“But, you know, maybe I’m not cut out for this. I mean, an 85. What kind of professor will I be if I keep making 85’s on my exams?”
I stared across the dinner table at my boyfriend Roger, willing him to shut up, just for a second. He had been prattling on about his damn 85 – the first ‘B’ he’d received since starting college two years ago – ever since he’d received the grade six hours earlier. We had been at this restaurant celebrating the first anniversary of our first date for over an hour and he hadn’t even finished his salad, which was now limp and warm.
“Maybe I can take a make-up test,” he began reasoning with himself. I heard a small, frustrated moan escape my throat, knowing a whole new rant was beginning.
“Roger,” I said quickly, before he could begin again. He looked a bit startled, like had had forgotten I was there. “Could you just relax?” I asked, almost pleading. I could hear the impatience creeping into my voice and I tried hard to control it. “We’re here to celebrate our anniversary. An above-average grade is not something to get so worked up about.”
“I want to do my best, Rachel. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Not at all, it’s commendable. But you can’t expect yourself to get an A every time you take a test.”
“Yes, I can. I expect myself to always perform at my best.”
“Then maybe a B is the best you can do in Biology.”
I could tell by the cold glare that I received that I had said exactly the wrong thing and I almost kicked myself at my insensitivity.
“I’m sorry Roger,” I said softly, glancing down. I looked back up at him and said, “I just hate seeing you beat yourself up over a grade most anyone else would rejoice over. Patterson’s exams are notorious for being difficult.”
His expression softened and he said, “I’ve been quite a bore tonight, haven’t I?”
“A bit,” I admitted, giving him what I hoped to appear as an understanding smile.
“Well, the night’s still young,” he said, throwing his napkin onto his still-full plate. “Would you like to go dancing?”
“No, not really,” I said, drinking the last of the wine in my glass. “I’d rather just go back to your dorm room so that we can have some time to ourselves.”
“I didn’t check with Jack today,” he said, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. “He might not have gone away for the night.”
“And how often does that happen?” I asked, grinning back, going along with his little game. We repeated this scenario often. His roommate hadn’t stayed in his room on Friday night in over six months. Jack preferred to spend his weekends at the sorority house, hip deep in greek sluts.
“Oh, he walks in on me and my other girlfriends all the time,” Roger continued in a casual tone. He leaned across the small table and said in a hushed tone, “He’s pretty forceful. Makes them blow him while they’re still in bed with me.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I said, imitating him.
We left the restaurant and began the twenty-minute drive back to campus. I leisurely rubbed the growing bulge between his legs, staring out the passenger side window.
“What would you do if Jack ever did walk in?”
I looked at Roger, a little surprised at the question. The ‘game’ usually lasted until after we had screwed around for a while. He had never broken back into reality like this before.
“I – I don’t know,” I admitted. “I suppose I’d be a little embarrassed, depending on what we happened to be doing when he walked in.”
“What if he – asked to watch us?”
“Are you serious?” I asked a bit too loudly, clearly shocked at the question.
“N-never mind,” he said quickly.
“No, not ‘never mind.’ You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you? I mean, serious fantasies, not just these little games we play.” I took his silence as a yes. “Well,” I said, looking straight ahead. “I’m not a prude and I like to think of myself as open-minded. I suppose – I’d give it a try, if it would turn you on.”
His cock was almost completely hard under my hand, but I felt it grow suddenly harder and at its full length. He let out a faint ‘ah!’ Roger was a big boy and having a full hard-on in his jeans could sometimes be painful for him.
“So…is it just being watched, or do you want some company in bed?”
Very softly, he said, “You know I’m…curious.”
“Are you attracted to Jack?” I asked, a little surprised, but gleefully so. I could see him blushing fiercely and his dick was throbbing. I could feel it even through his jeans.
“You don’t fantasize about Jack shoving his dick in MY mouth, you fantasize about him –“
“Rachel, please!” he exclaimed, stopping me.
“Oh Roger, come on, it’s me. We’ve always been honest with each other sexually. Like you said, I know about your curiosity towards men. I have no problem with it.”
“Maybe I do.”
“I can understand that. But you’ve hit the jackpot, baby,” I said, smiling widely at him. “You have a woman who not only understands but gets hot at the thought of you with a man. I just never thought you’d want me there with you.”
“I…I love you Rachel. I want to share everything with you.”
I stared at him for a moment, feeling a little dizzy. I wasn’t surprised at his confession, but I still felt heady from it.
“I love you too, Roger.”
“If – If we ever considered getting married, would you be open to a more – well – ‘open’ sex life?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” I said. “But right now, the thought has me so hot I want to whip your dick out right now and just gobble you down.”
“Jesus you’re so fucking sexy when you talk like that.”
“We’re almost at the dorm,” I said, undoing my seatbelt. “Park in the dark corner.”
“Rachel, if we’re caught – “
“Just do it, Roger.”
He did as I ordered as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I heard the engine turn off as I moved my hand into his shorts and pulled his hard cock out of the flap. I began stroking his cock gently as he reclined the seat just a bit.
He grasped my head and brought my lips to his, kissing me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I moaned, a little surprised. He was usually quite reserved when we started our lovemaking. I’d never seen him this horny before.
I moved my hand down his length and moved my fingers into the flap of his shorts to cup his balls in my hand. I massaged them gently and he moaned into my mouth. One of his hands moved to my breast and squeezed. His other hand moved down my back and under my blouse.
I broke our kiss and I was once again surprised as he began pushing me down towards his throbbing cock. He never pushed me down.
“Yes!” he rasped, feeling my tongue press against the base of his cock head. I lingered, teasing with my tongue, my hand still on his balls. My forefinger pressed just underneath them and he moaned, jerking in his seat.
“Dammit Rachel,” he hissed, sounding angry, “suck my cock and suck it now.”
I moaned in excitement at his sudden forcefulness and obeyed, moving my lips about him. He removed his hand from my breast and pulled my hair up and out of the way. I began bobbing my head in his lap, sucking hard as my fingers moved over his testicles. He thrust slightly, faster than I was going, so I hastened my tempo, moving at the pace he obviously wanted.
My tongue moved about him fast and my mouth sucked him hard and it didn’t take long before he was stifling his cries, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I moaned softly about his softening cock, still stroking and sucking until every last drop was spent.
I sat back up and he moved his now limp cock back into his shorts and zipped up. He seemed rather shaky and I smiled. It was then that I realized that he had unhooked my bra strap while I was performing on him. He watched me as I unbuttoned my blouse, removed it and my bra, placed my bra in my bag, and then put my blouse back on. Before buttoning it, his hand reached out and squeezed my breast gently, flicking his thumb over my very stiff nipple.
We both left the car and began walking towards the dorm hand in hand.
We didn’t feel like bothering to sneak me in, so Roger signed me in like a good young man. I saw the RA staring at my chest and the way my nipples were straining against the cloth of my blouse. I arched my back just a bit and winked at him, causing him to blink and turn three shades of red. Roger glanced at me, obviously surprised at my sudden flirtatious behavior, but he was smiling.
It usually bothered me when men stared at my breasts – it made them feel even bigger than they really were – but this time I welcomed this boy’s lecherous gaze. For a second, I even considered lifting my blouse to give him an even better look, but I wasn’t feeling that daring.
Roger grabbed my hand again and we began our trek up the three flights of stairs. Since this was the only non-co-ed dorm left on campus, I garnered quite a few glances from the boys that we passed in the hallway. Girls were allowed, even overnight, but it was less common here than any of the other dorms. Normally, I ignored the glances, but I found myself glancing back, wondering if any of them would be interested in joining us.
Sex with Roger that night was amazing. Walls we hadn’t even known existed had fallen and we were both more aggressive, more open, more willing. I loved hearing my normally quiet lover demanding my pussy in his lap, I loved how hard he rammed into me and I loved how merciless he was with his intensity.
We fucked for hours that night and before we stopped at 4:30 in the morning, I let him fuck my ass – something I had told him I would never do.
We fell asleep after a quick warm shower, tangled together in his sheets in the small bed, satiated and exhausted.
* * * * * * * * *
I woke to the sound of the room’s door opening. I didn’t open my eyes, too sleepy to care who it was. I figured it was probably Roger bringing back breakfast like he always did after we spent the night together. I stretched a bit and re-settled, resting my head on Roger’s chest.
I opened my eyes slowly, realizing something wasn’t right. I lifted my head to find Jack staring down at us, a bemused grin covering his face.
“Oh, good morning Jack,” I said wistfully.
“It’s 1:30 in the afternoon,” he informed me in usual blunt manner.
“Oh, well, good afternoon then.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding.
I realized he wasn’t even looking at my face. His eyes were riveted on my breasts, which were fully exposed.
“Enjoying yourself?” I asked smiling slightly, flattered and a bit aroused by his obvious appreciation of my ample anatomy.
“Yes. If I hadn’t just spent the night fucking the Deltas, my cock would be showing you just how much.”
“Always the smooth talker.” Roger had woken. I glanced at him, curious to see his reaction to this situation now that it was actually happening and wasn’t just a fantasy in his twisted brain. “I thought you weren’t due back until tonight.”
“Eh, I got fucked out. Those girls can get pretty dull after a while. No imagination. It was like fucking on an assembly line.” I laughed at this and he winked at me.
“Well, Jack, I’m not fucked out yet, so – “
“You want I should leave?” he asked, hooking his thumb over his shoulder at the door.
“If you want,” Roger said lazily.
I looked at Jack pointedly and said, “But you can stay, too. We won’t mind.”
“Holy shit,” he said, sitting heavily on his bed. He sat there, across from us, and proceeded to watch.
Roger grasped my waist and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me softly. He licked my lips and I parted them, meeting his tongue with my own. His left hand, the one Jack could see, moved down to my ass, pushing the sheet down to my upper thighs. I slid my leg between his, parting them, and moved my right hand down to grasp his already pounding erection. I heard Jack grunt appreciatively.
Roger’s right hand moved down to my ass as well, but he moved his left hand up to my breast. He broke our kiss and I moved up, placing my breasts before him. He engulfed my nipple into his mouth and sucked eagerly, flicking his tongue over my taught nipple. “Oh yeah,” Jack whispered.