I love my boyfriend Brian so much, but the more comfortable we become and the more responsibilities we acquire, the less exciting things become. We’ve lived together for years, share a life and memories… but he’s put on weight and stopped wearing cologne in that time. I’m in my last year of college and I’ve been in a committed monogamous relationship for 3 years. The sex has dwindled. I don’t feel the same passion or same excitement I used to. We try to keep it interesting and we always make each other cum, but it has become a chore. Sometimes, I wonder if there should be more in my life…
I am a 21 year old very petite woman (due to a high metabolism). I weigh 100 pounds and am 5’4. My boobs are 34As and my butt is round and large compared to the rest of my body. I have long black hair and tan, olive skin due to being the offspring of two Sicilian immigrants. My parents were very religious, making us go to church frequently. I wasn’t allowed to be alone with boys (though I found many opportunities as a slutty teenager). I thought my days of galavanting around and sleeping with whoever I wanted were done the moment I met my current boyfriend, Brian. He is tall and blonde, from a small farm town in Iowa. He’s larger, about twice my weight, and 5 years older. When we first met, I was incredibly attracted to him, but he has since let himself go a little… and it’s noticeable. He’s gained about 40 pounds, showers less, and rarely cleans up after himself as well. I have tried to discuss it with him so many times, but it seems he doesn’t care.
Today is the first day of one of the last 2 semesters before I finish my bachelor’s degree in Education. My only class of the day is called Language and Learning, and I know where the classroom is. Last night, I painted my long nails bright red. I am wearing a tight, short black dress with long sleeves and a low neckline. The tight dress squeezes my boobs together, making them look slightly bigger. I know I won’t be allowed to dress like this at my real job, but I can’t help but get excited at the prospect of a new, mysterious guy getting turned on by me in the college classroom.
I like to keep to myself, so I sit in the back. I chat with some of the girls I remember from previous classes until the teacher gets our attention and introduces herself and the course. “Welcome to Education 351- Language and Learning. I’m Mrs. Baker, some of you may recognize me from other classes. We have a large class this semester, so I have randomly assigned each of you a group, which will consist of two or three people. This will help speed things along and you can provide feedback to one another. Any questions?” The room was silent. “Okay then,” Ms. Baker continues, “I don’t like to waste time so I’m going to go ahead and read your groups. Everyone stand up. When I call your names, move to a seat where your group can be together. This will be your assigned seat for the semester. You will be responsible for exchanging contact information with your groups.” Ms. Baker calls several groups of three, then proceeded with the groups of two. Finally, I hear my name. “Lilac Giordano, you’re with Nick Johnson.” I look around the room with my hand raised, until I lock eyes with a guy who also has his hand raised. He is cute, with light brown hair and brown eyes. He looks younger than my boyfriend, around my age, and is wearing athletic clothes.
“Hey, I’m Nick.” He says. “I’m Lilac” I reply, both of us giggling awkwardly. We sit down beside each other in empty seats and talk about where we’re from for a few minutes until the teacher calls to us again. “I am handing out sheets with information regarding your first project. It’s only the first week so it’s a simple assignment, but it will be a group project. I’m going to let you all go early so you can start your projects now. If you have any questions, come see me after class. Have a good day!” I stand and watch a few students trickle out of the classroom before turning to Nick and speaking. “So… it’s due next week. Should we get each other’s numbers?” “Sure” he replies, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I mean, I don’t have any other classes today if you’re down to just meet after this and start now.” He continues. “Oh. Y-yeah, sure!” I stammer, eyeing his basketball shorts. “Cool, do you want to just meet at my apartment?” He asks. “Yes.” I respond, my mind racing with devious thoughts. I’m just going to see how far I can let it go and that’s it. I’m not going to do anything I’ll regret. Assuming he’s interested in me in the first place. “I texted you the address if you want to just get your laptop. Just let me know when you’re there.” He says, as my phone vibrates from his text. “Okay, I’ll see you soon!” I exclaim, beginning to feel butterflies in my stomach.
I drive home in under 10 minutes, then step into my house quietly. My boyfriend, Brian is still asleep. He was supposed to be looking for a job, but had enough money saved to put it off for another month. With all this time at home, I would think he would do something productive, but the house is still a mess, and he sleeps in until 2 PM. I silently freshen up in the bathroom, spraying my favorite perfume generously. I touch up my lipgloss, brush my hair, and grab my laptop and charger.
I glance up from my GPS app as I pull up to the apartment complex Nick lives in. I text him that I have arrived and wait until he opens the stairwell gate to let me in. “Hey” he nods at me. “Hi” I respond, smiling, feeling a strange warmth, suddenly radiating around my pelvis. Something about working with Nick is exciting. We walk into his apartment, where two guys are sitting at the dinner table. “Lilac, these are my roommates” says Nick. They mutter hellos awkwardly and I nod. We walk into Nick’s room, and he shuts the door. I notice that he didn’t lock it. His room is decorated with sports posters and banners, with some college memorabilia and liquor bottles. It looks like a typical college guy’s bedroom.
I sit on one side of the full-sized bed, as there are no chairs around. He sits next to me and glances down at his phone, letting out a chuckle. “What is it?” I ask. “Oh, nothing. My roommates.” “What did they say?” I inquire with slight concern. “They were just asking if I’m still with my girlfriend.” He laughs, locking his smartphone. “Oh, you have a girlfriend?” I ask, feeling my smile fall slightly. “Yeah.” He presses the power button on his phone to reveal the lockscreen- a picture of him and his girlfriend at some beach. “Oh. I have a boyfriend. We’ve been together for a while.” I blurt out. “Yeah, me and Maggie have been together 2 years now. It’s still going good…” he trails off. “I think mine is too. Well, usually, but sometimes I don’t know.” I laugh. “Sorry if that was weird to say. Now I kind of feel like I need a shot of whatever that is” I add, gesturing at one of the liquor bottles on his side table. “Okay” he laughs, pouring me a shot. “Well, you need to take one too” I tease. “I certainly will. Good start to the school year.” He sighs as he reaches for another shot glass. “Cheers” I say, clinking my glass against his and chasing the alcohol down with water. We read over the project sheets together, taking two more shots in the process. I begin to feel warm and fuzzy, a smile creeping onto my face.
“Another one?” He asks, laughing. “Yes.” We each down another shot, shivering at the taste of the cheap liquor. I feel myself swaying slightly. “Are you happy with your girlfriend?” I ask. “Well yeah. I love her. She’s my best friend and I always want to hang out with her.” He replies. “Oh. I feel the same way about my boyfriend. I still love him like crazy but honestly, some stuff just isn’t the same as it was when we started dating, and it sucks.” I tell him. “Like what?” “I don’t want to say” I giggle, blushing. “Now I have to know”
He says. “Well…” I cover my face with my hands, unable to say it aloud. “I still think he’s attractive, but the sex is just not good anymore. It’s not really as exciting as it used to be” I stammer. Nick looks down and chuckles again. “Yeah, I kind of feel the same way. I think about it a lot actually. I don’t want to lose Maggie, and I don’t want to hurt her. I want to be with her forever, but I don’t want to spend my life with this kind of sex…” he trails off. “Sorry if that was too personal. Let’s look at the paper again”. “It’s okay” I reply “I don’t think I can concentrate right now…” I blush, adding, “because we’ve been drinking and all”. Nick nods. “Wanna just watch TV?” “Sure” I say. He turns on Spongebob Squarepants, and I subtly move closer to him on the bed. I can almost feel the heat radiating off his body, spreading my hand outward so that he might accidentally brush against it.
“So what do you do for fun?” He suddenly asks, leaning slightly away from me. “Uhh, I don’t know. I like riding my bike.” I laugh. “What about you?” “Oh, well I play baseball for our school’s team.” He responds. “Baseball!” I exclaim. “I’ll bet you’re more flexible than me”. He blushes and laughs, standing up and touching his toes. “Am I?” He asks, sitting back down on the bed. I stand up, bending over and touching my toes directly in front of him, lingering for a second. I stand up and turn back around, locking eyes with him. “I want to do something I shouldn’t right now”. He whispers. My mind is overcome with lust and excitement, to the point where I almost feel nauseous. This has been building up for a long time. I approach him slowly then sit on his lap, facing him. Our lips are drawn together violently, a wave of warmth washing over me. “We have to be quiet” he whispers. I try to stifle my inadvertent moans as we kiss passionately. I need him, I need to be close to him. He lies down on his back, pulling me on top of him. I spread my thighs so that I can
grind my now engorged, warm clit on him.
He lets out a soft moan, curling his toes as I grab his bulge through his pants and begin to rub it. It feels so dirty and wrong, which makes it feel so much better. I grab the buckle on his pants and begin to undo it. “Wait,” he whispers, “are you sure?” “I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I just want you to cum in me.” I whisper back. This prompts him to pin me down, getting on top of me and removing his pants. He grinds his boner against my clit, then reaches down to take off my underwear. “Take off your bra” he orders. I do as he says, unhooking the clasps and removing the bra. He reaches forward, caressing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples between his fingers. “Mmm… keep doing that.” I moan. He sits up, grabbing my ankles and pushing me back so that my heels are near my butt. “Now I can do both” he murmurs, bringing his face directly in front of my pussy. I feel my face flush, suddenly hyper-aware of how wet I was. “Your pussy is hot. You’re super wet” he quietly states, beginning to gently tease me with his tongue, dragging it along my labia, close to my anus then back up to the clit. He begins licking my sensitive, pink clitoris back and forth. I feel muscle spasms as I close my eyes and let Nick suck on and lick my clit increasingly faster. I raise my hips with pleasure, bucking inadvertently against his tongue. “I’m close, keep going” I whisper, strained. He spits onto his index and middle fingers, using them to rub my clit more quickly than his tongue could have managed to. My moans become increasingly loud as I am closer and closer to orgasm. I try to restrain myself, but I can’t help but cry out with every rub of his fingers. “Shhh!” He scolds me, putting the fingers of his free hand into my mouth. I bite down on his hand slightly as he finally makes me cum. I feel like I’ve had a heart attack. My body shakes uncontrollably in waves of complete pleasure. It slowly diminishes, as I begin to return to my senses. “I’m on birth control” I tell him. He doesn’t say anything, but positions himself on top of me, spitting into his hand and spreading it on his hard cock. I watch him stroke his average-sized penis before inserting it into my slippery, warm vagina. We both gasp quietly when he inserts his penis as far as it can go. This is crazy. I think. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Suddenly overwhelmed by confidence, I pull Nick’s head down to my lips and whisper in his ear “Fuck me as hard as you can. It’s okay if you hurt me”. Nick begins to thrust harder and faster, moaning and sweating. “We can’t tell anyone” he says between thrusts. “Worry about it later. I want you to cum inside me” I respond. I watch his face until he finally whispers that he is close. “Get on your back”
I command, as we switch positions and I climb atop him into cowgirl position, inserting his cock into myself. I ride his cock as fast and hard as I can, feeling my thighs burning as I bounce. “I’m coming. I’m coming” he gasps, as his face contorts and his legs and feet twitch. I cover his mouth with my hand as he pinches my nipples hard, causing me to let out a moan. I squeeze my vaginal muscles and ride his cock as it erupts with cum. He squints his eyes, being as quiet as he can. I wait until his breathing almost returns to normal, then slowly slide off of his penis. “Fuck.” He whispers. He stands up, handing me a towel. I wipe myself off and put my clothes back on, as does he. “What should we do?” I ask. “It was good.” He whispers. “Really good. Maybe we shouldn’t do it again though.” “Yeah” I agree with him. I check my text messages to see when I arrived. “It’s been almost an hour. I should go.” I say, quietly. “Okay. I’ll see you in class”. Nick responds. I walk out of the apartment and back to my car, taking a moment to regain my computer and think things over. I eat a mint on the drive home. Brian is on the couch in the living room, watching TV. “Hi, baby! How was your sleep?” I greet him. “Good, how was school?” Brian asks. “It was fine. I’m going to take a shower.” I reply, heading for the bathroom. “Okay, I love you!” Brian calls. “You too” I respond.
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