The Swim Team (Closed)

[Apollo Wilde]

She let out a small, snort laugh, before covering her mouth with her other hand. “It was…okay,” she fumbled. Well, maybe he was trying. At least there was some effort to not sound like a complete horn ball. She had to give him that much. And she was in it just as much as he was to get laid.

“Actually," she stopped in her tracks, dragging back on her heels a bit to get him to stop, “I think this place is just fine.” She looked up at him through the long fringe of her eyelashes, catching her lower lip shyly between her teeth. It wasn’t exactly the blatant “come fuck me eyes” that he’d be used to from porn, but she hoped that her message was pretty clear.

“No one’s going to come by for a while…” She took a few steps back, letting her hand slip from his. With space between them now, she figured, well, if this is going to happen, it’s going to be on my terms. I’m going to be in control. “So why don’t we make the most of it?”

With the space between the two of them, she took in a deep breath. This was the boldest thing she’d ever done. And part of her was absolutely thrilled by it. She reached up, and gently tugged down the straps of her tank top. The material was loose, and she easily pushed it down her torso. Her breasts sprang free, completely bare beneath the shirt. Without pausing for a moment, she pushed down the shirt to her waist, and, pushing further, took her skirt off with it.

Her clothing now a puddle at her feet, she looked up at him, and smiled, still shy. With her hair floating airily about her shoulders, she seemed ethereal - more of a nymph than a college student.

“Are you just going to keep standing there…?” She was smiling wider now, like she was biting back a laugh. Boys. So quick to want one thing, and then left clueless when it was offered.

 

[ericrodman101]

And so Seth Gamble prepared to lose his virginity. Eighteen years old, college freshman, good student, crap boyfriend. In the woods on a warm evening to a beautiful girl. Jo. His college senior by a few years, his sexual senior by a lifetime and a heartbeat.

Would it be perfect? Would he be able to please her? Would he ever be able to ask Jo what she honestly thought of the experience? Not for a long while at least.

He knew she wanted more from him than he was giving. Than he was capable of giving? Seth didn't know. How could he? Going all the way was the only vanilla sexual act which still eluded him. No matter how closely he reviewed his sexual journey leading up to this place on the soft downy floor of the wood, Seth never quite understood why it had taken this long. Not just with Jo although the last week had been a full diary of fits and starts, new experiences and old frustrations, shit-crazy sexual experimentation and long time-standing-still intervals when he wondered if it would ever happen and if Jo hadn't decided he was the fuck-friend from hell.

And maybe he was, but it didn't matter to her now, or she needed to close the circle, or she had gone too far to stop, or she actually had some real regard for him.

As for the girls before Jo, well, they were for remembering another time.

"Are you just going to keep standing there?" she asked, floating in the soon-to-be-twilight, framed by her hair. Jo was naked except for her panties. Seth let his eyes examine her, take all of her in, her ripe breasts, the neat symmetry of her hips, the gentle acute of her thighs meeting her torso, her dancer's legs, her small feet springing from the earth.

But it was Jo's face his gaze alighted on. Her seering eyes, her challenging smile, the mouth he'd explored with his tongue and his cock.

"Undress me. Please," he said.

Without a sound Jo stepped forward, still smiling broadly, lifted his shirt, and then undid his belt buckle, then his zip. Seth kept his eyes on her, bending to slip off his jeans and then his boxers. His nerves deserted him and he stood before her, his white cock proud and at her service. He waited for her to look down and survey his swollen offering, and for a long moment she held his stare, her smile burning into him, a happy anticipating smile, washing away the uncertainties he'd felt between them.

"You are beautiful," Seth said, embracing Jo and lowering his mouth to hers. He felt her hand slide down to his hip and then dip between their bodies until her fingers found his shaft and she took control.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her lips parted from his as soon as she could - not that kissing him was unpleasant, but because her hand had landed on the prize. She pulled away, putting distance between them, and then, with a small smile up to him, she sank to her knees in front of him.

Oh, there was that beautiful, beautiful, beautiful cock. She simply stayed on her knees, admiring his length in the fading light. Did he realize how perfect of a cock he had? Probably not. Guys only thought that size was the only thing. But it wasn’t just that. Gently palming him, she savored the heft of him, the silkiness of his skin. Leaning forward, her breath eased over his head. She was tempted, so very tempted, to take him in her mouth, but he’d never last long if she did that. Instead, she reached up and tugged his boxers and jeans down to his ankles.

Coaxing him out of them, she stood up again, only to slip her panties down her thighs and to the ground. Stepping out of them, she now stood before him, entirely nude. Part of her, again, flickered: she shouldn’t be doing this, she was being too bold. As quiet as it was, the sight of his proud cock quickly stilled it further. Now, how to take him? What would be best…?

“Mmm…why don’t you lay down…?” She gestured behind her, to the floor of the glade. Almost as if nature was waiting for them, it was clear; nothing but soft grass, clear of leaves and forest debris.

 

[ericrodman101]

Seth lay on his back on the soft grass, as Jo instructed. It felt like a dream, the dark wood around them, Jo standing brown and naked above him, her breasts underlining her face, her neat bush still concealing the one undiscovered part of her. He longed for her to lower her face to his cock and suck, but he knew he would cum immediately. His cock stood tall and tight, on the point of bursting, he thought. How the fuck could he make this last, whatever she was about to do to him?

And almost in slow motion, Jo stepped up and stood over him, smiling maybe or holding her lips as if concentrating, he couldn't tell under the deep shadow of her hair and the trees. Seth watched as she stood astride him and bent her knees, her body opening up to him from pussy to ass like some bird taking wing.

Jo lowered herself slowly towards his cock, first reaching out and running her fingers up his torso to his chest, and then as she got lower, under his chin to his face, touching him gently, and smiling.

And then as the gap between her and his glistening cock head narrowed, he watched her reach back, take his cock in her hand and hold it as her pussy came closer.

Seth knew this was going to be quick. He could feel himself giving way to anticipation. Jesus, think of something else, anything other than this beautiful woman about to take him inside her, take the cock with which he'd already explored her mouth into her body and fuck him.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

He was so obedient - it sent a small shiver through her. To think, little Jo, the one no one noticed, had one of the guys on the swim team at her beck and call. Well, sort of. Maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself. He probably was just thinking with his dick, and getting a boy to do what she wanted, with sex as the reward, didn’t seem like it was all that much of a power trip.

Stepping over him, the anticipation in his eyes, the furrowing of his brow, was enough to keep that smile on her face. He was so fucking cute. Innocent. Nervous. The latter wouldn’t do. She took in a deep breath, tried to center herself. Her thoughts were still humming across her brain; aimless bees that flitted from one thought to the other. How she should feel. How she actually felt. What would happen afterwards. Judgement - she was a slut for doing this, no she wasn’t, she was just having fun - too much, all too much.

Pressing down on his chest, she let her eyes drift shut. Pooled all of her focus on his lithe, warm body beneath hers. The shape of his pectorals, the ridged muscles of his stomach, the strength of his thighs. All of these things, she traced with her fingertips, perhaps a little too slowly, too sensually, for the young man beneath her to understand or appreciate. No matter. By the time she opened her eyes again, her focus was solely on him, and on his turgid member. It was so swollen, pre-cum glistening at top of his shaft, almost like a tear. Grasping him gently, she lowered herself, making sure to keep him guided towards her. With him still in hand, she pressed down against him, gasping at the first hint of stretch. If she thought that he was large in her mouth and hand, actually beginning to feel him like this was something else entirely.

She pressed down firmer, engulfing the tip, then the head of him, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of his stomach before she placed them flat on either side of his body. She’d break skin if she kept her hands on him. She let out the breath she’d been holding in a rush, her brows knit. Though she was plenty wet (undressing him, touching him - imagining what was going to happen, despite her wildly venturing mind, had been enough), his girth was incredible. Like he was molding her to fit him, and him alone.

“Oh…” she breathed, sucking in another deep breath as she pushed further, half-way down his shaft, her juices running down him copiously. Just a little more…Letting out that breath in a rush, she pushed all the way down. He was firmly seated inside of her now, and she could feel her walls fluttering, struggling to adjust to him. The mouth of her sex was stretched wide, on the razor’s edge of painful. Remaining still, she lowered her head, her fingers digging gouges into the earth on either side of him. She had to get adjusted to him, and didn’t trust herself to move, not just yet. “You’re so big,” she sighed, almost like she was about to cry. “Give me a minute…”

 

[ericrodman101]

Seth felt strangely calm as he entered Jo. Their sexual encounters over the last week, like the porn he watched, had been frenzied and energetic. This was slow and sensual. Jo was tight, but he fitted. He felt her tense and relax as his cock breeched her pussy and then slid more easily, until he was deep inside her.

And then Jo just sat, still upon him, her fingers clutching painfully at his chest. For a moment Seth was at a loss. Did she want him to somehow thrust off the ground deeper into her? Was she just being undemonstrative? Or worse, unimpressed?

Seth watched Jo's face contort, hopefully in ecstasy although he wasn't doing anything. But it looked more like pain.

And as he went to speak, Jo said 'you're so big. Give me a minute.'

So big. Fuck. Seth never felt more shallow and more pleased. So he was bigger than she expected or was used to. Big was good. Who said size wasn't everything?

Jo set about adjusting herself, moving about on her haunches, tugging painfully at his cock. He moved his ass to alleviate the pressure on his organ and to assist her if he could. He placed his hands on her hips as she began a subtle rhythm, lifting herself just a little to which he responded. Seth wanted to go harder, but Jo had him pinned and inexperienced as he was, he knew she was doing her best to make this work for them both. Next time, he promised himself, it would be missionary.

Now that they were both working in tandem, a slightly increasing tempo of thrusting and releasing, he relaxed enough to run his hands along Jo's sides and to her breasts. At his touch she looked down into his eyes, half smiling and half biting her lip.

"You're great," he said. "You're a great fuck."

Jo responded by lifting herself higher and lowering onto him. He could feel her muscles tensing about his cock, constricting him and then releasing, his cock head seeming to penetrate her further. Seth wanted desperately to somehow lift his ass off the ground and plunge into her, make her moan with lust and desire, hear her vocalise about the power of his cock, overwhelm her, make this a memorable fuck for them both...

...and then he came. The thought that it was much too quick, just as he anticipated, was crestfalling all the same. He wondered how such ecstasy and relief could be coupled with such disappointment. Seth worried he was letting Jo down, letting them both down. Women wanted lovers who could fuck for hours, didn't they? At least he couldn't see a clock. Or a stopwatch.

His cock kicked inside her. It felt like Jo must be thrown off and onto the ground. His semen flooded into her cavity, pulse after sweet pulse. Seth wondered how she was reacting, opening his eyes, but Jo had her head back. Maybe she was coming too.

But no. She was just doing her best to pace him, make her body work for him, bending her back to heighten the constriction of his cock.

Seth held her hips tight, pulling her down onto him as the pulsing started to subside. Jo pulled her head back up. They made eye contact. He smiled.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck...."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Thankfully, by the time Seth had started his tentative thrusts upwards, she was a bit more comfortable with his girth and length. Not like it was easy - every half-attempted thrust into her felt like it was carving out a new spot within her body. It wasn’t ever enough to be painful, but the feeling of being full, almost too full, was constantly with her.

Her focus was so much on adjusting to him, to push further into pleasure, that she half-listened to his words. And had to resist the urge to laugh - a great fuck! They were hardly moving - she did her best to bite back her smile, but it was too late. A shift of her hips, and oh, she was getting closer to that sweet spot. If she could just get to her clit, maybe…

And then he came.

Wow.

Well.

Holly HAD warned her.

She couldn’t conceal the look of shock on her face. She’d barely even gotten started - and he was already done for. Well…what now…?

“Huh.” Was all she could say. Awkward, yes. Could she think of anything else to say? Not at the moment.

“…You okay?” she asked, somewhat lamely. She wasn’t sure what to do - should she stay on top, or should she get up? She wasn’t satisfied (nowhere near it), but she was also unsure of how she should proceed. Yell at him until he got another erection? Maybe bring him back to life with her mouth? Maybe. Hell, she wasn’t sure how she should feel about the whole thing - if she even wanted to go again. Hard to tell. Maybe this was all it took - and before she could stop herself, she let out a small laugh. “This is what you wanted, right?” It wasn’t accusatory - no, if anything, it sounded like she was trying to cut her losses and hide her disappointment. She’d been smitten with a creation of her own imagination. This was the reality, right here, beneath her.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Fuck!"

Seth cursed himself that he came so quickly. He knew it would happen like that. And Jo must have known too. I mean, fuck it, he was eighteen and a virgin. What did she expect? And it wasn't like Liam was a great lover. He came in no time as well and then pleasured Holly if she asked nicely.

Seth was about to ask Jo what she wanted him to do. He didn't want her to climb off his cock. Not just yet. He felt great, just lying there in the fading light, looking down to where her black body merged with his white one. In a few minutes the light would be gone and the contrast of their skin tones would fade into the shadows. The image was so hot, so arousing that he wanted to hold it as long as could. And maybe he would harden up and be ready to cum again.

But she asked if he was OK. OK? Of course the fuck he was OK. Jesus, he'd cum hadn't he. Sluiced her pipes with his semen. OK? He was fucking ecstatic. Notch Jo up on the bedpost! Did girls do that or just guys? How many notches did Jo have? He had an image of Holly's bedpost notched into a slender straw. That's what Seth wanted. Notches. Notches by the fucking dozen. By the fucking hundred.

"This is what you wanted right?"

Um, yes, Jo. Yes. This is what I wanted a week ago. Is it what you wanted? I mean, he knew it wasn't great love making. That would last longer than three minutes. But give him time. Give me fucking time, he thought.

"Yes. Thanks," he said. "It was great. It is great. You are great."

Another 'I love you moment' flashed in his head. But that would be soft. Seth really just wanted to cum again, maybe not lying down. Missionary? Doggie? In her ass? Fuck! Don't say it, don't say anything. Kiss her, you idiot. Roll her off, kiss her, ask what she wants you do and then do it. Make her cum too. It's not all about you.

Seth moved awkwardly. Jo didn't roll off, but sort of dislodged, and sat beside him. He rose on one arm and placed the other on her shoulder, trying to draw her down to his face.

"I want to kiss you, dammit," he said, instantly regretting the dammit. "I want to kiss you, Jo. Please."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Despite herself (and her better intentions), Jo laughed. It was a quick, short thing, quickly muffled by her hand as she shifted on top of him. Her hips were beginning to tighten, a warning of cramps to come, and she lifted herself carefully off of him. It was to no avail – his cum poured from her, drenching her pubic hair and her inner thighs. Eh. Between her panties and the length of her skirt, she figured she’d be okay for the walk back to her dorm.

“Thanks, I think,” she finally said, with good humor, settling on the grass next to him. So what if he wasn’t the prince of her dreams? She’d gotten a taste of what she’d only felt a day before, and now…well, for the most part (if she were being honest), her curiosity was sated. Maybe that’s how Holly found this all so easy. And maybe she was still too much of a daydreamer to really cut it in the world outside of her books. Hey – any experience that you could learn from wasn’t a wasted one, right? She felt the edge of a sarcasm remark burn her tongue, and she swallowed it back. It’d be fine.

Now, laying beside him, she could feel the loss of his cock inside of her acutely, his cum cooling on her inner thighs, somewhere between sticky and fluid. Propping herself up on her elbows, she merely looked at him, blinking in surprise when he asked to kiss her. “Sure…?” It was a question – not because of his intention, but because that he’d even bothered to ask. He’d just been balls deep in her; it was weird that he’d ask to kiss her now. All the same, she leaned forward, and gently pressed her lips to his. She could breathe out that last bit of magic she’d conjured about him in the gesture, carding her fingers through his thick red hair.

Maybe when he’d aged a bit more, he’d be more her speed. A little more seasoned. And, if she was being honest with herself, maybe if he’d been more like she’d imagined, she wouldn’t have minded walking him through fucking. Man. Whoever ended up doing it would need the patience of a saint. She couldn’t imagine the appeal of virgin girls to guys – the guy was always a shitty lay and tried to mask that by finding someone with no experience to compare it to. And despite her “reputation” for being “frigid,” Jo certainly had a few experiences – and was eager to rack up more. More with more…feeling behind them. Investment may have been a better word. Investment, or romance (or something close to that), and…comfort. Comfort would be a must – openness, too. There was a lot she wanted to try.

“Actually, thank you,” she said, softly, as she fished for her panties. “This has actually been really helpful.” And that wasn’t a lie – he’d helped solidify what it was that she was looking for. It definitely wasn’t this.

She was quiet as she got dressed again, combing her fingers through her loosened hair to get rid of any nature debris. The quiet wasn’t hostile, or even awkward to her. She honestly didn’t have anything else to say, and was already focused on how good a hot shower would feel, when her next shift was at the shop, if she had any papers due.

Taking a cue from her, Seth also got dressed; not nearly as quietly as her. There was the shuffling of bushes, the snapping of twigs, muffled curses as he struggled to get his pants on. She grinned, watching him, and, once he was done, reached over to deftly pluck a leaf out of his hair. Showing it to him, she flicked it away into the bushes before holding her arm out to him, a dashing gentlemanly gesture.

“Shall we?”

____

After that, well, she let things slide. It wouldn’t really quite be called “ghosting,” in the sense that she’d never given him her phone number. And she was fine with that. She just…didn’t have much else to say to him. They weren’t in any classes together, and outside of that initial badgering from Holly, she hadn’t gone back to any swim meets. She actually wasn’t that interested in them, truth to tell, and it was nice to get that imagined obligation off of her plate.

One week turned into two, then three – the weather turned cooler. Holly, finding housing off campus, moved out, leaving Jo with a two-person room all to herself. Not that she minded; it was so nice to be able to come back to an empty place, not have some crisis of Holly’s looming overhead. And life went on as normal – shifts at the coffee shop, classes, movies and visits with Daddy. And, after seeing JB, she’d picked up dancing again. Nothing too serious, of course, but enough to get her out and off campus on occasion. She’d caught up with JB – actually had his number now – and he’d drop in from time to time at the shop for his favorite blend of tea and to chat. After teasing him relentlessly at working at that gross porno theater, she’d had a word with Daddy and gotten him hired over at The Arthouse, a move that seemed to suit everyone excellently.

So, all in all, life was good, she mused, as she was scribbling notes in her notebook during a history lecture. “1968: The Year the World Changed,” was the class, and it was one of her absolute favorites. She’d read every assigned text in full (as she couldn’t stop herself; they were all so interesting!), and had quickly become the go-to person in class for questions. Such attentiveness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the professor (and history chair), Dr. Kwok, and he’d named her the official tutor for his classes. At least officially – she was more like a TA in all but title – not that she minded. She thought of it as a huge deal (even if no one else did), and made sure to adjust her schedule to offer tutoring sessions. What was so nice about it was that Dr. Kwok had arranged it with the University that she actually got a small stipend – it made it that much easier for her to catch movies, even if it could mean hell for her schedule. But again, with Holly no longer her roommate, she didn’t have as many personal (read-none) responsibilities as she used to.

“Oh, Miss Monae, a word, please?” Dr. Kwok said, at the end of the lecture.

“Sure, Dr. Kwok,” she paused at the door, shuffling her notebook and bag. “What’s up?”

“As the final for this year is coming up, I wanted to see if you were willing or able to expand your tutoring hours?”

“Uh, sure,” she said, hesitating a moment. “Everyone in the class seems to be doing really well – I didn’t think I needed to schedule anything extra?” She’d anticipated a bit of a “rush” around Finals, and had created a series of “packets” that covered things likely to be on the final.

“For this class, yes – you’ve done an excellent job – but the lower level course students could use some help.” Dr. Kwok paused, rubbed at the gray hair at his temples. Jo suppressed a grin; she knew that expression. One of the things she adored about Dr. Kwok was his immense levels of “I have no fucks left to give” when it came to speaking openly about the state of the school, teaching, and his students. His honesty was refreshing, especially at a place where it seemed that sports dominated everything. “Apparently some of our more…athletically inclined students aren’t doing so well. Namely, a Mr. Liam Gardel. He’s one more missed class from flunking all together – and the powers that be have put it on my shoulders to make sure that ‘our star swimmer,’” he made air quotes, “stays the course.”

Jo couldn’t help the grimace on her face.

“My sentiments exactly,” Dr. Kwok sighed. “And I trust far too much in your integrity to give Mr. Gardel a free ride.” He leaned back against his desk, his tan hands smeared with black from the dry erase board. “So, after speaking with the coaches and the campus benefactors – they’re basically wanting me to ‘talk to you’,” again with the air quotes, “about intensive tutoring courses with Mr. Gardel.”

“Well…”

“I know it’s an inconvenience, but they’re willing to bump up your stipend considerably. For a passing grade – which means he would stay on the team and retain his scholarships - in addition to that stipend hike, there was mention of covering your spring semester tuition – up to 15 credits.”

Jo’s eyes boggled. The sheer ethics alone were absolutely disgusting, but that ultimately wasn’t on her hands. And she knew enough about the inner workings on the school that they had no problem with cutting professors loose if it meant that the sports teams still got the best and brightest talents and coaches to work with them. The look of annoyance, mingled with defeat, on Dr. Kwok’s face, made her stomach turn. She didn’t want to run the risk of losing one of the few professors that challenged her.

“I’m in,” she said, after a bit.

“I thought you would be,” Dr. Kwok smiled, in his wry, “I knew I could count on you” way that always made her feel like a little girl. “I’ll let Coach Jackson know.”

And that’s how Jo had found herself tutoring Liam Gardel for the last two weeks. At first, she’d thought that she’d only need about one night a week, but after the first disastrous session, she bumped it up to 7 days a week, rain or shine.

Simply put, Liam was a giant pain in her ass. If he wasn’t sending some filthy text while she was trying to explain to him the causes of the Civil War, he was making some lewd joke or was dozing off. A complete waste of space. So she “vented” to Dr. Kwok, who in turn “made a reasoned complaint” to Coach Jackson, who apparently verbally reamed Liam so hard that on the third day that she’d seen him, he was considerably…chastened. If that was the right word. Whatever; wasn’t her business. All that mattered was that he was way more attentive and actually seemed to be retaining what she was teaching him.

Though…she had to admit, this quieter, more serious Liam was one she could…actually sort of get behind. While it was clear that history wasn’t his favorite, he was smarter than she’d initially given him credit for. It wasn’t so much as being dumb that was his issue – it was that he was lazy.

And horned up – but that wasn’t something she could help with.

Still, at the beginning of week three, she thought she was beginning to break through to him. She’d made it a bit more fun; bringing him goodies from the coffee shop if he did well last session, inviting him to quieter, more intimate places – like the study rooms in the library. She’d bring a small spread of foods and drinks, and, over the course of a few hours, walk him through what he needed to know. Though Coach Jackson had not so subtly advised her to just give Liam the answers, she wasn’t about to do something that fucking wrong. What the school was doing was funky enough as it was. At the end of each session, she’d write up a progress report, and send Liam along with some notes to help.

It caught her by surprise that at the end of each tutoring session, they’d both…sort of started lingering. Making conversation – she’d ask about his weekend plans, holiday plans – to be polite, she told herself. Asked how the team was going. And, in turn, catching her by surprise, he’d responded in turn – teased her about how much she worked, if she ever even went to her dorm. Even when he’d talk about the latest conquest, she found it easier to just roll her eyes and laugh a little, even when he started suggesting that maybe he could…help her “relax.” Funny; three weeks ago she would have been offended; now she just laughed at it. The attention, serious or not (and how could it be serious?) was flattering, and she wasn’t about to stop him.

As they were finishing up a Friday afternoon session, Jo found herself saying, “Hey, you know, if you’d like, we could have the sessions in my room, since it’s closer to your dorm and I know we can run late sometimes. Holly’s moved out, so I’ve got the room to myself. We could start tomorrow night, if you’d like. Or actually – what time IS good for you tomorrow?”

 

[ericrodman101]

"What have I fucking done now?"

Seth stood, naked and walked to the window of Holly's room. He was still hard and the moist end of his cock contacted the cool glass of the deep window overlooking the street, momentarily surprising him. He felt his cock contract .

He and Holly had just fucked. Like they did a few times each week. Seth came to the tiny room she'd rented in a share house down past the Amtrak Depot. He'd knock and she'd let him in. And they'd fuck. And in the morning he'd leave the way he came.

Not for the first time, as Seth watched the town come to life, he thought back those few months to losing his virginity to Jo that night in the woods. Brochure girl, Liam called her, that first time he'd pointed her out in the crowd watching the swim team. Holly had been Liam's girl then, and Jo her beautiful enigmatic friend. How quickly everything changed. How quickly Seth had moved on.

Seth went to ask Holly again 'what have I fucking done?', but he turned instead. She lay naked on her bed, curled on her side, her back to him. She looked slight and vulnerable, a tiny waif amongst the crumpled bed clothes, the light creeping slowly across the room. He stepped aside and let the dawn illuminate her back.

Jo had thanked him when they'd fucked. Funny how some words stick in your head as if they've been etched in stone somewhere. "Thank you," she'd said. He recalled her lying beside him. Pine needles littering the forest floor. Fishing for her panties. Like a slow motion film, the images clarifying in his head even as he told himself to forget her.

"Thank you. This has actually been really helpful."

What the fuck did that mean? Jo thanking him for what? He'd wanted to ask, but after she dressed and he did the same, and they stood, she wasn't speaking. Just took his arm and they walked out of the wood together, and Jo out of his life.

Holly was upset. She wasn't verbalising, just averting her eyes and folding herself into a tight ball.

It was often this way. Losing his virginity had opened the flood gates. Holly was Liam's fuck, Jo's his. But Liam and Holly fucked, like rabbits. He and Jo...well, just the once.

Jo. Jo. Jo. He had a lot to thank her for, even if she was so hard to read. She'd taken his virginity. Taken? Maybe they'd collaborated. No, she'd taken it, but he'd given willingly. Jo was special, even if there was nothing between them now. A guy always remembered his first fuck, cherished it.

And fucking Jo, even only the once, had been the greatest pleasure and frustration at the same time. She'd pursued him, teased him, brought him to orgasm, then made him wait. Jo had even taken him to a porn theatre, for fuck's sake. What girl did that? They'd watched the other Seth Gamble fuck Cinderella. Well not exactly. They'd walked out before that bit. It was a terrible film. He'd watched the whole thing again with Liam the night after he'd lost his virginity, right up to Cinderella bending over for Prince Charming.

The two friends jerked off together in the dorm room. Seth's cock was still hard in his hand when he'd asked Liam about Holly.

"Man you are a cunt," Liam said. "You fucked Jo yesterday and today you want..."

It wasn't like Liam. Liam fucked anything with a pulse. And he and Holly had broken up in a big way. If Seth really thought about his friend, maybe since the Holly break up there'd been a little less fucking and a lot more porn watching, if the latter was possible. Liam seemed quieter though. And more critical. Depressive? Seth hoped he was OK.

"I don't know if Jo is a thing," Seth said. "She's beautiful and clever and seductive and...I don't know...everything I want. And yet, she thanked me and said I'd been really helpful. No, she said this has been really helpful. What does that mean? It's hardly the language of love."

And here he was fucking Holly. And not just Holly. Fucking Jo had liberated Seth somehow. Freed to fuck his way round campus the way Liam did, they way lots of guys did. Seth made the most of his new found freedom. And his reputation for having a big cock. Jo hadn't returned to the pool to watch the swim team train, to watch him and Liam and the others strutting in their tight speedos. But Holly did. And plenty of other fit available girls who smiled and cooed and opened their legs.

So Seth made the most of it. Except Holly wasn't quite what he expected. She was a bombshell blonde. Straight out of one of the cheerleader pornos he and Liam jerked over. She looked great on his arm, great on his cock. The girlfriend from central casting.

But that was it. She was so passive, so undemonstrative. Already after a few short weeks, fucking Holly was almost a chore, like fucking a sex doll except she couldn't be deflated and put in a drawer. There was always this strange come down after fucking where she curled up and didn't speak.

At first he'd asked if there was anything wrong. Is it something I did? Have I hurt you? Nothing was wrong. Everything was fine.

And then at Holly's suggestion they'd moved to anal. She was a wet dream come true. Vanilla fucking was one thing, but anal....what wouldn't Holly do to please him? When he told Liam about anal, his friend came out of his shell a bit. They'd laughed and jerked off again.

Anal. It was great. But it hurt her. Didn't it? That's why she was even more passive than ever. Yet it had been her idea. Why was this so complicated?

"Holl, I gotta go," he said, reaching down to touch her. She flinched slightly, but didn't speak. Seth dressed and sat on the bed.

"Holl, speak to me please."

He leaned down and pulled her head round to meet his. She hadn't been crying. That might have been better, a bit of emotion. Giving something back. But Holly was just impassive. Expressionless. Seth kissed her. No response.

"See you tonight?"

No response.

Seth let himself out. It was cool and he regretted not bringing a jacket. His first class was early today, but he needed something from his room. Like every day, Seth kept an eye out for Jo as he crossed town and into the campus. But their paths never crossed. He'd seen her in the distance a couple of times, but not close enough to wave. They shared no classes, and fewer friends since the Liam Holly break up and Holly's moving out.

And if Seth was truthful to himself, he knew he was avoiding Jo. He could have visited Epoch, the coffee shop where she worked. Or just fucking looked her up.

But he didn't. Why? He didn't know. One day turned into another. A week went by. She hadn't called him. They hadn't spoken. He missed her. But he was busy. With school. And with Holly. And Holly's friend, the Latino girl. Cristina. The one who'd run off when Seth found her and Liam in the dorm room. And the others. He was busy exercising his cock. And enjoying it. Thank you Jo, he thought, his cock stirring in his pants at the remembrance of their tryst in the woods. You have actually been really helpful.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Jo tapped her pen against her lower lip. She was going over Liam’s previous packets - seeing where he was still fumbling. True, he’d probably never be an ace student (such as herself) - and she had to remind herself that not everyone was academically inclined. And it wasn’t a bad thing. Just…an adjustment that she had to make.

Still, though, there was some improvement. Quite a bit, actually, after the verbal reaming from Coach Jackson. He was getting closer to a passing grade, she thought. As long as Dr. Kwok didn’t ask him to write anything longer than a paragraph.

She grimaced, biting her lower lip as she circled a mistake. He wasn’t good with dates (but neither was she), but it looked like he was getting closer to understanding why things happened. Maybe she would work in more swim analogies or something to make it click better.

Really, though, it should be a good thing that he was even going to show up. Well - she assumed he was going to show up. He was perpetually late, that was true, and asking him to give up a Saturday night was like asking the sun to rise in the West. But then again, he was the one that suggested the Saturday night meet up - she would have been more than happy to have him come over in the morning, after his time in the pool. Even though his future on the team was on the line, she didn’t have the heart to deny him his swim time. Everyone needed a break.

She looked up around the room. Everything was in its place; her items had filled out the space that Holly left with the warm comfort of home. Posters depicting yoga positions, bookshelves that held her class books, “fun” books (including a section on erotica - both erotica in art as well as pornographic comics from Japan), a collection of scented candles and reed diffusers. The room was pleasantly, warmly lit by a few lamps (the overhead light being muted, as Jo had draped a large, red-orange patterned cloth across it, ensuring that even with the overhead light on, the room had a soft warm glow), and a candle was burning, filling the space with the heady smell of jasmine and lavender. A perfect study environment, she thought. She’d brought some coffee (which she’d noted, in secret, she thought, that Liam had taken a liking to) from the shop, and so the smell of coffee mingled with the scent of the candle. Classical music was playing - well, almost classical; it was Duke Ellington’s arrangement of the Nutcracker Suite -, and she had to stop herself from sighing in contentment.

And for herself?

She was dressed comfortably - since she had the day off from the shop (Clint was awesome in working with her school schedule), she didn’t have to put on “real clothes.” And in the safety of her room, it was warm - so no need to bundle up. She was in baggy, fleecy pajama pants, deep purple and patterned with stars, and a matching purple tank top with a giant star between her breasts. She’d felt no need to wear a bra (or really, any underwear), because, well, she was staying indoors all day. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun, the occasional wisp of hair billowing in front of her eyes or nose, which she’d blow out of the way from time to time.

She glanced at her phone. He was running late - expected. And she’d told him her dorm, hall, and room number, and that he could just walk in. She wasn’t social enough to have her door open constantly (as some of her other hall mates did), but she did leave it unlocked when she was in.

Well. Whenever he got there.

 

[ericrodman101]

Seth didn't see Liam until the lunchtime swim training. His friend was late and Seth was already in his speedos and flexing by the pool when Liam dashed into the change rooms. While he waited, Seth scanned the seats to see which of his fan club were in the house.

There were the usuals, a bunch of freshmen girls and smattering of older ones, who turned up to watch the team train in their tiny swimwear. From being self conscious at the beginning, Seth enjoyed the exposure now, playing up to the crowd, posing and exhibiting himself whenever he could. All the guys did it. They joked about it. Where else can you prance about practically undressed and then take your pick of the goggle-eyed poontang?

And they joshed with each other. Who had the biggest cock? Who can wear their speedos the lowest? Who has worked through the most girls? Who has what sort of sex and how often? It bonded them and Seth felt one of the gang now he was participating in the fuck stakes.

It made his liaison with Holly all the more troubling. She was becoming a bit of a dead weight, but Seth didn't know how to deal. Holly was always available and let him do what he wanted, but gave nothing back. Did she do that with Liam? He resolved to ask.

Not that Liam was all himself either. From being the more outgoing of the two roommates, Seth had watched Liam withdraw slowly into himself over the past weeks. Missing Holly, he put it down to at first, and maybe that was still the problem. But when Seth asked, Liam said no. And not much more.

They still watched a lot of porn together like before, but harder stuff, kinky, bisexual, occasionally gay when Liam said he'd found something he'd like to do to a girl. And they both came watching gay porn as readily as the straight stuff. Was that odd? Did it matter? Seth didn't have an answer. He wasn't sure if he was attracted to guys, but he knew which guys were attractive. Hanging around with the swim team gave him an eye for that.

Seth flexed again, both hands behind his back, then raised over his head. He looked up into the stand to see who was watching him. Cristina was there, the Latino girl who gave great oral. And a slender, long-haired Asian girlfriend of hers she hadn't introduced to him. Seth promised himself to right that omission.

"OK you guys, eyes on me." Coach Jackson stepped between Seth and the girls. "You might think you look better out of the water, but I want you wet and working hard."

The team gathered round. Liam was at the edge of the huddle looking flustered.

"And Gamble," the coach said, "I know you're giving your best shot to the crowd, but I want to see a swimsuit a little less....how should I put it....free range. You know the rule. A racing speedo is fine, but you don't need to wear it so low that you're shaving your pubes. Or not shaving them, if you get my drift."

The other guys laughed. Someone pinched Seth's ass.

The coach organised them into pairs. Seth spent the hour crawling up and down the pool, occasionally bumping into Liam on the blocks. But it wasn't until nearly the session end that they had a chance to speak.

Seth stood at the end of the pool, his back to the group of fan girls who'd positioned themselves where they could ogle the water running off the swimmers' asses, close enough to be splashed if the guys shook the water from their hair. He could hear them gossiping. He tried to distinguish Cristina and her cute friend.

Liam stood alongside for a moment. Seth put out an arm to hold his friend back from diving in.

"Hey man, missed you this morning."

Liam turned, grunted, then turned back.

"We need to talk about Holly, Liam. I'm getting the cold shoulder. The fucking silent treatment. She's not....I don't know....well. I mean in her head."

Liam stood still, facing down the pool. Once he would have turned, thrust out his cock at the watchers, and waved. Or blown a kiss. But recently he'd been distracted by something.

"Or in her ass."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"You're fucking her up the ass, Seth. You told me. Just because she asked you to doesn't mean that's the only way she wants it. Maybe she's sick of it. Or maybe you've hurt her."

Seth put his hands on his hips and looked down. His shaved pubes formed a black line at the band of his speedo.

"Jesus. She'd tell me that, wouldn't she? Did she tell you that?"

"We're not talking about Jo here," Liam said, still avoiding eye contact.

"Jo? What's she got to do with it?"

"Jo was your first, young Seth. She taught you how to do everything. Very slowly if I remember. You wouldn't undo a button without her taking you through the history of guys undoing buttons, and the consequences for the gender contract."

"The gender contract....?"

"So maybe you need to be a little more sympathetic, a little more inquiring. Holly is a great fuck, but she's not....sophisticated in the feelings department. More of a fuck doll with stilettos."

Liam dived into the pool and swam to the far end. Seth followed.

"I thought for a moment you'd become a feminist," Seth said when they were both standing on the poolside again. "Up to 'fuck doll with stilettos'."

This time Liam turned and looked Seth sternly in the eyes.

"Just ask Holly if she's OK. Not 'are you OK'. Am I hurting you? Are you enjoying what we do? Do you still want to me fuck you up the ass? Or try something different? It's simple really."

Seth couldn't hide his look of incredulity.

"And you did that? You asked Holly how she was?"

"Sure," Liam said. "It's called sharing and caring. And I didn't shove a ten inch cock up her ass every night like some randy stallion."

"How do you know...."

But Liam had dived in again. Seth watched his friend stroking for a moment, before following him. As he climbed out at the opposite end, Seth caught Cristina's eye. And her friend's. But he so wanted to finish the conversation with Liam he forgot to smile.

"OK, I'll go over tonight and ask if she's all right. I always ask her. Honestly. She just doesn't have anything to say."

Liam looked disbelievingly.

"You do that, big man," he said.

Seth turned to go, but this time it was Liam who put out his hand to stop him.

"And...look...I want to ask you something. About Jo."

Seth tipped his head in anticipation, but Coach Jackson blew the whistle and the team reassembled.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Liam's palms were sweaty.

They were never sweaty. Not before a big swim meet, or a competition, or even in that small space of time in his memory when touching a new girl actually meant something, or that it was exciting.

Jo was weird.

She was hot and all, and he’d totally never been with a black girl (came close, though, once or twice), but she was weird. She was smart. Scary smart. She seemed to know something about everything, had opinons about everything. Like, she even watched the news. And yeah, it was shitty at first. She was such a bitch; made it quite clear that she didn’t want to tutor him and didn’t give a shit that he was fucking Liam Gardel and the hottest thing that had ever been in her room, or even graced this campus. So he’d been a dick to her. At first, it was easy, because she was so fucking cold to him, he just lashed out. And then Coach Jackson had gotten on his ass and put the fear of God in him. He couldn’t afford to fuck up in this class – and once Jo made it clear that she wasn’t just going to give him anything, he figured, maybe he should start fucking paying attention.

But then things changed.

Like…Jo was stupid smart, yeah, but she was also like…nice. Like REALLY nice; the kind of nice that was too good to be true because she honestly didn't want anything from him. Under all of that cunty exterior, once he stopped being such a bitch, she was easier to work with. She went over things to make sure that he understood. And she was actually really, really good at tutoring. She was patient, and gave him a bunch of study guides, like, worksheets that didn’t take up too much of his time. And he knew that it took up a lot of her time; he’d seen her more than once at the coffee shop working on putting something together. He could tell by the books she was using; definitely lower than the shit that he’d seen her carrying around before.

And now she was inviting him up to her room, and in any other circumstances, that meant fucking, but not with her. No way. Even if he really wanted it, more than he had before. Before it had been a curiosity thing, a just because it was there, because it wasn’t easy, but now, fuck, things were weird. When she got close to him in study sessions, the smell of her hair, the pulse in her throat, made him hold his breath. Wish for her to get closer. To want to know what the curve of her body felt like pressed against his, and sometimes, he wanted more than anything just to let his arm fall across her shoulders, to pull her closer, maybe even kiss her forehead, under the cloud of all of that hair of hers. It was fucking weird and it made his heart do this fluttering thing in his chest that he hadn’t felt since his first swimming competition. Not that he could talk to anyone about it – the dudes on the team were all about fucking, he didn’t have any girl friends that he could talk to (and more honestly; he spent time avoiding the ones he’d fucked; made it easier), and Seth…

Fuck.

Jo had taken his virginity, and then just vanished. Well, not “vanished,” Liam thought, but had walked away. Not that he blamed her, if he was being honest. Seth was dumb; too much blood going to that horse cock of his. Jo seemed like the type of girl that wanted something more – but not like, in the sense of a boyfriend, but maybe he was wrong. She didn’t mention Seth at their meetings, and she didn’t talk about boys or anything like that. Girls always let things like that slip, “Oh, I think such and such is hot,” or whatever, but none of that with Jo, when she did start like, being nicer, and talking about stuff outside of their lessons, it was about the weather, or movies, or dancing, or plans for the weekend, things about her but nothing about her at the same time, and he wanted to know more, maybe if he knew more, listened better than Seth, he’d get further with her.

Fuck.

He rubbed a hand over his face, the sweat instantly chilling. He wanted to fuck her; he couldn’t lie about that. But he wanted like…something else. Wanted to talk to her more. Wanted to run his fingers down her body, feel how soft her skin was, to know the sounds she made when she came. And imagining those thighs clenching against him as she orgasmed was enough to make his cock stir in his jeans. Not now. Couldn’t think like that now.

Seth knew he was being tutored. But Liam hadn’t said anything else, and, fuck, what else was there to say? Jo was weird and made him feel weird things. When he and Seth jacked off, it was getting easier and easier to imagine her mouth sliding up and down his length, those eyes of hers locked up on his, imagine her plush lips sliding into a smile as she popped off of his cock, his cum pale against the warm brown of her cheeks, her mouth, and fuck, her licking his cum off of her lips, smiling, wanting more. As long as he and Seth came, what difference did it make of what he was thinking of?

He tightned his hand around the handle of the take out carrier he was bringing with him. Food had come up more than once, and surprising himself, he remembered her talking about ramen. He’d only thought that ramen was the shit noodles that you added hot water to, but apparently that was the lowest of the low, as far as ramen went. It didn’t take much of a Google search to find a ramen place in town. He’d just went with the most popular dishes, and something that sounded good to him, and ordered it, before he could really register why the hell he was doing it in the first place. Well, they’d both need to eat. And she’d brought a bunch of things over their sessons, so maybe this was being fair? But when had he given a shit about being fair, though?

“Fuck,” he exhaled, his breath leaving him a cloud. The night sky above him was sharp and clear; forecast said something about snow. It’d make getting up in the morning a bitch.






“Dude, did you bring me ramen? That’s AWESOME!”

He’d barely had time to set it down before she’d actually hugged him. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She was so warm. And she smelled so fucking good. His hands hovered over her back, before something clicked in his brain and he let them settle against her shoulders, the small of her back. Pulled her in. He had to pull his head up and away from her hair to resist the urge, the instinct that told him to take it down, to reach lower and pull her face up for a kiss. That would have worked for Holly or Christina. With Jo, she’d probably fucking stomp his ass, and then everything would be ruined. More than losing his spot on the team or being kicked out of school, ruining whatever this weird shit was, the way she smiled at him now, bothered him more.

So he didn’t say anything outside of the usual as they ate, because she said, “Can’t study on an empty stomach!” and insisted that they eat first. He’d look around her room as much as he could, trying not to stare at her breasts beneath the thin top, the slight flash of flesh between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pajama pants, taking in the smell of her room, so fresh and clean, something that was all hers since Holly had moved out, a smell that felt like home and welcoming, made it that much easier for him to take off his coat and scarf and hat and gloves, like he was supposed to be there, and then, fuck, Seth. What a fucking idiot, to give this up.

They studied. She sat next to him, and when he asked for help, she was always patient, nicer than ever now (why hadn’t he brought her food before?), and things just…went. His hands were still sweaty, and his heart thudded in his chest, and his cock was roaring at him to just fucking do SOMETHING, anything, but he couldn’t, his tongue felt glued in his mouth and his lips dry, too dry to try and kiss her, but she turned the page in his book, reaching across him, to point something out, and then she looked up at him, to make sure that he was following along, and his mind went blank, and he smashed his mouth against hers, as clumsy as that first shitty kiss, and he was the one to jerk back first, trying to think of the best thing to say, maybe something cocky, because of course she wanted him, he was Liam Gardel, but knowing all along that she wasn’t fucking like that and wouldn’t have bought it even if he tried it and fuck, he’d ruined everything –

But then she licked her lips, looked down, and breathed out one word:

“Fuck.”

Then her mouth was on his again, and he could have died, and he could press her down now, and he was struggling to get out of his clothes, he couldn’t tell who was undressing who – was it her that yanked off his shirt, was it him that worked her pants midway down those delicious thighs, it was too much of a rush, and then, it hit him, too much of a rush, he wanted to take his time, but she wouldn’t let him. Her hands, warm and sure, too sure, found his nipples, squeezed the buds of flesh gently, and he whimpered into her mouth.

They’d at least managed to get off of the floor, that he knew, and by the time they were in her bed, they were both naked, both fighting for dominance. And she did the best thing he’d ever heard – she laughed.

Laughed when he buried his face in the side of her neck, tickling her with her tongue, before making her gasp when he bit there (god, to leave a mark, any mark, to claim her, mine mine mine), laughed when he pinned her to the bed, holding her arms above her head, causing those breasts of hers to bounce, and he had to tear one hand away from her wrists to caress the fullness of the curve of the right one, how was it that they fit perfectly in his hand? Everything about her fit into him just so, more perfect than he’d ever imagined, and when he finally thrust into her, she didn’t make a loud noise, no porn star performance, but a gasp – her mouth opening, her brows knitting, and she was hot and wet and tight and perfect, the bud of her clitoris pink and perfect, and when he looked down at where their bodies fit, he was so white, splitting the brown of her, sinking where she turned pink, a deep rose that was her secret and now his, his his his.

Rushed, but not, he wanted her to enjoy this, to feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he pulled in and out slowly, through sometimes he snapped his hips into hers with a loud slap that made her laugh and gasp, sounds that were becoming his favorites, and he’d have to tense every muscle in his body not to explode right then and there, and when he settled into a pace that was going to make him fucking lose it, when each thrust brought out a soft cry from her and he could feel her leaking from him, getting wetter, her hips rising and falling to meet his in perfect harmony, she dug her fingernails into his back and whispered into his ear,

“Fuck, Liam, give it to me…”

And fuck, he’d lost it then, exploding into her, only aware of her screaming as she came as well, her cunt tightening around his cock, fluttering with aftershocks, and it was a massive load, he could feel it spilling out of her, and he was too blissed out to even panic about jizzing inside of her.

Fucking good. Mine. All mine.

He buried his head in the side of her neck, panting hard, not wanting to get up, not wanting to move. Part of his stomach was ice, waiting for her to shove him off, tell him that he was a bad fuck, that she’d fucked up, but her fingers tangled in his hair and he could have sobbed with relief.







He woke up before dawn the next morning. She was curled up next to him, her head on his chest. He put his arm across her, and stared up at the ceiling, trying to process everything.

He felt…

Good.

Better than he ever had before. She was…the best fuck he’d ever had. She was fun. She laughed – that was the best thing. It was never at him. It was with him. It was like…she actually enjoyed herself. That she was there to enjoy herself, not to make a name for herself or get bragging rights. And he’d had fun, too – he’d gotten off, yeah, more than once, but so had she, and she was…like, affectionate. In the past girls had used that to stay longer, to try and make him stay, but he’d gotten his, and there was no point in it. After the first fuck, things were predictable. Girls did whatever he wanted. He could ask for the moon and some silly bitch would try and get it for him.

But this, he wanted more of. It was like she was telling him shit that he could just feel in his bones, like, something in her eyes that made him feel like she knew a lot of things, that she wanted a lot of things. He liked when she forced him to make her cum, when she grabbed his hair and guided him where she wanted him. Liked the fact that even though she had her mouth full of his cum, she still kissed him away, lacing her tongue with his, forcing him to taste himself, and laughed at his face, and he’d felt his cheeks burn, but she kissed him again and it was sweet and he was reassured, and he’d ran his fingers through that hair of hers, now freed, and touched his forehead to hers and he didn’t have to say anything else.

He wanted this, whatever it was.

She started to stir next to him, grumbling as she stretched. He moved his arm, but couldn’t resist kissing her forehead. The touch was enough to bring her to full wakefulness, and the sleepy muddled smile on her face dropped.

Fuck.

“Fuck,” she gasped, looking around, as if she didn’t believe what had happened. “Goddamn it,” she sighed, softer now, sitting up, the sheets pooling around her waist. “Liam, I…”

He couldn’t speak; his stomach was ringed into knots, and he wanted to puke. “Yeah…” He forced himself to say, trying to stop the bile that threatened to bubble up. “I got swim practice,” he found himself woodenly saying, the words true, but sick and heavy.

She didn’t say anything, but those eyes, fuck her eyes, they were so beautiful, and when had he ever used that word, let alone noticed a girl’s eyes, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, caressed the side of her face with his hand. Brushed his thumb over the high angles of her cheekbone. She looked at him again now, he could tell she was waiting, wanting to say something, but she didn’t, and fuck him, if he stayed longer, he’d spill everything on his stomach out, and he couldn’t do that, and whatever this was, he had to do something, leave now, so that he could hang onto it, maybe later, they could talk about it, but what was there to say, he couldn’t say “Jo I like you, you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, I want to be around you all the time,” nothing stupid like that, he’d never hear the end of it –

But then she kissed him again, and after, she held her forehead to his. “Don’t be late for practice,” she said, still smelling of him and sweat and traces of her perfume, and if he could burn it all into his memory, make sure that she smelled, looked like this all of the time, with her hair mussed and love bites that he’d pepped her throat with, and if he could keep her mark on him, the solitary bite she’d placed to the inside of his thigh, then maybe things would turn out all right; she’d give him more reason to stay in school, and before he was about to blurt out the words he’d said so often and never meant but now felt like the most perfect thing in the world, she swatted his arm.

“Get out. You’ll be late,” and he wanted to be hurt, more than before, but without looking, he thought he heard a bit of a laugh in her voice, and then, maybe, there’d be something more to this, maybe they could actually talk about it –

“Yeah,” he stumbled out, and rolled out of her bed, getting his clothes together. He’d have to go by his dorm first. Maybe he’d be lucky and Seth would already be gone – or maybe Seth never came back to the dorm; he was getting fucked on the regular.

“Next session’s in the library,” Jo said, stifling a bit of a yawn. “Tonight after your meet, 9, remember?”

He was glad that his face was away from hers at that time. “Yeah,” he echoed. “9, at the library.”

Fuck.

 

[ericrodman101]

So, Holly was pregnant and Liam was seeing Jo.

Somehow those two facts seemed to overwhelm everything else happening in Seth's life. He'd tried to speak with Liam about Holly after their exchange at the pool. He didn't really get it. Holly asked him to fuck her up the ass. He didn't force himself on her. He enjoyed it, the sheer audacious obscenity of it, even if he didn't enjoy her passive response.

But that made sense when Holly told him she was pregnant. "It's not me," Seth had responded, as much a statement as a question. He was almost 100% percent certain he'd always used condoms pussy fucking. So certain because he picked them up off the floor in the morning and disposed of them. When he forgot, the used condoms were still on Holly's floor next time he came round. It was another advantage of anal. No used condoms.

"No, it isn't you," Holly had said. "Thank Christ," he'd responded, which just sent her off into another silent funk. And then he'd remembered Liam's words. "Are you OK?" Silence. "Holly, are you OK, I mean really OK."

Silence. She was pregnant. As if she'd want to talk to him about it, Seth thought.

"Have you told anyone? Have you told....Jo?"

Of course Jo would be the one to pop into his head. Jo and Holly. Roommates. Inseparable...once. Yet they hadn't talked about Jo since....Seth couldn't even remember. Friends fall out, drift away, people grow....even shrink maybe.

"Why don't you tell Jo? She will know what to do."

....................................................

Liam was seeing Jo. That's what he wanted to talk about at swim training. Seth had shrugged his shoulders. So Liam was seeing Jo. Tutoring.

"I've never heard it called that before," Seth said, trying to be funny to disguise the strange way he felt. "Tutoring each others brains out."

All the times he'd wanted to see Jo after that first time, in the woods. It seemed like a dream now. The beautiful, clever, sassy black girl who fucked me. Fucked me. Not who I fucked. Who fucked me. And then walked out of my life. And I....well, I did nothing to keep her, he thought. Nothing....

Liam was talking, even while Seth daydreamed. Tutoring. Coach Jackson had insisted. Organised the whole thing. Some sort of tuition deal. Liam passes the class, Jo gets a discount. And why not? It was a smart thing to do. So why did Liam feel uneasy?

Because it wouldn't stop at tutoring. Not if Seth knew Liam. And Jo. If she wanted Liam. It wouldn't be quick. She wouldn't be easy. No, Jo would size him up. Is he the one? Is Liam worth it? And it got Seth thinking even harder. Dance. Movies. Classic porn. All that intellectualising. Was that Liam? Seth felt suddenly threatened by the relationship, just by the prospect of it.

But why? What stupid, baseless, juvenile claim did he have on Jo? Nothing, but the cramp in his gut that said he didn't want Liam fucking Jo.

.....................................................

One evening Seth was alone in the dorm. Jo was tutoring Liam. Where did they go? The library? Downstairs where it was dimly lit and quiet? Her room? Did she have a new roommate after Holly? He cursed himself for not knowing. For not asking Liam. For not finding Jo.

He had the pretext. Holly. Who'd been away after her grandmother died. Seth didn't miss fucking Holly. He didn't really much care if she never returned, but she would be back tomorrow according to her text. 'C U then' she wrote. Because she wanted to or because he was her habit? And she his?

Was Holly a habit? Seth fucked other girls. Cristina. And her Asian girlfriend Janine who folded her slender body into his, then curved beneath him when they fucked like some slippery, sexy ribbon he could never quite grab hold of.

Holly needed intervention. Seth hoped during the week at home someone in the family might have noticed. And he would speak with Jo. Or get Liam to do it. Jo would know what to do.

Seth looked up when Liam returned.

"How is the tutoring?"

"You mean, how is Jo?"

Fucking Liam, reads me like a book.

"Yeah, how is Jo? And the tutoring?"

Liam grunted 'fine' and went to say more, but just moved his mouth.

"Can you ask her to go see Holly? She comes back tomorrow, but it's a bad idea. She's not right...you know...not well..."

Liam sat at the desk, opened his laptop and switched it on. The screen lit up on Pornhub. It was how they spent evenings together now.

"Jo likes ramen," Liam said.

"So you're up to ramen, then? Why are you telling me this?"

"Thought we might watch some Asian. Gay. Yeah?"

Is Liam fucking Jo and watching Asian gay porn with me? Shit!

"Watch these two daddies fucking this little Asian guy," Liam said. "Is this what it's like with Janine?"

"Yeah, except Janine has a pussy and it's just me," Seth said. But as he watched, the Asian twink was notably androgynous and slender and bent between the two older white men the way Janine curved under him. It made Seth hard. He sat on the edge of Liam's bed to get a better view. Liam stood and slipped off his shorts and underwear, then reclined the chair, playing with his cock.

"Do you think it's odd the way we watch gay porn together?" Seth asked.

"It's just bodies," Liam said. "And these guys really know how to fuck and suck and work a cock....this is all about....ideas. Homework. Watch how this little guy sucks off these two guys. Is this how Janine does it? Watch his mouth....watch and shut up."

Watching the gay porn reminded Seth of Janine, at least superficially. But somehow it reminded him of Jo. The Asian kid had dark eyes and a strangely controlling way of dominating the two older men. The scenario was typical. Two western men go to Bangkok and hire a twink for a week. But the twink in this film was a pro. This was no first time, no amateur opportunistic rape. He worked the cocks with his mouth in a way that said 'you won't forget this. And you'll want it like this every time'.

Seth couldn't get Jo and the library out of his head, even as Liam grunted and hissed his way towards orgasm. Finding Jo waiting for him in the quiet, dim library, embracing and kissing, undressing, pleasuring each other, his mouth on her pussy, hers on his cock, her swallowing him and then his cumming in her mouth. Receiving was submissive in porn and the Asian guy was playing it that way. But he was permitting the two white guys to fuck him. Like Jo. Always in charge. Always calling the shots. Making him wait. Letting him go so far. Making him feel special, select, the one she allowed in, not because she had to or couldn't stop him, but because he was the one she chose.

Seth held his cock in his hand. He was hard and excited. Liam was verbalising indistinctly. The Asian kid on screen was lying on his back, permitting the two older men to splash their semen into his open mouth, face up, tongue out, but eyes carefully focused on the close-up lens. The kid knew what he was doing and the viewers did too, if they cared to look.

"Let me cum in your mouth," Liam said, standing and turning, flopping his cock in Seth's unsuspecting face. "Let me..."

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"About last night...."

Seth lay in his bed, eyes on the ceiling, hands behind his head. He said nothing.

"Hey," Liam said. "About last night."

Liam had cum across Seth's face, suddenly and copiously. It wasn't so much of a shock to Seth as an awakening. 'So this is what it's like for a girl', he kept thinking, Liam's cock in his face, the white goo discharging against his flesh. Liam's cum creamed his cheek like so much mucus. It had that telltale scent, and he kept his mouth shut instinctively, even though he'd tasted his own semen on Jo's lips. He wasn't revolted and he wasn't aroused. His own orgasm followed moments later, into his hand, his thoughts now torn between Jo and Liam, his friend standing startled and spent, holding his cock as if waiting for permission to stand down.

Permission. Whatever I do next, Seth thought, will be giving Liam permission. On my terms or his?

"Don't worry about it," Seth said. "You got excited and you came on my face."

Liam had mumbled an apology, then sheepishly started cleaning himself up with a tissue before handing the box to Seth and saying 'you first'. They'd switched off the light and gone to bed in an embarrassed silence.

Seth heard Liam climb out of bed and cross the room. His friend stood over the second bed and opened his mouth to speak.

"And don't apologise," Seth said. "It doesn't matter."

"I'm fucking Jo," Liam said.

Seth stared, then let out a deep sigh.

"No, Liam. Jo's fucking you. Is there anything else you want me to say?"

"I'm fucking Jo and it's great. She's great and I want to keep doing it. And...."

Seth lifted his eyebrows in anticipation.

"And I think I'm gay."

What was Seth’s deal? He didn’t give a shit about him fucking Jo, and apparently didn’t care that he’d jizzed all over his face. And didn’t seem to care when he said he thought he was gay. So Liam tried it again.

“I think I’m gay.”

It still sounded weird. Felt weird. But it was easier than saying the real thing - I’m curious about you sucking my cock, Seth. I’m curious about sucking your cock. What would it be like if Jo and I both sucked your cock and then fucked her?

“I dunno; it’s weird. I…Yeah. Jo.” Felt easier to turn back to something he knew better. Jo was weird. He still felt weird about her. Weird in a good way. Weird that he wanted to have more. Couldn’t tell Seth that. Fuck.

“Look, forget I said anything.” Easier still to change the subject. “You don’t give a fuck, huh?” And he laughed, partially out of relief, and partially for a reason he wasn’t sure of. “Don’t care that I’m fucking Jo and she’s the best fuck of my life? Like, I don’t even wanna fuck anyone else. It’s that good.” It sounded like bullshit, coming from him, but there was a certain upward quirk to Liam’s mouth that softened it; made it true. Then, as if realizing he said way too much, the tips of his ears turned red, and Liam rubbed a hand over his forehead. “Whatever. Forget I said anything,” he repeated.

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“I love you,” Liam blurted, “Fuck, I love you,” he repeated, his cock lazily pulsing deep within her body, his forehead resting against hers. She made a sound, half-way between a cough and a snort, and wiggled from under him.

“Bullshit,” she said, shortly, sharply. But not unkindly.

He froze, unable to register what just happened. The pleasant, world softening glow of his orgasm had turned to ice in his veins. She’d take advantage of his being still, and wiggled from under him, carelessly. It was one of the things he’d grown to like, no, love, fuck, why had he said that? It was the right thing to say. It felt like it? Something like that. Fuck, he was confused.

“Bullshit,” she said, softer this time. “You don’t love me, Liam. You’ve said a million times before. Including to Holly,” she rolled over on her side, draping her arm across her side. “We have fun. This is fun, right?” She ran her hand gently down his chest.

“Yeah, but, that…” He couldn’t find the right words. It was fun. It felt good and more than that it felt right. Right.

“Being with you feels right,” and he could have kicked himself for saying such a fucking sentimental thing. But it was how he felt. “I’m not lying,” he added, wanting to cringe more within himself for being so weak.

She was quiet. Too quiet.

“…Liam, what is it that you’re trying to say?”

What was he trying to say? He liked cock, or was interested in it - he knew that much. Couldn’t keep his eyes off of Seth’s package. Looked a little around at the other guys on the team, but mainly it was Seth. Seth and that monster cock of his. The same cock that had been in Jo. Stretched her, probably, but she was still tight and fucking right around him, ha, imagine that, him and Seth fucking the same girl -

“I dunno,” he mumbled, feeling his ears burn. “I like you, Jo. I like this. I..Look, real talk, I haven’t even fucked another girl. I just…”

“…I don’t…”

Her phone buzzed on the nearby table. Relieved to have an escape, she reached over. Her brows knit, and her face looked suddenly very troubled.

“You ok-“

“It’s Holly. I haven’t heard from her in weeks - look, I gotta take this.” Jo turned to face him.

“But what about this-” This was important, he wanted to cry. He’d just put himself out there and she didn’t even take him seriously.

“Liam, I gotta take this.”

…Fuck. “…Yeah.” There was no fighting with her. And here he was, stuck again.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Jo’s hands were shaking. They settled a bit when she picked up her cup of tea, but the minute she set it down, the trembling in her fingers was noticeable. They jumped and twitched with a mind all their own. She took in a deep breath, and let it out.

She hadn’t talked to Holly in months. The phone calls had tapered off - naturally, she’d thought - but then, that weird thing with Seth hadn’t helped them close the gap, either. So what if Holly was fucking Seth - it was inevitable. And it wasn’t like Jo had any claim to the redhead. And, if she were being honest, now she was fucking Liam.

“This whole fucking campus, and we’re just trading cocks,” Jo grumbled to herself, staring at her distorted reflection in her cup. And now, she was trying to process what all had happened over the last few hours. Holly had met her at the coffee shop - and blurted out that she was pregnant, that she was thinking about leaving school, maybe getting an abortion, everything was so mixed up and she didn’t know what to do and she was so glad that Jo had picked up the phone because she needed to talk to somebody, anybody, someone who gave a shit and even though things had gone poorly, and she hadn’t half expected Jo to answer the phone, she had, and here they were -

It was a decent enough distraction from Liam, that was for sure. His “confession,” if she could even call it that, kept circling round and round her head. What if he meant it? What if he was actually in love with her? Loved her? Wanted more? There was no way. Sure, he’d gotten more serious about his studies, but that was because his future rode on it. Fine. And he’d done some sweet things, and actually wasn’t that bad, but fuck -

She downed the rest of her cup of tea. It had been a week since she had that confrontation with Holly, and her nerves were still shot. She’d been avoiding Liam since that day. Maybe her hormones were getting to her - she’d gone from being damn near celibate to getting it every day. Liam was a beast (in the best way possible), and after that first go…It was like a dam had broken. Liam was up for any time, anywhere - and always, always made sure that she came. Apparently that was a rarity for him; she should consider herself lucky.

But fuck, what DID she want?

“For life to get back to normal, before all of this,” she sighed aloud. Resting her chin in her palm, she sighed again, watching fat chunks of snow flutter down from the sky.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it, continuing to watch the sky. It was overcast; no change to see the moon through those clouds. Even if there was a moon out tonight. Her phone buzzed again. Then again. With a grumble, Jo pulled it from her pocket.

What are you doing? I bet nothing.

Can we talk?

Come on; talk to me. Look, just meet me here; at a party, come on, end of the semester, let’s celebrate!

Jo frowned, her nose wrinkling. She wasn’t in the mood for a party. But maybe this was something that Holly needed. One last break from whatever reality she had to face when she came home during the winter break. Something like that.

“I’m going to regret this,” Jo sighed, standing up. Shouldering her bag, she headed out. The address, she wasn’t super familiar with, but it was within a brisk walking distance. Maybe the cold air would help clear her head; help her figure out what all was going on in her life and the best way to navigate through it all.