25-12-2018, 03:46 PM
She was lonely and missed Mike. She wanted to call him, wanted to hear his voice, but didn't feel like she deserved him.
She turned off the lights. The migraine was pounding her head. Part of her felt like she deserved it, as punishment for her faithlessness. She closed her eyes and hoped sleep would make the pain go away.
***********
For the next two months, Jen hooked up with Wes whenever he was in town (which was almost every weekend, Wes often making the drive just to see Jen). Their bodies were so compatible, they craved each other, their sex was always incredible.
Wes became a familiar thing in Jen's life. They shared a closeness. The kissing and touching, their bodies connected, the sharing of fluids, it was impossible for Jen not to get close to Wes. She didn't love him, he wasn't her boyfriend. But he was more than a friend, certainly more than a fuck buddy. She didn't know what it was. They were connected, not just physically, but emotionally too. They shared - they had - an intimacy.
Jen and Mike still texted and talked every Saturday, but she felt distant from him. Christmas seemed so long ago. Was it because she was with Wes so much? Was it because she depended on Wes to satisfy her physical needs?
Jen drew the line at sleeping with Wes. She wouldn't sleep with him, at least not overnight. But they spent a lot of time together (practically all Sunday during their hookups) and often they napped together after sex. When she awoke, she was usually in Wes's arms. That always led to more sex. In fact they acted like newlyweds, not able to get enough of each other.
It wasn't all sex. They didn't venture out of his hotel room, but they hung out, laughing, talking, reading, watching TV, Jen doing her homework, Wes doing work stuff. Jen didn't hold his hand the way she did with Mike. But she didn't resist when Wes put his arm around her, and she enjoyed being with him, she had fun. And of course, their sex was freaking amazing.
Their affair came to a head as March turned into April. Mike was returning home soon. Coincidentally, Steph's residency in Philly was ending and she was planning to move in with Wes (still her fiancée) as they planned the next stage of their life together.
"This has to be the last time," Jen told Wes as she got dressed to go back to the sorority house. Mike would be home in two weeks. Jen needed the time for her body to return to normal, so there would be no evidence of Wes when Mike got home. It probably wouldn't take that long, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"You say that so casually, like how's the weather," Wes said. "Doesn't this bother you, breaking up?"
"We're not breaking up," Jen told him. "We're ending our affair. There's a big difference. Mike's coming home. So is Steph. It has to end Wes."
"Why?" Wes said. "Maybe we should try it for real. We get along. Our sex is great."
"Our sex is great," Jen agreed. "But sex isn't love." She smiled and softly brushed her hand across his cheek. "I like you Wes. We do get along. But that's not enough, just getting along. You get that right?"
"Yeah," Wes said with a reluctant shrug. He didn't look convinced, but he wasn't going to force Jen into anything.
Jen nodded, looking a little unsure herself. "We probably shouldn't call each other," she said.
"Cold turkey huh?" Wes said, sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.
Jen shrugged slightly. "Goodbye Wes," she said turning to go.
Wes grabbed her hand. He smiled and said, "Who knows, in another life maybe you and I end up together."
Jen gave him a brief smile. "Goodbye Wes," she said again. She gave him a brief kiss on the lips. Then she was gone.
Back at the sorority house, Jen carefully deleted all traces of Wes from her iPhone. She washed all her clothes and sheets. She got a big bucket of soapy water and thoroughly washed the inside of Mike's car. She even went to Mike's apartment (when Ricky wasn't there) and washed his bed sheets and scrubbed down the sofa where she and Wes had fucked.
With all that taken care of, Jen had time to reflect on her affair with Wes. She was never going to see him again, at least not intimately. Sure they might run into each other, see each other at parties, go to dinner as a group, but she might never have another conversation alone with him. The realization made her sad. It WAS like breaking up.
Jen knew she didn't love Wes. But they were close, they'd shared a lot together. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. The loss of their relationship brought a tear to her eye.
Her affair also made her worried about her relationship with Mike. She fell for Wes so easily. Did that say something about her feelings for Mike, her commitment to him? Did she really love him?
***************
Mike's family threw him a "Welcome Home" party, so Jen flew to his family home. This discouraged her. She wanted to start reconnecting with Mike immediately, but that had to wait until they got back to State College. It didn't help Mike's mom made them sleep in different rooms. For Jen the lack of sex was secondary; she just wanted alone time with Mike.
Jen tried to be happy and bubbly. But even as she socialized with his family, she had nagging doubts. She was uncertain about her feelings for Mike. Not too long ago, she'd been convinced they'd eventually marry. But now? She was only 20. Was she old enough - mature enough - to make those kind of life commitment-type decisions?
After two days of family activities, Mike finally had a moment alone with Jen. "Sorry about this," he said sheepishly. "Thanks for being so good with my family."
"Of course baby," Jen assured him, hugging his arm.
"I'd rather be at school alone with you," he said smiling at her.
"Me too," Jen admitted, smiling back. Then she grimaced at the sharp pain in her head.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned, tenderly brushing the soft blonde hair from her forehead.
"Yeah," Jen said. "Just a headache." She felt dizzy and staggered a little.
Mike steadied her. "Migraine?"
"Yeah, I've been getting them a lot lately."
"Come on," he said, guiding her to the bedroom. He laid her down, then made her take two Advil and drink a big glass of water. "You might be dehydrated," he said.
"I read something about migraines," he said, closing the curtains to make the room dark. He sat next to her on the bed and began gently massaging her forehead and temples.
"Feels good baby," Jen said, her eyes closed.
Mike moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking up and down, back and forth. Then, following the guidance from the article he read, he massaged her hands and feet.
"Feels good baby," Jen sighed in a sleepy, barely audible voice. Mike's therapy was working, she felt the migraine ebb away. Moments later she was asleep.
Mike sat with Jen as she slept, looking at her in the almost darkness. God he loved her. Their time apart only made him want her more. Physically she was perfect, especially for him since he preferred pretty blondes with petite, small breasted figures and long legs. It wasn't just her outsides though, Mike loved Jen's insides. She was outgoing and bubbly, and nice to everyone (part of that, he knew, was because of Jen's desire to be liked).
Mike knew Jen loved sex. Before they started going out he knew her reputation as a fun loving girl who dated a lot of guys (when she wasn't on Colin's arm). People didn't openly call her a slut or an easy lay, she was too popular for people to brandish those kinds of words about her. Still, she had a reputation, and Mike pursued her despite that.
Or maybe because of it? The fact was, despite his negative feelings about the "populars," he relished going out with a popular girl. His insecurities spiked when he saw guys hit on Jen, and he felt kicked in the gut when Jen flirted back. But those things turned him on too. He didn't know why, especially since he felt like Jen was way out of his league, and was in constant fear she would eventually dump him for a better looking, charismatic, GQ-type guy.
It made no sense. When he saw Jen flirt with a guy, or looked at the pictures where she clearly got off on sex with Colin, it spiked his insecurities and jealousies. But those things got him rock hard too. What was wrong with him?
At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. He quickly picked it up and muted it, not wanting Jen to wake up. He saw the caller id. It said "Wes." (Jen had tried to clean her iPhone, but she neglected to delete Wes from the Recents folder.)
Mike stared at the name as it flashed on the screen. Wes. Not Wesley, but Wes. No one called him Wes. Only Jen. Why was she the only person who called him Wes?
Mike was tempted to hack into Jen's iPhone. But did he want to know? Because if he knew, if he knew for certain, what then?
He played the scenarios out in his head. In all of them, they broke up. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. And that wasn't an acceptable outcome. He didn't want a life without Jennifer Johnson. Frankly, he didn't care what Jen did or didn't do while he was in England. All he cared about was she was with him, now. Now. That's all he cared about.
Mike put the iPhone back in Jen's purse and watched her as she slept.
Jen stirred a couple hours later. She opened her eyes and smiled seeing Mike there. "Where's everybody?" she asked.
"They went out to dinner," Mike said, stroking her long blonde hair. "How do you feel?"
"The migraine's gone," Jen said beaming at him. "What you did was freaking awesome. I never thought a foot massage would help a headache."
"Yeah, it's like reflexology," Mike told her. "I read about it."
"You read about how to make my migraines go away?" she asked. She hugged him and said "You're the best guy." As she did her thoughts flashed to Wes. While Mike had been working to find ways to ease her headaches, she'd been fucking Wes behind his back. She felt like a terrible, worthless cheat. She knew she didn't deserve Mike.
"There are pressure points on the bottom of your feet," Mike said, touching Jen's feet. She was wearing a clingy turtleneck, short skirt and tights. He ran his fingertips along the soles of her feet. "You press against the pressure points, and rub between them," he explained. His heart quickened as he reveled in the feel of the cotton tights encasing her pretty feet.
"So I guess you're a masseuse now," Jen teased with a grin. "The dance department has a massage class. Maybe I'll take it and give you massages. Would you like that baby?" Jen ran her hand over Mike's leg. She could tell he was horny. That wasn't a surprise, they'd had no alone time for sex yet. "Would you baby?" she asked again, cupping his erection with her hand.
She turned off the lights. The migraine was pounding her head. Part of her felt like she deserved it, as punishment for her faithlessness. She closed her eyes and hoped sleep would make the pain go away.
***********
For the next two months, Jen hooked up with Wes whenever he was in town (which was almost every weekend, Wes often making the drive just to see Jen). Their bodies were so compatible, they craved each other, their sex was always incredible.
Wes became a familiar thing in Jen's life. They shared a closeness. The kissing and touching, their bodies connected, the sharing of fluids, it was impossible for Jen not to get close to Wes. She didn't love him, he wasn't her boyfriend. But he was more than a friend, certainly more than a fuck buddy. She didn't know what it was. They were connected, not just physically, but emotionally too. They shared - they had - an intimacy.
Jen and Mike still texted and talked every Saturday, but she felt distant from him. Christmas seemed so long ago. Was it because she was with Wes so much? Was it because she depended on Wes to satisfy her physical needs?
Jen drew the line at sleeping with Wes. She wouldn't sleep with him, at least not overnight. But they spent a lot of time together (practically all Sunday during their hookups) and often they napped together after sex. When she awoke, she was usually in Wes's arms. That always led to more sex. In fact they acted like newlyweds, not able to get enough of each other.
It wasn't all sex. They didn't venture out of his hotel room, but they hung out, laughing, talking, reading, watching TV, Jen doing her homework, Wes doing work stuff. Jen didn't hold his hand the way she did with Mike. But she didn't resist when Wes put his arm around her, and she enjoyed being with him, she had fun. And of course, their sex was freaking amazing.
Their affair came to a head as March turned into April. Mike was returning home soon. Coincidentally, Steph's residency in Philly was ending and she was planning to move in with Wes (still her fiancée) as they planned the next stage of their life together.
"This has to be the last time," Jen told Wes as she got dressed to go back to the sorority house. Mike would be home in two weeks. Jen needed the time for her body to return to normal, so there would be no evidence of Wes when Mike got home. It probably wouldn't take that long, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"You say that so casually, like how's the weather," Wes said. "Doesn't this bother you, breaking up?"
"We're not breaking up," Jen told him. "We're ending our affair. There's a big difference. Mike's coming home. So is Steph. It has to end Wes."
"Why?" Wes said. "Maybe we should try it for real. We get along. Our sex is great."
"Our sex is great," Jen agreed. "But sex isn't love." She smiled and softly brushed her hand across his cheek. "I like you Wes. We do get along. But that's not enough, just getting along. You get that right?"
"Yeah," Wes said with a reluctant shrug. He didn't look convinced, but he wasn't going to force Jen into anything.
Jen nodded, looking a little unsure herself. "We probably shouldn't call each other," she said.
"Cold turkey huh?" Wes said, sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.
Jen shrugged slightly. "Goodbye Wes," she said turning to go.
Wes grabbed her hand. He smiled and said, "Who knows, in another life maybe you and I end up together."
Jen gave him a brief smile. "Goodbye Wes," she said again. She gave him a brief kiss on the lips. Then she was gone.
Back at the sorority house, Jen carefully deleted all traces of Wes from her iPhone. She washed all her clothes and sheets. She got a big bucket of soapy water and thoroughly washed the inside of Mike's car. She even went to Mike's apartment (when Ricky wasn't there) and washed his bed sheets and scrubbed down the sofa where she and Wes had fucked.
With all that taken care of, Jen had time to reflect on her affair with Wes. She was never going to see him again, at least not intimately. Sure they might run into each other, see each other at parties, go to dinner as a group, but she might never have another conversation alone with him. The realization made her sad. It WAS like breaking up.
Jen knew she didn't love Wes. But they were close, they'd shared a lot together. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. The loss of their relationship brought a tear to her eye.
Her affair also made her worried about her relationship with Mike. She fell for Wes so easily. Did that say something about her feelings for Mike, her commitment to him? Did she really love him?
***************
Mike's family threw him a "Welcome Home" party, so Jen flew to his family home. This discouraged her. She wanted to start reconnecting with Mike immediately, but that had to wait until they got back to State College. It didn't help Mike's mom made them sleep in different rooms. For Jen the lack of sex was secondary; she just wanted alone time with Mike.
Jen tried to be happy and bubbly. But even as she socialized with his family, she had nagging doubts. She was uncertain about her feelings for Mike. Not too long ago, she'd been convinced they'd eventually marry. But now? She was only 20. Was she old enough - mature enough - to make those kind of life commitment-type decisions?
After two days of family activities, Mike finally had a moment alone with Jen. "Sorry about this," he said sheepishly. "Thanks for being so good with my family."
"Of course baby," Jen assured him, hugging his arm.
"I'd rather be at school alone with you," he said smiling at her.
"Me too," Jen admitted, smiling back. Then she grimaced at the sharp pain in her head.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned, tenderly brushing the soft blonde hair from her forehead.
"Yeah," Jen said. "Just a headache." She felt dizzy and staggered a little.
Mike steadied her. "Migraine?"
"Yeah, I've been getting them a lot lately."
"Come on," he said, guiding her to the bedroom. He laid her down, then made her take two Advil and drink a big glass of water. "You might be dehydrated," he said.
"I read something about migraines," he said, closing the curtains to make the room dark. He sat next to her on the bed and began gently massaging her forehead and temples.
"Feels good baby," Jen said, her eyes closed.
Mike moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking up and down, back and forth. Then, following the guidance from the article he read, he massaged her hands and feet.
"Feels good baby," Jen sighed in a sleepy, barely audible voice. Mike's therapy was working, she felt the migraine ebb away. Moments later she was asleep.
Mike sat with Jen as she slept, looking at her in the almost darkness. God he loved her. Their time apart only made him want her more. Physically she was perfect, especially for him since he preferred pretty blondes with petite, small breasted figures and long legs. It wasn't just her outsides though, Mike loved Jen's insides. She was outgoing and bubbly, and nice to everyone (part of that, he knew, was because of Jen's desire to be liked).
Mike knew Jen loved sex. Before they started going out he knew her reputation as a fun loving girl who dated a lot of guys (when she wasn't on Colin's arm). People didn't openly call her a slut or an easy lay, she was too popular for people to brandish those kinds of words about her. Still, she had a reputation, and Mike pursued her despite that.
Or maybe because of it? The fact was, despite his negative feelings about the "populars," he relished going out with a popular girl. His insecurities spiked when he saw guys hit on Jen, and he felt kicked in the gut when Jen flirted back. But those things turned him on too. He didn't know why, especially since he felt like Jen was way out of his league, and was in constant fear she would eventually dump him for a better looking, charismatic, GQ-type guy.
It made no sense. When he saw Jen flirt with a guy, or looked at the pictures where she clearly got off on sex with Colin, it spiked his insecurities and jealousies. But those things got him rock hard too. What was wrong with him?
At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. He quickly picked it up and muted it, not wanting Jen to wake up. He saw the caller id. It said "Wes." (Jen had tried to clean her iPhone, but she neglected to delete Wes from the Recents folder.)
Mike stared at the name as it flashed on the screen. Wes. Not Wesley, but Wes. No one called him Wes. Only Jen. Why was she the only person who called him Wes?
Mike was tempted to hack into Jen's iPhone. But did he want to know? Because if he knew, if he knew for certain, what then?
He played the scenarios out in his head. In all of them, they broke up. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. And that wasn't an acceptable outcome. He didn't want a life without Jennifer Johnson. Frankly, he didn't care what Jen did or didn't do while he was in England. All he cared about was she was with him, now. Now. That's all he cared about.
Mike put the iPhone back in Jen's purse and watched her as she slept.
Jen stirred a couple hours later. She opened her eyes and smiled seeing Mike there. "Where's everybody?" she asked.
"They went out to dinner," Mike said, stroking her long blonde hair. "How do you feel?"
"The migraine's gone," Jen said beaming at him. "What you did was freaking awesome. I never thought a foot massage would help a headache."
"Yeah, it's like reflexology," Mike told her. "I read about it."
"You read about how to make my migraines go away?" she asked. She hugged him and said "You're the best guy." As she did her thoughts flashed to Wes. While Mike had been working to find ways to ease her headaches, she'd been fucking Wes behind his back. She felt like a terrible, worthless cheat. She knew she didn't deserve Mike.
"There are pressure points on the bottom of your feet," Mike said, touching Jen's feet. She was wearing a clingy turtleneck, short skirt and tights. He ran his fingertips along the soles of her feet. "You press against the pressure points, and rub between them," he explained. His heart quickened as he reveled in the feel of the cotton tights encasing her pretty feet.
"So I guess you're a masseuse now," Jen teased with a grin. "The dance department has a massage class. Maybe I'll take it and give you massages. Would you like that baby?" Jen ran her hand over Mike's leg. She could tell he was horny. That wasn't a surprise, they'd had no alone time for sex yet. "Would you baby?" she asked again, cupping his erection with her hand.
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