Helping A Friend Get Revenge [FM]

I’d had my eye on Jerry for a while. Tall and lean, with movie star good looks, I wasn’t the only woman on campus prowling after him, either. Unfortunately, he was attached to his girlfriend of two years. Jerry and Amber were a picture perfect couple. They turned heads everywhere they went. I had never made a pass at him. I may be a bit of a slut, but I do have morals. He and I knew each other decently well, though, having had multiple classes together, and even working on a couple projects with each other. He’d definitely thrown some vibes at me, and when he looked at me with those piercing eyes, it made me debate just how moral I really was. I behaved myself, though, and we were friendly enough to say hi to each other, though I got the distinct impression that Amber hated me. I couldn’t blame her. I had a reputation on campus for chasing boys, and having boys chasing after me, so it wasn’t unusual for my guy friends to have girlfriends that didn’t like me. In this case, the feeling was mutual. She was the only thing standing between me and Jerry.

I was among the first to hear about the dream couple’s breakup. I heard it from a reliable source, too. Namely, Jerry himself. Late on a Sunday evening, just as I was settling in to reluctantly do the homework that I had been putting off all weekend, my phone dinged at me. Jerry had texted me, asking if I wanted to meet up for a chat. It was unusual, but an easy decision. Given the choice between homework or an evening stroll with Jerry, I doubt there was a woman on campus who would have chosen the homework.

I met him out front of my dorm ten minutes later, dressed in a dark A-line skirt and a white button down top, my deep auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail. Red lipstick, eyeliner and light blush finished off my hastily thrown together look, the bare minimum I was willing to go out in. It wasn’t an overly flirty look, but all I was doing was meeting Jerry. Why would I need to be flirty?

He showed up in khakis and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, an effortlessly casual look. He flashed me a weak smile as he approached. For the first time in as long as I’d known him, he almost looked nervous, though I wrote it off as a misreading in the dying evening light. He didn’t stop to chat. He had the look of a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t about to waste any time. It wasn’t an unusual approach for him. On his way past, he just grumbled out an invitation to walk with him, an invitation I was already prepared to accept. He didn’t walk quickly, a blessing for my kitten heeled shoes, which weren’t horribly cumbersome to walk in, but were, I was quickly finding, a bad idea to go for a walk in.

We walked for a while in relative silence. I was definitely getting weird vibes at this point. Jerry was not a chatterbox by any means, but he was never at a loss for something to say. He’d also specifically invited me out for a chat, not a walk, so the lack of conversation was definitely odd. After a few minutes, we came to one of the more scenic parts of campus, looking out over the wilderness that surrounded our little insulated world. He stopped and looked out at the fading colors of the sunset that was quickly leaving us in a world lit only by the harsh yellow streetlights. There was definitely a weird look on his face, an odd mix of apprehension and melancholy. Staring out, Jerry took a deep breath, and laid out the circumstances of the evening in stark detail. He broke it down into three simple bulletpoints:

1. He’d caught Amber cheating on him
2. They had broken up
3. He wanted to get revenge

I’m a slut with morals. I’m not sure where my moral line is, it can get pretty fuzzy sometimes, but fucking a guy who’s in a relationship was pretty definitely on one side of it, and fucking a single guy looking for revenge on his cheating ex, I was suddenly learning, was pretty definitively on the other. I didn’t need to ask him why he chose me. We’d been flirty for a long while, and Amber disliked me enough that, upon finding out, and she would find out, such was the nature of a revenge fuck, it would drive her insane. Even if Jerry hadn’t been hot, I would have fucked him just to stick it to Amber. Him being a long running fantasy for me was only icing on the cake. I didn’t say anything as he touched my arm gently. I did roughly grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a steamy kiss that I had been dreaming of.

It was all I had dreamed of and more. If he was surprised by my abrupt move, he didn’t show it. He fed into my kiss eagerly, nibbling on my lip, sending little bursts of pleasure to my brain. I shuddered, more from pleasure than the steadily cooling air, but he wrapped his arms around me anyway. In that moment, I didn’t care about Amber. Amber who? My consciousness began and ended in that kiss. Our tongues danced together, wrestling for dominance. I moved backwards, pulling him with me, until my ass bumped against a low-lying brick wall. I settled on it, wrapping my legs around him. He chuckled, pulling back. I saw nothing funny. He wanted to fuck, and I was ready to go. I wasn’t ashamed to fuck outside for the whole world to see (another item that I learned was pretty clearly on one side of my moral line), especially with Jerry. Still, he pulled back, breaking free from my grasp. For a brief, horrifying moment, I was positive that he had changed his mind, but he took me by the hand with a crooked grin and dragged me towards a nearby building that was under renovation. He explained that he and Amber had been in here countless times, a point that would have bothered me with just about anyone who wasn’t a long time crush. There was a door that the renovation crew routinely left quietly unlocked, an easy spot to escape for a smoke break, and a convenient place for two horny college students to sneak for a reasonably private sexual rendezvous.

Jerry led us further into the darkness of the building, through dark hallways and storerooms with missing drywall, allowing us to step through where walls would eventually go, until we reached a suitably private, and pitch black interior room. He let go of my arm for a moment, leaving me briefly, but thoroughly, lost in the darkness. A sudden light illuminated the room, courtesy of a work light that Jerry had flipped on. As I blinked the stars out of my eyes, I took in the small room. It looked like it was destined to be an office, or maybe a small classroom. There was no obvious place to fuck, but afew sawhorses and piles of materials would work well enough to sturdy myself on. This was not supposed to be a comfortable evening of lovemaking. It was meant to be raw, a bit uncomfortable, and dirty. Having blankets and pillows would have felt wrong.

I wanted to make a snide remark about how he knew all the romantic night spots or something to that effect, but I didn’t have time. I had barely had time to take in the surroundings before he was on me again, a hand on either side of my face as he poured every ounce of frustration and longing from his fresh breakup into our kiss. A good friend might have stopped and talked with him, or at least had reservations about the situation with such a freshly single individual. I opted to respond to his outpouring of emotion by pouring my own longing, the months of pent up sexual tension I had felt for him. I don’t remember his picking me up, but about the time my back hit the freshly hung drywall with a thud, I was aware that my legs were wrapped around him. Funny how a kiss can make you lose track of everything.

In the harsh shadows of our sinful sanctuary, we devoured each other, content for a time to just make out, like two high school students too inexperienced to make the next move. We both knew why we were there, though. His khaki-encase cock pressing against my soaking pussy left little doubt to that. With an unspoken understanding, we broke the kiss and I regained my footing as we both raced to undress, as if there was the slightest chance that we might get caught. True, we had all night to stretch this out, but the air was crackling with electricity, the kind of energy that only comes from an unexpected encounter with someone new. Neither of us knew what the other was capable of, but we were eager to discover and explore. In no time at all, my fingers had undone each button of my top in turn. It flew into the corner, followed shortly by the cheap white cotton Wal-Mart bra that just screamed “I wasn’t expecting company.” My matching panties followed along with my skirt, all at once. Returning my attention to Jerry, I noticed that he had frozen halfway through his process, his eyes glued on my form, particularly my 36C tits, capped with smallish nipples, their rosy color contrasting sharply with my pale skin. Meanwhile, I was focused on his hard cock, poking out from under his button down his shirt. His pants and boxers were around his ankles, his shoes kicked off into some random corner. I giggled at him and swayed my tits at him and beckoned him closer with one finger. He stepped out of his pants and approached me, my back still against the drywall, still cool but warming against my bare skin.

He bowed his head and took one of my nipples between his lips, sucking it softly, causing me to gasp, placing a hand behind his head and holding him in place. I had been wet since he had all but told me he wanted to fuck me. Hell, I’d been turned on since I’d first seen him walking towards me. At this point, though, I was soaking, rubbing my thighs together as I, still aware of our semi-public position, did my best to stifle my own moans. My brain was on fire with sexual energy. All subtlety, all thoughts of gradually building towards an explosive conclusion went out the window. I needed his cock inside me. I managed to stammer out something to that effect. As the words processed in his mind, Jerry shuddered, letting my nipple fall free, a string of spit hanging between me and him for a couple seconds as he looked me in the eye. I could see a hint of insecurity and hurt in his eyes. I kissed him softly and assured him that what we were doing was fine. When he still hesitated, I told him to lay down on the dusty floor. Straddling his hips, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, which he returned, hesitantly at first, but then more eagerly. As his cock brushed against my wetness, he froze, and I ran a hand over his cheek, softly telling him to relax. I asked if he would let me help him forget his worries, even for a little while. He nodded so slightly, it was barely perceptible. Removing my hand from his cheek, I reached between my legs, seizing his cock and lining it up. Making eye contact with him again, I sank down onto him.

There’s something special about a new dick. Jerry wasn’t the longest, the thickest, or in any other way “the best” dick I’ve ever had. In fact, he was fairly average. The feeling of it piercing my body for the first time was indescribable. I let my head roll back as he filled me in a way that I hadn’t expected to be stretched just a half hour earlier. I became vaguely aware of a sound echoing off the bare walls. It took a moment to realize that it was my own moans, involuntarily escaping my gaping mouth. As I settled against his pelvis, I rolled my head forward again, looking down at this man I had sought after for so long. He almost didn’t seem real. He had been so unattainable. A small flex of his cock inside me, little more than a voluntary twitch on his part, was the proverbial pinch I needed to assure me that I wasn’t dreaming. Jerry was buried inside me. I had done it. Now, there was only one thing to do.

We fucked.

Having crossed the threshold, actually penetrating someone other than his skank ex-girlfriend, Jerry went for broke. All tender insecurity in his eyes and body language vanished in an instant. For my part, I didn’t slowly ramp the throttle up, like I usually do. I didn’t ease myself up his length, as is my usual maneuver. This wasn’t that kind of fuck date. I took exactly one easy trip up and down his pole, familiarizing me with just how far up I could travel before he threatened to pop free. I then dropped back down, planting my hands on his still-clothed chest and, three strokes later, was up to my top speed, flying over his cock in ecstasy. He tried matching my pace a few times, attempting to thrust upward with each downward movement, but he quickly decided to occupy himself playing with my bouncing tits, roughly pinching my sensitive nipples.

I’m not sure how long I rode him, flying high on the steady waves of ecstasy, before I heard him grunt my name. For a disappointing moment, I thought he was warning me that he was getting ready to pop. Fortunately, he was just trying to tell me that the hard ground was getting uncomfortable for him. At 5’6″, I don’t weigh much, but with no carpet installed yet, even my weight was getting to him. I stood, uneasy on my feet as I realized how tired my legs had gotten with the workout I had just endured. Jerry stood, and I got a surreal feeling as I watched the harsh light from our only light source reflect off my juices on his cock. He didn’t hesitate, though. He was on board for the full ride. As he began undoing his shirt buttons, he pointed towards a sawhorse across the room. We were both too out of breath to speak much, but the message was clear. I walked over, my feet cold against the bare floor. Placing both hands on one end of the structure, I bent forward, sticking my ass towards him. He wasted no time. He barely even needed to take time to aim. One second, I was achingly empty, the next second, he was balls deep in me, and the very next second, he was matching the pace I had set. He seemed to be doing his level best to fuck me into unconsciousness, and he was keeping his relentless pace admirably well. The raw slapping sounds echoed over my guttural noises, my hair hanging over my face, my hastily pulled back ponytail from earlier all but a lost cause, my tits tracing circles in the air as they hung freely. Jerry was a man on a mission, his hands maintaining a firm grasp on my hips as he raced towards his inevitable conclusion.

He didn’t so much spurt as he exploded. I think he was as surprised by it as I was, going from full speed to buried deep and unloading wave after wave of gloriously hot, sticky cum into me, coating my pussy in that divine sensation. His cock continued twitching long after he was done, as if it was trying to squeeze out a few more drops just for me. When he finally pulled free, I took a moment, adjusting to the sensation of being simultaneously more and less full than before. I wasn’t a stranger to the feeling, but it’s something that bears savoring each time. By the time I finally brought myself to standing, a more sober tone had descended on the room. Jerry was mostly dressed. I asked if everything was alright, and he assured me it was. I asked if he regretted what we’d just done, and he shook his head with a smile, both dreamy and sad. We made polite conversation as we got ready to leave. Once dressed, he took a sad look around the room. I pulled him in for a kiss, not a hot, passionate liplock, but friendly and comforting, and I assured him that this was the beginning of the healing process.

And if he needed any help figuring out the next step, my bed was always open.

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