age?
Kim and I locked eyes. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said.
“Tell him what you did, Kim,” said Brad. And his hand slid down to her ass and squeezed her there, then rubbed slowly to encourage her.
Kim closed her eyes. A tiny hint of a smile was teasing at the edges of her mouth--she was turned on by the memory. “I unzipped his pants,” she said, “and knelt down in front of his chair.”
“Did you lock the door?” asked Brad. He was grinning, as if he already knew the answer.
Kim shook her head. “It didn’t lock. So we knew anyone could come in. I bent forward and...sucked his cock.”
I was breathing hard, my face slowly contorting into a mask of rage. And yet I could feel my cock throbbing and swollen in my pants, aching to be touched. The mental image of her, a twenty-two year-old, on her knees in front of an older man, was incredibly vivid. I could see her blonde tresses hanging down over the knees of his suit pants, her breasts rising and falling under a tight, bubblegum-pink top, red lipstick smeared as she—
“She told me that he liked them all sloppy,” said Brad. “Lots of spit.”
Kim nodded. Her face was red but she was breathing even harder than I was, lost in the memory.
“And when he came, she didn’t spit,” said Brad. His hand was still stroking her ass. “He didn’t want to make mess in his office, you see. So he got her to swallow. And you swallowed it all down, didn’t you, Kim?”
Kim nodded. She looked almost drunk on lust. All I could do was to stand there gaping, realizing how little I’d known about her. I’d thought she was innocent at college--maybe not a virgin, like me, maybe she’d had a couple of boyfriends, but innocent . But the way Brad told it, the two of them had fucked all over campus, and she’d been playing twisted sex games with at least one of her professors. And she and Brad had had the kind of relationship where she could tell him all this, and he’d kiss her and stroke her hair and be fine with it...hell, maybe he’d even encouraged it.
“Come on,” said Brad. “We’re nearly done.”
***
We passed the football field and the adjacent buildings housing the locker rooms. “You remember what nearly happened there, Kim?” Brad asked, pointing.
I saw her blush, and she looked at the ground, unable to answer. But I could see her breasts rise and fall as she breathed hard, almost panting at whatever the memory was. What the hell had been planned there? Why hadn’t it happened?
Brad led us off the campus and through the streets where many of the fraternity and sorority houses were located. He finally stopped in front of an old-fashioned place with pink roses winding their way over the door. It was a warm night and we could smell their fragrance drifting on the breeze.
“Remember this, Kim?” he asked. “Your old sorority.”
I frowned. When I’d met Kim, it had been close to graduation. She’d come to my place, but I’d never gotten around to seeing hers. Or maybe she was keeping me away from it, I realized.
“Remind me who there was?” said Brad. “You. Taylor. Roberta. Francesca. What was the last one called?”
“Simone,” said Kim in a distant voice. She was gazing at the house, but it was as if she was seeing a whole different version--one from ten years before.
“Pity we can’t go in,” said Brad. “But I only have the keys to campus buildings. We could have gone in and looked at your old room, Kim. Or maybe Taylor’s room.”
What was that supposed to mean?!
Brad turned to me. “See, Kim had a special relationship with Taylor. They were close. Really close.”
My eyes widened even as my cock ached. But Kim isn’t--She’s not--
“I was experimenting,” said Kim, by way of explanation.
“Seems to me like you did a lot of experimenting,” said Brad. “A whole couple of years of experiments.”
I couldn’t believe it. I’d only ever dreamed of my wife and another woman. Now my mind was
Kim and I locked eyes. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said.
“Tell him what you did, Kim,” said Brad. And his hand slid down to her ass and squeezed her there, then rubbed slowly to encourage her.
Kim closed her eyes. A tiny hint of a smile was teasing at the edges of her mouth--she was turned on by the memory. “I unzipped his pants,” she said, “and knelt down in front of his chair.”
“Did you lock the door?” asked Brad. He was grinning, as if he already knew the answer.
Kim shook her head. “It didn’t lock. So we knew anyone could come in. I bent forward and...sucked his cock.”
I was breathing hard, my face slowly contorting into a mask of rage. And yet I could feel my cock throbbing and swollen in my pants, aching to be touched. The mental image of her, a twenty-two year-old, on her knees in front of an older man, was incredibly vivid. I could see her blonde tresses hanging down over the knees of his suit pants, her breasts rising and falling under a tight, bubblegum-pink top, red lipstick smeared as she—
“She told me that he liked them all sloppy,” said Brad. “Lots of spit.”
Kim nodded. Her face was red but she was breathing even harder than I was, lost in the memory.
“And when he came, she didn’t spit,” said Brad. His hand was still stroking her ass. “He didn’t want to make mess in his office, you see. So he got her to swallow. And you swallowed it all down, didn’t you, Kim?”
Kim nodded. She looked almost drunk on lust. All I could do was to stand there gaping, realizing how little I’d known about her. I’d thought she was innocent at college--maybe not a virgin, like me, maybe she’d had a couple of boyfriends, but innocent . But the way Brad told it, the two of them had fucked all over campus, and she’d been playing twisted sex games with at least one of her professors. And she and Brad had had the kind of relationship where she could tell him all this, and he’d kiss her and stroke her hair and be fine with it...hell, maybe he’d even encouraged it.
“Come on,” said Brad. “We’re nearly done.”
***
We passed the football field and the adjacent buildings housing the locker rooms. “You remember what nearly happened there, Kim?” Brad asked, pointing.
I saw her blush, and she looked at the ground, unable to answer. But I could see her breasts rise and fall as she breathed hard, almost panting at whatever the memory was. What the hell had been planned there? Why hadn’t it happened?
Brad led us off the campus and through the streets where many of the fraternity and sorority houses were located. He finally stopped in front of an old-fashioned place with pink roses winding their way over the door. It was a warm night and we could smell their fragrance drifting on the breeze.
“Remember this, Kim?” he asked. “Your old sorority.”
I frowned. When I’d met Kim, it had been close to graduation. She’d come to my place, but I’d never gotten around to seeing hers. Or maybe she was keeping me away from it, I realized.
“Remind me who there was?” said Brad. “You. Taylor. Roberta. Francesca. What was the last one called?”
“Simone,” said Kim in a distant voice. She was gazing at the house, but it was as if she was seeing a whole different version--one from ten years before.
“Pity we can’t go in,” said Brad. “But I only have the keys to campus buildings. We could have gone in and looked at your old room, Kim. Or maybe Taylor’s room.”
What was that supposed to mean?!
Brad turned to me. “See, Kim had a special relationship with Taylor. They were close. Really close.”
My eyes widened even as my cock ached. But Kim isn’t--She’s not--
“I was experimenting,” said Kim, by way of explanation.
“Seems to me like you did a lot of experimenting,” said Brad. “A whole couple of years of experiments.”
I couldn’t believe it. I’d only ever dreamed of my wife and another woman. Now my mind was
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