiting for me. My dorm was strangely spotless, so this was definitely a dream. I rose from my bed, a long silken nightgown flowing from my lithe body (yep, as I said, a dream, I usually sleep in shorts and a tank top) His beautiful cock was hard for me already, I could feel his lust-filled gaze on my body as he approached me.
Strong hands took my face as his lush lips crashed savagely against mine. His tongue slipping between my parted lips to delve and play freely in my mouth. Slipping and sliding against my tongue he tasted me. My pussy clenched as his hands slipped from my face and roamed my body. Caressing my curves, teasing my nipples with fingers and thumb. I opened my mouth and moan as his mouth latched hard onto a nipple and he sucked hard like a man starved of a tit. His fingers slip between my legs to find my pussy wet with anticipation for entry of another digit… the one that is standing erect between his legs.
Ross fingered me, softly teasing my folds before he slipped in one, two, and then three fingers. I rode him hard, spreading my legs for him, as he shifted his hand and replaced his fingers with the hard, hot head of his cock at my entrance. He entered me in one swift, hard thrust. I knew I wasn’t his first, nor was he mine. That did not matter matter as I had him now and I would never ever let him go. He moved swiftly inside me, bringing us both so sweet release as his thrusts increased in pace and passion, my body heaved against his, shuddering in ecstasy as he finished inside me.
In this dream, I was all woman, not a tomboy, but Ross’s woman.
Ross
Damn, she is gorgeous. Long blonde hair, legs that go on for ages and what a sexy pair of tits. Yes, I’m a legs and tits man. I just can’t help it. She’s the one for me, I know it. The party is in full swing, and I’ve been seeing her for coffees after our business studies classes, she’s only been coming to the college for a few weeks since moving here from interstate and barely knows anyone.
And today, I even notice her full, rounded ass – Oh Holy Mother…the woman is killing me!
I finally got the nerve to invite her to a Frat party. The guys have all met her and given the thumbs up, I just have to get her to pass the Best Friend test. Hopefully Susan will like Becky. I don’t see why she shouldn’t. Susan gets on great with everyone.
Becky made a move that I just can’t ignore. Her hand on my dick makes me instantly hard and she winks at me. Damn girl. I know it’s on. Time to leave the house of the damned and slip on up to my room. I nod to Hank, who is, like all Texans, dressed as a Cowboy, not one of the Dallas Cowboys football team players, but a damn real cowboy, complete with two toy six-shooters, Stetson hat, plaid shirt and jeans with belt and shiny oval buckle, chaps and neckerchief. Of course the joker completes the look with a hobby horse that neighs and makes ‘clippity-clop’ sounds when you press its’ ear. Son of a bitch will win the contest for sure.
My ‘naughty nurse’, however, is tugging at my stethoscope. Our first Halloween party together and we come dressed as doctor and nurse, what a pair. We head on up to my room, where, as soon as my door swings to close, she tugs off my white lab coat and pulls the scrubs from my body. Oh holy fuck am I hard.
Her pert tits strain against the tight material of the costume that she undoubtedly got from a sex shop. I lean down and run my tongue across the tops, savouring the taste of her body on my tongue. Oh god how I want this woman. My bro between my legs is in total agreement.
I kiss her deeply, her mouth and tongue join with mine. I know that right now, this moment, our first time together certainly won’t be our last. I have a feeling that I’m going to marry this woman. I move her back towards my desk and turn her around. “Bend over Nurse, I need to do an internal inspection…” I say to Becky with a soft growl.
“Yes Doctor Ross.” She giggles. She bends over and the oh-so-short hem of her skirt which barely covers her ass when she’s upright, makes the final ascent to the heavens, baring her ass which is well… bare apart from the spaghetti-thin G-string that she is wearing. Staying in character, I tut-tut her. “Now Nurse Becky, what have I told you about wearing panties around me?” I ask, playfully, my hand rubs her ass, feeling her shiver beneath my palm, oh yes… she is just the right size for ass-to-hand ratio.
“Uh… I am not to wear any panties when Dr Ross needs to examine me?” she said, with a cheeky wriggle. I spank her sweet ass for the impertinence, then lean down to run my tongue over the curve.
“Mmm… Nurse Becky, I will have to give you this exam now or there might be a wasted injection.” I say, I lean over to the desk drawer and scrounge around for a condom packet that I know is in there. Thankfully I find it, rip that sucker open and roll it on my ranging boner. I tease her folds with the latex covered head of my dick before I press hard and slip inside with a grunt and a moan of sheer pleasure.
I begin to thrust hard inside her, Becky is moaning sweetly, and I know she’s not faking it, I can feel her tighten around me and god damned if it doesn’t feel fucking fantastic. I moan loudly, not giving a shit if anyone hears, besides, they are all down at the party and having a fucking awesome time, just like we are. I pump my cock hard into Becky in time to the beat of the bass of the music from downstairs. I close my eyes as I groan out my climax as Becky screams out hers. Yes, oh fuck yes, this chick is mine.
Susan
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
I totally did NOT just walk in on Ross with some blonde bitch bent over his desk, ass in the air with him fucking the living daylights out of her… I blink a few times, stunned as I walk away from his room. My Playboy Bunny costume was meant for him to enjoy, now I got drunk frat boy bastards pinching my ass and trying to grab my tail and ears. I feel someone finally grab the damned cottontail off my ass. I turn and growl out a warning, anyone who was sober to hear stops, steps back and away from the insanely pissed-off bunny. The asshole who stole is laughed like an idiot child.
My fist stopped his laughter, and gave the fucker a solid black eye to go with his ‘Alex” from A Clockwork Orange outfit. I grabbed my tail back off him while he cried like a fucking baby. Everyone parted like I was Moses and the red sea. They knew not to get between a mad bunny and her exit.
Things got worse from the next few months. My grades started to suffer along with my heart. Ross was spending more and more time with his ‘Becky’. I was almost sick to my stomach when I saw them together. Yes, the green eyed monster was in full force when she was around with him. By the time I heard that he had popped the question, I knew for sure that I was in love with Ross.
I couldn’t stay here at this college any longer and watch Becky take my happily ever after. I packed my shit and headed out to another college, clear across the country. Away from Ross, away from Becky, just taking my possessi
ons and my broken heart along with me. I spent many a night crying like a little girl nursing my broken heart like it was a bottle of whiskey.
Over the next few months, a succession of boyfriends followed, well, more like first, second and third dates that ended in the bedroom, a quick unsatisfying fuck and bye-bye boys. Deep in my heart, I knew that only Ross would be the one to satisfy me. I felt insulted when he sent me a wedding invitation, sure, break my heart more, I sent my RSVP saying that I would be unable to attend due to something I had planned previously. I ended up spending the night playing Battlefield with my online ‘friends’ idiot kids who kept telling me that they did something nasty to my mom. Good thing they didn’t know my mom, she’d kick their pansy asses six ways to Sunday.
I sighed, logged off from Battlefield and checked my Facebook account. Pictures of Ross and Becky’s wedding were uploaded already, yay for social media. They looked so damned happy. Becky, I have to admit looked absolutely stunning in her dress. Simple, elegant style, not one of those mermaid style dresses, but a sleek design that hugged her curves. I wished them well, yes, I know, I was giving up on the one man I wanted in my life, the one I knew I could rely on, my best friend.
I wondered if he knew if I was hurt? How I felt betrayed by him, and that skank Becky!
Okay, I can’t really call her a skank, I didn’t know her that well, and despite Ross’ attempts for us to ‘bond’, I just didn’t try. I didn’t want to, I wanted to be a selfish bitch and have Ross to myself.
It was time for me to let go. I unfollowed his profile, but didn’t unfriend him, I wasn’t ready for that step yet.
Ross
Susan should have been here for my wedding. If she was a dude I would have totally made her my best man, she was after all my best friend.
Becky looked stunning, and was so damned horny that I gave her a quick servicing in the janitors closet at the reception center. Her legs wrapping around me as I thrust energetically inside her sweet, tight pussy. Oh god I was in Heaven with that beautiful woman. Thankfully, College had finished, we had both graduated with Honors and our wedding had gone off without a hitch. Susan missed both events much to my disappointment, but when her family needs her, she is always there. I would make sure that I would be at her graduation next year to cheer her on.
We ran to the car with everyone throwing confetti, or blowing bubbles at us. Becky quickly unzipped my fly and dove her warm, wet mouth onto my cock. Thank fuck we were away from everyone, and the car had a divider from the back seat to the front, kind of like a mini-style limo. I lay my head back and groaned out my pleasure as Becky’s sweet lips caressed the head of my cock. I caressed the golden tresses of her hair, gently undulating my hips upwards in time with her suckling of my cock. Oh God, she was a talented woman, and she was all mine. My body craved hers like it needed food, beer and basketball.
That was one thing where Becky came up short. She absolutely hated basketball, every time I started to talk about it, she would huff and walk out of the room to avoid an argument, of course when we did argue, the makeup sex was out of this world. I watched as her head bobbed up and down. I whispered words of encouragement to her, urging her to suck a little bit harder, use more tongue here or there, and then I finally tensed as I felt the glorious heat of my climax hitting the back of her throat, rumbling out a heavy sigh as my bride lifted herself up from my still hard cock and casually wiped her mouth with the tips of her fingers.
She was perfect. She was my Becky.
Almost a year after our marriage, I got the heartbreaking news.
Becky, my beautiful wife, had gone out shopping. A drunk driver had sped through a traffic signal and struck her car, killing her instantly. The police came and asked me to identify my wife in the morgue. Her beautiful body lay there, nude under a clinical blue sheet. I screamed her name, hoping she would wake up. There was still glass in her golden hair. I reached out and so gently began to pull it from her hair, cutting my own fingers in the process. Two morgue attendants and a police officer had to drag me away, kicking and screaming her name. I was totally numb from head to toe.
A doctor came in and had to sedate me, I woke up the next morning to see the faces of my parents, and Becky’s parents looking down at me with sorrow and pity in their eyes. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted it to be me lying in that morgue. Why hadn’t I insisted that I go and get the damned milk? Becky always had milk in her coffee and we had run out that night.
It should have been me.
My Mom said something about calling someone, letting them know what had happened. I rolled over in the hospital bed and just let them do whatever the fuck they wanted to. I was too damned numb from feeling.
I saw faces at the Funeral, felt hands shaking mine, lips touching my cheek in greeting and sympathy. I didn’t want anything to do with anyone. But there was one face I saw, one I recognized. She came up to my side and placed an arm around me. She held me tight while I cried like a baby against her shoulder.
Susan, my best buddy was there to comfort me in my time of need. I never asked her why she hadn’t come to the wedding, or my graduation. I had missed her. She said something about staying in a hotel to my mother. I barely heard what was said, my brain had gone into ‘I-really-don’t-give-a-fuck-anymore’ mode. All I knew was that my wife was in a hole in the ground, and that I need a good stiff drink.
Susan
The funeral was a sad affair, as these things usually are. I cried for Becky, her life had been a lovely one. She was charitable, loving and kind to her friends, family and community. I felt guilty that I was jealous of her life with Ross. My eyes flicked over to him, he looked a man broken, utterly and completely. His face was ashen, and his features gaunt, as if he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. It was probably the truth.
I had missed him, and a deep, dark part of my heart rejoiced that he was now ‘available’.
I hated myself for that thought. I moved to his side after everyone else had said their condolences to the young widower. My arm went around him and for the first time since I saw him again, he seemed to notice anyone. Me. He noticed me.
“Susan…” he choked out as his tears fell and his tall, muscular frame shook with the heavy sobs. I wrapped my arms around him and let him cry. I was his best friend and I had acted like a total bitch.
I held him for what seemed like hours until his mother gently pulled him away from me. It had been her who had called me to tell me what had happened, it seemed like she wanted me to know that her son was hurt and needed someone who knew him well to help him get through this terrible time. I didn’t know what else to do, so I booked the cheapest flight I could find and flew back home to Ross.
I watched as everyone milled about in little groups at Becky’s wake. Some of the attendees offering more words of comfort as they passed by Ross, who downed drink after drink until he was not even able to stand straight. He was given a chair which he slumped into. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I went to his side, kissed his cheek and told him I had to go. I slipped a card from my motel into his jacket pocket with my phone number on the back in case he needed to talk, and then I called a cab and got the hell out of there, nursing another case of broken heart, this time in sympathy for the man I still loved.
It was almost midnight when I heard a banging on the door of my motel room. I got up out of bed, clad in my shorts and singlet and headed to the door of the cheap and nasty hotel I had gotten for the single night I was going to be here for Becky’s funeral. I opened the door to find a very drunk Ross standing there, wavering as his taxi left the hotel’s car park.
“Ross…” I said, surprised at him even coming to the hotel. “How did you know what room I was in?”
“Ashked da night mamager…” he slurred at me. “Cann I come in? Shooshan?” he asked. I smiled, opening the door for him to come in. “Come on, you shouldn’t’ be alone tonight.” I said as I led him to the double bed and settled him in where my body heat still warmed the be
d. I tucked him in and settled myself down on the uncomfortable looking couch.
“Shooshan… Come into bed wif me…” Ross said with a terrible slur. His breath could kill the immortal undead, but I nodded and got into the opposite side. He snuggled close against me and soon had his hands over my body. He was drunk, and his hands fumbled more than caressed my breasts, then down to my pussy, I didn’t want to take advantage of him in the state he was in, but oh god I wanted this man.
I chose the chivalrous route. “Ross, sweetheart, you need to sleep off the drink, I’ll lie here with you but no funny business okay? It’s not right, you just buried your wife today, just close your eyes, and sleep. I’ll be here.” Ross’s hands stilled, but he held me close. Noisily breathing in the scent of my hair.
“You’re my best friend, Susan, I love you.” He mumbled sleepily. I looked down at him with tears rimming the lower lids of my eyes.
“I love you too, Ross, I wish you truly knew just how much.” I leaned down and kissed his temple, before I too drifted off to sleep.
Ross
My life had gone from absolutely wonderful one moment, then absolute fucking train wreck the next. My Becky was gone, my job prospects were in the gutter and now, I was living in a two bedroom apartment with a collection of almost a thousand beer bottles. I had to wade through them to get to the filthy kitchen. I had hit the lowest of the low points, the next stop would be either the gutter, or buried beside Becky.
It had been three months since we buried her. The day after her funeral, I woke up in some cheap, dingy motel alone in bed with the housekeepers knocking on the room’s door telling me it was checkout time, and that I had to get out. There was a note from Susan, telling me that she was there if I needed her, any time of the day or night and had a new phone number on it. In my hung over state I had left it in the room, and the cleaners had tossed it out with the trash.