[M]y Nerdy Girl[F]riend – After Paris, sort of… (Part 10 of my saga with Beth)

This is the latest installment as I share the details of those crazy times in my life spent with Beth. If you haven’t caught up with the previous episode it’s on my profile. This one starts off right where Part 9 left off. Another long read, but you’d better strap in for this one.

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I didn’t stay over with Annie. She asked me to, but it wasn’t like that with us. I suppose part of me wanted to stay, if only to add to the depth of my anger at Beth for what I assumed she was doing with Philippe. But the other part of me definitely didn’t want to stay over, because that could mean that Annie was something more than just my fuck toy. So after a few minutes laying with her, I got up and got dressed, feeling like a total dirtbag for using her like that.“That was amazing,” I told Annie. I gave her a deep kiss. “I’m gonna head out.”

“When am I going to see you again?” Annie asked. Her eyes were glistening. She blinked through it.

“I’m not sure,” I replied. “I go back to school in a couple of days.”

She got very quiet and looked at the floor. “I’ve got some things to get finished up before I head back. How bout I call you tomorrow?” I lied. She knew it. I felt even worse.

One more quick kiss and I walked out of her room. I pulled the door shut behind me. Before I took my second step, I heard Annie start to cry, softly. I paused for a few seconds. Then I walked downstairs and out the front door. God damn, I was an absolute douchebag.

I wrestled with my emotions as I drove back home. I hated myself for using Annie once again. She had been pining for me for a long time, and in between our escapades she had surely turned down chances to be with a guy who would return her affection. I was That Guy – the kind of guy who just uses people to get what he wants and doesn’t give a damn. “Shit,” I said to myself. “I’m no better than Steven.” Well, maybe I wasn’t such an overt dickhead, but I was certainly deserving the kind of near-ass-kicking I gave Steven when he treated Laura like shit.

But what was I going to do about Beth? I was certain she was fucking that French guy behind my back. She wasn’t any better of a person in all of this than I was. I hadn’t decided if I would tell her about this night with Annie, but if I did it might be just out of spite.

Then the emotional pendulum swung back the other way. What if there wasn’t anything between Beth and Phillippe? What if I’d overreacted and then Beth got upset about me and Annie? I realized I may have just fucked up something really special.But then my clever, conniving brain took over. I needed to see if Beth was going to tell me about Philippe. Even if she didn’t sleep with him, which I was sure she did, I figured she’d have to say something about him eventually. So I decided to keep this episode with Annie to myself. I’d tell Beth about it if the situation warranted.

I got home, went straight to my room, and stripped down to my boxers. I flopped down on the bed, emotionally exhausted, and I stared at the ceiling. “Damn,” I said to myself. “You’re such a piece of shit.”

I was wracked with guilt and self-loathing, yet I was thinking about the night I’d just had. Annie was so willing to do anything with me. Hell, she’d planned for me to fuck her in the ass. And assfuck her I did. As I replayed it in my head, my hand found my cock, already hard. All the recent deposits in the spank bank came forward. As I pictured my cock pressing in to Annie’s asshole, it was Gym Guy’s huge dick stretching out Gym Girl, it was Philippe slowly sliding into Beth. I stroked slowly at first, while Gym Guy and Philippe thrusted, and while I went balls deep on Annie. In my mind, three guys were pounding three girls in the ass as I picked up the pace. It was all so wrong and so right. As I thrust harder into Annie, the Gym Couple were there on one side snd Phillippe and Beth were on the other. We were all there together just fucking and moaning and grunting as I stroked my rock hard cock. Annie moaned, Gym Girl screamed, and Beth called out my name. I looked over at Beth; I wanted to make sure she saw me drilling Annie’s ass, how much Annie loved it and how I did too. Beth screamed my name again as I snapped back to reality and blew my load onto my chest. I laid there catching my breath. I didn’t know how Beth would really feel about all of this, but I did know these fantasy-memories were going to be with me for a very long time.

Five days went by, and I didn’t call Annie. I should have called her. I should have gone to see her and told her that she meant a lot to me and that I was a dirtbag and that I wanted to treat her better. I should have given Annie what she’d wanted all those years. But I didn’t. I took the easy way out, and I hated myself for it. I avoided Annie for five days and headed back to campus. Beth would be flying back the day after next and I was actually looking forward to it. For all my presumptions about her trip to France, for all my jealousy, I missed Beth and really wanted to see her again.

The day of her arrival came, and I was up early. It was almost twelve hours until her plane was scheduled to land, but I was awake. So I cleaned my apartment. Sheets and towels in the laundry, dust, vacuum, bathrooms, kitchen. Hell, I fucking swept off the balcony! I laughed at myself a couple of times as I realized I was acting like a proper boyfriend who missed his girlfriend. I forgot I was angry at Beth. I went to the store and stocked up on food, including some things I could cook later if Beth was hungry – I skipped the crème brûlée this time but got some strawberries and chocolate to dip them in. Beth was clearly on my mind.

In late afternoon, I was watching the clock, it was about two hours until I needed to leave when the phone rang. I picked it up after the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey you.” I recognized that sexy-slutty voice right away.

“Laura?” I said. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Oh, I just got back into town,” she said. “It was a long drive, traffic sucked getting out of D.C. Nine hours later, and I’m finally here.”

“Well I’m glad you made it,” I said politely.

“So I don’t know if David’s back yet,” Laura continued, “but if you’re by yourself I thought I’d see if you wanted to hang out?”

I was a little confused. “Uh, well I have to go pick up Beth in an hour or so.”

Laura got kind of quiet. “Uh, Beth isn’t coming back for two more days. Didn’t you know that?”

“Umm, what are you talking about?” I asked. “She was flying back to New York last night and then down here today.”

“I thought she got ahold of you. They stayed in Paris a couple extra days,” Laura explained. “Well, she stayed anyway. Her mom and dad came back for some charity function they had to attend. Society bullshit of some sort. I thought you knew.”

“No,” I replied. I was beginning to feel heavy. “She didn’t get ahold of me. I was planning to pick her up later.” The disappointment must have been obvious. I don’t know if the creeping mistrust and jealousy were as apparent over the phone.

“Hey, no big deal. She’ll be here in two more days,” Laura said, clearly picking up on my mood and wanting to cheer me up. “Let’s watch a movie or something. I want to hear all about your Christmas break.”

At that point, all I could think of was why, and who, was keeping her in Paris. It had to be Phillippe. My mood soured even more. Laura could feel it. “Hey, how about I bring over a couple DVDs and we can hang out there?” she offered. “I’ll make popcorn!”

I didn’t know what was going on, but my whole day seemed to end. Fuck it, I thought. I might as well try to keep my mind off Beth. “Yeah,” I said to Laura sullenly. “Come on over. But I’ll do you one better. I got some stuff at the store today – I’ll make dinner.”

“Ooh!” Laura seemed genuinely excited. “I’ve heard about your cooking!” Then she chuckled. “We can skip the crème brûlée though.”

“Oh damn,” I cringed. “I guess you heard about that.” Jesus, girls do talk to each other.

“I’ll see you at six!” she said.

I hung up and sat at the kitchen table. I just knew that Beth stayed for Phillippe. I felt stupid for being excited to see her. I felt stupid for caring about her. I could feel my emotions starting to harden. I was stupid to think it would ever be more with Beth. “Fuck it,” I said to myself. “I don’t need her.”

Laura came over just after six. I had already been busy in the kitchen; if nothing else, cooking was a pleasant escape for me. I made a simple beef stroganoff with a salad and some crusty bread. “Hey,” I said to Laura when she arrived. “Come on in, everything will be ready in about a half hour.”

It was nice to see Laura. She was more than just the sexy girl at the party; she was actually a fun person to be around. We talked and drank some wine and told each other all about our holidays. When dinner was ready, we set the table and I served it up restaurant style.“

I can’t believe you made all of this!” Laura said. “It looks delicious!”

“I hope you like it,” I said.

She took a bite. “Oh my god this is so good!” I could tell she meant it, which lifted my spirits a bit. “I guess you’re good at a lot of things,” she said with that sexy smirk. I just rolled my eyes.

We ate quietly for a few minutes, then Laura broke the silence. “Thank you so much for this,” she said. “It’s so nice of you to cook for me.”

“No problem,” I said. “I like to cook. And I was planning to cook tonight anyway.”

Laura looked right at me. “I know you’re disappointed about Beth,” she said. I looked down at my plate. “Hey, like I told you, you’re both special to me. I mean it.”

“I think we both know why she stayed in Paris, Laura,” I said evenly. “And why she didn’t bother to tell me about any of this.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she said. “But hey – don’t overthink this. Talk to her when she’s back and see where it goes. You guys make each other happy. That counts for something.”

I looked up at Laura. She had a point. After a moment, I smiled and reached my hand across the table. Laura grabbed my hand with hers. “Thanks,” I said.

We finished dinner and the bottle of wine, talking about everything except Beth. Afterward, we opened a second bottle and sat on the couch to watch some random DVD. I felt a bit better about things. It was nice to have Laura there with me.

About half an hour into the movie I refilled our wine glasses. A bottle and a half down and we were both starting to feel it. “C’mere,” I said to Laura. She slid over on the couch and snuggled up next to me. I grabbed a blanket and covered us up with it. It was nice, and I was feeling warm and tipsy.

Whatever the movie was, it had a rather steamy sex scene. I couldn’t help but get a boner. Laura must have sensed it, or she just figured I must have gotten excited, as she was turned on too. “I know this is getting you hard,” she said.

“Well, if you had a dick it would be hard too!” I joked. That made us both laugh.

But Laura leaned closer and said softly to me, “well, it’s making me really wet.”

Fuck, that brought me instantly to full wood. “God damn,” I whispered, “you really know how to turn me on.”

“I think the wine is making me extra horny,” she said.

“Is this why you came over tonight?” I asked.

She pulled back a little bit. “No. I swear! I just wanted to hang out with a friend.”

I smiled and adjusted the blanket which was now rather tented by my hard dick.“Of course,” Laura continued, “you’re a friend who cooks. And snuggles on the couch.” She paused. “And has a thick cock.” She giggled as she ran her hand along my thigh.

“Fuck…” I whispered slowly. “I don’t know what to do here.”

“Neither do I,” Laura said. She touched my cheek and turned my face toward hers. She kissed me softly, sucking gently on my bottom lip.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Neither do I,” she said. She kissed me full on this time, probing into my mouth with her tongue.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. “Fuck.” Laura moved her hand over to my throbbing dick.

“Damn,” she whispered. “I remember this cock.”

I let out a long breath. “I don’t know if we should.”

“I don’t either,” she said as we kissed again, enjoying the moment and feeling the wine. “You’re not stopping me though.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not.” I pressed my hand against her breast. She was warm and willing and there with me. “Fuck,” I said again.

We kissed more deeply, exploring each others mouths as I played with her nipples through her shirt and Laura stroked my cock through my pants.

We stopped kissing for a moment and looked right into each others eyes. Laura gave me the slightest nod, a subtle and passionate “yes.” I thought for a moment that maybe I would stop there, but I didn’t want to hold back. I leaned back and unbuttoned my pants.

Laura instinctively slid down from the couch and helped me pull my pants off. My thick cock was stiff as a board. She knelt between my feet and stroked me gently. She lifted up my cock and took my balls into her mouth one at a time. Slowly, Laura licked all around my balls and the base of my shaft.

“Fuck,” I said slowly as Laura continued to lick and suck my balls. “That feels so fucking good.” She ran her tongue up the length of my shaft and moved her hands down to play with my balls. I moaned some more. She circled the tip with her tongue, paying extra attention to the edges and the underside. She teased me with her tongue, making me ache for her full mouth.

Finally, as if to give me relief from torture, she wrapped her lips tightly around the head of my dick. She used her tongue to swirl around the head some more, and then she plunged her mouth down onto my hard cock. “Oh fuck!” I said more loudly. She pushed my cock deeper into her throat, coating it with mucous and saliva. She was making gagging noises as she struggled with my girth. After a minute or so, she came up for a breath.

“God damn,” Laura said. “That’s fucking thick!” And then she plunged downward again, taking my cock into the back of her throat, bobbing up and down. The sounds were incredible as she gagged and hummed and drooled all over me. It was wet and hot and it felt amazing.

“Oh god that feels so good,” I said. She kept at it for a while, alternating between throating and sucking my cock and then licking my balls once again. It was absolutely incredible.

Laura stood up and stripped off her shirt, showing me her nice perky tits. Then she took off her pants to reveal her freshly trimmed pussy framed by a small landing strip. She dropped back to her knees and got back to that amazing blowjob. Faster this time, bobbing up and down on me with her mouth and stroking me with one hand. With her other hand, she reached down to finger herself.

That got me going quickly. “Fuck that’s hot,” I said. She kept at it, swirling her tongue around my tip and plunging her mouth back down. She began to moan as she quickened the pace of her fingering. “Oh fuck that’s so good…” I said with a moan, which elicited more moans from her. Her moaning became more high pitched as she again quickened the pace with her fingers.After another minute, Laura moaned loudly and started to shake as she reached orgasm but never let up on my cock. “Oh fuck!” I said. “I’m gonna come!” I told her. When she heard that, she thrust her head as far down on my cock as she could, deep into her throat. I couldn’t hold back and blasted my cum down her throat. She held steady as my cock twitched in her mouth. I arched my back and groaned with pleasure. I must have kept cumming for more than a minute as Laura swallowed every drop.

“Oh fuck,” I said breathlessly, “that was fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with a grin, drool coating her lips and dripping down her chin. “I thought it was amazing too.”

I drew Laura in close to put her tits right in my face. I squeezed her breasts and sucked on her nipples as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. “Mmmmm” she purred as I circled her hard nipples with my tongue. She ran her hands through my hair, which drives me crazy. I looked up at Laura and smiled mischievously, and she smiled back. “What?” she asked at the glint in my eye.

“Something else I’m pretty good at,” I said, and I lifted her slightly while lowering her onto her back beside me. I rotated her feet to the floor and took up the same kneeling position as she had before me. She dutifully spread her legs as I buried my face in her dripping wet pussy. I kissed and licked all around her thighs, labia, and her landing strip. I spent a long time all around until she was moaning. “Oh god, stop teasing me!” she pleaded.

So with that I went straight in with my tongue, swirling it around her hole as she whimpered. I probed in and out and then flicked my tongue back and forth as it glided up her slit. I finally reached her clit, already swollen with anticipation of my tongue’s arrival. I swirled around and flicked it lightly then pressed my lips around it. As I applied gentle suction, I swirled around her clit some more as Laura began to move her hips and whimper more loudly. “Oh my god, right there,” she said.I kept at it with a combination of suction and tongue work as I used two fingers to circle her hole. I could feel how hot and wet she was, getting closer to climax. “Oh god,” she moaned as I picked up the pace and pressed my face more firmly into her pussy. Laura’s noises were getting me hard again.

“Oh fuck,” she said with more urgency, which let me know it was time to bring it home. I pressed my fingers into her wet hole and thrust them in and out a couple of times, then turned my hand palm-side up to stroke her g-spot. “Oh Jesus!” she yelled, as her hips started to squirm up and down. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she shouted, as I kept up the suction, tongue flicking, and finger stroking. Laura shuddered and screamed and arched her back as she came hard. I kept going for a full minute as she screamed and shook until she seemed she couldn’t take any more.

My cock was fully hard again, so I immediately flipped her over, knees on the floor and body on the couch. I knelt behind her and lined up my cock with her pussy. She was so slick already that I slid straight in. “God damn!” Laura shouted. “Fuck that’s thick!”

“Mmph,” I grunted. “Damn you’re so tight and wet!” I immediately started thrusting. This wasn’t going to be a long slow fuck, but rather a good hard pounding. “Oh! Mmmmm…” I moaned.

I grabbed Laura’s hips tightly in my fists and thrust hard but with the full stroke of my seven inch length. The sound of wetness was accentuated by the slapping of our bodies as I thrust hard and fast. Laura’s pleasured shrieks combined with my baritone moans as we fucked hard. Laura gripped the couch cushions as I railed her from behind. “Oh my god!” she screamed. “Oh fuck me hard!”

“Oh yeah!” I joined in. “You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Uh-huh” Laura said in between thrusts.

I pounded her sopping wet pussy for what must have been four or five minutes when Laura started to climax. I could feel her pussy gripping tighter as her hips started to tremble. “Oh my god!” she screamed. “Oh fuck me so hard!”

“Oh fuck!” I said. “I’m gonna cum!” And Laura’s whole body started to shake as her orgasm consumed her.

“Don’t pull out!” she ordered. A few more thrusts and I exploded deep inside her. She pushed back into me as I held her there, pumping my cum into her. She shook again as I felt the convulsions of her pussy around my still-twitching dick. I stayed inside her until the last twitch and then pulled out, collapsing onto the floor.

Laura collapsed down beside me. “Shit,” she said. “That’s was amazing.”“Yeah, it was,” I said.

We laid there, side by side, catching our breath together. We laughed a little, still a bit buzzed from the wine and very much buzzing from the intense sex.

After a few minutes, we got up, still naked, and we cuddled under the blanket on the couch. Then reality began to set in.

“Damn,” said Laura. “For the record, that was not my intent this evening.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I mused sarcastically.

“Seriously,” she said playfully. “I only came over as a friend.”

“Regrets?” I asked.

“Hmmm,” Laura thought. “No, not really. But I don’t know how Beth is going to react when she finds out.”

“When she finds out?” I asked quizzically. “And how is she going to find out?”

“Really?” Laura replied. “I assumed we would tell her.”

“Look, she already knows we fooled around that night at the party,” I explained. “It didn’t bother her then. And until I got jealous seeing her felt up by that frat guy the other time, she didn’t even talk about exclusivity.” I was talking myself into this justification.

“I don’t know,” Laura said doubtfully.

“Well, she didn’t tell me about her secret French lover!” I replied. “And she didn’t tell me about staying longer in Paris. So I’m not going to say anything until she comes clean about all of that.”

Laura narrowed her gaze and paused for a moment. “You certainly seem to have thought about this,” she noted. “Just a couple hours ago you were all excited to see her.”

Laura was on to me. I just looked at her and froze. She stared right back at me. “What aren’t you telling me?” she probed.

I took a deep breath. I told Laura about Annie. Nothing too detailed, just that I went to see her and we slept together. I told her about our past history and how off and on I’d been with her. I told Laura about how guilty I felt and how I hated myself for using Annie like that. But it was knowing that Beth was fucking Phillippe behind my back that had motivated me.

“Jesus,” she said. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Honestly, I get it. I do. And frankly, now I’m a part of this story.”

I sat there, stone faced. “Yeah,” I said. “I guess you are. What do you want to do?”

“Look,” she said. “This was great tonight. We both had fun. I’m sure you had fun with that Annie girl too.”

“Yeah. For sure,” I said, a little too excitedly.

She raised an eyebrow and continued. “Don’t overthink it. It’s just sex. You two have something beyond that. Beth probably did sleep with Phillippe. So what? She should have been open about it. But that’s between you two. I’ll leave it to you to tell her about tonight at the right time.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Hell,” Laura continued, “it’s not the first time she and I have slept with the same guy.”

“Say what?” I asked.

Laura grinned. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

I let it go. We sat silently for another minute. I was thinking through all that had happened. I wasn’t feeling as jealous as I had been. But my conniving brain was still thinking about how to confront Beth. Deep down I wanted her to feel guilty and ashamed for sneaking around.Laura broke the silence. “So tell me more about this Annie girl.”

“Like what?” I asked.“Tell me about your night together,” Laura said, getting that sexy glint in her eye that I’d seen many times before. I paused; it wasn’t in my nature to divulge details of my encounters. “How did it start?” she pressed on.

I figured she was curious. Maybe she wanted to see how similar our fling was to my night with Annie. So I told her how it started, with coffee and conversation, a little flirting, and me driving her home.“So what happened when you took her home?” Laura probed.

I told Laura how I hesitated on the doorstep, unsure about going through with it. And then how Annie invited me in.“Hmm,” she said.

“Hmm?” I asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sounds like she was interested too,” Laura explained. “You didn’t say no, though.”

“No I didn’t,” I replied.

“Go on,” she insisted.

So I told Laura how we had gone upstairs, and how Annie had bought some “supplies.” Laura grinned slyly and urged me to keep telling the story. I told her about the blowjob and Annie doing her best to try deepthroating. Laura kept pressing me along the way for more details, asking about how Annie did various things, asking about how it felt and what it sounded like. I could tell she was getting turned on. I got to the part about blowing my load down Annie’s throat.“Oh fuck,” Laura said. “What happened after that?”

I kept retelling the story. I recounted how I went down on Annie, how I aggressively licked and sucked her pussy, just like I’d done earlier with Laura but without the teasing. “Mmmm…” Laura purred.

And then I mentioned Annie’s butt plug surprise. “Holy shit!” Laura said. “She really game-planned the whole evening!” I was excited now to tell the story and by how it was turning Laura on. I kept going, talking about Annie’s orgasms on my tongue. It was then that I noticed Laura’s hand under the blanket. She had pivoted one leg to spread herself open and was fingering her pussy. I was getting hard as she pleasured herself.

I kept going with the story, adding full details without Laura prompting me to. I told her about our hard doggy style fuck and how I pulled out the butt plug and replaced it with the dildo. Laura closed her eyes and started to moan. I reached down and stroked my cock.I went on to tell Laura how I lined up my cock and pressed it slowly into Annie’s asshole. “Fuuuuck,” Laura moaned.

I told her how Annie’s asshole stretched around the head of my cock as Laura rubbed her clit and moaned more. I left out no detail as I told Laura how hot and tight Annie’s ass was as it gripped my dick, how I slowly worked up to full thrusts. Laura threw her head back and not her lip. “Mmmmm,” she hummed with a high pitch.

When I got to the last part, Laura was ecstatic. I was stroking my cock more firmly. As I recounted how I could feel Annie’s vibrator in her pussy while I fucked her ass, Laura went over the edge. I threw the blanket onto the floor so I could get a better view. Laura’s pussy was absolutely dripping wet as she rapidly rubbed her clit. I only realized then that with her other hand, she was rubbing her asshole. She came hard, screaming loudly as her whole body twitched and shook. “Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!!!’”

“God damn!” I said as I continued stroking.

“Oh fuck that was so hot!” Laura said. She was still playing with herself as she came down from her climax. She was pressing her fingers into her wet pussy and then spreading her juice around her tiny asshole. Then she got that look on her face, the one I’d seen so many times before.

“You know,” she said with a lowered voice, “I’ve never taken it in the ass before.”That made my cock harder than it had ever been.

“Jesus, you’re insatiable,” I said. As she stared straight at me, she pressed her middle finger into her ass and moaned softly. “I don’t think you can take this,” I said slyly. “It’s a lot bigger than that finger.”

“I wanna try,” she said. “With you.”

I paused for a moment. This was another turning point. Laura was sliding her finger in and out of her tight asshole. “Well, we’ve gone this far,” I said.

I picked Laura up from the couch and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, laying her head on my shoulder. We walked into my room and I tossed her playfully on the bed. She giggled, slid over to one side and resumed fingering her ass. Fortunately I had some astroglide in the drawer – every good man keeps lube handy, after all. I grabbed it, put some on my hand, and said, “you’ll need to warm up.” I laid beside Laura and slid a lubed finger into her ass alongside her own. It was really tight, and she winced a little. “Relax,” I said, and I licked her nipple. We slowly worked our fingers around, in and out of her ass, as I alternated between kissing and sucking on her tit. I got some more lube on my hand and worked a second finger inside, as Laura gasped softly. “Shhh…,” I said. “Just take it in.”

We worked on this for around fifteen minutes. I could feel her body heat, and her pussy was practically gushing onto my hand. Between her own natural lube and the bottle, everything was really slick. She pulled her own finger out as I inserted a third. She was loosening up nicely. We continued for a few more minutes until she said, “put your thick cock inside me.”

Her wish was my command. I knelt up, my cock raging hard, and flipped Laura up onto her knees. I emptied the bottle onto my cock and spread the lube from base to tip. With one leg up and one knee down, I pressed firmly into Laura’s ass. The warmup and the fresh lube did the trick. It took some force, but I got the head of my cock into her tight hot asshole. Laura whined as I stretched her out. “Are you ok?” I asked her.

“Mmmph…” she grunted, “it’s so big.”

“Should I keep going?” I asked.“Yes, but go slow,” she instructed.

Of course I knew the hard part was over. I pressed inward, and as my head slid fully in, her asshole gripped tightly around my shaft. Laura groaned. I pressed in further, sliding slowly until I was all the way in. “Oh, fuck!” Laura shouted. “It’s so fucking thick!”

I held my cock there, fully inside her, and rotated my hips around gently. Laura moaned some more as she experienced this new kind of pleasure. I slid out slowly and then back in, feeling her ass expand and contract with the movement. She moaned louder, and moved a hand up to her clit. “Oh, fuuuuuuck” she said with a guttural moan as she started to finger herself once again.I slid out and back in again, starting to pick up the pace. The sensation was incredible. I started to thrust in earnest. Out and in, out and in, grabbing Laura’s hips for balance. I put my other foot on the bed, both feet flat on the mattress for leverage. I sped up as Laura let out some high-pitched whines. “Oh my god!” she said as I got into my rhythm. “Oh fuck!” she yelled. I was thrusting hard now, with my big ballsack slapping up against her ass cheeks on every inward stroke.

“Do you like that?” I said, as my breathing accelerated.

“Yes!,” she shouted back. “Fuck my ass!”

It was a good thing I’d already cum twice or I wouldn’t have lasted very long. The combination of Laura’s tight asshole, her intense body heat, her loud vocalizations, and the naughtiness of it all had me right at the edge. I went on for a good five minutes longer though, as Laura came once or maybe twice more.Finally, I could feel my balls tighten up. “Fuuuuuuucccckkk,” I moaned. Laura was still whimpering and fingering herself in her own world of new pleasure. She screamed and shook as she came again, while I pulled out my cock and jacked a fresh load onto her back. It was a surprisingly big load for my third of the night.

I was spent. I collapsed beside Laura as we both came down from our intense highs. “Damn,” she said, “that was intense.”“Did you like it?” I asked.“Oh hell yes,” she said enthusiastically. And with a giggle, she said, “is there anything you’re NOT good at?”

I smiled at the compliment as I reached for the tissues. “I appreciate that,” I said. “But I’m just an average guy.”

“I’d say you’re well above average,” she continued.

“Thanks,” I replied. “I know I’m not the best looking or the most athletic or the smartest, and I don’t have the biggest dick around. But I love to make people happy. And judging by the sound of it tonight,” I laughed, “I think I succeeded with you.”

Laura looked at me intensely. “That’s the most honest post-orgasm comment I’ve ever heard,” she chuckled. And then she got serious. “I get what she sees in you.”

“Beth?” I asked. “What does she see in me?”

“You’re unselfish,” Laura said. “You care.” I laughed a little, playing down her compliments.

“No, I mean it!” She protested. “You do care. And not just in bed. I totally get it now. You’re a generally good guy.”

“All this because I fucked you in the ass?” I teased.

“Stop it!” Laura scolded me playfully. “You sell yourself short. Beth is insane if she lets you get away.”

I was embarrassed by Laura’s praise. I didn’t know what to say. “Well, thank you. I’ve never thought about myself that way.”

“And as for fucking me in the ass,” she said. If we end up telling Beth about tonight, maybe we should leave this part out.

We laughed. “Agreed,” I said.

We pulled the covers up over us. We were both exhausted, and Laura snuggled up against me before drifting off to sleep. I laid awake for a few minutes, running through everything that had happened in the last few weeks: the passionate night with Beth followed by the rushed drive to the airport, my discovery of Beth’s secret French lover, my jealous funk that led me to Annie’s bed, the intense encounter we had followed by waves of self-loathing, my excitement to reunite with Beth and then my crushing disappointment at her change of plans, the re-emergence of my jealousy and the unplanned encounter with Laura, and the culmination of it all that had me lying there next to my girlfriend’s roommate following one of the most intimate acts a couple can do.

“How did I get here?” I asked myself. It was all too much to fathom. Beth would be back in two days, and I had no idea what would happen. I closed my eyes and pictured Beth’s dark, curly hair. I saw her dressed in those plain jeans and a loose sweatshirt as she smiled at me. I heard her laugh and felt the softness of her lips as she kissed me that first time. I didn’t deserve her. Or maybe we just didn’t deserve each other. In two days, I’d find out how this was all going to go.

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