When I was living in the dorms, I found out that the guy I had been dating for a short while was cheating on me with a girl that also had her own boyfriend. I dumped the guy when he tried explaining to me what happened before the real story got back to me. I knew what had happened because I got a text from Hunter, the boyfriend of the girl my boyfriend had been cheating on me with.
I was sitting in my dorm room alone that night when I got a knock on my door. It was Hunter, and he wanted to tell me that he had walked in on them when they were hooking up.
I nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, that’s really shitty. I am sorry that happened to you man.”
“You’re affected too,” he told me, “Do you want to drink with me?”
“Sure,” I told him. He left and returned a few minutes later with some cheap alcohol and a few disposable cups.
“I would rather be here because if we go to my dorm room, there is a chance she will try and find me there. I don’t want my roommates letting her in to surprise me,” he explained.
“I get it, my roommate won’t mind. She will be here in a little bit.”
After a few drinks, he had started to hatch a plan.
“I think we should hook up,” he told me.
“Then we can send them pictures or something to show them what they’re missing.”
Typically, I wouldn’t have been okay with the plan. But I was young, I had been drinking, and I was still pretty pissed off, and now I was ready to start moving on.
“Sure,” I told him, “let’s do it. My roommate is coming back soon, so we can’t do it here.”
Now we had to figure out where to go because we did not want my roommate to walk in on us. I had one idea. I grabbed my shower stuff and a few towels. We were going to hide in one of the shower stalls.
It was late at night, so after making sure there was no one in the girl’s bathrooms, I snuck Hunter past the bathroom stalls and down the hall where the shower stalls were located. There were doors on the shower stalls, and a curtain that separated the middle area from the shower area so you could put your things down on the bench without your things getting wet.
I put the towels down on the bench and I started to undress. At first Hunter seemed unsure, glancing away from me.
“We have to run the shower,” I told him. “People will be able to tell there is someone in here if they come in, and the shower will cover the noises of two people being in here.”
He nodded and started to undress as well.
I turned on the shower and stepped into the stream of hot water. He followed me in and ran his hands up and down my sides. I turned around and looked at him expectantly, now that the time had come, I think he was a little nervous about what to do. I was a little nervous too, but I had gotten this far. I could tell he was turned on by me, I could see it.
“What the hell?” he muttered as he shrugged, and he leaned down and kissed me, his hands tangling in my wet hair.
After a moment, he started to push up against me, backing me up until my back was against the wall. His hands running up and down my sides, he brushed the sides of my boobs, eventually stopping on them to cup them, flipping the tips of his thumbs over my nipples. I made a humming noise as he kissed the side of my neck as his fingers continued to touch sensitive skin.
Then he stopped and pulled back.
I looked at him confused and he led me to the little bench in the middle room of the shower stall. He pushed my shoulders down so I was in a sitting position before he got down on his knees in front of me. Lifting my left leg, he ran his tongue over the inside of my leg, working up to my thigh. I squirmed in anticipation and he used the leverage of his grip on my leg to pull me forward so that I was sitting on the very edge of the bench.
He looked up at me as he used his finger to run over my clit, I gasped, and he upped the pressure. Then he leaned forward and replaced his finger with his mouth. He gripped my hips tightly as he started to drive me to orgasm. I used the spare towel to muffle my moans, worried that the sound would carry in the tiled bathroom. When I went over the edge of my orgasm, I leaned forward, biting down on my lip to keep myself quiet.
I stood on shaky legs and pulled him back into the spray of the shower, rubbing my body, slick from the water up and down his front. Then, as I rubbed against him, I did not stop shrinking down, until I was on my knees in front of him.
I took him in my mouth, repaying the favor when I stopped. “Grab my phone,” I told him.
He looked at me confused for a moment but leaned over and grabbed my phone that I had set on top of my clothes. He handed it to me, and I opened the camera app and returned his dick to my mouth. I snapped a picture. He laughed and pulled me into a standing position, careful to not get my phone wet.
I pressed my back against the wall, and he pulled my leg up, so it was resting on a ledge in the shower. He held my leg up with one hand and gripped his dick with the other. He used the tip of it to run around the entrance to my pussy and I hummed in anticipation. He slid into me pretty quickly and I lost a little bit of my ability to hold my self up. He moved his hands to my hips to hold me up, bending my leg so it was wrapped around his waist.
As he pumped into me, over and over, he picked up his speed to the point where I was panting to hold myself up and if I didn’t hold my body against the wall, I would hit against the hard tiled wall. He moved his hands to pin me against the wall, but eventually he pulled back and turned me so that my hands rested on the ledge, my back to him. He bent my body over until he liked the angle and thrust back into me, my body rocked forward with the momentum.
We had not been trying to be quiet, but we were keeping the moans and panting to a minimum just to be safe. But we stopped entirely when we heard the door open to the bathroom. We held still as we listened to a girl walk around the bathroom. Unsure what she was doing, we held still and listened. She paused outside the doors to the showers and then moved into one of the other stalls and turned on the shower. We let out the breath we had been holding and moved to continue what we had been doing… but quieter than we had been.
We found our rhythm again, his hands on my waist, guiding my body down his shaft. I felt him grow inside of me, close to climax. He reached around my front with one hand, rubbing my clit as he continued to push into me. I came again a few moments before he followed me over.
As he eased out, he helped me rise to standing straight up before releasing me. Then, he grabbed his phone and posed my body in such a way that only his face and my body were visible. It was my chest pressed against his naked body.
We grabbed the towels and dried off, then we got dressed. We snuck out of the bathroom, with me checking to make sure the coast was clear. The girl was still oblivious to us, in her own shower stall.
Maybe it was not the best decision I ever made, but it made me feel better then. I had a lot of fun that night too, Hunter was a much better lay than my ex.
A few months later I saw my ex with another girl. I guess it didn’t work out with Hunter’s ex… she had cheated on him, and then eventually left him, for another guy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/of167x/they_cheated_we_got_revenge_f
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