by Lexi Archer
Angela shook her head in sympathy, but it was difficult for me to focus on that sympathy because she chose that moment to slide down my body in a very distracting way that pulled me out of the immediate concerns of the moment and into a world of forbidden pleasure where I was just moments away from fucking the brains out of my girlfriend’s roommate.
“Well she’s certainly not sticking to that script tonight,” she muttered.
I stopped. “What are you talking about? Is that the distraction you were talking about?”
Angela bit her lip. She looked away and I could see a blush coming to her cheeks. She looked almost like she was ashamed, as crazy as that seemed. I decided to take a chance though. I decided to try something and see if it would work while also answering one hell of an outstanding question that I was thinking.
I reached out and brushed her cheek with my fingers. I also pulled her back so she was facing me. So we were looking directly into each other’s eyes. I felt an electric shock running through me as we made eye contact that was even more intense than what I felt from her pussy grinding against me. Interesting. Very interesting.
“She said she was going to have some fun tonight, and if she was going to have fun then she wanted to make sure you had the same fun she was having. She seemed to think I’d come running over here at the opportunity,” she said, and then she muttered the next part. “She was right about that part, at least.”
“Why would she be right about that part? I thought you hated me!”
Angela blinked. “Why on earth would you think that?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. It was just such a ridiculous question. “Oh I don’t know. The way you were always refusing to leave the room letting Reese and I have some time to ourselves? The way you never said anything to me and always seemed to be staring at me like you hated me? The way you refused to even let me into the room unless I mentioned that Reese would be pissed off?”
Angela let out a laugh of her own and shook her head. “You really are dense, aren’t you?”
“Well it seems my girlfriend is out cheating on me again which is kinda hot, but not really what I’m interested in, and on top of that there’s something going on with you that I’ve apparently completely missed, so I guess I am dense.”
“I always stayed in the room over the weekend because I couldn’t stand the idea of the two of you getting it on in my room when I wanted to be the one who was doing that. I wasn’t staring at you because I hated you. I was staring at you because I thought you were so hot and I hated that Reese had you when she was cheating on you. I didn’t want to let you in the room because being near you knowing you were with Reese was fucking torture.”
I blinked. Well now that was a hell of a mouthful. It made sense, but it was insane. No more insane than anything else that had happened in the past two weeks, but still.
I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t help it. I moved my hand around to her head and pulled her against me. Our lips pressed together and then we were making out in earnest. We were grinding against one another and my hands were running up and down her body as she was doing some exploring of her own. I melted into her and it was so fucking hot. I didn’t think I could get that hot with a girl other than Reese, but damn was this fucking hot.
Except there was one thing that was sticking in the back of my mind. Something that was keeping me from enjoying this moment as much as I might’ve otherwise. Something that was bothering me about what she just said. Reluctantly, I pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” Angela asked.
“You said she’s been doing this for a few months?” I asked.
“Well yeah…”
“Not just the past couple of weeks?”
“You didn’t know?”
“And she’s going to be having more of that fun tonight?”
“Well I thought so. At least she was hinting pretty strongly that she wanted me to distract you as well as be an apology.”
“That pisses me off,” I said. “She’s been lying to me this entire time!”
Angela sighed and rolled off, but she was still smiling. “So what are you going to do about it?”
I thought about that. This was pretty fucking hot here in my room having the kind of fun I thought I’d be having with Reese, but that obsession was starting to take hold again. I’d like to say that I wanted to go out and look for Reese because I wanted to catch her in the act and confront her on her bullshit, but that wasn’t the main reason. No, I needed to see her with another man. I needed to see it to completion even if it didn’t seem like she was going to be my girlfriend for very much longer.
“How would you feel about going for a little walk?” I asked.
Angela grinned. “I think that sounds like a good time.”
14
Spy Games
It’s funny how quickly things could change. A couple of weeks ago I didn’t have this obsession taking control of my imagination and making me do things that I never would’ve considered before. A couple of weeks ago I thought I was in a happy relationship with my girlfriend, and the idea that she was stepping out on me would’ve been enough to send me flying into a rage or breaking down in tears rather than making my cock harder than it’d ever been before in my life.
Earlier in the week I thought I’d come to an understanding about this fantasy with Reese. I thought we’d laid down some ground rules that would allow us to explore this fantasy and also maintain the primacy of our relationship, but after what Angela told me it seemed that Reese was going to go ahead and use this as an excuse to do whatever the hell she wanted and fuck what I thought or any ground rules that might preserve our relationship.
And then there was Angela and all the crazy shit going on there. A couple of days ago I thought Angela hated me. I thought the reason she was always scowling at me and trying to keep me from getting into their room was because she’d rather spit at me than look at me. She never wanted me in the room and yet we’d just spent a good chunk of the night making out and grinding against each other.
I definitely didn’t think I’d be going out and actually spying on Reese and finding something. Hell, ever since we left the dorm I found myself wondering how Reese had found the time to step out on me considering that I’d made this walk out to the pizza shop on a couple of occasions and she was always there. I suppose I might never know the answer to that question though. Some mysteries were never solved.
I did know that it felt good walking next to Angela. I was holding her hand which felt like it was a bit of a betrayal, but I was pretty damn close to being over feelings that I was the one betraying Reese.
Still, there was a part of me that was reluctant to completely give up on Reese. Not yet, at least. I worried that it might turn out I was wrong or that Angela was lying or something. There were so many scenarios running through my head where Reese would be redeemed, but there was also a pretty loud voice screaming in the back of my head that none of those scenarios were going to turn out to be true.
Damn it.
I just couldn’t believe that she would actually do this to me. I couldn’t believe after we had a conversation where I basically gave her permission to do what she wanted with a guy, as long as I got to watch of course, that she would turn around and break that one very important rule. It was so out of character for her, for everything that I thought our relationship was.
Then again I guess I didn’t really know what our relationship was. Here I thought she’d been faithful to me up until at least the last couple of weeks and now Angela was telling me that wasn’t the case. Not entirely, at least.
Damn it. I didn’t know what to think. There was what I knew of my girlfriend up against what Angela was saying which made a hell of a lot of sense given things I’d learned about Reese recently.
“So do you do this often?” Angela asked. She sounded a little too casual, and I wondered why she’d get that idea. Then I realized that I’d been walking with my head down, deep in thought, and yet I hadn’t mis
sed a turn. As though this was a well worn path I’d traveled down on more than one occasion. Which was the truth.
I muttered something that was noncommittal until we rounded the corner to party central on campus. Well, technically it was party central slightly off campus. The university wouldn’t condone the sort of behavior that went on down here actually happening on university property. As long as it was off campus, though, it was a problem for local PD.
It was pretty packed tonight. The weather was pretty warm given the time of year, and there were probably a lot of people who were trying to make the most of the warm weather before it got too cold to go out in party clothes comfortably. Not that it ever stopped people from going out wearing practically nothing, particularly the girls, but when it got cold the streets were usually deserted because everyone was inside.
The crowds included a pretty good-sized line that was running out from the pizza place. I started to wonder if the real reason why she hadn’t called me so far was simply that the pizza place was packed and this was one of those nights when she couldn’t get away. There was only one way to tell for sure.
“We’re going to walk past the pizza place all casual like on the other side of the street. You keep your head down and just glance in there to see if she’s there. She always works the front, so if you don’t see her at the desk that means something’s up,” I said.
“Damn. You really have this down to a science. Creep on your girlfriend often?”
She sounded like she was more amused than anything else, but it didn’t help my mood that she was just reminding me how ridiculous this was. I was mad that I was doing it in the first place. I was pissed off that it got to the point that I had to check up on my girlfriend and make sure she wasn’t out cheating on me somewhere.
I glanced up and into the window of the pizza place. It was just that girl. I couldn’t see a sign of Reese, so I immediately turned and walked across the street. There was no worry about a car running into us on this street, it was already so packed with people, so I didn’t even look. Angela turned to follow and in a moment we were walking down the alley.
“This is a little creepy,” Angela said. “Like in the creepy sense of the word. Not the stalkery sort of creepy.”
“Right, but the last time I saw her she was back behind the pizza place with that Aiden guy. I figure if something’s going down they might be back there.”
It was a big if. They could be back there, or they could be off on the secluded parking area they went to whenever they were having fun. It could be anywhere on campus. For that matter they could be back at his apartment, wherever the hell it was, doing God knows what and there wasn’t any chance I’d be able to figure out where he lived. Not that it would do any good even if I did know where he lived. Maybe he was up on the tenth floor of some dorm or the third floor of some apartment complex or something.
I took a deep breath as I stopped and peered around the corner. I wasn’t sure which I wanted to see: Reese with another man or no Reese back there. The one would at least be a confirmation of my fears. The other would mean there was still a possibility nothing was happening, but it could also mean that my fears were just happening somewhere else. Somewhere I couldn’t see them happening.
I peered around the edge. I let out a frustrated sigh. Why would I think they would be out there? What would give me the idea that the universe and the crazy forces that had been driving it for the past couple of weeks would actually smile down on me and put my girlfriend right where I needed her to be right at the moment she was cheating on me? That was the sort of coincidence that only happened in cheesy books or pornos, and this was real life.
“What’s wrong?” Angela asked.
“They’re not back there,” I said.
I felt her hand snake around my arm and then it was running up and down the length of my arm right before she started moving down to press her hand against my cock. That was a move that definitely got my full and undivided attention. I squeezed my eyes shut and very nearly fell forward. It was a good thing that brick wall was right there to keep me from doing anything too terribly awkward. I managed to catch myself at the last moment and hold onto that one small bit of reality while she continued stroking up and down the length of my shaft.
Damn that was distracting. I almost forgot about Reese. About Aiden. About the whole damn reason I came out here in the first place.
“Are you sure you need to see her?” Angela asked. “You know what she’s doing right now. You know she’s with him. Do you really need proof of what she’s doing?”
Okay, so apparently Angela was thinking along the same lines that I was. Great minds think alike and all that. Only there was still that burning obsession deep inside me. I couldn’t tell whether it was an obsession with seeing Reese with another man, or more an obsession to catch her with another man so I could finally prove to myself once and for all that a relationship with Reese wasn’t a relationship where I’d be able to safely explore this fantasy.
Whichever obsession was calling the shots, I knew one thing for certain. There wasn’t a chance I was going to give up so easily. Not when I was so close to the goal. Not when I was so close to actually seeing her get it on with another guy. Not when I was so close to proving she was stepping out on me with more than Angela’s word to go on.
I just had to think, and I wasn’t going to be able to think with the way Angela’s hand was rubbing up and down my cock. I wasn’t going to be able to think with the way her other hand was running along my chest massaging and squeezing. It definitely wasn’t helping my concentration feeling her breasts pressing against my back, her nipples hard points pressing against me.
Reluctantly, oh so fucking reluctantly, I reached out and pulled her hand away from my cock. Then I moved up and pulled her other hand away from my chest where it was starting to make a run down my stomach towards the spot her other hand had so recently vacated. Finally I turned around and gently put my hands on her arms. Pushed her a foot away from me where the only thing I had to worry about was how fucking sexy she looked in that outfit and not how fucking incredible her body felt pressed up against mine.
“I’m sorry Angela, but I need to think for a moment,” I said.
“God, are you still obsessed with finding her? What’s it going to take for you to realize she’s cheating on you? Seeing her in the process of getting it on with another guy?”
Angela should’ve known by now that was exactly what I needed. I needed to see Reese with another man on top of her. There was a good chance our relationship might be ending soon, but I still thought of her as mine. That possessive jealousy was still as strong as it had ever been even if we were on the rocks. The idea of poking at that obsessive jealousy by seeing her in the arms of another man still turned me on. Still made my cock oh so deliciously hard.
“Maybe I do Angela,” I said. “There’s a chance my relationship is crashing down around me, but there’s also still a chance this is all a misunderstanding or something.”
Angela crossed her hands under her tits and fixed me with a look that made it clear exactly what she thought of that idea. It also occurred to me that it might not be a good idea to be so eager to sound like I wanted to patch things up with my old girlfriend when the girl who was looking to be the likely replacement was standing right in front of me basically begging me to take her to bed and all I could think about was finding Reese.
I suppose it said something for the strength of this new obsession to see her in the arms of another man that I was still pursuing it with such a single minded stubbornness well after it should’ve been blindingly obvious where things were going.
No, instead I was thinking. I was trying to use deductive reasoning. If I just thought through this logic puzzle then I could figure it out.
“What time did Reese get home last weekend?” I asked. Something was coming together in my mind, but I didn’t know if it was actually a notion that might crack the case or if it was just my mind flail
ing for anything and indulging in a little overactive wishful thinking.
“Around eleven, I guess. Why?”
Reese always talked about driving off to an abandoned parking lot on the edge of campus. I’d always assumed it was a lot on one of the far ends of the school. Far from the dorms and far from her place of work, but that didn’t really fit the time line she’d provided. There was no way she could’ve had her fun behind the alley with Aiden last weekend, go off to an abandoned parking lot, and then be back at the dorm a half hour later.
Given what she’d described to me that was a hell of a lot of fun to try to squeeze into a half hour. Driving across campus which could take a good ten to fifteen minutes even if the roads were deserted. Settling down to have their naughty fun. Driving back to the dorms which, even though it might not take as long as driving across campus from the pizza joint, would still eat up a lot of their time.
Now if they were going to a secluded parking lot that was near the pizza place and also within walking distance of Reese’s dorm… Well that fit the time line a hell of a lot better. That also meant that they had to be around here somewhere. Somewhere on campus.
Like one of the parking lots that was down the street and well within walking distance, but far enough away that most people who were going out to party didn’t bother with it. Not to mention the university paid towing companies to go out to that lot in the middle of the night, so anyone who left their car there into the wee hours of the morning was risking an expensive tow bill from some of the nastiest predatory tow companies ever to hit the roads.
I started walking, and after a moment I heard Angela curse and then she was following me.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I think I know where they are, and I still have some unanswered questions,” I said.
“Are you crazy? They could be anywhere!” Angela’s hand reached out and she was trying to stop me. Not by pulling on my arm so much as she was running her hand up and down in a seductive way again, trying her best to pull my attention away from the mission at hand.