Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
My summer was a shitty job at the local, tiny kiddie amusement park. I avoided thinking about Lissa. I wrote Gwen every few days. We agreed to call only on late night weekends when the rates were cheap.
I considered asking out a couple of coworkers. Deidre, the cute girl who ran the snow cone concession flirted shamelessly and came incredibly close to asking me out. I showed more interpersonal skills than I knew I had by suddenly talking about my college girlfriend, driving Deidre away.
I was thrilled to get back to college. New and better dorm. A place I liked and enjoyed. Hooking up with Gwen again.
We called the night before we were headed back to make plans for the first day on campus.
“Let’s not go overboard,” she said.
“Of course not,” I agreed. “We’re going to keep it casual.”
My dorm room phone rang while I was still in the process of unpacking. It was Gwen. Luckily my parents had dropped me off and left for home. My new roommate, a person unknown to me, had yet to appear.
“I’m horny. Wanna f**k?”
I couldn’t help but keep from laughing. “Your place or mine? My roommate hasn’t shown up yet.”
“Yours. Cathy is taking forever to unpack.”
Ten minutes later she was in my room.
A minute after that we were naked and I was inside her. I f****d her as hard and fast as I could. I loved hearing her moans. She was wet and horny for me. I was certain parents and students could hear us f*****g but we didn’t care.
Gwen screamed into my pillow to muffle the noise when she came. She was on all fours and I was f*****g her from behind when she came. The hot flash in her p***y was all I needed to push me over the edge. As she was coming down from her c****x, I was pumping my c*m into her.
“I needed that,” she said.
“Me too.”
“How many?” she asked.
“How many what?” Gwen was like that. She’d ask a question out of nowhere and expect me to know.
“How many girls did you f**k over summer? I’m guessing five, a good number. Just enough to give you a little more experience but not so much that everyone thinks you’re a manslut.”
“Zero.”
She glared at me. “Not even one. Shane, come on! That’s terrible. Were you in an all-male prison camp all summer? Even then you should have gotten f****d in the ass at least once.”
I pushed her to the side of my bed and gave myself a little space. “One girl asked me out,” I semi-lied. “I said no.”
“Why the f**k not!?” She actually shouted at me. If she was faking, she was a damn good actress.
“Because…I don’t know. I was hung up on you and I was hung up on Lissa.”
Gwen blinked and screwed up her cute little nose. “Who the f**k is Lissa?”
“My ex-girlfriend from high school.”
She blinked again. “You’ve got some f*****g problems, Shane.”
“I know, I know.”
“You need to get the f**k over her. You’ve been f*****g me for a year now.”
“It’ll be a year on October 3rd.”
Gwen sighed. “You get hung up on women way too easily.”
“I know.”
“We need to find you someone else to fuck.”
“No. I’m good.”
“I f****d two guys over summer break.”
I pressed my lips together. It felt like she had punched me in the gut.
“Derek was charming when he asked me out, but he was an octopus in the car and the movie theater. He was lousy in bed. Michael was okay, polite and all that, but he came way too fast.”
Her disappointments in the s****l arena made me happy because I indulge in schadenfreude too much.
“That’s too bad.”
She shrugged. “We did it three more times. He was always fast and barely adequate. Definitely not husband material. s*x was so bad over summer I was so glad to get back to you and f**k someone who knew what he was doing.”
“That’s quite a compliment coming from you.”
“Thanks. So why didn’t you call up Lissa? I bet she would have banged you again.”
“You don’t know anything about her. How could you even make that sort of wild speculation?”
“You should have asked her. How much did you talk to her?”
“I didn’t even see her:”
“That’s f****d up, Shane. You didn’t even acknowledge the existence of your high school girlfriend over summer break?”
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“Even with the chance to f**k her?”
“I had no chance with her.”
“Yeah, not with that attitude.”
I sighed. “Are we going to keep this up all year?” I asked her.
“What?”
“Arguing and bickering?”
“I sure hope so. And lots of s*x. Lots of meaningless and enthusiastic sex.”
“Sounds good.”
It didn’t turn out that way exactly.
The problem with having lots and lots of good s*x was that it often turned into something else.
At least it did with Gwen and me.
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