The Dorm Room Bet – 2 [MF]

I’d just cheated on my long term, long distance girlfriend. I was in a panic. Sick to my stomach. This was not who I was.

Except it clearly was. The smell of Kristin flooded my nostrils. She was literally all over my face despite the shower we just finished. I scrubbed my face over the sink again, and re-brushed my teeth. The scent of her sex was intoxicating and omnipresent. I realized it was as much rooted in my memory as anything. I remembered how seamlessly we kissed each other. The feel of her pubic hair pushing on her soaking wet underwear up against my face. My cock twitched a little as I started to get hard again thinking about it. Then reality snapped me back to my situation.

I went and slept in my bed. I didn’t bother to collect Jill from the couch. I didn’t think I should touch her after what I’d just done. My mind vacillated between preparing to talk to Jill, and wondering where Kristin was and what she was doing. I actually whispered out loud. “You are in fucking trouble, buddy.” I caught three hours of fitful sleep, before the consequences of my actions would catch up to me.

“Hey handsome!” Jill shuffled hung over into my room and fell onto my bed next to me, absentmindedly curling up under my arm. I fought the subconscious urge to pull away from this lovely creature I’d just betrayed. Not enough.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. I needed to proceed very carefully, but this is a story about 18 year old me, so…

“Something happened last night.” Jill’s aggressive side presented itself as I felt my wind leave me from the literal gut punch. “What the fuck are you talking about?” It was not said nicely.

“Look, Jill, I realized that we need to take a hard look at this long distance thing.” I started.

She would have none of it. “Oh, you realized that after I passed out last night? Who else helped with this realization?” She put me on the defensive immediately.

I was about to level up in my first real foray into being duplicitous. “I realized all day while you were hanging out with all of the people I like, know, and hang out with, that you’re not actually one of those people anymore. Of course I like you. But I don’t know that much about who you are now. We’re already becoming different people, and minimum, we have three and a half more years of changing. Do you really think we can last? Do you want to if we don’t know who we’ll be then?”

The last part crushed her. But Jill was brilliant, and not short sighted. She was however proud. “Are you seriously going to dump me in front of all these people? That had a bet on whether I would fuck you?” She started to grow angrier. The idea of the bet informing our break up was rightfully mortifying to her. We agreed not to make any decision until she returned to her school. In reality, it was a silent acknowledgment that we were over but I would not admit as much until she was gone. To say the rest of her six hours before she caught a train was awkward is an understatement.

I felt a mix of shame, guilt, optimism, and relief when I watched her get on the train. It took roughly 30 seconds for the smell of Kristin to re-flood my nostrils and distill that cocktail of motions down to one. Desire. My memory of the smell of her sex was short circuiting my brain, and I set off back to campus as fast as I could.

The dorm floor was on fire with news of the bet.  I was congratulated as an insult more times
than I care to count, as I meandered through the milieu trying to find Kristen.  She was nowhere.
Jenn saw me from down the hall.  She had a shit eating grin on her face as she approached me.  “Rumor has it someone has a secret, Schmorg.”  She beamed as she said it.

“Rumor has it the three of you did some secret keeping of your own, Jenn.”  I shot back.  “Where is she?”  I was done with any pretense.  Every fiber of my youthful male brain was focused on finding Kristin.
“Where’s who?”
“You know exactly fucking who!”  I smiled to camouflage my , but I wasn’t fooling little-miss-matchmaker. 
“Oh my! Schmorg, are you smitten?”  I didn’t think it was possible for a human to smile more than Jenn did right then.  The fucking wise-ass.

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