25-12-2018, 03:39 PM
Cheating and Rivals Pt. 05
[Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 5 continues the flashback from Part 4.]
The first month apart passed slowly. Mike and Jen emailed and texted constantly, and called each other once a week (it was too expensive to call more often).
For Mike, being around and working with so many brilliant people at Cambridge was incredibly intellectually stimulating, and he was getting a lot out of it. But he missed Jen desperately, and couldn't shake a nagging insecurity that she would find someone else and break up with him before he got home.
Jen missed Mike terribly. Keeping busy helped. She worked extra hard on her grades, and continued working part time at the women's clinic to earn and save money. Mike had loaned her the money for her tuition that semester. At first she couldn't stand the thought of another person paying her tuition, as she wanted Penn State to be hers. She hadn't wanted Mike (or any other person) to make it his (even partially) by paying. But now that they were so close – a couple – and she trusted him, she didn't mind Mike paying. It was like how he paid for the apartment, and how he always paid when they went out. He was taking care of her, and she liked the feeling of being taken care of. But still, she wanted to make the effort of paying Mike back.
Later that week Jen went over to Mike's apartment, to get a text book she accidentally left there. She knocked on the door. She didn't know if the guy renting Mike's apartment was home, but she still had a key if he wasn't.
The door opened and suddenly Jen was looking at a tall muscular guy wearing only a towel around his waist. He clearly just got out of the shower.
"Um, I'm Jennifer Johnson," Jen said. "My boyfriend Mike rented this place to you? I left a book here."
"Oh okay, I'm Ricky," Ricky said moving aside to let Jen in. "Go ahead and get your book."
Jen went into the kitchen to get the book. She'd left it on top of the refrigerator of all places. When she got out Ricky had put on jeans and was pulling on a t-shirt. The t-shirt didn't hide his muscular chest and hard abs, and he wore the jeans well. Jen quickly averted her eyes, realizing she was staring.
"Want a beer?" Ricky asked grinning at her.
"Kinda early isn't it?" Jen said. It was only 3pm. Had he noticed her staring?
"I just got home from practice," Ricky said with a shrug.
"Oh, um, football?" Jen asked.
"No, baseball," Ricky said. Seeing her questioning look, he grinned and said "Yeah, it's not baseball season but we practice year round. You used to go with Colin right?"
"Used to," Jen said. "How do you know Mike?"
"We were in the same dorm freshman year," Ricky said.
"You're a grad student?" Jen asked.
"No, I'm kind of on the 6 year plan," he said with a laugh. "Or maybe it's 7 years. I got red-shirted, then took a couple years off. You know, grades. I'm technically a junior. Same as you, right? Sure you don't want a beer?" Ricky opened the refrigerator and bent down to get a beer. Jen's eyes followed him, focusing on his ass. He fit those jeans really well.
"Um, no, I better go," Jen sputtered, moving to the door.
"Maybe I'll see you around," Ricky said as he opened his beer.
"Yeah, maybe," Jen said, feeling flushed. She leaned against the wall outside Mike's apartment. "Wow, he's a hottie," she thought.
Back at the sorority house Jen found a red ribbon taped to her bedroom door. Jen shared a bedroom with Allie, and that was their "I'm with someone" sign (like a clothes hanger).
Jen rolled her eyes. This happened a few times a week, Allie hooking up with a guy. Her best friend was a nympho, she loved sex. But Jen knew she was just as bad. Back when they were together she was always in bed with Colin, and when they were broken up she had a series of short term boyfriends. The same was true with Mike, over the summer they had sex almost every day (in fact she couldn't remember a day when they didn't).
Jen stared at the red ribbon on the door, missing Mike. She wondered who Allie had in their room. Her thoughts flashed to Ricky, his muscular body damp from the shower, only a towel around his waist. She remembered how his stomach looked, hard and well defined, a patch of curly hair running up from the towel to pass his belly button.
Jen shook her head to excise these thoughts from her mind. Then she heard moans from the other side of the door, and the banging of the bed against the wall. Allie was getting fucked really hard.
Jen felt her nipples hardening, her pussy tingling. The problem was, Mike wasn't here. And they still had 5 months to go. Five freaking months! She consoled herself remembering Mike would be home for Christmas. She sighed and took her books to the common room.
Sometime later Jen heard Allie and her guy coming down the stairs. She went into the adjacent room, not wanting Allie to see her. She couldn't deal with Allie bragging about how good she just got fucked.
Allie walked the guy to the door. Jen saw it was Brian. He was in his contractor clothes: faded jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket, boots. Jen couldn't help thinking he looked really hot, so manly. She looked at Allie. Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, a contented smile on her face. Allie looked freshly fucked and satisfied, having gotten pounded really hard. Jen couldn't help feeling envious.
Jen's thoughts flashed to Brian's friend Wesley, who fingered her in the pool. Her hand had been in his bathing suit too, and she remembered how big he was. She was certain that boy could fuck her hard, make the bed bang against the wall. Again she shook her head to purge these thoughts from her mind.
Allie kissed Brian goodbye then went back upstairs, probably to take a shower. She heard laughing in the common room as her sorority sisters got home from classes. There was a lot of excited gossiping about boys and dates, new relationships and romances. It was always like that at the sorority house, with many of the sisters studying at Penn State for their MRS degree.
But Jen's guy was in England. She felt lonely. Paradoxically though, she didn't want to be around her sorority sisters.
It was getting dark. She felt like a drink, so she drove Mike's car to the We Are bar.
The bar was busy with the after work crowd. Jen didn't want to get hit on so she sat at a corner high top away from the action. She flashed her fake ID at the waiter and ordered a lite beer.
As she sipped her beer, to her surprise, she saw Wesley sitting with people across the bar. Jen's cheeks flushed, remembering their flirting and groping in the pool, and her thoughts of him earlier that day.
Wesley had his arm around an attractive brunette. Jen noticed a diamond ring on the brunette's left hand. Wesley's engaged?
Jen hoped Wesley wouldn't notice her. She didn't want to revisit what happened at the pool. It was a mistake, it was over, done with. But after a while Wesley glanced her way. He gave her a slight smile and nod of recognition. Jen nodded back. To her relief, he didn't come over and talk with her. Jen hurriedly finished her beer and left.
Mike went to a pub for a steak and fries (or as the British called them, chips). People said British cuisine was boring, but Mike was a meat and potatoes guy so it was good with him. He was even getting used to the room temperature beer.
After dinner he went back to his room. During the day he worked with some of the greatest minds on the planet. But at night his existence was mostly solitary. He was lonely, but paradoxically he didn't want to be with anyone. He was shy and introverted, a loner. It was just the way he was.
The sole exception was Jen of course. He missed her a lot.
He got out his computer and opened a folder of Jen pictures. There were a lot, he never tired of taking pictures of her. As he scrolled through the pictures, his heart ached at missing her. He also got hard. It was impossible for him to look at her without getting aroused.
Jennifer Johnson was a beautiful girl. Probably no guy in the world would dispute that. Some men though – men who liked exotic girls, hour glass curvy girls, sultry girls – those guys might not find Jen so irresistibly alluring.
But for Mike, physically, Jen had everything. She was a blonde, and her beautiful face had an innocence to it. Her dancer's body was mostly long shapely legs. Her hips were slim, almost like a boy's, and her ass tight and amazing, Years of dancing and gymnastics had made her body firm and toned, but not muscular. Her small breasts were perfectly shaped, and together with her blonde hair, blue eyes and farm girl innocent face, gave her a young, school girlish barely legal look.
It wasn't just her looks though. Jen had a bubbly, outgoing personality, and she teased and flirted in a charming way without even knowing it.
Mike opened up a hidden, secure folder. There was one sub-folder there. It was called "Jen with Colin."
Sandusky showed Mike pictures of Jen with Colin, threatening to anonymously post them on the internet if Mike didn't drop the charges against Colin. Mike had immediately agreed, and Sandusky took the photos with him.
Mike had immediately hacked into Penn State's computer system (it was easy, he'd done it before). As he hoped, the pictures were there. He downloaded them and deleted them from the Penn State computers.
Mike took out his cock and stroked himself as he slowly scrolled through the pictures. He didn't know why seeing Jen with another guy turned him on so much. It was like at the football game, and the 4th of July party. It made him upset and jealous, but turned him on to distraction.
Mike got to the last picture in the folder. It was his favorite one, the picture that turned him on the most. It showed Jen with Colin's spunk all over her pretty face and hair. What really got his blood boiling – what made his head spin – was the date in the lower right corner. It showed Jen had been with Colin, had sex with him, after they started dating. Jen had cheated on him! With that thought Mike came.
Mike panted as he came down from his orgasm. He cleaned himself and closed his computer. With his lust sated, Mike felt regretful and wondered about himself. Why did Jen with another guy turn him on so much?
Had Jen cheated on him? Mike was glad she'd brought it up the other day. Honestly he didn't care if technically she cheated or not. He was just glad she wasn't keeping secrets from him, and that she was his.
A couple days later Jen got a call on her cell phone. She looked at the caller id. It was Wesley! How did he have her number, and more importantly, how did he get programmed into her phone? Jen thought about ignoring his call, but her curiosity got the better of her and she answered.
[Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 5 continues the flashback from Part 4.]
The first month apart passed slowly. Mike and Jen emailed and texted constantly, and called each other once a week (it was too expensive to call more often).
For Mike, being around and working with so many brilliant people at Cambridge was incredibly intellectually stimulating, and he was getting a lot out of it. But he missed Jen desperately, and couldn't shake a nagging insecurity that she would find someone else and break up with him before he got home.
Jen missed Mike terribly. Keeping busy helped. She worked extra hard on her grades, and continued working part time at the women's clinic to earn and save money. Mike had loaned her the money for her tuition that semester. At first she couldn't stand the thought of another person paying her tuition, as she wanted Penn State to be hers. She hadn't wanted Mike (or any other person) to make it his (even partially) by paying. But now that they were so close – a couple – and she trusted him, she didn't mind Mike paying. It was like how he paid for the apartment, and how he always paid when they went out. He was taking care of her, and she liked the feeling of being taken care of. But still, she wanted to make the effort of paying Mike back.
Later that week Jen went over to Mike's apartment, to get a text book she accidentally left there. She knocked on the door. She didn't know if the guy renting Mike's apartment was home, but she still had a key if he wasn't.
The door opened and suddenly Jen was looking at a tall muscular guy wearing only a towel around his waist. He clearly just got out of the shower.
"Um, I'm Jennifer Johnson," Jen said. "My boyfriend Mike rented this place to you? I left a book here."
"Oh okay, I'm Ricky," Ricky said moving aside to let Jen in. "Go ahead and get your book."
Jen went into the kitchen to get the book. She'd left it on top of the refrigerator of all places. When she got out Ricky had put on jeans and was pulling on a t-shirt. The t-shirt didn't hide his muscular chest and hard abs, and he wore the jeans well. Jen quickly averted her eyes, realizing she was staring.
"Want a beer?" Ricky asked grinning at her.
"Kinda early isn't it?" Jen said. It was only 3pm. Had he noticed her staring?
"I just got home from practice," Ricky said with a shrug.
"Oh, um, football?" Jen asked.
"No, baseball," Ricky said. Seeing her questioning look, he grinned and said "Yeah, it's not baseball season but we practice year round. You used to go with Colin right?"
"Used to," Jen said. "How do you know Mike?"
"We were in the same dorm freshman year," Ricky said.
"You're a grad student?" Jen asked.
"No, I'm kind of on the 6 year plan," he said with a laugh. "Or maybe it's 7 years. I got red-shirted, then took a couple years off. You know, grades. I'm technically a junior. Same as you, right? Sure you don't want a beer?" Ricky opened the refrigerator and bent down to get a beer. Jen's eyes followed him, focusing on his ass. He fit those jeans really well.
"Um, no, I better go," Jen sputtered, moving to the door.
"Maybe I'll see you around," Ricky said as he opened his beer.
"Yeah, maybe," Jen said, feeling flushed. She leaned against the wall outside Mike's apartment. "Wow, he's a hottie," she thought.
Back at the sorority house Jen found a red ribbon taped to her bedroom door. Jen shared a bedroom with Allie, and that was their "I'm with someone" sign (like a clothes hanger).
Jen rolled her eyes. This happened a few times a week, Allie hooking up with a guy. Her best friend was a nympho, she loved sex. But Jen knew she was just as bad. Back when they were together she was always in bed with Colin, and when they were broken up she had a series of short term boyfriends. The same was true with Mike, over the summer they had sex almost every day (in fact she couldn't remember a day when they didn't).
Jen stared at the red ribbon on the door, missing Mike. She wondered who Allie had in their room. Her thoughts flashed to Ricky, his muscular body damp from the shower, only a towel around his waist. She remembered how his stomach looked, hard and well defined, a patch of curly hair running up from the towel to pass his belly button.
Jen shook her head to excise these thoughts from her mind. Then she heard moans from the other side of the door, and the banging of the bed against the wall. Allie was getting fucked really hard.
Jen felt her nipples hardening, her pussy tingling. The problem was, Mike wasn't here. And they still had 5 months to go. Five freaking months! She consoled herself remembering Mike would be home for Christmas. She sighed and took her books to the common room.
Sometime later Jen heard Allie and her guy coming down the stairs. She went into the adjacent room, not wanting Allie to see her. She couldn't deal with Allie bragging about how good she just got fucked.
Allie walked the guy to the door. Jen saw it was Brian. He was in his contractor clothes: faded jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket, boots. Jen couldn't help thinking he looked really hot, so manly. She looked at Allie. Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, a contented smile on her face. Allie looked freshly fucked and satisfied, having gotten pounded really hard. Jen couldn't help feeling envious.
Jen's thoughts flashed to Brian's friend Wesley, who fingered her in the pool. Her hand had been in his bathing suit too, and she remembered how big he was. She was certain that boy could fuck her hard, make the bed bang against the wall. Again she shook her head to purge these thoughts from her mind.
Allie kissed Brian goodbye then went back upstairs, probably to take a shower. She heard laughing in the common room as her sorority sisters got home from classes. There was a lot of excited gossiping about boys and dates, new relationships and romances. It was always like that at the sorority house, with many of the sisters studying at Penn State for their MRS degree.
But Jen's guy was in England. She felt lonely. Paradoxically though, she didn't want to be around her sorority sisters.
It was getting dark. She felt like a drink, so she drove Mike's car to the We Are bar.
The bar was busy with the after work crowd. Jen didn't want to get hit on so she sat at a corner high top away from the action. She flashed her fake ID at the waiter and ordered a lite beer.
As she sipped her beer, to her surprise, she saw Wesley sitting with people across the bar. Jen's cheeks flushed, remembering their flirting and groping in the pool, and her thoughts of him earlier that day.
Wesley had his arm around an attractive brunette. Jen noticed a diamond ring on the brunette's left hand. Wesley's engaged?
Jen hoped Wesley wouldn't notice her. She didn't want to revisit what happened at the pool. It was a mistake, it was over, done with. But after a while Wesley glanced her way. He gave her a slight smile and nod of recognition. Jen nodded back. To her relief, he didn't come over and talk with her. Jen hurriedly finished her beer and left.
Mike went to a pub for a steak and fries (or as the British called them, chips). People said British cuisine was boring, but Mike was a meat and potatoes guy so it was good with him. He was even getting used to the room temperature beer.
After dinner he went back to his room. During the day he worked with some of the greatest minds on the planet. But at night his existence was mostly solitary. He was lonely, but paradoxically he didn't want to be with anyone. He was shy and introverted, a loner. It was just the way he was.
The sole exception was Jen of course. He missed her a lot.
He got out his computer and opened a folder of Jen pictures. There were a lot, he never tired of taking pictures of her. As he scrolled through the pictures, his heart ached at missing her. He also got hard. It was impossible for him to look at her without getting aroused.
Jennifer Johnson was a beautiful girl. Probably no guy in the world would dispute that. Some men though – men who liked exotic girls, hour glass curvy girls, sultry girls – those guys might not find Jen so irresistibly alluring.
But for Mike, physically, Jen had everything. She was a blonde, and her beautiful face had an innocence to it. Her dancer's body was mostly long shapely legs. Her hips were slim, almost like a boy's, and her ass tight and amazing, Years of dancing and gymnastics had made her body firm and toned, but not muscular. Her small breasts were perfectly shaped, and together with her blonde hair, blue eyes and farm girl innocent face, gave her a young, school girlish barely legal look.
It wasn't just her looks though. Jen had a bubbly, outgoing personality, and she teased and flirted in a charming way without even knowing it.
Mike opened up a hidden, secure folder. There was one sub-folder there. It was called "Jen with Colin."
Sandusky showed Mike pictures of Jen with Colin, threatening to anonymously post them on the internet if Mike didn't drop the charges against Colin. Mike had immediately agreed, and Sandusky took the photos with him.
Mike had immediately hacked into Penn State's computer system (it was easy, he'd done it before). As he hoped, the pictures were there. He downloaded them and deleted them from the Penn State computers.
Mike took out his cock and stroked himself as he slowly scrolled through the pictures. He didn't know why seeing Jen with another guy turned him on so much. It was like at the football game, and the 4th of July party. It made him upset and jealous, but turned him on to distraction.
Mike got to the last picture in the folder. It was his favorite one, the picture that turned him on the most. It showed Jen with Colin's spunk all over her pretty face and hair. What really got his blood boiling – what made his head spin – was the date in the lower right corner. It showed Jen had been with Colin, had sex with him, after they started dating. Jen had cheated on him! With that thought Mike came.
Mike panted as he came down from his orgasm. He cleaned himself and closed his computer. With his lust sated, Mike felt regretful and wondered about himself. Why did Jen with another guy turn him on so much?
Had Jen cheated on him? Mike was glad she'd brought it up the other day. Honestly he didn't care if technically she cheated or not. He was just glad she wasn't keeping secrets from him, and that she was his.
A couple days later Jen got a call on her cell phone. She looked at the caller id. It was Wesley! How did he have her number, and more importantly, how did he get programmed into her phone? Jen thought about ignoring his call, but her curiosity got the better of her and she answered.
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