Grad School Friday Nights: Chapter 1: Andrew In The Library [Cheating][Cuckold]

Chapter 1: Andrew In The Library

I went to grad school for a number of reasons, so I could advance my career, so I could make important connections in the event I ever want to teach, and kind of just to do it. I did very well in undergrad so I was given excellent financial aid by every school I applied to. I don’t regret my decision to spend a little more of my twenties in academia, but sometimes it’s a little depressing when I see my college buddies already in the formal adult world with industry jobs, while I’m still… here, cramming for tests, doing homework, lab reports, and all that nonsense.

I was in one of the engineering libraries when it happened, I had overdue work for a class I was a TA for, just grading work along with answering the occasional email when I thought I’d look at instagram.

The girl in the first photo of my feed looked familiar, but I knew it wasn’t Sophia after a few seconds. I took a moment to look through her profile, she was someone I’d absentmindedly followed a few years earlier, after I saw her tagged in a friend’s photo and thought she was hot. I’d jerked off to her a few times in place of Sophia, but it was never the same.

Sophia was my girlfriend my sophomore year of college, the whole time we were together it was very clear she was dating down. That doesn’t really say much about me, since I’m relatively attractive, but it says a lot about her. Sophia has been offered modeling jobs since freshman year, she’s a 5’8” asian with flawless tan skin, long black hair which she keeps in a wolf cut, and a body like no other. Imagine a taller, more perfect Chanel Uzi. In highschool she was a four sport athlete, in college she was co-captain of the volleyball team and at the same time she became a health and fitness influencer. Imagine Sommer Ray’s content which advertises clothing and fitness brands, but on a significantly lower level.

We dated for 9 months before I found her cheating on me.

I walked into her dorm to pick up something I’d forgotten earlier that day, and I saw her face down ass up on her bed with one of the student athletes behind her, taking deep strokes in and out of her.

I don’t know how long I stood in the doorway for, but I got a long look at them in action.

The guy was about 6’7” and looked as though he were made of pure muscle. He held my girlfriend by the small of her waist pushing her up and down his cock with one hand and with the other he pressed her face into the mattress. All while thrusting his massive cock in and out of my precious, beautiful girlfriend. With each stroke I could see more of his cock, it was thick, about as thick as a soda can. Each stroke was made from base to tip, with him hilting himself deep in my girlfriend’s pussy each time, only to come out all the way, save half an inch still in her. His raw, uncovered, cock glistened whenever it was out, shining from my girlfriend’s juices, I’d never seen her so wet. And he was long, his dick was probably the length of my girlfriend’s forearm, both of which lay in front of her, pressing into the bedsheets in an attempt to resist falling off the mattress from the sheer amount of force her lover applied with each stroke.

I think the volume of one of his balls was bigger than the volume of my whole hard dick.

By the time they noticed me standing there it had probably already been two or three minutes. The god of a man slowed down his strokes and took his hand off my girlfriend’s head and she fumbled her limbs around to sit up and face me, all while the man still pumped his dick inside her.

I think she was going to apologize, our eyes met, and her lips curled into some kind of shape.

Then the man sped up, he flexed his cock and sped up fucking her. All in a moment too fast to properly perceive the speed of, in my state of utter emasculation, he grabbed my girlfriend’s long hair and pulled it back to help her face me. And she came. Her eyes which had met mine and conveyed guilt closed, her mouth and beautiful full lips which were about to say something only let out a guttural, instinctual moan, and her legs seemed to buckle as her toes curled up.

The only words she could manage to grunt out in my presence were, “I’m cumming again”.

I came in my pants right then and stormed off. Deep in my mind, in a part of my very consciousness, through a phenomena that can’t be described by science, I knew the god of a man was smirking, not laughing, not smiling, but smirking.

I sent Sophia a text message telling her that we’re over and not to contact me, before blocking her and all of her friends on everything I had.

I haven’t had sex since my second year in undergrad, and I still wonder sometimes if she thinks of me.

And now here I am, in a university library with a rock hard erection, 4 years later and 2 years into a Phd. It’s been 4 years since I’ve seen her, that goes for in person and online.

It was here where I made a terrible decision, I was going to unblock Sophia.

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