by Lexi Archer
“So how far would you want that to go?”
“I just don’t know,” I said with a sigh.
Reese leaned in and kissed me. “Come on babe, what’s with that tone?”
“You lied to me,” I said. There wasn’t any way to sugarcoat it. That might’ve been hot in the moment, but if this was something we were going to do, if it was going to become a thing in our relationship, then honesty was going to become pretty fucking important. Without that it was just Reese cheating on me, even if it had been hot the first time.
Still, given how hot it was I figured I could give her a pass for that first time and see how things went moving forward.
Reese sighed. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”
“I think if we’re going to do this then we need to be completely honest with each other.”
“Do this? What are you talking about?”
I locked eyes with her. Stared deep into her soul. I wanted to make sure we were absolutely on the same page if we were going to move forward with this.
“I’m very interested in you maybe doing stuff with guys if you’re interested too,” I said.
Reese flopped back on the bed beside me, though she was still right up against me. That was the thing about dorm beds. There just wasn’t much room to move around. I couldn’t wait until I got an apartment somewhere on campus where I could actually enjoy the sinful luxury of a bigger bed that had a mattress that was more than four inches thick. Even a full size bed would seem like pure decadence at this point.
“I don’t know,” she said. “When I get in the moment I start to kinda lose control. If this is something we do then you have to know that.”
Would I be okay with her losing control? I guess that would be part of the appeal of the fantasy in the first place. Her getting so worked up by another guy that she couldn’t help herself. That she’d jump on his cock without a second thought because her judgment was clouded with lust.
I suppose if we were really going to do this we’d just have to make sure and never put her in a situation where she could really and truly lose control. At least that’s the lie I told myself in the moment when the obsession well and truly had me in its grasp.
“I think I’d be okay with it,” I said.
“You can’t think you’d be okay with it,” Reese replied. “You have to know that it’s something you’d be perfectly fine with. You have to assure me now that this is something you’re going into with both eyes open because otherwise I see this causing trouble.”
“Trouble like you cheating on me with Aiden these past two weekends?”
Reese fixed me with a stare that was less than pleased, though I don’t know why she was less than pleased. After all she was the one who’d cheated on me, though even as that thought flitted through my head I realized that it wasn’t entirely fair even as it was dangerous considering what I was asking her to do. But what she’d done was cheating. There was no way around it. She didn’t technically have my permission to do any of that.
No, that permission was coming with this conversation right now. Assuming I could keep my big mouth shut and avoid accusing her long enough for it to reach the conclusion I wanted.
“You’re not going to give up on that, are you?” she asked.
“Well to be fair if it wasn’t for this fucked up fantasy we’d probably be in a shouting match right now instead of just fucking,” I said.
Reese tapped a finger against her lips and then grinned. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“I’m going to find a way to make that up to you. Promise.”
I raised an eyebrow at that. I couldn’t think of many ways that she’d be able to make that up to me, but I was willing to play along.
“What did you have in mind, exactly?”
She leaned forward and kissed me again, this time a little more insistent. “That’s for me to know and you to find out babe.”
“So are we actually going to do this?”
Reese climbed on top of me and she grinned down. At the same time her eyes went a little wide as she felt my cock pressing up in between her legs. Like I said, I was no slouch in the recovery department but this was definitely a lot faster than usual for me. It was the strength of this fantasy inspiring me to new never before achieved levels of performance.
“Oh my, you are turned on aren’t you? I think that’s a record!”
I decided to ignore how her compliment was also an insult directed at my past performance. I’d like to see any guy who didn’t have to wait just a little while after getting off. She seemed to think I should be ready to go right away like she was. The girl was insatiable, which might have something to do with how we got into this predicament in the first place.
“I think if we’re going to do this we should try to set some ground rules first.”
“Fair enough,” Reese said, though she was distracting me by rubbing her freshly fucked but still soaking wet and ready to go pussy against my cockhead. I gasped and she grinned. She knew exactly what she was doing. “So what sort of ground rules did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that if we’re going to do this we need to be completely honest with each other,” I said. “No more lying.”
“So what if I’m with a guy and caught up in the moment and I can’t get ahold of your or something? Does that mean it’s a no-go or are you going to have some sort of special permission for that sort of thing?”
I thought about that for a good long moment. I was starting to get into a frame of mind where my cock was doing the thinking more so than my rational brain again, and I knew that was a dangerous state of mind to be in when we were having an important conversation like this, but at the same time it was so hot thinking of her just seizing the moment and going along with something when it started to happen.
“I suppose that we could just have a rule where you have to tell me about whatever happened as soon as you finish and can get to your phone or something. I’m not going to be a super stickler about that or anything,” I said.
“Fair enough. Now what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Well you’re talking about fantasizing about watching another guy getting to have fun with me. What about you? Do you get to have fun with other girls?”
That was a damn good question. One that hadn’t really occurred to me up until now. I was basically giving her permission to go out and fuck any guy that she wanted to as long as she told me all about it either before or after, so did I get a chance to go out and fuck other girls? It was tempting, but at the same time I’d come to realize that the hotness of this scenario was more in knowing that she was out there having fun with another guy and less about me having any sort of fun with another woman.
Still, now that the possibility had been dropped I had to admit that it was intriguing. I’d get to enjoy her going out with other guys and also have the possibility of maybe having a little bit of fun with another girl, though I couldn’t for the life of me think who that girl might be. I’d been with Reese long enough that I felt like my game was a little rusty even if hers was still sharp as ever thanks to her recent exploits with some of her coworkers.
I also wondered if this was a trap though. If maybe she was bringing this up just to see how I felt even if she wasn’t exactly cool with the idea of me getting with another girl. That worry coupled with not really caring about getting with another girl so much as I cared about the idea of her getting with another man fueled my answer.
“Nah, I don’t think we need to think about that right now,” I said. “Why don’t we just concentrate on you having your fun and then we can revisit opening ourselves up to other stuff later on or something.”
Reese shrugged, but she had a mysterious smile on her face that had me wondering if I’d just answered that question correctly or if I’d just screwed it up. It was difficult to tell, and I
wasn’t about to ask her.
“So we’re really going to do this?” Reese asked. She started rubbing her pussy up and down the length of my cock again and my breath caught as I wrapped my hands around her waist. She was so petite that there were times I felt like I could almost wrap my hands completely around her, though of course that was ridiculous.
“We really are,” I said.
“Aiden isn’t going to believe it when I tell him.”
I thought about that for a moment. Thought about how his reactions to my girlfriend was part of the fun. Thought about how some of that fun would be ruined if he knew that we were basically using him as an oversized sex toy in our relationship.
“I think I just thought of another rule,” I said.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“If we’re going to invite Aiden in on this then I don’t want him knowing exactly what’s going on. As far as he’s concerned he’s getting a fun night with a hot girl and he’s pulling one over on me,” I said.
“Are you sure about that? He’s going to think you’re a wimp or something.”
I shrugged. At this point I was already in a place where I was asking my girlfriend to fuck another guy. After crossing that line did I really give a fuck if he thought I was a wimp while he was doing it? All I really cared about was that it was happening and that I got to watch. Beyond that nothing else mattered, including a pizza delivery guy thinking less of me. I could add that to the list of concerns in my life right above worrying about whether or not an asteroid was going to fall from the heavens and strike me down where I stood.
Yeah, it wasn’t very high on that list.
“I don’t give a fuck as long as I get to watch him with you,” I said. “Beyond that anything goes. Let him think what he’s going to think. It’s not the same watching if he knows I’m in on the fun he’s having.”
“If you say so,” Reese said.
At that point it got much harder to think about anything though, because she chose that moment to slide her pussy up along the length of my cock and then with a practiced twist of her hips she was pushing down and I was sliding up inside her again. I grunted and then I was tightening my grip and holding on for dear life as she moved down the length of my cock.
It was time to have a little more fun, and the entire time we were having our fun my mind was filled with thoughts of Reese getting with another guy. It was flooded with visions of her sliding her pussy up and down the length of another man’s cock while I did my best to try and get a good view of the action.
It occurred to me that getting a view of that action was going to be more difficult if Aiden didn’t know about what we were doing, but that was a bridge we were going to have to cross when we came to it.
For now all I cared about was Reese hovering over me. Was her pussy bearing down on my cock. Was my world being contained in that bundle of sensations that was my cock moving up inside her warm depths even as I imagined another man making that same journey with his cock.
I couldn’t wait until we had an opportunity to explore this even more!
12
Waiting Game
Once more it was a Friday night. Once more I was sitting at my computer having one hell of a difficult time concentrating on killing the random sons-of-bitches who dared enter into my digital domain and try to take me down a notch.
A lot of them were taking me down quite a few notches. It was getting to the point that I was going to have to start a new account soon because my win/loss ratio was suffering so severely. I shook my head as the screen went read and I was treated to the view of some kid with a high-pitched voice that nearly split my eardrums gloating over his victory.
Yeah, this was definitely taking a toll on my gaming career. Not that it mattered that much. Most of it was victories left over from last summer. I had a lot more time for things like video games back then seeing as how I only worked part-time and Reese was a couple of cities away instead of right down the street in another dorm on campus. It was more difficult to see her during the summer than the school year which meant more time for games and a hell of a lot more jerking off.
Come to think of it, now that I thought about summer break I found myself wondering exactly what went on when she went home. I found myself wondering if she was entirely faithful on those trips home, or if maybe she had a piece on the side who got to enjoy her treasures. Maybe an old boyfriend or a fuck buddy or someone she had fun with back when she was in high school.
I could certainly sympathize if she felt that way. I knew my right arm tended to get one hell of a workout over the summer, and not from clicking my mouse all the time in a game if you catch my drift.
I sighed and looked at the phone sitting next to my mouse on my computer desk. On the one hand I was frustrated that it was refusing to ring again. The same as I’d had to deal with over the past couple of weeks. Yet at the same time the frustration was different this time around. This time I was dealing with the frustration of wondering whether the radio silence from Reese was a result of her actually having to work late for the first time in two weeks, what an irony that would be on the week when everything was finally out in the open and we could actually seriously explore this fantasy, or if it was just another case of her taking advantage of that gaping loophole I’d given her to go and have her fun as long as she told me about it later.
I never should’ve given her a freebie like that. No, I should’ve made it clear that I wanted to watch her with Aiden the first time she went out and tried this fantasy, but I’d been so caught up in the feel of her pussy sliding down my cock that I hadn’t thought about a couple of very good rules until it was too late. Until we were already fucking and I was too consumed with lust to get anything intelligible out.
I loaded up another round and was preparing to have my ass thoroughly handed to me when there was a knock at my door. I managed to pull out of the round right before it actually got underway and stared at the door with a mixture of anticipation, trepidation, and curiosity.
Curiosity because I wondered who could possibly be on the other side of the door. Reese almost never came over to my dorm unless I was there to walk her across campus. Sure she could come over during the day if she wanted to, but the problem with that was we were usually busy with classes during the day and there was always the potential for my roommate to be home so it never came up.
Reese definitely wouldn’t be knocking on my door this late at night. Would she? That brought me to the trepidation. Wondering exactly what was waiting for me on the other side of that door. What if she’d decided to break the rules and she was standing there with Aiden or one of the other guys from her work? What if she wanted to fuck him right here in my dorm room? While it would piss me off that she was breaking the rules like that, at the same time I’d be so fucking turned on by the idea of her fucking another guy in my bed that I was pretty sure I’d go along and let her do whatever the hell she wanted to do.
I had a feeling after our weekend-spanning fuck session last weekend where we’d only left my dorm room long enough to get food from the cafeteria on the first floor that she was well aware that I’d go along with pretty much anything in the moment because I was so turned on. It worried me that she had that power over me. That this obsession had that power over me. I worried that it would cause me to take things too far. That it would let things get out of control.
Even then, there was that anticipation. There was a part of me that very much wanted it to be Reese on the other side of the door with a man she was about to fuck silly over the course of the weekend while I watched. It would’ve been breaking the rules, but I think we’ve already covered how little I gave a fuck about the rules once my dick got hard.
I walked over and threw the door open. I blinked in surprise.
“Angela?”
Angela didn’t wait for permission before coming into my room. No, she moved right past me which also allowed her to brush her body against me and don’t think I didn’t notice
that. I was dumbfounded as I turned and looked at her. I was afraid to close the door because suddenly I felt like it might not be entirely appropriate for me to be in the same room as her considering how she looked.
Which was a ridiculous thought considering what Reese had been up to lately, but there it was.
“I was hoping you would be home,” she said.
I looked her up and down and licked my lips. Damn. She’d already been looking good last weekend when she was wearing a T-shirt that showed off the figure she usually hid from the world, but that was nothing compared to what she was wearing tonight. A tank top that was so low cut that I thought I could see half of her tits. Tits that looked very fucking nice on display like that. Once more I reflected on what a goddamn shame it was that she hid them from the world so often by wearing super baggy clothes.
Down below she had on a pair of shorts with sparkly sequins on the ass that I almost thought I recognized. I told myself that the only reason I was staring so intently at her ass was so I could figure out where I’d seen those before and not because of how hypnotizing the curve of her butt looked. Once more it seemed that Angela had been holding out from the world by wearing baggy pajama pants right along with her baggy shirts. She was a goddess. She was fucking hot. Maybe the equal to Reese in hotness, and that was saying something.
As I stared and thought of Reese it hit me where I’d seen those shorts before. Reese had a pair just like it. Actually, I was pretty sure that was Reese’s pair that Angela was wearing right now. They must’ve shared clothes at some point. It was the only explanation that made any sense.
Even the tight fitting clothes that showed off a figure that most men would kill to get with weren’t the biggest surprise though. No, that was reserved for her face which looks like it was done up with makeup. I didn’t think I’d ever seen her actually put makeup on. I didn’t even know that was a skill she had, though obviously she had to learn it somewhere even if it wasn’t a skill she put to use all that often if my experiences dropping into Claire’s dorm room were any indication.