one

I was standing in the hallway between classes as Jeff approached. I remember it vividly now. I noticed him since my first day at school a year and a half ago. He wasn’t just passing by this time, instead he was making his way right towards me.

“Hey, uh, what’s up,” he said, smiling at me.

My face was so flushed it must have been obvious I was nervous.

“I’m Jeff,” he continued, shifting his weight slightly, “I’ve seen you around.”

I could tell he was nervous too, which made me feel a little more comfortable, enough to get my jaw moving finally.

“Hey… I know who you are,” I said smiling back.

Did that come off as bitchy, I thought to myself. It must have because the conversation didn’t go much further. He was so cute, but nervous, unsure of himself. Nothing like what I expected. Looking back, it was an awkward beginning to what would become my first relationship. Through friends I learned that Jeff, although very handsome, hadn’t had never had a serious relationship. It took a week of awkward hallway moments with me before he finally asked me out.

After only a week after that, I was his girlfriend, me a Sophomore and him a Senior. I suddenly felt cool, invited into new experiences with his friends, people I would never talk to. Jeff was also very kind. He always knew how to make me laugh and smile, even on a bad day. His nervousness around me wore off, and we both became comfortable being ourselves, and being intimate with each other. After a month of kissing, I could tell he wanted more. Often, we’d ended up in his truck on a deserted road, lips locked and hands all over each other. Eventually he’d try to unbutton his jeans, to free his obvious bulge, and every time I’d stop him. I almost enjoying watching his discomfort and frustration as I told him I wanted to take things slow. When I’d get home, I’d masturbate in the shower, remembering how eager Jeff was and how fun it was to tease him.

A few months passed of late nights, teasing, and letting Jeff spoil me. Then during spring break, he went out of town for vacation with his family. Honestly it was the first time we had been separated since we began. Without Jeff, I mostly stayed home, locked in my room. Near the end of the break however, a friend I rarely talked messaged me an invite me to a party. We were close our first year of high school, but that summer she moved across town and to a different school. She would likely be the only one there I knew, but even still it sounded fun. Later that night, in short shorts and a white top, I snuck out the window and down to a waiting car.

In the sea of strangers, I drank. Without Jeff to flirt with and tease I started to feel anxious. I wanted attention, and I could feel my frustration growing. By the end of the night I had caught the eye of an older guy. He was confident and funny, and looked at me with hungry eyes. His hands found their way on my body, and as I drank I forgot about Jeff, vacationing far away with his family. My mind was on his hands, grabbing my ass, wrapping carefully around my neck, exuding control, experience. Then it happened, under cover of darkness in the backyard, on my knees. I couldn’t help myself. I was eager to please him, earn his approval. I gave him my virginity on all fours in the wet grass. He fucked me without hesitation, or a condom for that matter. After that I spent the weekend with him, sneaking out to his place after that first rut. I could tell he thought I was easy, young, and dumb. I was just a piece of ass to him, a weekend slut. It was degrading, yet it gave me a rush I never had before, drawing me in, fawning to please him. Any guilt I had was extinguished by the ache in my body remembering what we’d done, how he touched me, used me. So, began my secret addiction.

two

The next time I saw Jeff, I didn’t mention the party, nor losing my virginity to a stranger. Jeff didn’t have a clue that things were different now, and I certainly couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I was still the center of his lust and affection.. That night we ended up in his truck, kissing and exploring each other. And like every night, I teased him, stopping just before things got serious. As much as I had changed, Jeff was still the same. I wasn’t his piece of ass, far from it in fact. He always stopped, letting me tease him, knowing it was torture. Watching his discomfort was a rush in itself. It was clear my body didn’t react to Jeff naturally like it had all weekend. I wondered if it ever would. In the three months before Jeff left for college, I found myself in bed with six other guys, but not Jeff. The night before he left, with my parents out of town, we ended up mostly undressed, sitting on the couch. The tv was on, but neither of us were watching, instead I was straddling him, sucking face. With just a cute pink thong on, I let him touch my bare ass for the first time, while I grinded against the bulge in his boxers. I let him kiss me, down my chest, and my stomach but never touch anything my panties covered. He ended up on his knees, kissing my inner thighs softly and rubbing my feet. His prick aching for attention, and never getting any.

Jeff went to college a virgin, deeply in love and devoted to me, thinking I was also a virgin. I saw him most weekends and video chatted almost every day. Being with him was easy, perfect even, and we were certainly in love. Yet, In the two years before I finished high school, I was also busy with other men, feeding my addiction. It was thirty-four in all. Jeff had my heart, but my body I gave away as often as I could. I was hooked on the rush, teasing Jeff for hours on video chat, touching myself but never letting him see more than a wet spot on my panties. As soon as I told him goodnight, I was sneaking out to party, or fuck, or both. I ended up in beds, snuck in through windows, or sometimes a park or wooded area, or even just a backseat in an empty lot for a quickie. I was insatiable, but also very careful and private about Jeff. I always went to parties with friends from other schools and made sure I was never caught. I never told anyone that fucked me about him. Until one night, just after I’d graduated, at a party with Tom.

three

Tom had fucked me most nights for about three weeks, even convincing me to let him fit his cock up my ass more than once. He and I met randomly in a college prep class, and after he’d flirted with me all morning, I couldn’t resist the urge to suck him off in the bathroom that afternoon and after class, I rode home with him in his dad’s Mercedes. Tom was strong and never let me get away with teasing. He controlled my body, putting his hands on me how he pleased, whenever he pleased.

That night at the party, Tom grabbed my phone, thumbing through it like it was his. It was nearly two in the morning and my drunk brain didn’t bother putting up a fight it knew Tom would win. “Who is Jeff”, he questioned, watching my reaction closely, “and why do you to talk to him for hours everyday.”

The question hung like smoke in the air. I couldn’t lie to Tom like I could to Jeff, he saw right through me. Glancing around the room, I felt embarrassed, but told him the truth. Tom only grinned in his devilish way, and gave my phone back, squeezing my ass coolly in the process. He always touched me like that, like I was his, easily, assuredly. It calmed me, soothed my anxiety admitting such a terrible secret.

“How very interesting”, he chuckled, patting my butt playfully, “I guess that makes you a slut and a cheater.”

His remark cut through me as I shifted my weight uncomfortably. At the time I couldn’t admit it, but I was ashamed, not for cheating on Jeff, but rather for being coy with Tom.

Fifty-seven minutes later, in a dark, empty bedroom upstairs, I was naked on a hardwood floor. Tom was behind me, making sure I felt every inch of him, slamming into me with all his strength. I was helpless, at his mercy as he made me explode endlessly. It felt like a daze, a dream, except for what was happening right between my legs. Tom was rougher than usual, I tried not to imagine why.

The next morning there were bruises on my hips, legs, and ass from Tom. I felt sore and ached as I stretched to grab my phone. Jeff had texted me a few times, wondering why I had slept in so late. I didn’t give a reason. Instead I sent a photo of my tits, replying good morning, being careful to hide the bruises. I knew it would get him all worked up, and within a minute I got a picture back of his dick, fully erect, though still somewhat small.

“Ew babe, you better not be touching it…” I responded, teasing. He texted me back a crying face, followed by a frown.

“You know I only want you doing that when I’m in town,” I texted, more seriously.

“That will be soon”, he replied with a winking face, “only a week until move in day.”

I didn’t know how to respond. Once Jeff and I closed the gap, it would definitely make things easier, but perhaps much harder.

Before I could reply, I got a message from Tom. It was a very detailed video of me from behind from the night before. Tom must have taken it without me realizing. He sent three other photos along with it, flashing him, sucking his cock, and the last one with his cum all over my face. The photos brought flashbacks of the party. At the time, I was too drunk and too horny to care that he took them. Seeing them now made me a little wet again, though slightly uncomfortable he had them.

“Does it make you nervous”, Jeff texted, somewhat startlingly.

“Does what make me nervous,” I replied.

“That you and I will finally be back together”.

I still didn’t know what to say. It was something I’d thought about a lot over the last month. I was nervous, mostly that it would complicate my addiction, and in turn our relationship.

“No… are you?” I lied.

“I’m not sure.”

“I think I’m excited, I love you and I know being close to you will make me happy,” I texted him, telling the truth this time.

Lying to Jeff was easy. He never doubted a thing I said, though my feelings for him weren’t a lie. I did love Jeff, and he did make me very happy. I often wished I could tell him my secret, or that I had that first night after. Since then it had only spiraled, so many other guys that weren’t Jeff, many, many nights while he was alone in college. Though I never really felt guilty, I thought about how hurt he would feel, especially since I had never let him be intimate with me. He was my soulmate, yet I never let him past second base. I just didn’t feel natural with him like it did with others. He’d never even seen me more than topless, and I could count on two hands the number of times I’d touched his prick. I always scolded him if he orgasmed, yet always teased. I don’t know how he wasn’t insane by now or cheated on me himself. Meanwhile I couldn’t count the number of times I’d slept around, nor remember all the names of the men who’d touched me, been inside of me, or seen me completely exposed. I was a total slut, just not for Jeff.

“I love you too,” He texted back, with a kissyfaced emoji to follow.

four

My last week at home flew by. I didn’t see Tom once, though I thought about him often. I instead filled my time with old friends, old fuck buddies, and my vibrator, which never got me off. Jeff and I talked every night, and before I knew it, he was picking me up in his truck and taking me to college.

The summer was hot, and I’d worn short shorts and an open back crop top. The sight of me laying back in the cab of his truck teased Jeff the whole drive. I could tell he wanted to touch me, and more, even though he knew I wouldn’t let him. I watched with a smile as he shifted anxiously, following the lines of my legs to the crotch of my shorts, or up to the peek of my cleavage under my top. Jeff was almost relieved to get some fresh air when we finally got to the school. As Jeff unloaded the car, my eyes wandered to all the other attractive guys unloading cars in the parking lot. Although the floors were separated by gender, I imagined how easy it would be to sneak around and make friends.

Letting Jeff carry most everything and walked in front of him, swaying my ass enticingly, never letting a chance to tease him pass. After several trips of bags and boxes, I left Jeff in my room working on some very complicated furniture while I went down to his truck for the drink I’d left in his cup holder. Walking through the hallways, I leered into my neighbors’ rooms, catching snapshots of each of them unboxing their lives. This place would be my home for the next year at least, these people would become my friends, my family. Everyone was excited, and the energy was palpable.

Then just before I got to the truck I saw Tom from across the lot, looking keenly at me. As he started walking towards me, my excitement was replaced by panic. Jeff was so close and could easily see us if he came downstairs or even looked out the window.

“You don’t look so happy to see me,” he said, slightly annoyed.

“I just didn’t realize this is where you were going to school,” I stammered.

“That’s probably because your mouth was doing more important things than asking questions” he laughed. He was right too. Even now, I felt the urge to do something other than talk.

“So, you’re in this building too huh?” he smiled, pulling me in for a hug and squeezing my ass firmly in the process. The way he touched me so easily and confidently made my body ache. It was like he owned me. The thought sent a shiver down my back. He was so sure of himself and his effect on me. I would have been sure too if it wasn’t for my anxiety and furtive glances over my shoulder at the glass doors.

“Why so jittery,” He questioned, picking up on the behavior, “Is your boyfriend in there, Jeff was it?”

I nodded, my eyes begging, “Tom, you absolutely can’t tell him anything,” I pleaded.

“Then we’ll have to be quick,” He said taking my arm.

Inconspicuously we made our way around the corner of the building. Tom led, and I followed without question. Around the back was woods, and a small, worn down maintenance shed. Through the door, he wasted little time, unbuttoning my shorts and yanking everything to the floor. I kicked them off before he grabbed one my legs, lifting it effortlessly and sliding his thick, hard prick into me. With a firm hand over my mouth, he fucked me like a machine through two mind numbing orgasms before pulling out and exploding on the concrete floor. When he finally released me, I fell to my knees, leg shaking and weak.

“Clean your mess off my cock,” Tom ordered. The way he spoke down to me made me tingle even more. I quickly wrapped my lips around the drooling tip, and slid my mouth down, licking and sucking as I went. Just as I’d made it to the base, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down, my face hovering an inch from the concrete floor.

“Now clean this up to, Not a drop goes to waste,” he growled at me. I was more tense this time, my mind fighting my eager body. The floor was filthy, yet I wanted more than anything to do what he said. His fingers found their way between my legs.

“Now!” he commanded, impatiently.

I closed my eyes and began licking clean the cold, dirty concrete floor. With his fingers moving between my legs I felt my brain fade and my eyes open, and just as I licked up the last bit, my body shook and came again one last time.

“Get up and dressed,” He ordered, “I’m done with you for now and you need to get back to loverboy.” His devilish grin spread as he zipped up his jeans.

I obeyed, pulling up my panties and squeezing back into my shorts. I fixed my hair and brushed off my knees, trying to look as presentable as I did before.

“You go back the way we came, I’ll go the other way,” Tom directed. I nodded and opened the door to the shed. Before I could take a step out into the sunlight, Tom grabbed me by the neck and whispered in my ear.

“You may be his girlfriend, but this is mine.” he said, squeezing my ass and running a finger where his prick had just been.

His words sent a chill down my spine and a tingle back between my legs. I looked at him in what must have been humiliation. His smile grew even bigger than before as he pushed me out of the shed into the light. I turned the corner without looking back, feeling very dirty, but very aroused. My brain and body in total conflict. Not even two hours of being back with Jeff and I’d cheated, and I didn’t even try to resist. I didn’t want to.

Back in the building I went upstairs. I slipped in the door of my dorm and quietly into the bathroom. I quickly cleaned the dirt off my elbows and knees before Jeff knocked on the bathroom door.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yea, just give me a second, I feel sweaty.” Certainly, the truth at this point. Jeff opened the door slowly, but I put my foot down in its path before it was barely more than cracked.

“Jeff!” I snapped, “you know I don’t want you barging in on me.”

The door closed back slowly, with Jeff meekly apologizing from the other side. I took another minute to freshen up for him before stepping out.

“I’m sorry, I should have waited,” he said, “I was just worried because you were gone a while.” “I’m fine, I just ran into a someone from back home.”

“Oh who?” he asked curiously.

“Just a friend,” I replied flatly. I could see his face filling with curiosity, but I also knew he wouldn’t ask more.

After a few seconds of what looked like awkwardness on Jeff’s face, he finally broke the silence.

“What about the drink?”

Shit! I completely forgot. “I must have forgotten it talking to my friend.” I moved in closer to him and kissed him, pressing my body against his.

“Why don’t you take me to dinner, I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite by now” He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but grin back. He was so sweet, and I could feel his love as he took my hand and led me back down to his truck.

five

The next morning, I woke up alone. Jeff had slept over, cuddling close to me on the small twin mattress. I felt him sneaking his hand between my breasts all night, but never daring to go under my shirt, or anywhere below my waist. Even after over two years of dating we never slept together in anything less than underwear. He’d also been very careful not to wake me when he climbed out of the tiny bed for work in the morning, leaving me sleeping peacefully. So considerate I thought, sneaking my hand between my legs to find I was still drooling from the day before. I hadn’t changed or showered, and my underwear showed exactly how excited I’d been.

Hopping out of bed I stripped off my remaining clothes and stood naked and alone in my small dorm for the first time. This is my life for the next year I thought to myself. My mind wandered to all the boys I’d seen the day before, and to Tom in that filthy shed. Just as my mind began to wander, reliving the moments pressed against the wall, and on my knees, my phone vibrated from my desk. To my surprise it was Tom. Just seeing his name light up on the screen made my body ache,

“hey,” it read.

“hey,” I wrote back.

“text me when you’re alone”

“I am alone,” I responded.

Within a few seconds he sent a video. Another one of me, on my knees with his fingers buried in me, licking his cum off the disgusting floor. It continued all the way until I shrieked and came at his feet. The video played in a loop and I watched it through a few more times, staring unblinking at the screen, at my own depravity. What was wrong with me. My mind couldn’t answer, and my body reacted in the only way it knew, aching between my legs.

I spent the next hour putting things away and mindlessly rubbing myself. Eventually I opened the blinds hoping to let in some sunshine, but the sun was nowhere in the sky, hiding behind the clouds. I said good morning to Jeff and texted some friends from back home, but my phone was silent. I felt on edge, my addiction creeping through me. I felt the urge to throw on a thin dress and explore, roam the halls, meet new people. After another few minutes I gave in and did just that.

After wandering aimlessly for fifteen or so minutes I came across a common area at the far side of the building. On the door were a list of rules, the first being No boys on the girl’s floors. It was both bold and underlined twice. I laughed reading it, thinking in my first night, I couldn’t even follow the rules. I checked my phone again to see if Jeff had texted me back, or Tom, but still nothing. Checking the hall in both directions, I stretched the top of my dress open and pulled my tits out. I got ready to send a photo of my chest to Jeff in front of the sign, but just as I did, someone turned the corner. A guy, a total stranger, and I have my tits out! Quickly, I snapped the pic and turned away from the person walking towards me, covering myself up.

“Morning,” he beamed at me. I could tell he was looking at my chest still.

“Sorry about that,” I blurted nervously, “I just thought it would be funny in front of the sign.”

“No problem at all,” he said, still smiling. He was very tall and handsome. Someone I’d very much enjoy getting to know.

“I live just down the hallway there,” he said, point back around the corner. “You come by this sign often?” He probably thought he was smooth. He wasn’t, but honestly, I didn’t care. I appreciated the flirting.

“Depends if anyone’s around to catch me,” I flirted back. God I was horny and desperate. I tried to think up any reason to go to his room, and after a second I tried my own corny line. “You know, it’s not really fair”

“What’s not.”

“You’ve seen my chest now and I haven’t seen any of you.”

His head perked up, and his smile grew.

“I can show you my room?” he suggested.

I nodded, giggling, and followed him back around the corner. I wasn’t wearing anything other than the thin dress, so once inside his room, I let it fall to the floor, and stood naked and smiling in front of him. Not wanting to waste any time I reached out and tugged on his belt. I could see something pressing against the front of his pants. As he unzipped them and pushed them to the floor a gorgeous cock sprung free. I was horny and eager and quickly on my knees, taking him in my mouth. Pushing him back into a chair, I hungrily sucked on him, until I could feel him throbbing between my fingers and in my mouth. Standing, I straddled him on the chair and quickly sank down on his stiff dick and started to ride him.

“Don’t cum in me,” I whispered in his ear, “Please.”

Three swear words and a nod was all he managed back as I kissed his neck and rocked my hips. I rode him more and more vigorously for just over five minutes before he grunted and pushed me off. I quickly dropped to my knees and let him erupt in my mouth, swallowing it all down. Smiling up at him, I wiped dribble off my face and licked my fingers. I slipped my dress back on and left without another word, feeling even more worked up than before. Looking at my phone, there was still no text from Jeff, but Tom again instead.

“Are you still alone? Will you be for long?”

“Yes, to both,” I replied.

“Come to 448. You have ten minutes.”

Looking down at the message, I froze, grappling with the idea of what I’d just done and what I undoubtedly wanted to do, and what Jeff would think if he found out. I stood there for a minute just looking at Tom’s message, when another came through.”

“Don’t think, don’t be late.”

Fuck, I thought to myself. He is so hard to resist, and Jeff still hadn’t messaged me. Tapping my screen anxiously, I decided to not think, and just go. It took me all of two minutes to end up outside of his door. Nervously, I knocked, almost afraid of what was on the other side. The door slid open slowly, revealing Tom, in an otherwise dark room.

“What’s under the dress.” he gestured with his finger. “Lift it up, Show me.”

I didn’t even bother to check the hallway for prying eyes before lifting my dress over my head and off, exposing myself for him to see. He suddenly had that devilish grin again. In an instant, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me in.

six

I was pushed to my knees in the center of the floor. Completely naked and completely exposed. Tom used his foot to separate my legs, making sure my wetness was visible. I could just barely make out Tom’s face in the dim light, and as my eyes adjusted, I realized we were not alone in the room. There were two other men standing behind Tom. Both staring at me.

I wanted to cover myself from the obvious glaring, but I knew Tom wouldn’t like it.

“She’s a very good listener,” Tom laughed to them both. “Who wants her first?”

I didn’t dare move, except for my eyes glancing nervously between them. What had I gotten myself into. One of the men stepped past Tom and unzipped his shorts, pushing his hardon in my face. I felt myself tensing, aching to act, to suck, to please, but I was frozen.

“Put it in your mouth now, don’t be rude,” Tom taunted me. At his urging, I slowly licked my lips and took the stranger in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his prick. Quickly I gave into my instincts and worked my way down his shaft, sucking him deeply, eagerly. Before long I felt hands between my legs. I didn’t bother to look who they belonged too, letting them explore my body. I focused solely on the task in front of me, just as Tom had told me, deepthroating him as well as I could.

“Try her cunt,” I heard Tom’s voice from behind me.

“Ha, her mouth is fucking amazing,” said the man I’d been working down my throat. I felt a wave of pride rush through me hearing his praise.

“Trust me, try her cunt,” Tom Insisted.

Pulling his cock away from my lips, he walked behind me and knocked me forward on to my hands and knees.

“Stick your ass up for him, just like a dog,” Tom ordered, slapping my backside firmly. I jumped and arched my back, feeling a radiating warmth on my right cheek. I felt hands gripping my hips as the other stranger sat in a chair next to me, yanking me towards his crotch. As my lips met his tip, I felt the other push into the wet mess between my legs.

“Fuck,” he sighed loudly as he slowly buried himself all the way between my legs.

“See,” Tom chuckled as the stranger started thrusting into me, “She’s still so nice and tight, even though she’s clearly a nasty little slut”

Nasty little slut! I thought to myself in indignation. I didn’t get a chance to reply though as my lips wrapped around what was in front of me. I’d never had two men at once, but as I felt an aching wave building inside my body. It felt very natural. With a firm grasp of my hair, he used my mouth the same way as his friend between my legs, hard and deep. It wasn’t long until he burst down my throat, grunting deeply and forcing me down until I wretched, making a mess, drooling from my nose with blurry eyes. His friend wasn’t as quick, pinning me to the floor as soon as I was done swallowing cum, hammering me relentlessly. My back ached from being forced into such a position, but I didn’t care. My own orgasm rolled through me easily, coming and going in quick succession before he finally knocked me over and shot his mess all over my sweaty body. Tom stood over me looking down, watching my lungs heaving for air, mindless and used. Reaching down he plucked me up from the floor effortlessly.

“Good girl,” he whispered softly, holding me up and in place. With his free hand he grabbed my dress and threw it over my head haphazardly.

“Do I get to please you?” I pleaded, looking up at him.

“You did,” he replied, grinning at me and brushing his rough fingers by my aching clit. I moaned as my whole body shivered.

“You’ll hear from me again tonight,” he whispered in my ear, pushing me back out into the hall.

seven

I rushed to straightened myself up. My dress was inside out and the wet cum on my body left obvious spots where was soaking through. Drool and snot were all over my face, even finding a way into my matted and frizzy hair. I felt dirty, and probably looked even worse than I could tell. Speeding back to my room I tried not to get lost or run into anyone on the way. When I finally made it to my door, I scurried my way inside just as two girls rounded the corner, gossiping loudly. They’d seen me but not gotten a good look I assured myself once on the other side. Exhaling loudly, I peeled myself out of my dress, and slumped back against the door. I felt used, but very good. My body ached as my wandering mind unconsciously replayed the last two hours. Tom’s voice still echoed in my head, booming from above, “Good girl.” It was haunting. I sat motionless for what felt like forever, letting my mind experience and process what my body had done. Eventually I started to come down, my mind putting itself back together before finally opening my eyes and looking around my warm, sunny room.

I found my phone on the floor next to my grubby, stained dress. Jeff had messaged me, explaining his phone died, and apologizing for forgetting to charge it. We texted for a minute about his day before I remembered the photo I’d snapped for him earlier and sent it. I was exhausted but still wanted to tease.

“Babe!! You know that gets me so worked up! and at my job no less.”

“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t send things like that to you.” I joked.

“No, no, please. Forget I said that. I’ll find a way to manage,” he bargained, “was that in the dorm!?”

“Yea, I found it and just had to take that for you.”

He sent me ten little heart faces in a line, and thanked god no one caught me.

“Yea, thank god, you know I’m just for you babe,” I responded, clenching inside at the irony. My heart is anyways, I thought to myself.

I picked myself up and stepped into the bathroom, looking at my body in the long mirror. What a nasty little slut, I thought, judging the past 3 hours and remembering what Tom had called me. Maybe he was right. Either way I could never let Jeff see my like this, his princess, his love. I started the shower with the hottest water I could stand and stepped in, hoping to purge the filth from my soul, or at least my body.

An hour later I was sprawled on my bed naked and clean, but feeling a bit sore, raw even. The sun still poured in through the windows, illuminating everything. My eyes glanced to the boxes still scattered around the room, waiting to be put away. Everything left just as it was before my little escapade; the feeding of my addiction with strangers in an afternoon. Certainly, it was memorable way spend my first day in college I mused. Looking out the window, I watching a cloud partially obscure the sun.

Just as my mind began to slip off into a daydream, my phone vibrated from the floor where I’d left it. Snatching it up I jumped back into bed, swiping it open. A new message from Tom flashed on the screen.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes…” I responded meekly, almost anxious he’d order me to another room. Instead I was caught by surprise as photos started pouring in, almost a hundred in total. First of me on all fours getting spit roasted between two strangers. From the photos I couldn’t see their faces, but you could clearly see mine and the rest of me. A video finished the set. Hesitantly, I pushed the play button. Watching it even with the volume nearly off my moaning was loud and constant. I counted at least four violent orgasms before he kicked me over and came on me. God, I looked pathetic, lost even, but I couldn’t look away from the primal lust on the screen. It was hot, no matter how I judged myself. The video ended with a close-up of my body, starting at my face and ending between my legs, at the raw swollen mess and gape between my legs.

“You make a good porn star,” Tom texted after a few minutes.

“You can’t show these to anyone,” I texted him back, “please,” I begged.

Tom replied with a photo of me on my knees in the bathroom outside the prep class, taken the very first time I’d met him.

“Three videos now and a month’s worth of photos. You have to admit the camera loves you” he messaged.

Fuck I thought to myself. My life would be ruined if these ever got out. I would devastate Jeff.

“Please Tom, promise me you won’t show those to anyone!!!”

It was several tense minutes before he replied again.

“Jeff doesn’t need to know about his girlfriend’s sex life,” Tom said pointedly, “that’s my business now, not his.”

That wasn’t quite the answer I wanted, so I pressed him again, “Is that a promise you won’t show anyone, Tom?”

“Sure” he responded after another minute, unconvincingly, “now, get some sleep. Tonight was just a first taste of what your life is now.”

I didn’t know what he meant, but he didn’t message me again, and the conversation was over. With the summer sun setting, I stared blankly at his final message. What my life is now… I pondered what he meant. What was he talking about? Tom didn’t know my past, nor about my habit besides what he’d experienced himself. There had been plenty of guys before him, just like him even. Well, maybe not just like him I admitted to myself. By now I’d usually have gotten bored, but I’d only become even more attracted to Tom since I met him. The way he took control of me, the way my body reacted, it all reminded me distinctly of my first. The one who took my virginity and got me hooked to begin with. Tom also pushed me, challenged me. Forced the truth about Jeff out of me, never put up with my lies or excuses, and never accepted less than what he wanted. Fuck, he’d even orchestrated my first ever threesome and didn’t even join in. My mind wandered again, and memories from a few hours ago flooded my mind. Was I still just the same, or had Tom changed things.

I flicked through the photos he’d sent one more time, and my hand somehow found its way between my legs, mindlessly exploring. I ached for attention, even though I still felt raw and sore. The softest touch made me wince.

“God dammit,” I whined loudly, “I’ve been fucked so hard I can’t even touch myself!”

After a few more minutes of exasperation, I finally gave up, horny and annoyed. Lying in bed I tried to ignore my drooling mess and messaged Jeff instead. He had just gotten off work and I bitched at him to come pick me up. If I couldn’t masturbate, teasing him and shopping for a new dress would have to do. Jeff always spoiled me, and tonight would be no exception.

eight

It was another two days before I tried to get myself off. I’d spent the weekend with Jeff, which mostly subdued my sex drive. As soon as he dropped me off however, I ran upstairs and started a hot bath. Running my fingers over my skin, I stripped down and slide into the hot water. Every muscle relaxed as I sunk deeper and the tingle between my legs quickly returned. I thought of Tom. He hadn’t texted me all weekend, perhaps knowing I was with Jeff. Was he watching me somehow? That sounded like paranoia more than reality. His words came echoing from the back of my mind: This is just a taste of what your life is now. My eager fingers worked magic between my legs and I could feel myself gushing, even in the hot water. It didn’t take long teasing and touching before I erupted. An earth shattering orgasm shaking through me, driving out the stress from Friday night and the weekend.

Sinking into the hot water, ripples of pleasure pulsed through me. My chest heaved slowed as I breathed deeply, my mind clear, and suddenly thinking of Jeff. He pampered all weekend, just like always, just as I knew he would. It was so nice to be close to him again. Hanging out all weekend felt so natural, so carefree. Talking until early morning every night and sleeping in. Jeff had been a sweetheart, even making me breakfast in bed. Of course, there was the teasing too, something I always enjoyed. Waltzing around his apartment in cute panties and one of his shirts. Giving him peeks of my round, firm butt, even letting him see me topless, but never more, and of course never letting him touch. At night I’d even go so far as to grind my butt into the front of his briefs, not stopping until I felt his bulge and then going to sleep and letting him suffer. It was evil but it’s what made Jeff amazing. I knew he loved me for me. It wasn’t about the sex.

I mulled about in the hot water until it was finally cold before begrudgingly washing myself and drying off. My mind still mostly cleared of sexual urges, I went about preparing myself for my first day of classes. I threw on a white bralette with a pair of lacy pink panties and sat on my bed in front of my laptop.

At about eleven, I was startled by a firm rap on my door. Hesitantly I crept over and opened it half expecting it to be Tom. Instead I revealed a short and impatient looking girl in a university emblemed polo shirt on. She was quite attractive and I couldn’t help but notice her chest nearly bursting from under the tight shirt. She must have been only a year or two older than me, and though she was popping gum, she had a very unamused look on her face.

“You missed my floor meeting,” she said, with a thick New England accent.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was one,” I stuttered.

“They’re mandatory,” she continued, cutting me off, “That means you can’t miss them.”

“Yes, I didn’t realize there was one,” I tried to explain again, “I know what mandatory means…” I could tell she didn’t care.

“Here’s some handouts on what we went over, I’m not going over it again just for you,” she said pushing a stack of flyers in my hands and then a clipboard.

“Sign here to indicate you were informed of the rules and guidelines, and will follow them,” her eyes narrowing on me.

“Yes ma’am,” I fumbled, trying not to drop everything.

“Thanks,” She said insincerely, “Next time be at the meeting so I’m not here wasting my time.”

“I’m sorry, I will” I said meekly. Looking up at her, and then down at the stack of paper.

“And also, put some clothes on before you answer the door, you don’t want every girl in here thinking you’re a floozy of some kind,” she said, eyes scanning me up and down.

“Floozy?” I asked, probably sounding stupid.

“A slut,” she mocked, popping her gum and disappearing down the hall.

I closed the door with a frown. How judgmental. Looking down at the flyers again, I shuffled through them until a particularly abrasive looking one caught my eye. On it displayed a man and a woman looking up at me sternly. ABSTAIN FROM INTERCOURSE, in bold, black lettering above them; prevent pregnancy and disease written below.

“Judgmental indeed, and impossible,” I murmured under my breath, “for me anyways.” Under that handout was the dorm rules, same as the ones I’d seen in the hall before. I’d been in college for only a weekend and already broken half of them. I certainly hadn’t been abstinent either. Three strangers in one afternoon without protection even. Throwing the flyers in the trash, I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

I looked clean and fresh from the shower, though as I looked closer, I could see my hard nipples pushing through my bra. Slipping my hand between my legs, I found a drooling wet mess as well. I was a slut disguising as a virgin, with an insatiable hunger lurking just behind an innocent smile. I wonder if Jeff sees it when he looks at me, or if that girl saw it just now. Tom saw it the second he met me. Saw right through the façade and into my true nature. That was how he so easily took what he wanted from me, and why I so eagerly obeyed. He saw the real me and knew just how to feed my habit. Thinking of him only made my body ache more.

Stripping naked, I left my underwear on the bathroom floor and climbed into bed; mindlessly touching myself before finally drifting asleep.

Sometime in the night, I awoke. My room pitch black except for my phone illuminated on the window sill. Picking it up, I noticed it was just after 4am, and that Tom had just sent me a text. Why had I woken up when my phone was on silent? I groggily unlocking my phone, reading the message.

“Are you alone”

What an eerie way to start every message.

“Yes,” I texted back. I knew better than to question why he was texting so early in the morning. For being so tired only seconds ago, I was suddenly very awake.

My phone buzzed again.

“Come to 529,” he said, “Don’t wear anything.”

Anxiety quickly spread through me. Did he really want me sneaking down the hall completely naked? Room 529 was only seven rooms down, yet still, the idea was terrifying. What if I was caught naked.

“Don’t think and don’t keep me waiting,” he texted ominously after another half minute.

“Fuck him,” I cursed quietly at the air. I can’t get caught, what would Jeff think. There would be no way to explain it. My stomach churned at the thought Jeff learning my secret, yet somehow the thought of blowing off Tom seemed even worse. My hand instinctively made its way between my legs.

“Great, and I’m already wet,” I thought as my fingers brushed by my cunt, “Drenched actually.”

Clearly my body decided. Reluctantly I slid out of bed and crept toward the door. My gut knotted as I pushed open the lock and grabbed the handle. I felt frozen, standing nude, not knowing what was waiting for me just outside the door. With heaving breaths, I forced myself to turn the latch, cracking the door just enough to peer out.

On the other side, in the dimly lit hallway, stood Tom. My eyes meeting his, I jumped back in panic, covering my mouth as not to scream. Tom pushed the door open, his eyes locked on me. He had that devilish grin on his face once more as he reached forward and grabbed me.

I was stiff and terrified as he pulled me down the hall. I counted the doors as they passed, praying we made it. The hallway was nearly dark, only lit by small strips near the floor. Just enough light to expose me if any nosy neighbors happened to peek out. Reaching 529, and I scurried past him as quickly as I could, jetting nude into unknown room.

Falling to my knees, a wave of relief washed over me. I could feel my body tingling. Finally, able to take a full breath, my mind flooded with endorphins. As I breathed in, thick incense filled my lungs. I noticed string lights covering the walls, casting a dull, weak glow throughout the room. In the corner, sitting on the bed, was a girl, as bare naked as I was. She looked back at me inquisitively, a warm smile on her face. She sat cross legged and I could make out most of her features in the pale light. Between her fingers was a cigarette, which lit up her brown eyes as she took a puff. Tom walked past me and took the cigarette from her hand and tossed it out the open window beside her.

“I was gone for one minute and that’s the first thing you do huh,” he scolded her.

“I’m never going to get to enjoy another cigarette am I,” she huffed.

“No,” he replied flatly, “Now, this is the little cunt I was telling you about,” he said, pointing at me, his scowl turning into a grin, “The one cheating on her boyfriend.”

My eyes widened hearing him so casually reveal my terrible secret. Tom noticed and frowned. “Don’t worry. Delphi here is a cheating slut too,” Tom explained, pointing at Delphi who simply smiled back, “Worse than you actually, seeing as she’s married.”

“Married at 17,” Delphi chimed in, “Wouldn’t recommend it.”

“I could have told you that,” Tom mocked, pinching her nipple and watching her squeal.

I didn’t really know what to say. I’d never met a woman so open about her infidelity and was still shocked at how easily Tom revealed my own unfaithful habit. I wasn’t sure if her candor made me feel any better or worse. I knew bringing up my concern to Tom would be futile though.

Still on my knees, Tom’s gaze fell back to me, “So what took you so long,” he questioned.

“What do you mean,” I managed.

“Getting your ass down here,” he said, glaring at me.

“I just ---”

“You just sat and over thought it, instead of doing what I told you,” he retorted.

“… yes,” I admitted, looking down. He was right, I had over-thought it. We made it to the room just fine, and Tom had even been in the hallway waiting, which was very much not allowed.

“She was just nervous,” chimed Delphi again. Tom, cut her off with a stern look and a raised hand.

“Tisk tisk, no excuses,” he said, standing over me and lifting my chin, “you know what I expect.”

“Yes,” I muttered, looking away. His disappointment cutting through me, his focused eyes twisting my insides..

The room was silent for a second, until Tom spoke again.

“So,” he said leaning back against the bed,” I was just telling Delphi about the two gents who enjoyed you Friday afternoon. I also mentioned you give amazing head, which made Delphi a little jealous I think.”

Delphi blushed and shook her head side to side, “No, no, I was simply curious what made it so great is all. Two at once sounds like quite a fun afternoon though,” she said smiling at me. Finding my voice again, I admitted it was my first time in a situation like that, and even told them about how sore I was and about masturbating only a few hours earlier. Delphi beamed at me and made me promise next time she gets invited.

“I don’t masturbate much anymore, I just find friends instead to help me scratch that itch, though I haven’t been sore like that in a long time,” Delphi laughed.

“I could fix that,” Tom joked.

I was used to Tom flirting with and touching other women in front of me, but it always caused a little twinge of jealousy deep down. Tom and I were far from any conventional labels, but I still thought of him as mine in some way, even though I knew he was the only one holding all the cards.

“I’m not so sure,” she joked back, egging him on, “I’m pretty hard to wear out at this point.”

“Maybe we’ll find out”, Tom said turning his attention from her to me, “but first, the reason you’re here is to show Delphi what makes your mouth so talented.” he said standing and unbuttoning his pants.

I felt both of their eyes on me, still kneeling and naked by the door. Tom let his pants drop to the floor and pulled off his shirt. Seeing him naked, I felt the familiar rush and tingle throughout my body. I was eager to please him, maybe even more with Delphi watching. Tom stood over me, pushing my legs apart and lifting my chin so I sat up straight and pushed my chest out. He took my hands and placed them gently on my thighs, palms up. My mind began to melt in the swirl emotions being so completely on display for them both. Tom’s fingers gliding along my thigh and between my legs, slipping easily inside of me. I didn’t dare move but moaned slightly as he mocked me for how wet I was.

“This is how I want you to kneel,” he whispered, with his fingers still inside of me, “Will you remember?”

I nodded intently, which brought a grin back to his face immediately. Looking back at Delphi, he motioned for her to come over to us. She hopped of the bed quickly and kneeled in front of me, not bothering to mirror my posture at all. Tom didn’t adjust her either, instead he pulled his fingers from me and offered them to her. Without hesitation she hungrily sucked them clean, looking across at me as she did.

“You taste so good,” Delphi moaned, leaning forward with her hands on my thighs, planting a kiss on my lips unexpectedly. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and I felt one of her hands sliding up my abs, squeezing my breast gently before Tom pulled her off me.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” he quipped, standing over me again. His cock was hard and hung just above my head. Before I could even lick my lips, Tom grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth towards his crotch. I didn’t hesitate either, sucking deeply and swirling on the tip, before licking my way down his length. Tom was very large, and it had always been a struggle fitting it all, nonetheless I always tried my hardest.

As I began to throat him, Delphi’s mouth found my nipple, chewing on it as she sucked. Her nibbles mixed wonderfully with the pleasure from her tongue. Her fingers also found their way inside of me as I took Tom’s heavy balls in my hand, playing with them as I bobbed back and forth on his cock. The world around me began to slip away as my brain became mush at Delphi’s touch. My body instinctively knew how to suck his cock, and I continued reflexively despite the haze in my head. With Tom in the back of my throat, an orgasm crept up on me. My muscles tensed as Delphi relentlessly worked her fingers between my legs. Eventually it caught me and shook my whole body, moaning uncontrollably with Tom’s prick in my mouth.

Tom pulled me from him, grinning. “Delphi made you cum, now it’s her turn,” he said grabbing her by the hair to replace me and letting me fall to the floor.

“If you want my cock again, you have to make her cum,” He said, nudging me with his foot.

What an evil game.

Scrambling, I knelt next to Delphi as she greedily sucked him down. I’d never touched another woman, but my fingers quickly found their way to her clit and started gently teasing. Delphi was just as drooly as I was, and my fingers glided over her cunt. I began to kiss her chest, but looking up, Tom’s testicles looked so much more appetizing. With my outstretched arm still between Delphi’s legs, my mouth crept up to Tom’s crotch. As Delphi sucked, I licked and tongued at his balls, taking them gently in my mouth. Above us, Tom let out a groan of pleasure, a sound I knew well. My fingers left Delphi, and I focused all my energy on pleasing Tom, knowing he was close. A few seconds later, his body tensed, and I could feel him pumping his cum into her mouth. My hand gently caressed where my mouth had just been, making sure he gave every drop. Delphi sat back on her knees and opened her mouth, showing Tom everything he’d blasted in her mouth. He always shot what felt like a gallon, and her mouth was full and overflowing with his thick sperm.

“Now you two can kiss,” he said, looking us both.

Delphi wasted no time tackling me to the floor and locked lips. Instantly the taste of Tom’s cum filled my mouth. I savored it as our tongues danced back and forth, her naked body pressed against mine. My envy towards her turned to pure bliss as we shared her reward. As I savored the last of it, she licked my chin clean of any mess we’d made.

“You two have quite a lot in common,” Tom said, getting dressed.

We both sat up, legs intertwined, eyes locked, and a joyful smile on her face.

“I expect you’ll make fast friends,” Tom said, kneeling between us, touching us both, “I’ll see both of you later.”

Tom caught my eye and with a more serious tone reminded me to check my phone later as well. With that, he was gone, leaving me and Delphi naked and tangled on the floor. I wasn’t sure what to do next, without direction from Tom I stared hesitantly at her. Delphi must have sensed my unease because she quickly led me to her bed, touching my body as we went. Crawling into bed with her, again we kissed again, as passionately as before. Sliding under the covers we explored each other slowly, eagerly, Delphi showing me a world I’d never seen before.

nine

An hour later the sun streamed in the windows of Delphi’s room. We were both still naked, Delphi spooning beside me, her warm skin pressed against mine and her hand cupping my breast lightly. At some point I’d dozed off in her arms, exhausted from our night together.

“The sun just came up,” she whispered in my ear, kissing my back. Her gentle touch and soft voice lifting me from sleep. “We need to smuggle you back to your room,” she giggled.

“Five more minutes,” I laughed, rolling to my stomach, head buried in the pillow.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Delphi joked back, squeezing on my butt and nudging me towards the edge of the mattress. She was sweet but persistent. After a minute of prodding, I sat up and conceded to start the day.

“Last night was fun,” She said, smiling at me, “Tom certainly knows how to introduce people.”

“Yes he does,” I mused, remembering his two other friends I’d met.

“How do you know him?”

“We only met yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

“Yea, but he just struck me ya know? I just knew I had to talk to him”

“I know exactly what you mean”

Delphi moved gracefully out of bed, slipping into a simple patterned dress from the floor. The delicate fabric hugged her curves with nothing underneath. From the bedside table she collected a silver wedding band.

“He’s not like most people I’ve been with,” she said finally, opening the window and lighting a cigarette. She took a long drag before slipping the ring on.

“There’s more there with him, beneath the surface, the unspoken.”

“What do you mean,” I asked?

“I guess it’s not my place to say. I know he likes you though.”

With one more long drag, she snuffed out her cigarette on the metal sill.

“Now off you go”

ten

With one of Delphi’s shirts pulled over me and a quick check in the mirror, I scrambled the short distance back to my room. Safely inside, I checked my phone for the first time in hours.

Ten missed calls from Jeff, and one text from Tom. I thumbed past the calls and tapped on Tom’s text.

“Are you alone?”

“I am now,” I replied

I waited, watching the screen intently. Only a few seconds yet I couldn’t breathe, anxious, and excited.

“Tell your little puppy you were at the library”

For a second I was confused, until a video popped up next. Jeff standing outside my door, knocking slowly. Looking confused, dejected, a little pathetic even.

“He was outside my room last night?”

No reply, instead a flood of photos. Delphi and me kneeling, Tom’s cock between us. Naked and exposed on the floor. Between Delphi’s legs. Evidence of my salacious night. Dozens of pictures and video of Tom finishing in her mouth, our passionate kiss after. His hands groping us both so casually, calling us both his among other obscene things. I couldn’t help but fixate on what I saw.

A loud banging on the door made me jump back. Nearly shrieking at the sound, I sucked in air anxiously. Tom? I hid my phone and scrambled to find something else to cover up with. Frantically I grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor, nearly tripping pulling them up. I could feel my arousal as the thin material snugged between my legs.

Steadying myself as much I could, I opened the door, heart pounding. Not Tom but my boyfriend stood on the other side. He face struggling to hide his frustration as he looked at me.

“Jeff!?”

Standing in the doorway, I regurgitated the lie Tom gave me. Jeff seemed to accept it, more relieved I was ok than anything. I could tell he had questions still though. Inviting him in, I tried to distract.

“I was just about to take a shower. I think it would be fun if you picked out my underwear, don’t you?”

He took my bait so easily, his face brightening into a broad smile. I could see his doubts melt into giddy excitement as he pilfered my panty drawer. I slipped carefully towards the bathroom with a sigh of relief, grabbing my phone. It was almost too easy. Behind the locked door I checked my texts again. Nothing else from Tom, still I lingered on the photos. So many photos. If Jeff every found out.. my stomach turned at the thought.

A quick shower and I stepped out back into my room where Jeff waited, pink thong in hand. Taking it from him, I kept my towel wrapped tightly.

“I need to get ready for class. Maybe I can text you after?” I suggested politely, hinting him to the door.

“Oh.. uh of course. Yea, I know you busy.”

I could see the look of disappointment as he handed over the thong. The defeat on his face was almost too heartbreaking, yet it excited me in some perverse way.

“I just need to hurry.. you understand.”

With a kiss on the cheek, I sent him off. Not even another question about my morning. Such a sweet boy, yet I felt a sense of relief with him gone.

Letting my towel fall to the floor, my bare skin glowed in the morning light. I crawled into bed and let my fingers tease between my legs as I scrolled back through Tom’s messages. Closing my eyes, I thought of Delphi most of all. Her fingers, her lips, her gentle touch, her devilish tongue between my legs. My legs trembled as I unconsciously moaned, climaxing almost effortlessly. My arousal burned through me, while I lay helpless to resist it. I felt my core pulsing with each breath, laying still and naked, soaked in sunlight.

eleven

An hour later I jolted awake.

“Fuck” I nearly screamed.

I burst out of bed, beyond late to my first class. By the time I’d managed to arrive, other students were shuffling out, flooding out of the auditorium. Pushing through the crowd, I approached the front, a middle aged professor watching my approach. As he looked towards me, an eerie feeling of familiarity rushed through me. I couldn’t place from where though.

“You must me my missing student. It’s not a good to miss the first day.”

His voice was disapproving and dismissive, stating the obvious, nearly scolding me. The way his eyes scanned over me made me even more uneasy.

“I am so sorry..” I gushed, quickly thinking of a lie, “I went to the wrong building. I got so mixed up. I missed everything.”

His eyes narrowed as I tried to straighten myself out in front of him. I’d managed a bit of makeup, and the pink thong Jeff had picked out under a long but fitting dress with a decent amount of cleavage. Shifting nervously, I watched his gaze linger there.

“I don’t care either way” He finally responded. “Here is the syllabus. I expect you’ll be able to find this classroom from now on?”

“Yes..” I managed breathlessly.

I felt on edge, his presence looming, pressing down on me like a weight as I shrank.

“I’m sorry..” my voice squeaked out one last time.

Handing me a stapled stack of papers, my eyes fixed themselves on a spot on the floor as he buckled his leather bag and left. With him gone, I finally sucked in a full breath.

Not a great start. I folded the stack and pushed it into my bag, rushing to my next class.

twelve

The rest of the week was far less eventful. Tom seemed to all but disappear, instead leaving me to Jeff. Thursday night I ended up in my underwear, kissing Jeff, torturing him with great delight. Sitting on his chest, the heat between my legs radiated against his bare skin. I knew he could feel me as I looked down at him.

“When you get home, are you going to jerk off thinking of me?” I questioned, grinning, and squeezing the aching bulge in his jeans behind my back.

His face flushed red as he looked up at me, inhaling sharply.

“Can I?” He asked with a groan of embarrassment.

Biting my lip I pulled his hand to my chest, pressing it in between my tits.

“Mmhmm. I think it would be fun.”

He hesitated a second as I felt his cock jump and pulse between my fingers.

“Would you let me.. right now?”

Pulling my hand away from his crotch, giving him a unintended scowl.

“Uh, definitely not in my bed..”

“On the floor then maybe?”

His voice strained with desperation, almost begging. I couldn’t help but giggle as I let him squeeze my left breast.

“Ask me nicely… then maybe”

I could see the struggle as he formed the words. All the dignity he had left in my clutches.

“Please.. will you watch me jerk off.. on your floor.”

My mouth twisted into a devious grin. How pathetic, and yet my body ached to watch him follow through. Leaning down, I kissed his ear, tugging on it with my teeth, grazing my hard nipples against his chest.

“Yes.. I’ll watch.” I whispered.

His eyes were wide as he slid off my bed and quickly pushed off his jeans. Even excited though, his fingers lingered for a second as he tugged at his boxers. Jeff had never actually exposed himself to me completely, at least not in the flesh. I’d never let him get this far, always rejecting him at the last second, torturing him eternally. This time though I simply watched, my eyes fixed intently as he revealed himself.

I could tell he was nervous as his manhood wobbled. He stood so proudly, yet awkwardly presenting his desperate and neglected penis. I tried to feign interest, yet couldn’t help but feel.. underwhelmed. I’d always known Jeff wasn’t that big. From all the photos, and video calls it had been obvious, yet now seeing it finally in front of me, I was struck at how unimpressive he actually was. Still, his throbbing, eager prick oozed helplessly from it’s tip as he gripped his fist around it. I could feel his hunger as he slowly pumped the short length. It was almost too pitiful to watch, yet I was captivated.

“Good boy, jerk it for me, cum for me.” I taunted.

Laying at the edge of the bed, I slowly propped my legs open, carefully running my finger along the fire hot, wet mark across my panties. I could feel my swollen clit through the thin fabric. Maybe just as desperate as Jeff, yet my body ached for something else. Feeding on his desperation.

I could tell he was close already, grunting and sucking air. The color in his face nearly maroon. Something I’d watched a dozen or so times over video call, yet now even more primal and frenetic. My sweet tortured boy so pitifully eager to cum, what power I held over him. I watched as he groaned, gripping himself tightly, his naked body tense and hunched.

“Stop,” I whispered, my mind drunk with authority.

“What!”

His eyes were wide as his hand froze, fingers wrapped so tight his cock was purple.

“Stop, I’ve changed my mind.” I repeated devilishly.

His prick oozed desperately as he released his grip. Looking at the floor he shrank to his knees.

“But, why?” his voice begged.

“I just don’t think we’re ready yet. I don’t want this to be all about sex Jeff.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him, defeated and shriveling, slowly covering is crotch with one hand. Licking my lips I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t about sex at all, but control. Over his body, and his complete devotion to me.

“Jeff.”

I wanted to twist the knife. Languishing, he took in a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Maybe you can rub my feet before you have to leave?”

Another long, slow, labored inhale.

“Ok.”

“You can put your jeans back on.”

I wondered for a second if I’d gone to far. Somehow pushed him past his breaking point. I watched as he slowly collected himself silently, before looking up at me.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.”

Stunned, I blinked slowly, cocking my head to one side in disbelief.

“It was too much. I know we make jokes and tease, but I want you to know I respect you. I want our first time.. your first time to be special. Not like this.”

I sat, looking at him in shocked. I torture him for fun and he apologizes for it? Leaning back against my pillows, my mind reeled.

“Are we ok?”

Looking at him, I tried to gather my thoughts, managing to nod.

“You’re too good to me,” I said honestly.

As he put his jeans back on and after, I didn’t move, letting him dote on me the rest of the night. I felt uneasy, ashamed even. He was so sweet and caring, yet I’d betrayed him in almost every way. My first time wasn’t special, and I knew it would of been with Jeff. He had no idea who I was, and still he respected me like no one else ever had.

Putting on an oversized shirt, we cuddled in my bed until just after midnight, my arms wrapped around him and my head resting on his chest. Entranced by his heartbeat and fingers idly tracing through my hair, gently brushing over my skin. A moment I could have stayed in forever.

Eventually he said goodnight, kissing deeply, letting him press me against the doorway as he held me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I stood and watched him slink down the hallway, turning to smile at me before slipping into darkness. Quietly closing my door, I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach, and yet warmth. The feeling of love Jeff always gave me. I clung onto it, trying to ignore my guilt. Laying in bed I slowly turned my phone over and over in my hand, eventually falling asleep.

thirteen

Throughout the night, sounds of thunder and rain crashed against my window. When a dim light finally awoke me, I barely mustered the motivation to sit up. I stayed in bed watching gray clouds pass, drizzling on those scurrying between puddles and awnings below. Picking up my phone, I saw a message from Jeff.

“Good Morning, I love you.”

Three hours ago, just after 6. What was he doing up so early?

“Good morning. I love you too.”

I sat for a second and smiled. No matter what I did it seemed I had his adoration. He was so wholesome I couldn’t help but love him, to feel truly happy, so why wasn’t he enough?

Swiping back, I saw another message. Tom from just a bit earlier.

“Are you alone?”

My stomach turned as I read it, ashamed. I didn’t want to answer, and yet I felt afraid not to. I’d never missed a message from Tom. Was he upset now? What had I missed? I was shame to even imagine. Tom’s devilish hooks always drawing me in, yet I couldn’t blame him. Like all the other men before him I was helpless to myself, my cravings and addictions, my own saboteur.

I could feel myself slipping, spiraling. I didn’t really want to think anymore, instead returning to the window, watching those below. They were all so distant from up here. Small people and small problems. The sun stayed hidden as my fingers slowly slid between my legs. Idly teasing as my mind slowly blanked. My unconscious habit, my escape. As much as I wanted to feel the warm sun on my skin, it mattered less and less as my toes curled, eyes closed, trembling.

Pulling a robe around me, I meandered down the hallway to Delphi’s room. Knocking, I strained to hear familiar noises on the other side. Soft grunting, groaning, a deep voice. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, yet I felt a taboo thrill as I pressed my ear to the door. Muffled voices, gagging? I licked my lips imagining. After another few seconds and the sounds stopped though. A gruff voice and the Delphi’s giggle.

Then the door opened.

Jumping back, trying to seem less surprised than I was . An older, somewhat overweight man hurried out. He moved past me quickly, making an effort to hide his face. I watched as he scurried down the hall before looking in at my friend.

Delphi sat naked, legs crossed on the floor counting 20 dollar bills. Cum glistening across her face, dripping off her chin and chest in thick globs.

“Jesus Christ!” I spat, “did he just pay you?”

Quickly I stepped inside, closing the door the door and locking it. My eyes fixed on the money more than her, a thick wad of bills.

“Mhmm,” she affirmed, not looking up.

She carefully straightened and arranged each bill before standing up, tucking the cash under her pillow.

“Just for a quick blow. He paid extra for the mess though.” she said casually.

“I.. I didn’t know you did that for money.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t charge you,” she grinned.

Even splattered with cum, her body was stunning. Nude and centered in her room, I could feel myself gravitating towards her. Lust for what I saw but even more so excited at her shameless act. The urge to kiss her swept through me. Her lips smeared with sticky mess. Her eyes glowing. As if knowing what my body wanted, she moved closer, pulling the tied sash on the front of my robe open with one hand as she touched my neck and cheek with the other.

“I missed you this week.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, soft and alluring as she ran her fingers across my exposed flesh. A trail of fire spread between my legs.

“I missed your lips, your soft pouting lips,” she breathed.

Her fingers brushed the swollen arousal where mine had been. I couldn’t resist. Leaning in, her cum coated lips grazed against mine.

“Don’t be shy.”

Her voice barely audible, yet echoed through me. I grabbed her hips manically and pulled her against me, pressing us together, kissing her deeply as we intertwined. Delphi’s heat against me teasing out my insatiable lust. Her fingers gripped my flesh as her mouth kissed down my neck, smearing cum across my skin. Forcing me down, she pushed between my legs. She pinned me to the floor as her climbed over me, her hips straddling my face as her tongue found my clit. I couldn’t focus as she invaded me. Conquering my body and my mind, feeding my addiction. Aching and writhing, I grabbed her hips hungrily, inches from my face my tongue dove into her soaking, messy slit.

Feasting head to tail, the room filled with the sounds of our obscene pleasure. Moans, whimpers, and slurping screams of bliss. She was intoxicating, finding her finish grinding her aching flesh against my mouth, sitting on my face without hesitation, gripping my tits to pull herself down even harder. Her juices coated my face completely as her legs shook, orgasmic shrieks muffled only by her thighs clamped down on either side.

Spent, she crumpled next to me as we both struggled to breathe. Heat radiated between us as she turned to lay against me, her fingers tracing along my hip bone and just below.

“Did I taste familiar.” she grinned.

“Familiar?”

Pleasure addled, my brain didn’t follow.

“Tom came by and fucked me this morning. Woke me up at like 5 some with some other guy. They took turns but you know how Tom is. He finished in me and left.”

My mind reeled back to my missed text this morning as I felt a sudden twitch of jealousy. Had he fucked Delphi when I didn’t answer..?

“I guess that’s what I get for giving him a key to my room.” she continued, “at least my husband wasn’t around-”

“Did you hear from him much this week?” I interrupted.

“Twice, but just to fuck.”

“Oh”

The sharp prick of her casual admission dug at my insides. I couldn’t help but feel rejected, Ignored by someone I wasn’t even with, yet felt helplessly drawn to. Sitting up, I pulled at my robe on the floor, draping it over my shoulders. Delphi quickly snatched it back though, flinging it to the other side of the room.

“Don’t be a moody bitch with me over some stupid boy.”

She read me so easily it was disarming. Still I felt conflicted. Why had Tom reached out to her and not me? Sitting in front of me, she took my hands.

“Stupid boys are stupid. Don’t ever let a boy make you sad. You’re better than that. Besides I like you and I’m not letting him fuck that up.”

Leaning in again she kissed me deeply with her fingers wrapped around my throat, letting them linger before she got up.

“Besides, if you ask him, we’re both his anyways. He can be so dumb. No man owns me. Not even my husband. I live for myself. For the moment.”

Standing naked by the window, she lit a cigarette and pulled it to her lips. Carefree and beautiful. The rest of the morning we cuddled in her bed, making jokes about how she was a whore and watching reruns on TV. A few times her phone buzzed. Texts from her husband she told me. Each time I couldn’t help but check mine, finding nothing.