Fun and Games

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jobeth and I dated for the next six months. It wasn’t the beginning of an intense and passionate relationship, but we had a good time together. The s*x was always world class. She never complained about my small c**k. I was always willing to worship her p***y and any other body part.

But I had a problem. I might have had a small c**k but my balls were plenty big and that meant too much testosterone. In short, one woman wasn’t enough for me.

While we had never formalized our relationship we did get to the point of calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. She had a great job working as a sales rep for a medical insurance company. She had a company car and wasn’t always home every night. I just took it on faith that she wasn’t screwing around on me.

I shouldn’t have, because I was certainly screwing around on her.

I had grown up working in one capacity or another for the family construction supply business. Not actual construction, but construction supply. Those essential products that the orange bucket and blue bucket big box stores don’t carry or are a pain in the ass to get to the contractors.

It wasn’t a great job, but it paid the bills and I had sufficient free time. Free time I would use to chat up women online and women I met when visiting for contractors’ offices.

I knew Di was trouble because she was the most muscular woman I had ever met that wasn’t a lesbian or a bodybuilder. She worked for a roofing company. My family business would custom make roofing trusses for her company. She did actual work. She was a good five years older than me.

And of course she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

She kept her hair cut short and practical.

I thought she was a lesbian when I first met her—can you blame me?—and flirted shamelessly with her.

She flirted back.

I shouldn’t have taken her back to my apartment, but it was close and convenient and I knew that Jobeth was off on one of her business trips.

A little extra on the side never hurt anyone.

Diana was a tiger in bed. I had never f****d anyone with such an athletic body. I could feel her muscles under her skin. It was amazing. She had stamina that I couldn’t believe. Because of her lean body, she had the smallest t**s of any woman I’d ever been with. Also one of the smallest asses, but it was tight. She loved to f**k doggy and even offered her ass to me.

“Maybe next time.”

“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” she teased me.

“I already made you c*m five times. I know there’s going to be a next time.”

She laughed and craned her neck back so I could kiss her. “Make me c*m five more times and we’ll talk about it.”

I continued pounding away at her p***y. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit. I loved it when her p***y clamped down on me and milked my c**k.

Eventually we collapsed, exhausted and sweaty, onto my bed.

“You have lovely skin,” I complimented her. Our limbs were tangled together. Her skin was soft and smooth, but right under the surface I could feel her muscles. She was decorated here and there with tattoos. Nothing outrageous, but she had more tattoos than any woman I had ever bedded.

“Thank you. You’ve gone soft,” she said, squeezing my limp c**k.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll f**k you again.”

We might have dozed for more than ten minutes. Not more than an hour. Still, it didn’t matter because when Jobeth came through the door, she was f*****g pissed.

All I remember is being woken up by the bedroom door slamming. Jobeth was standing there, seething.

“You f*****g asshole!” she screamed at me. “You think you can just f**k whoever you want whenever you want?”

I sat bolt upright and didn’t bother to hide my nudity or Di’s. My newest partner blinked in surprise, clutched the sheets to her small t**s, and waited to see what would happen.

“Jobeth! I’m…I’m sorry. I…I…I…” I struggled for words. Jobeth waited patiently. Or maybe impatiently. I don’t know. “I can’t explain. I f****d her because I was horny and you weren’t around.”

“Get used to f*****g her because I won’t be around anymore.” She stalked over to the side of the bed that I occupied and slapped me across the face. I didn’t even try to block her.

I deserved it.

Then she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

“Your girlfriend?” asked Di after we heard the front door of the house slam, indicating she had fully left. I wondered what the upstairs neighbors thought.

“I think ex-girlfriend at this point,” I told her.

There was a knock at my bedroom door.

“Curt? You in there? I think your girlfriend just left. She sounded pissed.”

I wondered when Stan had gotten home. Had he been home the entire time I had been f*****g Di?

“Yeah. She’s probably not going to be coming around again,” I told him through the door.

“Yeah. Okay. Cool. You got someone in there with you?”

I glanced at Di and she gave me a wan smile.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Cool. Bathroom’s free if you want it.”

And that ended my relationship with Jobeth.

And it started a more complicated phase of my life.