Nemesis Crush Pt. 03

This story is high up on the Implausibility Scale. If you want realism then this isn't for you. The first part of this series was the set-up. Part 2 was when they got together.

This is the rest of the story.

Chapter Three: Taking the show on the road.

So there I was, packing the van to head off to university. Summer was coming to an end, and Moe and I were heading off to school together. Yeah, together. The prior two months had been the most amazing time of my life. Maureen was my girlfriend, my lover, my new best friend. She had been my nemesis for so long, until a mutual friend managed to bring us together at a party and get us to realize we were crushing on each other.

My reaction to her had always been to clam up and my shyness made me try to be practically invisible. Her reaction was different, She tried to get me to notice her. But despite being a very pretty girl, she was also a rough tough athlete, and she was a little emotionally broken, so her typical behavior was to attack me in lots of little ways in order to gain the attention she craved. She became my nemesis. Four years of this, and we could never connect, until her friend Ruth-Ann forced the issue.

Once we realized we were crushing on each other, we crashed together in a frenzy of sexual energy. Together we learned about sex, and about love, and about mutual dependence. Our relationship began as a physical thing. Four years of suppressed desire pretty much made our libidos explode. Once we got that out of our systems we made an emotional connection. A lot of that was due to simply spending time together. Spending nights together.

Surprisingly, mind boggling even, my parents didn't care if Maureen slept over, so she did. A lot. The only caveat was 'quiet after eleven'. When her parents complained that she seemed to be living at my house, Moe told them that she'd be home more often if I could stay over too. They weren't happy with that answer, but finally relented and said I could stay. But no sex under their roof. That was a downer but not a deal breaker. The first few times I stayed at Maureen's house I had to sleep in the guest room. Of course she snuck in and crawled into bed with me, which scandalized her parents the next morning. Once they extracted a promise of 'no sex here' we were allowed to sleep in the same bed. That worked fine, because when Maureen got horny, we'd just go to my house.

Our emotional connection really settled in when Moe had her first period after we got together. That meant no sex for a week. But it also meant more time just cuddling and being together. And talking. Really getting to know each other. When her cramps were making her miserable I comforted her, held her, soothed her as best I could. Me just being there for her really did something to Maureen, and to us, as a couple. A bond I guess.

We hung out a lot with her friends, the Spice Rack as I called them in my head. At first they were kinda weirded out by us being together. My friends, a typical bunch of nerds, were totally freaked out. My best friend Myron was angry at me for some reason, like he wanted to punch me out. I had no idea what that was about, but he got over it, especially when Moe and I invited him to a few parties over the summer. Parties with lots of girls, and Moe made sure Myron was not ignored by the girls. I remembered how terrified and stoked I was the first time I went out with Maureen after graduation, and I think Myron got a taste of that at those parties.

And then summer was over. Maureen and I were heading off to school. Since we were going to the same university my folks offered to drive us. We had the minivan, so there was lots of room for our stuff. The dorms were furnished, so we really didn't need all that much anyways.

The excitement of heading off on this new stage of our lives made Moe frantic in bed every chance we got. That last week before we left she fucked the living hell out of me. And since she was so much stronger than me, she could take what she wanted. Not that I would ever complain about any of that, hell no. Moe's pussy tasted so good, and having her grinding and cumming on top of me was such an experience that I wanted it as much as she did.

On the drive to Waterloo my Mom gave us 'The Lecture'. We were a couple, they understood that, but we were there to study, not party. Rule number one was make damn sure Maureen did not get pregnant. Rule number two was no fooling around until both of us had all our work and studying done. Rule number three was to be there for each other, no fighting, no arguments. If there was anything wrong, talk it out. And if that failed, call home and get help. It was like they believed we were not just a couple for now, but a couple forever. I think my parents loved Moe almost as much as they loved me.

Moving in was tedious. Despite all the online stuff done ahead of time there were still lineups and processing. Standing in line for registration, standing in line to get room keys, standing in line for photo-id. Then meeting the Dons, finding our rooms, and so on. All that stuff took hours. Then we had to drag our belongings up to our rooms and unpack. I was on the second floor on one building and Maureen was on the third floor across the quad. So not very close, but really not very far. We said goodbye to my folks, who gave Moe the same kind of big hugs they gave me.

Moe's roommate Sandy was moving in at the same time, so I got to meet her when I helped Moe unpack. Sandy seemed okay, a bit of a nerd like me, and not like Maureen at all. We went to my room to unpack my stuff and found that my roommate had not shown up yet. It looked like we might be able to spend our first night together in my room. With no one else there we could mess around, which was awesome, because neither of us was happy about sleeping together with someone else in the room, let alone having sex. And this might be our last night together in who knows how long.

Moe helped me unpack, then went back to grab her things. By then it was dinner time, so we headed off to the dining hall. Moe brought Sandy and a couple of other girls from her floor, and we collected a few guys from my floor, so we had a small group going down for dinner. The guys were all trying to flirt with the girls, and when they started chatting up Moe I got a bit agitated. But Maureen made it abundantly clear that I was her man, and anyone who tried to get between us was gonna get his nuts ripped off and used as golf balls. That shut them down, because Moe was quite, um, formidable when she was angry.

I think the guys on my floor were amazed that me, the great white nerd, had a serious thing going with such a goddam hot girl. And Moe had no qualms about talking about our night coming up, telling them that she was gonna fuck my brains out while she could, because my roommate hadn't moved in yet.

After dinner we wandered around to get familiar with the residences and met some more people on our floors. And, typical for Frosh week, there was a party somewhere every night. That was cool, because I got to dance with Moe. That always brought back memories of our first date after Graduation. There was even some illicit alcohol around, so Maureen and I split a couple of wine coolers. Enough to feel it but not enough to get drunk.

When we got back to my floor there were only a few people still up and hanging around. It had been a long day and Moe wanted to take a shower. Since the place was still half empty, we figured we could share the shower. There wouldn't be much opportunity for that later on. And showering with Moe was always awesome. I made sure no one was in there before she came in. We were showering and Moe was giggling as I washed her and I heard someone say "Dude, have you got a girl in there?!"

We both responded with "Yes!" and Moe added "Go away, a little privacy please!" We finished up and got our bath robes on before exiting the shower. Out in the hall there were a lot more people than when we went in there, so I guess our interloper had blabbed about a girl being in our bathroom. Turned out I was the first guy on my floor to have a girl in there. The rumor mill loves that kind of stuff.

We got out the box of condoms when we got back to my room, having decided that we wanted the extra protection. We originally bought them to reduce the chance of a big wet spot in the bed. That was bad enough at home, and worse at school because linens were changed once a week by the cleaning staff. Neither of us wanted that kind of a mess in our bed. And the bed was so small compared to what we had back home we wondered if we were going to fall out in the middle of having sex. Maureen could be pretty energetic in bed at times.

We were naked in seconds. God she was so beautiful. She stood there watching me as I gazed at her. Maureen loved how I looked at her. And I loved looking. She picked up her towel and started drying her hair. Moe was really well muscled, and with her arms up like that, vigorously rubbing that towel around, well... fuck. I've only seen one naked woman in real life, and that's Maureen, so I don't know if big strong girls are my 'type', but at that moment she was my type for sure. Her tits did such amazing things as she toweled off. When she finished with the towel she handed me her brush.

That's another thing I loved about Moe, her bushy blonde hair. It took a lot of work to keep it from becoming a tangled mess. She really enjoyed having me brush her hair. I never knew what a turn-on brushing a naked girl's hair was. Let me assure you that it is. After letting me get my fill of watching her and brushing her, she knelt in front of me and started playing with my cock. She knew exactly what to do to make me cum as fast or as slow as she wanted. I guess she was in the mood for a long game, because she took almost 20 minutes to get me off.

She was slow and soft and gentle about it, carefully caressing me, with lots of long licks up my shaft. When I told her I was cumming she went at it full speed, lips and tongue and hands. She took my first shot in her mouth and then let the rest land all over her tits. Sometimes she swallowed it all, but mostly she wanted it on her skin. I told her she didn't need to do either of those things, but Moe insisted that she loved it when I came on her tits. Something about my stuff shooting out onto her got her really excited. I liked it too, but thought it was a bit demeaning for her. And messy.

I grabbed some tissues and cleaned her up, and then it was my turn. That was my favourite part, eating Moe's pussy. Not that fucking her wasn't awesome too, but this was me making her squirm and thrash and cum. And that just rocks. Moe turned and pulled the covers down on the bed and we crawled in together. Damn, the bed was so friggin' small. We both had much bigger beds at home, and this silly little single was going to be a challenge.

We spent a minute or so changing positions, and trying to get comfortable in the bed. Once we were settled, I got down to business. I just loved how she tasted. That amazing earthy flavour was so perfect, I could lick her all night if she'd let me. I had my hands and mouth on her, relishing her taste and textures. I figured since she started out slow on me, I'd do the same, so I was careful not to over stimulate her. Lots of caresses, on and around her pussy, then up her torso to play with her tits too. Then kisses, all over her furry blonde pussy, but never quite in the right place. I wanted her as hot as I could get her.

Her pussy had that soft golden hair all over, which tickled me as I licked her. Those pink inner labia peeked out, so wet and so slippery, and covered in her tangy essence. I ran my tongue up and down them, lapping up everything I could. Her clit wasn't visible yet, but when I began to lick her hood it swelled and peeked out from under there. Once I got her to that point, I eased up and just spent time giving little kisses and licks and touches all over. Just enough to push her close but never enough to make her cum.

Based on my experience over the summer, if I was careful I could drive her nuts like this until she got so worked up she'd just grab me, pin me down, and fuck my face until she came. That was the hottest thing ever, having Moe lose control like that. And that was my plan for tonight. I kept going with those little licks and kisses and touches that didn't quite do the job for her. From reading and watching stuff on the internet, I think this was called edging, where you get her really close, but don't give her an orgasm. I think the longest I held her off was about half an hour once, but usually she got too worked up after about ten minutes.

This time she lasted almost 15 minutes before she sat up and grabbed me. When she tried to roll me over and sit on my face we fell out of bed in a tangle of limbs. Both of us started laughing like lunatics, because we'd already joked about falling out of bed trying to have sex. I got back into bed and laid down for her. The mood was different. No more teasing. She straddled my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around her thighs and went to work.

I had a mission, to make her cum, and I did my best to make that happen as quickly as possible. I was alternately tongue-fucking her and sucking her clit as she clutched the short headboard and watched me work. "Oh fuck Dale." she whispered just before she started to cum. I kept working on her, pulling at her lips with mine, lapping her with my tongue, and licking and sucking her clit. She came, then peaked a second time. I was looking up along her body, watching the play of muscles beneath her smooth skin. God damn that was awesome. Then I couldn't see anything anymore, because she shifted her position and pressed down hard on me. Moe ground her pussy on my face as she bucked and heaved through her third orgasm, leaving me a wet, awesome mess.

She was finally finished she slid down, and we just cuddled together and rested for a bit. "Where's the condoms?" she asked. I grabbed the box. It was a big box, because we were hoping to get lots of opportunities to do this. I rolled one on and turned to her, wondering if she wanted to be on top like usual. That was her favourite position, and mine too.

But all she did was open her arms and legs wide and invite me in. We were good at this by now, having had two months of practice. My sheathed cock slid up along her slit a few times, spreading her wetness on me and stimulating her a little more. When she started to thrust back at me as I ran my cock over her clit, I shifted position a bit and pressed deep inside. Oh fuck, so hot, so tight, so slick, I would never get used to being inside her! One of the other reasons we like condoms was that you could buy lubricated ones. A little lube goes a long way and makes a big difference.

I started fucking her slowly and gently. We watched each other, kissing once in a while, just enjoying that perfect connection. Moe slowly built up to her climax, and she shuddered through her orgasm before going limp. I loved the way she did that. Boneless and blissful and beautiful.

I waited, still impaled in her, listening to her breathe as she calmed and returned to me. When she started kissing me I started fucking her again. Harder now, driving myself into her. It took only a few minutes before she shuddered through another climax. Once again I waited for her to recover.

"My turn on top?"

We had to get out of bed to rearrange ourselves, which felt weird. We were used to being able to just roll over. I got on the bed and Moe climbed on top of me. That was the most awesome place to be. I watched her enjoying herself, hair all poofy after that shower, and her sleek figure, muscles flexing and rolling beneath her skin.

Moe fucked me with a languid grace at first, writhing slowly atop me, but then after she started to cum, she started going at it harder and faster. That was her thing, she could cum again and again, as long as I could stay hard. She had ahold of the headboard again, and was fucking me like crazy. Once she passed a certain point that limp recovery thing stopped happening. Somewhere along the line I came too, and I concentrated in keeping hard for her. Honestly not that difficult because having Moe fucking me like that was incredible!

She went on like this for quite a while, and when she finally slowed down and collapsed on me we just cuddled there for a long time. That was Moe at her most gentle. Quiet and happy and soft. Murmuring that she loved me and softly stroking my face and hair. Eventually she pushed herself up off me, hey wow I could breathe again, and we separated so I could take care of the condom. Then we shut off the lights and snuggled under the covers. It was a squeeze in that little bed, but we were used to sleeping in close contact. After the long car ride, the weird combination of excitement and tedium of moving in, the dancing, the shower, and some truly awesome sex, we were both asleep in minutes.

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My roommate Brian moved in the next day, and neither Moe nor I wanted to mess around or even sleep together with someone else in the room. Good thing we got as much fun in when we could.

Frosh Week was crazy. There was so much going on all the time! There was a party somewhere in the residence every night, so Moe and I got to dance together a lot. Which I loved, because she just moves so well. We had to run around and register for various things, and there were floor meetings, team meetings and practices and tryouts for her, and tons of other activities. Plus, we spent a lot of time just wandering around the campus trying to find where things were. And going to the Campus Book Store to get all our books and stuff. Moe had to find the gym facilities and schedule workout times.

Once classes began, things settled into a routine. That was great, because once we had our roommate's schedules, we knew when we'd have some alone time. For stuff. Yeah, stuff, ha ha. There were a few times a week that we were both free and at least one of our roommates was out. We made sure we followed Mom's Rules, keeping up with studying and homework so we could have sexy times when we had the opportunity.

The people on our floors had varied reactions to our 'activities'. A lot of the guys on my floor were jealous of me, the scrawny nerd, who was banging the hot blonde from South C. On my floor, I was a god, and the first-night shower thing was part of that. The girls on Moe's floor were jealous of how satisfied she was when we got together. It sounded like they never got as good Moe did in bed.

Things were great until just after midterms in October. That's when I noticed that Moe was getting kind of distant with me. We still got together to fool around, but it was turning into more of a thing where Moe fucks me and leaves. And she seemed to be a lot less communicative. I tried to get her to talk to me about it, but she started avoiding me except for sex and meal times. Then the teasing started. Subtle jibes, just little comments at first, but it escalated into physical stuff pretty quickly. It was like she was back to being my bully. I didn't know what to do, I felt like my life was coming apart in my hands. I was losing her, and I was terrified. Then I remembered my Mom telling me 'call if you have problems'. I didn't know what else to do.

I called home and talked to my Mom. She started asking questions. Embarrassing questions. You want to talk about uncomfortable situations? Try talking to your Mom about your sex life. That was harder to deal with than anything I'd ever experienced before. Anyways, we talked, or I talked and she kept asking me stuff I didn't want to tell her. Mom finally gave me some advice, once she'd pulled my life to pieces over the phone.

"Dale, she misses you. You need to spend more time with her."

I was confused. We spent as much time as possible together. Studying, meals, and trysts. When I told her that, Mom laid it out for me.

"I don't mean sex. You need time. You two need to sleep together. That's the time she needs with you, not an hour or two here or there, but spending the night."

"But we've got roommates, we can't-"

"Dale. Listen to me. Maureen is the best thing that's ever happened to you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to her too. You two had something special over the summer that very few people get. You were like soul mates. And to make that work you need to be together. Damn your roommates, ignore them, you're just sleeping together. The other stuff, well, it sounds like you two are taking care of that already."

"Okay Mom. Thanks. I'll give it a try."

I sighed, knowing that Brian was gonna be weird about it if Moe stayed in our room. The guy was such a skeeze. He gave Maureen the creeps the way he watched her. And of course Moe's roommate would probably freak if I tried to stay there. It was also weird that my Mom thought Moe and I should sleep together all the time. I'm pretty sure there was something wrong with my parents. That wasn't normal, was it?

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When I saw Maureen at dinner I told her to come to my room that night, and that she was staying over. She immediately assumed that Brian was away, and got angry and bitchy when she found out that wasn't the case. It took some convincing, but she finally agreed to come to my room.

Moe showed up about 11 in her PJs. She'd already brushed her teeth and everything, so we were ready for bed. Brian was at his desk studying. I hadn't told him Moe was going to be there. He was gonna be weird enough as it was. When we shut off the lights on my side of the room and slipped into bed together Brian's jaw just hung open as he stared across the room at us.

I ignored Brian and concentrated on Moe. I kissed her gently on the forehead, then her neck, and then her lips. I whispered "I love you" in her ear, then rolled to spoon back against her, pulling her arm over me and holding her hand against my chest. After a few minutes I felt her relax a bit and hug me with that arm. My Maureen wasn't back yet, but she was close. Neither of us got much sleep, and I think Brian was awake all night too. I suspect from the furtive noises I heard that he probably rubbed one out in the middle of the night. Ewww.

Moe and I did eventually fall asleep about an hour before my alarm went off. Waking up tangled together in bed with her was awesome. Fuck, I had missed that so much. My Mom was right, we needed this. We got up and I gave Moe as good a kiss as I could muster before she left. I poured everything I had into it. I think Brian was watching but at that point I didn't care. I almost had her back, she was starting to respond to me. When we broke that kiss she smiled at me, for the first time in a week.

We had some 'together time' that afternoon, and it was so much better than earlier in the week. Moe was a lot more engaged and enthusiastic. I asked her to sleep with me again that night, and she agreed much more readily. After that it only took a few more nights together to set things right between us. I told Moe about my call home and she actually phoned my Mom and thanked her.

After that our schedule included sleeping together every weekend. I even slept in Moe's room once, but her RA didn't like the girls having guys in their rooms overnight, so we stuck to my room after that. Brian whinged about it a bit, but we figured he could deal with it, even if his dealing was more like stroking. Gross.

In late November Moe told me that one of the guys she at the gym was hitting on her. She wanted me to come to the gym to pick her up when her workout was done the next day. I am absolutely not a gym guy, but I would meet her there if she wanted. I was scared, because that guy she was telling me about would probably be there. And I'm not good with confrontation. But Moe asked, and I would do anything for her.

I was worried all day, and so distracted at dinner time that Maureen asked me if I was okay. I lied and told her I was nervous about an upcoming test. Inside, I was dying. Why would Moe want me at the gym? Would that guy be there? Was this some kind of breakup scenario? Was I losing Moe? I was terrified, because I was like zero competition for the kind of guy Moe was talking about. The next day I was dazed because I'd hardly gotten any sleep at all.

I showed up at 4:30 like she told me, and I saw her doing some stretches next to some complicated looking weight machine. There was a guy there talking to her. He was pumping out some lifts on a machine, and holy shit, he was big, strong, and ripped. No way was I competition for him. Why did she want me here? Terror struck deep into my guts. I watched them there on the other side of the room, and my fears were confirmed. She was gorgeous, and he was like some bronze Adonis. What was I? Short, scrawny nerd. I was nothing.

That's when Moe looked over and spotted me.

"Hey Dale! Is it 4:30 already?"

"Uh. Yeah." I walked over to her, certain it would be the last time I was close to her.

"Is this the guy you were talking about? Your boyfriend? Jeeze Moe, you can do a lot better than him without even trying."

My heart sank as I realized that yeah, she was so hot she could get any guy she wanted. And this big dude was basically pushing himself out there as the Number One choice. I was doomed. But Moe had other plans. She laid a burn on him that left him with his jaw hanging open.

"I guess we have different taste in guys. You can go after any other guy you want, except Dale, he's mine!"

The big guy just sat there looking shocked at what Moe said. She got up and took my hand, pulling me away towards the locker rooms. "There's an accessible shower we can use." Shower? What the fuck? My head was spinning. Moe hadn't asked me there to dump me. She made me show up so she could demonstrate her devotion to me. And, as usual, my anxiety and fears and self-doubt and over-thinking had fucked with my mind. And I hadn't TALKED to her about it. Rule number three.

The accessible shower was like a big private bathroom, with grab bars set into the walls. First thing Moe did was start stripping me. I helped her, because despite the danger of being caught in there and getting in trouble, the excitement of having a shower with Moe was too much. Actually, I was more worried about breaking Mom's rule about not fooling around until all our homework was done than some school rule about not having sex in the gym showers. Once she had me naked and all my stuff was piled on a shelf, she peeled off her top and sports bra, followed quickly by her shorts and underwear.

Moe was flushed and sweaty, and she had her hair in a rough bushy pony tail. That meant I could see her neck and shoulders without her hair in the way. That was so fucking muscular and sexy. I could see her shiver as I looked at her. That was one of her things, me watching her. She grabbed body wash and a scrubbie from her bag and pulled me into the shower. Then she turned the water on and got the temperature the way she wanted it. Which was way too cold for me, and I figured she was still overheated from the workout she just finished.

Moe went to her knees and used her hands and mouth on my cock to make sure I was hard. I could see she was excited, but she was still very gentle with me. She started with soft kisses and licks on the end of my cock, then she took me into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around. All the while her hands were busy caressing my shaft and my balls. I was getting close but she stood up and kissed me instead of finishing me off. The water streamed over us, cool enough to make me shiver, but Moe's skin was hot under my hands so I pulled her close.

She pushed me down and lifted one leg onto the shower bench, giving me full access to her beautiful blonde-haired pussy. I dove in and started licking her. She tasted stronger than usual at first, probably because of all the sweat from her workout, but the water rushing over us swept most of her flavour away. It also kept me from breathing. I sucked on her clit and tongue-fucked her for a minute, then drew back to gasp in a few breaths before plunging into her again. The next time I surfaced for air she pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard.

Once again I wrapped my arms around her and tried to take in some of her body heat. That didn't last long, because Moe had other ideas. She drew back from our kiss, then reached for a couple of the grab-bars and heaved herself up. Corded muscle stood out on her arms and shoulders as she raised herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Holy fuck that was hot! I put one arm around her and reached down to guide my cock with my other hand. We came together in one driving impalement, with me fully buried in her pussy. She must have been crazy horny and wet because I slipped right in. Moe held on and started humping at me, so I put my hands on her hips and started fucking her as best I could.

With her legs wrapped around me I couldn't pull back very far, but I could grind against her as I pushed her into the wall behind. That must have hit all the right spots in her pussy because she came a few minutes later. That was both dire and amazing at the same time. The amazing part was Moe cumming, her back arched, thrusting her spasming pussy at me as she squeezed me hard with her legs. All the muscles stood out even more on her arms and shoulders, and holy fuck that was hot! Then the dire part, when she let go of the grab bars and wrapped her arms around me. Now I had all her weight on me. Mostly on my cock, which wasn't designed to carry quite that much.

I sank to the floor, trying not to drop her or slip and fall. We made it to the shower floor, with me half sitting, half kneeling, trying to support Moe's weight on my thighs. She went limp like she often does when she cums, and I just held her and waited. Luckily we were mostly out of the stream of water so I was in no danger of drowning.

"Oh Dale. That was so good." she said in my ear. Then she unwrapped herself from me and stood up. Moe bent over and took hold of another grab bar, wriggling her butt at me. She looked back over her shoulder with that wicked smile of hers and I stood up and got behind her. I hadn't cum yet, and she was offering me my turn. The shower was still too cold for my taste, but after a couple of minutes of fucking Moe from behind I was warmed up pretty good. I kept driving into her and as I started getting close I reached down to play with her clit.

That was what she needed, and we came together, panting and thrusting at each other until we finished. When I pulled out of her she turned and let the water wash my cum out of her dripping pussy. Moe adjusted the temperature a little warmer and grabbed her washing stuff. We spent a little while washing each other and I began to worry we were taking too long, but Moe didn't seem to be in any hurry. When we finally finished and rinsed, she toweled herself off and handed me the damp towel to get myself mostly dry too. No one seemed to have noticed we took so long in the shower, and we went back to the dorm for dinner. Moe later told me that Mike, the muscle guy, never bothered her again.

We did great academically, mostly because of my Mom's insistence that we get our work done before messing around. I thought that was weird, I mean, who does that? Seriously, who has parents that tell you it's okay to have all the sex you want but only if your homework is done? No dessert unless your homework is done. That's normal. No TV or video games unless your homework is done. Normal. You can't borrow the car unless your homework is done. Also normal. My folks were not normal, I guess. Like 'No sex until you finish your lab report.' Weird. But also awesome. Moe helped me on whatever she could, and I helped her as much as I was able. We kept our grades high because the motivation was there.

Moe got mad at me at the big end-of-term party in December. Apparently some girl was hitting on me, and I wasn't clued in enough to brush her off. I had no idea she was flirting with me. Honestly. Because I had no experience at all with girls coming on to me. How was I supposed to know? I thought she was just being friendly. Moe put the girl in her place and hung on me like a shirt the rest of the night. Brian was in that night, so we couldn't have sex, but Moe was really horny.

We made out in bed as quietly as we could for a little while. Then she shifted around until I was spooning her, and she rubbed her butt against my erection. I moaned quietly in her ear, and she giggled, knowing she had me right where she wanted me. Her hand slipped in between us and she shoved my underwear down to my knees.

"Moe!" I hissed at her.

"Shhh."

Then I felt her hand on me, stroking my length. No, not stroking. She was rolling a condom onto me! Where did she get that from? Moe shifted a bit on the bed and I realized she was pulling her panties down. She got one leg free, and lifted it, reaching back between her thighs for my cock. I felt her press my head against her opening and I slipped in easily. She must have been sopping wet, because it was effortless. Her hand came back out from her crotch and she grabbed my hand and put it against her breast. I felt her nipple, hard beneath her nightshirt, and she stifled a groan.

I couldn't believe she was doing this with Brian only like 8 feet away from us! Her hand dropped back between her legs and I realized she was playing with her clit. The whole experience was so freakin' hot, I could not help but shove more of myself into her as I mauled her breast. I didn't want the bed to start shaking or squeaking, so I moved in slow motion, just barely fucking her, slipping in and out about an inch. I could feel her pussy muscles working on me, and she started to tremble. I nuzzled her neck just below her ear and bit her gently, right in one of those magical spots I'd found on her.

That did it, and she started to cum. I felt that strong clenching ripple in her pussy and that was so fucking hot I came too. We were both trying desperately to stay still and silent as our mutual orgasm washed over us. When we finished I listened for a while but there was no sign that Brian had heard anything, so I relaxed. Moe was already limp, like she was passed out. I think we were both asleep in a minute or two.

I woke the next morning still spooning her. I felt a stickiness on my crotch and when I reached down to check I found the condom had come off and leaked on me. That was fine, it did its job. I dropped it into the waste basket next to the bed. We'd learned to keep that thing close at hand. That woke Maureen, and she rolled over to kiss me good morning.

"Did we really do that?" she whispered.

"Yeah."

"So bad," she murmured into my ear, "And so good."

I kissed her and then tried to get out of bed. Forgetting I still had my underwear around my ankles. I fell flat on my face on the floor. Brian woke and looked at me blearily as I struggled to get my shorts back up. "What the fuck?" he mumbled.

Moe was laughing from my bed watching my antics as I tried not to flash my roommate as I yanked at my underwear. We got dressed, Moe pulling on track pants and a hoodie over her PJ's. I dragged my jeans on and then a T-shirt. We kissed and went to get something to eat.

After breakfast we went back to my room. We had to plan out our study schedule for exams. I also checked with Brian, to see when he was finished. Maybe Moe and I would have a few more nights together without anyone in the room. Nope. No luck there. Brian had an exam on both the very first and very last day. So he was going to be around for the duration. And from what we saw during midterms, Brian was the kind of person to stay up late studying every night.

Once we figured out our own schedules and added in our roommates' exam times, we found that we would have only two opportunities for messing around during the exam period. What can you do? We still planned on sleeping together as often as we could, especially during this stressful time. That kind of closeness and intimacy really helped Moe deal with things better.

The two times we managed to get together during exams were phenomenal. Once in her room, once in mine. When we left my room to head down for dinner there was a friggin' audience in the hall. I guess the headboard banging into the radiator was enough to raise a crowd. That was so embarrassing.

We finished our exams and her parents came to pick us up for Christmas break. When we got back home, they asked if I wanted them to drop me off at my house or was I staying with them? Wow. Just wow. It wasn't just my parents anymore. Now hers were behaving like it was okay that we were sleeping together. Moe gave me a look and I said I would stay over at least for that night, and then we would figure it out from there.

My folks wanted me around for Christmas of course, and Moe's parents wanted her at home too, so we decided that Christmas eve and Christmas night we'd be apart, but the rest of the time we'd stay over at each other's house. We had two weeks off, and figured we'd spend a lot of it banging the hell out of each other. And that didn't happen, because Moe's period started, and for the week between Christmas and New Years she wasn't up for any sexy stuff. That was okay too, because just being together all night and all day with nothing to distract us was just freaking awesome.

Her friends from high school got together a couple of times over the break, so we joined them. I wasn't the only guy there, as Katie and Ruth-Ann had invited their boyfriends. Of course they were jocks, big strapping guys, the kind of jerks who were the bane of my high school life, not counting Moe. But the girls kept them under control and I was mostly left alone, thank goodness.

New Years Eve was an incredible night. Moe and I went to a party with her friends and we had a blast. I loved dancing with Moe, and we did a LOT of that. That night was also our first night being able to have sex after a week of downtime. Moe was insatiable, and I did my damnedest to give her all she wanted. I don't think we actually slept at all until the next morning. The hard part was trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb my parents. Not that Maureen was loud, it was just that so much physical activity generates noise, like thumps and bumps and squeaks and creaks as the bed shifts around.

Going back to school was difficult after that. When we worked out our schedules for second-term classes we discovered that there was only one opportunity a week for 'sexy times'. Moe didn't like that at all, but we slept together more often to make up for it. Brian was still a dick about it all, always staring at Moe and practically drooling.

At the end of term, Moe finished her last exam 2 days before mine. Brian was already gone, so she moved in with me. But there was no sex, because of Mom's Rules. I had to study for that last exam. Moe was waiting outside the exam room when I got done, and was all over me. She whispered what she wanted to do to me when she got me back to the dorm, and despite being unlikely to survive her attentions, I followed her eagerly. Yeah, being taken by Moe was phenomenal.

Once the door was closed she stripped naked as quickly as she could. And there wasn't much to strip, because all she had on was track pants, shoes, and a hoodie. When I started pulling my shirt over my head she said "Nuh uh. Let me." Moe made me stand still, and she slowly undressed me. I got to ogle her as she did this. I love seeing her naked, she knows this, and she enjoys it.

Once she had me naked, she grabbed her phone and put on some soft music through my bluetooth speaker. "Dance with me?" she asked. Holy fuck. Dancing naked with Moe? YEEESSSS! We danced. I loved dancing with her, but naked? Wow. I was already hard when we stepped into the room, but I was almost ready to cum when I watched her move like that. Yes, I definitely had a thing for strong girls. She moved and swayed and shimmied around, muscles showing beneath smooth pale skin, holy shit.

I think Moe had spent more time than usual at the gym during exams, trying to work off her 'needs' via heavy exercise. My girlfriend was ripped. I watched her tits bounce, her muscles flex, and those arms and shoulders, they were so so sexy to me. We danced for one fast song, then a slow one started. Moe slipped up against me, my cock sliding up her abs to get pressed between us. I think I was *this* close to cumming.

The slow dancing was just like our very first time, she was pressed tight against me, swaying to the music, grinding her hips against me. And I was no longer close to cumming, I was cumming. I clutched at Moe, pulling her in tighter, and humping against her as my orgasm pulsed through me. I blew my cum all over her abs. She continued to grind on me, smearing my semen all over us. It was going to be a messy night. But that meant we'd probably end up in the shower together. Which was awesome. "Oh fuck, Moe." I said into her ear, and she giggled in response.

She let go of me and sat on the edge of my bed. I followed, knowing that I would be tasting her now, kneeling between her legs and reaching out to caress her soft skin. She had this almost invisible downy hair on her legs and arms that felt just wonderful to me. "Clean me up." she said, leaning back on her arms after handing me the box of tissues. I swabbed all my slimy goo off her, and tossed the tissues in the bin.

When I sat back to survey the results she said "Stand up." That's when she cleaned me. Like a cat. Her tongue brushed over me, picking up all the cum. She cleaned my cock too, and by the time she was done I was rock hard again.

Maureen sat back down on the bed again and said "Your turn."

Oh yeah, my turn. She had such a pretty pussy, not shaved like you see in porn videos. Beautiful golden fur covered her mound and spread in a lovely little triangle above that. She was so wet already, lips distended and pink, I figured it would be impossible to go slow with her. She was gonna cum hard and fast no matter what I did. So I dove in with abandon. And yeah, she did cum quickly. So fucking wet and so fucking delicious. The rest of the night was a blur of skin and touch and joy that was the perfect end to the school year.

Summer was amazing. We both had jobs but our weekends were free. Her parents were still pretty strict about us fooling around at her house. It had turned from 'not in our house' to a 'not when we're home' thing, like they could pretend it wasn't happening. My folks just told us to keep the noise down.

We found a place off campus for second year. It was in a townhouse that was leased by one of Maureen's classmates. There were going to be four girls sharing the place, one of which was Moe. And I was going to be there with her. I paid a full share of the rent, which was probably the deciding factor in letting me join them. And when they found out I could cook, well, that was just a bonus. Second year was going to be awesome, because we had a place we could be together all the time. I was still sometimes shocked by the fact that this awesome girl was mine, and I was hers.

We slepts together all the time after that, except for her Varsity road trip games. Moe wanted to somehow sneak me onto the team bus but that wasn't ever gonna happen. We did great academically because of Mom's Rules. And it seemed that the more time we spent together the happier Moe was.

Since we had a kitchen, I cooked a lot. Our housemates complained to Moe that her boyfriend was trying to make them all fat. She wasn't affected, as she burned calories like mad with her workout schedule, and she told them to just not eat my cooking. They groaned and said there was no way they could not eat what I made, it was too good.

Whenever Moe was away for a Varsity game I baked pastry for her. And she made more noise eating a danish than having sex. One of our housemates was banging on the door one night to get Moe to shut up when she was extolling her love of my baking "Oh god Dale, that's so good! Oooohh. Mmmmmmm, yeah! Ahhhh, fuck that's good!" Maureen never moaned during sex, but moaning over an eclair was definitely a thing.

Our townhouse group stayed together for the rest of our time at school. Other guys came and went as the other girls dated and dropped various boyfriends. Near the end of September in fourth year Moe and I were washing dishes after dinner, and I said something about us being like an old married couple. She made a disparaging noise and I said "Well, technically we are married, you know."

"What?"

"Yeah. We're what you call a 'common law marriage'. We've been living together for over three years. That makes us married, even without a ceremony or anything."

Something happened then that I had never seen before. Moe cried. Like really cried. She wrapped her arms around me and cried. It was quiet, no moaning or sobbing, just tears.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are we really married? Like, really?"

"You are definitely my wife."

"I want rings. Can we get rings?"

"Sure. I uh, don't think we can afford diamonds or anything, but if it's just rings it should be okay."

So we went shopping and got a pair of rings. They weren't expensive, but they didn't need to be. And now Moe was mine, officially, and seeing that band on her finger that matched mine was an ego boost that made me feel like I was a superhero. My folks were ecstatic that we'd embraced our relationship, but told us that there HAD to be a real wedding some day, and it had to be done before we had any kids. Her parents were less enthusiastic, but like usual, they eventually came around and accepted it.

And here we are now, in a hall we rented at the Community Centre, with flowers and friends and relatives, actually getting married. For reals. We're doing this on the cheap, because we just bought a house and can't afford anything. And we weren't letting our parents pay for it, because this was Ours, for Us.

I'm nervous as hell waiting here for her next to the Celebrant. And there she is. God she looks incredible in that dress. She looks beautiful and powerful and sexy and she's mine! And I can't wait until tonight when she *takes* me to consummate our vows.

*fin*