Not the Girl Next Door

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Our LDR lasted all of a month.

This was before cell phones and free long distance phone calls. Everything was done via actual paper letters and very infrequent phone calls late at night when the rates were low. Email had just started as a thing accessible to college students. We got accounts right away when we figured this out and were emailing on a daily basis, but that quickly dropped off.

And then came the message.

I don’t think I can do this anymore. Long distance is just…too hard. I can’t. I’m so sorry, Shane. I want to stop writing and calling for a few weeks. Please respect this decision I’ve made. I’m so sorry.

That was it. That was the extent of the email. I stared at the glowing green text on the now-ancient computer terminal. I didn’t know what to do or what to think.

For some reason I printed out the short email and left the computer lab.

I certainly didn’t confide this over the internet breakup with my roommate. He was an ass. (Though looking back, I wonder if I was one of the first people to be dumped via the internet.)

I had a study group that night. I went to it but barely participated. The group was only five of us. It wasn’t like I could hide in the crowd.

“Shane, are you just going to sit there staring at your book all night?” Rob, the only other guy in the group, asked me.

In response, I said, “My girlfriend just dumped me.”

I told them the whole story.

That elicited some sympathy. I felt validated.

I got invited to a party for the next night. Friday. I didn’t want to go. Rob and Alice and Tami and Tina all insisted I go.

I didn’t go.

Rob and Alice showed up at my dorm room door and dragged me to the party.

The party was lame. Or at least the party was lame until I met Gwen.

I woke up the next morning in Gwen’s bed.

For a second I panicked thinking I had lost my memory. I had drunk one beer because I hated the taste of beer and even a romantic breakup wasn’t going to get me to change my mind on that.

Sitting up I woke up Gwen and remembered how the whole night went.

Mostly we had talked.

I remembered the old adage: “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”

Gwen mentioned her roommate was gone for the weekend.

We went back to her place.

Yes, we had s*x.

Yes, it was very good.

No, you don’t get the details.

That’s just for her and me.

But it was fantastic.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said to her.

She pointed, indicating a direction down the long hallway of the dorm. “That way all the way at the end.”

I nodded, tossed on my clothes, and all but ran to empty my bladder.

I might have just left then, never to see Gwen again, but I hadn’t bothered with my boots and I wasn’t going to give up my beloved Doc Martens for a one-night stand.

I returned to Gwen’s room and knocked.

She let me in standing behind the door because she was naked. I blinked, checking her out for what seemed like the first time.

“What?” she asked as she semi-casually went back to the bed, rolling into it, covering herself with the blankets.

She had great t**s. Not as big as Lissa’s, but big enough. A nice ass. Bigger than Lissa’s. She was a blonde in contrast to Lissa’s brunette hair. I found it interesting that Lissa’s pubic curls were the same color as the curls on her head, but Gwen’s pubes were a shade darker than her light blonde hair.

I told myself to stop comparing Lissa to Gwen. It was rude.

“I…uh…I just came back for my boots. And I expected you to be dressed.”

She was puzzled; her brow furrowed. “Don’t you want to have s*x again?”

I blinked again. Gwen surprised me. “Uh…yeah, but you know, I’m sort of getting over a breakup.”

Gwen laughed at me. I deserved to be laughed at. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” she said. “My roommate’s gone and I’m taking advantage of it. Do you mind me taking advantage of you?”

She pulled the blankets down low enough to show off her t**s. They were great. Perfectly sized with areola, n****e, and breast size all proportionate.

It would have been rude to say no.

I quickly stripped and joined her in bed. Her skin was warm and soft. We kissed and I stiffened.

“Uh…don’t take this the wrong way,” I said, “but I’m a little fuzzy on details from last night—”

“You were great,” she interrupted me.

I laughed nervously. “Thanks, but I…I honestly don’t remember what we did for birth control.”

“I’m safe. I’m on the pill.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

She opened up her legs and I started getting into position. I decided that I liked casual s*x.

Then Gwen continued on. “I went on it to regulate my period. My mother thought it was going to make me a slut. I told her I was still a virgin.”

My c**k head was right at her holy vestibule. “Are you?” I asked in jest.

“No, and I wasn’t a virgin when I told her I was.”

“Ah…that’s…that’s good.”

“She was right though,” said Gwen with a wink. “It has turned me into a slut.”

My eyes went wide and Gwen laughed at me. “Are…are you?”

“I f****d you, didn’t I?”

I didn’t want the conversation to continue so I just shoved my c**k into her. She accepted me with a grunt and grin. “Oof. Big boy! I like that.”

There was nothing for me to say to that, so I just started f*****g her. Like all college s*x, it wasn’t particularly skillful, but it was enthusiastic. And energetic. And relatively quick.

I did manage to hold back long enough to get a real reaction out of her. Maybe she was faking, but it didn’t matter because if she was, her acting skills were incredible.

Plus her p***y flashed hot as she came. And she clamped down on me. Not enough to stop me from thrusting, but more than enough for me to feel it. I came a moment later.

We both felt it. We gazed into each other’s eyes and shared that moment you can only have with a new s*x partner.

After rolling off her and panting heavily, I said, “That was incredible.”

With a straight face she said, “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

I laughed in frustration and annoyance. “Really? That’s all I get. ‘Pretty good’?”

“Umm…above average,” she said with a giggle. “B+ work to be sure.”

Playing along with her. “Okay, but what is your sample set? Do you have a large enough sample to adequately make a determination of skill and ability?”

“Four,” she said.

I blinked. “Four what?”

“I’ve had s*x with four guys. Is that a large enough sample size?” She eyed me, challenging me.

“Uh…I guess so.”

“What about you?” Gwen asked.

“What about me?”

“How many partners have you had?”

I froze. I suddenly felt inadequate so I went for a joke. “I’m gonna be honest. I haven’t f****d one single guy in my life.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. How many girls…women…have you slept with?”

I could have dodged or made a joke.

I didn’t.

“Just two.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide.

“Including you.”

Her eyes went wider.

“Okay, since you’re relatively inexperienced, I’ll grade you on a curve. A- work.”

“Thanks!”

“What about me?” she asked.

“What about you?”

“Grade me.”

“Uh…A+!”

She swatted me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Our play argument dissolved into a minor wrestling match. For a girl she was pretty strong, but I was bigger and stronger and she wasn’t exactly fighting back. Somehow I wound up on top of her again. She opened up her legs and I realized we were about to have s*x again.

“Big and can go twice in a row,” she complimented me, wiggling her hips about to get me aligned.

“Hey, I don’t want to have to do all the work,” I complained and pulled back and wondered what the hell I was doing. I was going to get to have s*x with a beautiful and willing partner and I was saying no.

“Want me on top?” she asked.

“Uh…sure?”

Swapping positions was easy. I liked her on top. I got to watch her pretty breasts moving around and I liked it when she rested her hands on my chest as she rode me.

This time we were quieter. There was less conversation. There was a lot more moaning and her panting and making lovely noises.

I lasted longer. That only made sense because even if I could get it up for a second round, I wasn’t on such a hair trigger.

She liked that.

Between both our efforts she got to c*m three times before I was fully spent.

I loved it when she collapsed on my chest and I got to hold her.

Getting dumped by Lissa was the best thing that ever happened to my s*x life.

“This was nice,” I finally said, “but I should get going back to my dorm. Shower. Food. I’ve got a bio test to study for.”

“Human Bio 102?” she asked me. “Dr. Duetch?”

“Yeah.” It was held in the largest lecture hall on campus. Our college was small, so three hundred students in the same room at the same time was big for us.

“I’m in that class. Want to study together later today?” she offered.

I didn’t give my answer any thought. “Yes.”

We spent most of the weekend together. I told my friends and floor mates that I was studying. That was mostly true. Gwen and I studied a lot of human bio.

We even opened our textbooks.

Somehow we both managed to scrape by with solid Bs on the test Monday morning.

Tuesday evening we met for dinner at the central dining hall. It was so easy to slip into a relationship.

It was, at least, until Gwen, sitting across from me at the small two-person table we were using, said to me, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

I paused with a French fry halfway to my mouth. “You’re not?”

“I came here to get an education not to f**k around. I’m not going back to the shitty little town where my family has lived for a hundred years.”

“Okay, got it. What was this past weekend all about then?”

She munched on her meal for a moment, giving my question some thought. “s*x. I have needs and you have needs. It was good and helped us.”

“So…you don’t want to see me anymore?”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “But we’re not dating, not doing a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. This is just going to be about fucking.”

I was going to point out that was a sort of relationship, but I was positive that she wouldn"t have appreciated the fine distinction. “I’m good with that.”

“Bed buddies it is then,” she declared.

“I’ll call you when I’m horny.”

“Same.”

For all her boldness about not wanting a relationship, it seemed like we had more and more s*x. We plotted out our roommates’ schedules, when they would be out of the rooms, so we could f**k. We f****d at every opportunity.

It was impossible to keep our relationship secret from friends, so we didn’t bother, but we downplayed it.

We didn’t do everything together. We kept it as casual as we could.

Everyone was convinced we were having an epic romance.

The extent of our romance was a dining hall meal before f*****g in a dorm bed and then studying the rest of the night.

We did occasionally go to events together, but we certainly didn’t go to any of the formals as each other’s date. We went solo.

And hooked up when we got there.

I kept Lissa in the back of my mind during the year, but I didn’t contact her ever. I actually avoided her street during Christmas break. At the end of the school year, I had no idea where my relationship with Gwen was going. We lived a good four hour drive apart with little chance of visiting.

“We should play it cool over summer,” said Gwen. “Keep it more casual.”

“Can’t be more casual than not seeing each other.” I was in her bed as she paced back and forth in the small space of her dorm room. She was naked so I got to switch from seeing her t**s and p***y to her ass as she walked her tiny route. It was great, but distracting.

“Maybe we should date other people over the summer.”

“Sure,” I said with absolutely no intention of dating anyone.

“Keep calls and letters to a minimum.”

“It sounds like you never want to f**k me again,” I said.

“Maybe it’ll be a big build up to September,” she suggested.

My c**k stirred at that thought. “I could maybe do that. But I can’t promise I’m not going to j******f to you over summer.”

“Want to j******f right here and now?” she asked.

I pulled down the sheets to show her my erect c**k. I started pumping my fist up and down the shaft. “I already am.”

“p*****t, j*********f in front of a young lady,” she said as she stopped pacing and went to her knees next to the bed. A moment later I was in her mouth and watching as she sucked me off.

She was good at giving head.

Very good.

Excellent even.

Perfect.

She knew how to suck, how to lick, when to cup the balls, when to stroke the shaft, how to tease with the threat of her teeth, how to make it feel like she was literally sucking my soul out of my body through my c**k.

I came in her mouth. Gwen wasn’t shy about swallowing c*m. She said it was an easier way to deal with c*m than having to catch it in a towel or get it on her face. When I asked her about cumming in her p***y she said that was a pain to clean up, but the feeling was more than worth it.

As I came, she looked up at me. We locked eyes. I was convinced she was a succubus stealing my soul through my c**k and my eyes. It was worth it.

“How do you do that?” I gasped when she was done.

“Suck it hard and know what he likes,” she said casually. “I can teach you how to give a b*****b if you want. We’ll just need to find a guy willing to help us out.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m going to miss you over summer,” she said. It was the first bit of sentimentality I had gotten from her. We had finals in two days and knew things were coming to an end.

“Thanks. Same goes for me.”

“Be sure to f**k at least one girl over summer. I want you to come back with better s*x skills.”

“I thought I was the best you’ve ever had!”

“B+ at best.”

“Who is your A+?”

“Haven’t met him yet.”

“You’re still my A+,” I told her.

“You need more experience.”

That was the Gwen I knew and loved.

But I couldn’t tell her that I loved her.