by Lexi Archer
Those were the convenient lies I told myself in the moment.
“Come on,” he said. “You have the room across from mine. That means you’ve got a shower in there. I could be in and out and your roommates would never know.”
I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous logic, and yet in my state his ridiculous logic was making sense. I knew this was a terrible idea. I knew this was the last thing I should be doing. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as though I was betraying Matt as I opened my mouth and horrified myself. But I said it anyways. The words still came out.
“Fine,” I said. “You can use my shower. But that’s it.”
Jeff smiled and gestured for me to lead him into the apartment. Which I did, feeling his eyes on my ass as I walked. Much in the same way that I imagined he must have felt my eyes on him as we were running.
It didn’t occur to me to wonder how he knew I had the room adjacent to him until we were already inside and making our way upstairs.
6: First Betrayal
One bad thing about these cheap apartments was the air-conditioning wasn’t all that great. So I was still good and sweaty when I stepped into my room. Of course the benefit of that was that Jeff was also still nice and slick and sweaty, looking absolutely fucking delicious, as he stepped into my room. I was suddenly self-conscious as I saw him looking around with a huge grin on his face. He took in every detail of my bedroom in the same way he’d taken in every detail of my body the night before. The day we first met when I was moving in.
“Nice digs,” he said.
“How did you know I was in this apartment?”
Jeff shrugged and grinned. “That was easy. I heard you last night.”
I felt fear twisting my stomach. How could he possibly know that? How could he have possibly heard? And yet there could be no doubt. No doubt as he shook his head and chuckled.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t hear you?” He walked over to the wall and rapped his knuckles on it. It made a hollow noise. “These walls are paper thin. That goes both ways!”
I looked down to hide the shame from my face. And also to hide the arousal. He’d heard me last night. That meant he was thinking about me last night while he was fucking that girl. Somehow knowing I was on his mind while he was having sex with another girl was turning me on. Although I was starting to think that everything about Jeff turned me on. I was like a woman without any control when he was around.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” I said.
“Well I did,” he said.
Jeff was moving closer. My breathing was picking up. I felt my hair standing on end all over my body. As though I had a chill even though it was really fucking hot in my room. And right along with that chill there was an impossible heat running through my body.
“Were you listening the whole time?” he asked. His body was inches from mine. It was adding to the already impossible heat. It was adding to the already impossible arousal I was feeling. Blood was pumping all through my body. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands along his body, and yet I didn’t. Not yet. I was engaged. I was a good girl. I was not going to give in to this moment, no matter how much I wanted to!
“I heard that buzzing,” he said. He leaned down so his face was so close to mine. “Were you using a vibrator in here? Were you listening to me fucking last night using that vibrator imagining you were the one in there with me?”
I felt weak in the knees with his every word. Everything that he said was so true, and it was shooting to the very core of my being. I couldn’t believe that he could read me so easily. I couldn’t believe I was getting so worked up having another man talking to me like this. I should have been kicking him out of the room, and yet he was an addiction. I was powerless to stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted him to keep right on talking.
I was so preoccupied with the thinking about what I shouldn’t be doing in the moment that I barely noticed when his hand reached out and took mine. Only it was hard not to notice. My hand suddenly felt as though it was on fire. And it was a raging fire that was threatening to overwhelm my entire body. It was a flame of arousal that burned brighter than anything I’d experienced in awhile. It was even hotter than how I’d felt with Matt lately. This felt more like when we first got together, when we were first exploring one another. Maybe it was the newness. Maybe it was that I was being so bad, that I was betraying Matt by allowing him to touch my hand like that.
Yet I did nothing to stop him. I wanted to feel that touch. I needed to feel it.
“Were you thinking about my cock sliding inside you?” he whispered.
Jeff moved my hand forward and it was rubbing up and down the front of his shorts. My hand closed around that perfect shaft. It was so hard, so big, so different from Matt’s and yet similar at the same time. Yet it wasn’t those differences that made it such a turn on. It was that I had my hand wrapped around another man’s cock at all! I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I couldn’t believe I was standing in my room with my hand on another man’s cock!
I know how I should have reacted in that moment. I should have reached up and smacked him with my free hand. I should have told him he was a son of a bitch for doing that. I should have screamed that I was engaged and made such a racket that he would’ve been embarrassed for the rest of the summer and refused to show his face in our apartment.
But I did none of that. No, instead I leaned up. I wrapped my free hand around his neck instead of smacking him. He moved down and then our lips were pressing together. My mind was screaming that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but that didn’t stop me from doing it.
It was odd. I’d spent so much time kissing Matt, he’d been my only experience for the past couple of years, and so feeling another man’s lips pressing against mine was different. New. Strange. And oh so hot.
The way he kissed was nothing like what I knew with Matt. He was more insistent. More hungry. It was as though he couldn’t wait to devour me, and I couldn’t wait to be devoured. In a moment my mouth opened to him and then our tongues were dancing together as his taste invaded my mouth.
We were standing there making out in the middle of my room. I was making out with another man, pressing my bra covered tits against his perfect chest. Feeling our sweaty bodies pressing together. I pulled back from the kiss and looked up at him in amazement. I still couldn’t believe I’d done that. He grinned down at me. I suppose there was a brief moment there, a brief hesitation where I could have put a stop to what was about to happen. But once again I didn’t. I couldn’t make any move to stop even if I wanted to. I was too turned on. I was too far gone. I was completely lost.
Jeff leaned down and started kissing me again. This time he was even more insistent. I told myself that it was just making out. That it was just a kiss. At this point it wasn’t that bad.
Only he started pressing me back towards my bed. And as he pushed me back one of his hands moved up and cupped my breast through my sports bra. God his hands felt amazing running up and down my body like that. I loved the way his fingers traced a circle around my nipple. A nipple that only Matt had explored since we got together. Even the way he felt me up was different from Matt, and it was hotter for that difference. I hadn’t even realized that I needed this exploration until I was in the moment, and now that I was in the moment I loved it!
I blinked in surprise as my legs hit the bed and before I could react we were falling back. I slammed against the covers and then he was on top of me. I was in the scene I’d imagined the night before when I was using the vibrator and listening to him fuck that girl, only now my fantasy from the night before was coming true in a major way. He was on top of me, his glistening body was over me, his broad shoulders were holding his body up as he thrust his cock against me while we continued making out.
And still I was rationalizing. Still I told myself that it wasn’t really a big deal. I wasn’t cheating, at least not yet. Okay so maybe I was cheating just a little
bit, but I justified it by telling myself that I wasn’t going as far as I wanted to. Somehow the idea that I desperately wanted to fuck this man but I was only allowing him to make out with me, only allowing him to run those amazing muscles against my tight body, only allowing him to grind his cock against my pussy, somehow made it okay. That somehow justified what we were doing.
As long as I told myself that it wasn’t as bad as it could be that made it okay.
Then his hands moved down and started pulling up on my bra. I should’ve stopped him, that was definitely going too far, but instead I moaned and wrapped my legs around him. I pressed my pussy up against his cock, met every thrust as he continued humping against me. I thought about how horrible this was, about what Matt would think about this. About how crushed he would be if he knew that his fiancée was lying back in bed grinding against some strange guy off on her internship in another state while he was back at home staying faithful.
My sports bra went all the way up and my tits bounced free. I bit my lip as I felt that bounce. He pulled away from our kiss and stared down at my chest. My bare tits that were heaving, my nipples straining out for him, begging to feel his rock hard chest brushing against them. If I thought the way he stared at me clothed was something that was nothing compared to how he stared now that I was half naked below him!
I needed to feel his body against mine in a bad way. I’d thought of nothing but this for the past week, which caused another guilty thought of Matt to run through my head for just a moment, and I needed this. I needed him. I needed to feel him against me.
I lifted my arms up and allowed him to pull my bra off completely. I was topless in front of another man. I was almost completely naked in my bed, and it felt like things were rapidly spiraling out of control. Then again, if I was perfectly honest with myself things had started spiraling out of control the moment I invited him up to take a shower in my room. Things started spiraling out of control the moment the moment I listened in on him having sex the night before. They’d started spiraling out of control when I felt him brushing against my body at the party. When I stared at him on move-in day while Matt was right there.
His eyes were wide and it was so fucking hot seeing my body causing him to react like that. Then he was moving down and attacking me. His tongue ran around my nipples, sucking on one and then the other. I loved having my tits played with and he was a master. Feeling his lips on my nipples sent electric lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in my body which just stoked the flames of arousal concentrating between my legs.
And I still told myself that it wasn’t the worst that could happen. At least we weren’t fucking. I was just letting him have some fun. I was just turned on by how turned on he got looking at my body, and it made me hot letting him enjoy my body all the while knowing he was getting so worked up, knowing this was so wrong because I was being unfaithful to Matt.
I realized the guilt at what I was doing was starting to turn to arousal. I was starting to get turned on by how bad I was being. Hell, maybe I’d been a little turned on by that the whole time. It was all overwhelming. It was all too much.
Fuck justifications. I knew what was happening. And I wanted it to happen.
I grabbed his head and pulled it up. “Fuck me.”
His eyes widened and then that cocky grin spread across his face again.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me!” I whined. I thrust my hips up against his chest.
“But aren’t you engaged?”
“He’s not here!”
“But what would your fiancé say if he knew what you were doing? If he knew you were begging another man to fuck you?”
God his dirty talk adding to the experience in a major way. For some reason listening to him telling me exactly what I was, a slut who was stepping out on her man, was sending me into sexual overdrive. It was driving me absolutely crazy. I was going to come just from grinding against his chest in a moment, but I needed more. I needed to feel him inside me.
“How many times do I have to ask you before your fuck me you asshole?”
That seemed to do the trick. In an instant he yanked off my shorts and panties in one pull. He tossed them to the ground and then he was removing his own gym shorts. I raised an eyebrow as I realized he hadn’t been wearing any boxers underneath.
Then he was on top of me once more and I felt it. Oh God I felt it!
Jeff’s cockhead pressed against my pussy. Another man’s dick was starting to split me down the middle as his cockhead parted my pussy lips. The way he felt was different from Matt. He was just pressing in. He was taking what he wanted. And I was so hot and wet that it didn’t matter. In one quick thrust he was buried inside me and I threw my head back. I took a few deep shuddering breaths as I tossed my hands out to the side, as I tossed my head back and forth sending my hair flying.
“You were so fucking hot that first day I saw you,” Jeff said.
He pulled out and thrust inside me again. My tits bounced up and down in time with his thrust. His eyes moved down and took in the sight of my tits bouncing. God! My tits were bouncing because another man was shoving his cock inside me.
I wondered what Matt was doing right now. It was still early enough that he might even still be asleep. Blissfully asleep with no idea what I was doing. And yet knowing what I was doing, knowing that I was being naughty, thinking of him back home with no idea what I was doing with another man, was such a turn on.
“You were so hot, I knew I had to have you,” he said.
Thrusting. Over and over. I let out squeaks that were quickly turning to moans as he continued dominating me. As my petite body bouncing underneath him. As he wrapped one arm around my back and pulled me up, as though I needed any excuse to arch my back, and used that as leverage to pound into me over and over. It was so odd feeling another man’s cock buried inside me. Reaching depths that only Matt had explored. Well, that only Matt had explored since we started dating near the beginning of undergrad. The sensations of getting fucked by a new man again, of feeling another cock inside me for the first time, were so hot, so strange, and so new after so long not feeling them.
“When I found out you were engaged…”
He stopped and smiled as his thrusts went from rapid fire to long slow strokes. It was so delicious feeling his cock sliding in and out of my pussy in those long slow strokes. It felt as though he was hitting every nerve ending inside my body. It felt like he had a direct connection from his cock to my clit and to every other pleasure center in my body via that connection.
“Let’s just say I love a challenge!” he said.
“Oh fuck! This is so wrong…” I whimpered.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
I threw my head back “I love it!”
His hand moved up from where it was holding onto my back and then he was gripping my hair. Holding me in his powerful grip. He pulled my head back and then he was looking down into my eyes. He continued thrusting inside me in those long slow strokes and grunting, breathing heavily. Shit. I realized he must be close. And he wasn’t even wearing a condom!
“I’m going to come,” he said.
“Fuck! You don’t have a condom…”
“I’m going to come inside you Allison,” he said. “I’m going to fill up your sweet engaged pussy.”
Panic warred with desire at his words. I made Matt use condoms even though I was on the pill. There was a part of me that was paranoid I might get knocked up if I didn’t double up on birth control. And now there was a part of me that was terrified I might get knocked up from this strange man who wasn’t my fiancé. Talk about the end of the engagement! Yet there was another part of me that was ridiculously turned on by the idea of him blowing his load inside me.
“Do you want it?”
I bit my lip, tossed my head from side to side but didn’t answer. I wanted it so bad. I was on fire. I needed it in a deep primal way that I couldn’t describe and yet there was st
ill a part of me, a part of me focused on the engagement ring that burned on my finger as another man’s cock burned where it was filling me, that was still trying to be a good girl even though I was being so bad. That part of me that was rationalizing things said that the betrayal wouldn’t be complete, it wouldn’t really be that bad, if I didn’t let him come inside me.
He pulled on my hair harder which sent a bolt of pleasure soaring through my body at light speed. The part of me that was being so bad was quickly silencing the part of me that wanted to be a good faithful fiancée.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
That was too much. The bad girl won. The good girl was gone, maybe forever. Something inside me changed as though a switch was being flipped. A switch that was being flipped by his amazing cock burying itself in me. I threw my head back and screamed.
“Come inside me! Just do it!”
That was all the encouragement he needed. There was one last stroke and then he buried himself inside me completely. His face took on an intense look of concentration, every muscle in his body seemed to tense above me and around me as I felt a wave of impossible pleasure crashing over my own body. As I felt myself completely losing control. As I grabbed one of my pillows and pulled it over my face and bit down on it so I was screaming into it rather than screaming out and alerting my roommates and all the neighbors in the apartment next door left over from the party last night that someone was getting fucked in here.
After all, I knew from experience now exactly how thin those walls were.
His cock was buried inside me. His cock twitched inside me. His cock blew load after load of his cum, filling me with his warmth. Filling my pussy with his seed in a way that even Matt didn’t get to do unless it was a special occasion. And yet he’d casually shoved his cock up inside me, taken me even though I was engaged, and I’d been so turned on that I let it happen. I was letting it happen. I was riding the wave of one of the most impossibly intense orgasms I’d ever felt just from the feeling of this almost complete stranger, this delicious sculpted god of a complete stranger, filling me with his load.