My Girlfriend Has a Slutty Side Ch. 03

Hello! Thank you for continuing to read and support this series! As I mentioned in Chapter 2, I have written quite a bit before the first chapter was published so I'm mainly in editing/revision stages now. As a disclaimer (and as you can see from the short description), Alyssa does ask to open the relationship. I want to make it clear that this does not come from a place of wanting to cuckhold, humiliate, or cheat on Cory but more from a place of a stag/vixen relationship. While I think some lump that all together as getting cucked, I do think that distinction is important for this particular story as they are both just highly sexual characters who get off on sharing one another (aka Cory will get to have his fun too!).

I hope y'all enjoy!

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I look at the countdown the second I get back to my apartment from class. Twenty-nine days.

Alyssa and I settled on the third weekend of September for the first visit. She's driving up to me for this first time, excited to see the apartment.

Every night, the FaceTime calls are the same shape but never the same conversation. She tells me about her anatomy class, about a customer at Power Price who left her a two-dollar tip and a Bible verse, and that she accepted a student worker position at Pine Ridge Community College, as a Front Desk Assistant in the advising office. I tell her I'm proud of her, I tell her about my roommates, Mason and Derek, about the professor who talks so fast I've started recording lectures just to catch the parts I miss and somewhere near the end of almost every call, one of us says some version of the same thing.

"Twenty-two more days," she says, chin propped on her knees.

"Twenty-two," I agree.

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In the single digit day countdown, I've cleaned my room on three separate occasions. Mason catches me vacuuming under my bed on a Tuesday and stares at me from the doorway.

"I know this is your girlfriend but come on man," he says in exasperation.

"Shut up," I snap back.

"You've dusted the windowsill, dude. There's no dust up here. We're on the third floor."

"She's driving nine hours," I say. "I want the place to not look like we live like animals."

Mason takes inventory in the public space: the stack of pizza boxes at the door and a collection of energy drinks forming a small skyline on the kitchen counter. He shrugs.

"Good luck with that."

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Three days out, Alyssa sends a photo of an already packed duffel bag on her bed with the text: is it too early to start packing lol.

I tell her no.

One day out, neither of us says much of anything. We stay on FaceTime doing our separate homework with our phones propped up against our pillows. We steal glances at one another every few minutes like we need to check the other one is still real. After a few hours of this, Alyssa holds her phone close to her face.

"Tomorrow," she whispers.

"Tomorrow," I whisper back.

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Saturday morning, I try to make a big breakfast just to release some energy. I crack some eggs into the pan and let them burn while I check my phone. I see her last text: just left! should be there around 1pm!

At 12:40pm, I'm already standing outside in the parking lot by the curb with my phone in hand. Every silver sedan that swerves around the corner sends my heart in my throat before I see that each of these cars are missing the unexplained dent in the rear bumper.

At 12:52pm, Alyssa's dented silver sedan turns the corner. I jump up to wave her down as if there were other people out here waiting for a car.

She barely gets the car in park before her door swings open and she spills out onto the pavement. The way she moves towards me seems larger than life despite being 5'3". Her ivory skin seems clearer and radiant in the sunlight compared to a phone screen. Her long, dirty-blonde hair spills over her shoulders and bounces around as she moves to me. I don't remember covering the remaining distance between us as she slams into me and locks her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her petite frame off the ground just to feel her all at once. She smells just like I remember her and after four weeks of seeing her through the phone screen, having the real weight of her against me fills me with immense joy.

"Hi," she says into my neck.

"Hi," I say back, and I can hear how wrecked my own voice sounds.

She pulls back just far enough to look at me. Her eyes are already glassy. "Four weeks. That's so stupid. It's not even that long."

"Felt long."

"Felt very long," she agrees and leans in for a kiss. It's not a gentle one. Her mouth opens against mine immediately and she sends her tongue to probe with this desperate, relieved urgency. I taste her, her coffee, and her vanilla chapstick in a wonderful cocktail. I kiss her back harder and run my hand up to cup the back of her head. She makes a small, satisfactory moan in my mouth. It almost makes me forget that we're standing in front of my apartment building, with her car running and her car door open but I don't want to break apart. When we finally do, she's breathless and lets out a laugh.

"Okay. Hi. I should probably park my car," she says with a smile.

"Probably," I say, not moving to let her go.

"Cory."

"Fine, fine."

She parks her car in the first open spot she finds and turns it off. When she gets out, she looks at me and smiles again. I open the rear door and grab her duffel bag from the backseat but she takes it out of my hands, slings it over her shoulders, and interlocks her fingers in mine.

By the second-floor landing, I have her back against the wall and my hands are in her hair. She is grasping the front of my shirt, trying to pull me in closer than I already am. Some part of my brain that's still working reminds me that my neighbors could walk out at any moment.

"Room," I manage. "We need to get to my room."

"Then take us there," she says against my mouth.

I fumble the key twice before it finally turns. My apartment is, thankfully, empty. Mason and Derek made themselves scarce for the afternoon. I'll have to thank them for that later. I don't get more than two steps past the doorframe before Alyssa's hands are back on me. I carry us both across the living room, down the hall, and into my bedroom.

We spill into my bedroom and she drops her bag on the floor while I slam the door shut. I take a step back and we both stare at each other. Her hair falls loose down her body and I can see the outline of her breasts through her black tank top. Her athletic shorts show off her slender legs and her perfect ass. I close our distance and melt back into her. Our lips and tongues tangle like it's the only way either of us can survive. As we kiss, I reach for the hem of her tank top and pull it over her head. Alyssa doesn't resist. Her small, perky breasts spill free and her nipples are already hard from the kisses we shared. Her stomach is flat and smooth with a hint of some toned abs. I move my lips from her mouth to her jaw, down her neck and over her collarbone. I leave a trail of kisses everywhere because I'm too desperate to be careful about it. I want all of her.

I move down to her breasts and take her left nipple in my mouth while I massage her right one with my hand. I take her nipple fully in my mouth and gently suck while lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I can hear her breathing getting heavier. I only linger there for a moment before I move my mouth further down her body. I leave more kisses down her stomach and stop at the waistband of her shorts. I look back up at her. Alyssa bites her lip and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"What are you waiting for?" she asks.

I smile and pull her shorts down. She's wearing cute, pink panties underneath but I'm too impatient to admire them. I press my nose and mouth against her groin to feel the warmth and smell her scent. I open my mouth and let it sit on her entrance, my breath warming it up even more. Alyssa's grip tightens on my shirt.

I use one hand to pull her panties to the side and place my mouth on her slit. I take all of her in my mouth and make my tongue flat to lick her up and down in slow, broad strokes. Alyssa rocks her hips into my mouth in response. I'm impatient. I roll my tongue over her folds while I slide a finger into her. She lets out a small moan. I find her g-spot with my finger and press against it lightly while I continue to suck her folds. She moves one hand from my shoulder to my head and pulls me closer into her. In response, I narrow my lips and tongue to focus on her clit. I suck on it lightly while flicking my tongue on it which sends convulses through her body. Her breath gets ragged and she moans with each lick. I keep the rhythm up and increase the pace when she stops rocking her hips. I know she's close. Her grip in my hair gets tighter. I don't want quiet Alyssa, I want loud Alyssa. I slide a second finger inside of her.

"Oh my god, oh my god," she cries. "Please, please keep going, please."

There's my girl. I use my free hand to hook around her waist and pull her in. Her hips start bucking again and she drapes her right leg over my shoulder. The wet sound of my mouth sucking her pussy and my fingers stroking her insides are the only noises in the room until her orgasm rolls through her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cries.

I ease off her clit and slow my fingers as she catches her breath. I admire her from down below and let her recompose herself.

"You know we aren't done, right?" I say.

"I know, but... please just let me catch my breath. I haven't cum like that since... well, since you left."

I stand up and hold her against my door while she recovers. I take this time to really take her in. I breathe in her shampoo, her perfume, her smell. I look at her beautiful brown eyes, her nose, her skin. I run my hands up and down her body. Every curve of her feels familiar under my fingers as I trace them down her spine.

"Okay, what else do you have planned for me?" she asks with a sly grin.

"You'll find out. On your knees," I say.

Without hesitation, Alyssa drops to her knees, and I pull the waistband of my shorts down to free my seven-inch dick. I'm harder than I think I've ever been.

"Open your mouth and take it," I say as I place my hand on the top of her head to guide her toward me.

Alyssa works her mouth to make sure she gets some spit on her lips and opens wide to take me in. She swallows my head and I have to stop myself from busting already. She doesn't tease me and chooses to swallow me halfway. She bobs her head back and forth, lightly sucking as she pulls back and she flicks her tongue underneath my tip as she goes back down. She's intense. Fast. Impatient. Like me. The warmth of her mouth is driving me insane already. She brings up one hand and wraps it around the base of my shaft while she continues to suck me. I can feel the pressure building in my already. I look down at her and she looks up at me. Her brown eyes are focused and her cheeks are flushed pink. I grab her head and pull myself out of her mouth before I finish.

"I don't want to cum yet. Get on the bed," I command.

Alyssa walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. I pull my shirt off and let my shorts drop to the floor as I walk over to her. I get a few feet away from her before she extends her legs and presses her feet against my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No, just, slow down babe, we have all weekend," she says. She tucks her legs in and wraps her arms around her knees. She's giving me a great look at her smooth, glistening pussy.

I move in and hold her legs in the same position while I find her entrance with my dick. I feel her slickness coat my tip and start to push in before her hands wraps around my shaft and guides it in herself.

"I've been waiting a whole month for this," she says.

That was all I needed to hear. I slide into her all the way to the base and we both let out a moan. Her warm and wet feeling around me is almost too much and I pause for a second just to breath. I part her legs open and lean in to kiss her as I keep stroking her. I keep most of my length inside of her as I rock my hips into her body. Her hands grip my shoulders and she digs her nails into my slightly. I release her from my kiss, grab her by her hips and pull her closer to the edge of the bed while I'm still inside her. She lets out a startled yelp. I wrap my arms underneath her hips and lift her up to get a new angle. I pull out my full length and push it back in her in slow, strokes. I want her to feel all of me, to miss me, and to want more. With each stroke, I can feel her slickness coat my cock and her walls grip tighter anytime I'm pulling out. I move my hips all the way back so only the very tip of my dick is still inside her. She responds by grinding her hips towards me to keep my length inside of her. I have her where I want her. We match rhythms and I move my eyes from her wetness coating my cock, to her hips and core working with me, to her perky tits, and finally to her face. Her head tips back, her eyes close, and she opens her mouth to gasp my name.

"I can't hear you," I say.

I keep the same position and begin pounding into her. I rock my hips hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. She responds by moaning and doing her best to keep up with me but I'm impatient. I go full throttle and she responds by arching her back off the mattress, her entire body almost suspended in air now. With every thrust, she cries my name, her voice gets higher, more desperate. Her nails rake down my forearms. With every moan, I go harder and faster, chasing the feeling of her coming undone beneath me. Unfortunately, I don't last long.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I moan.

"Okay," she says and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

I don't have time to think about what she's doing. All I feel is my orgasm releasing into her. Four weeks of built-up want spilling into her. When I finish, she falls onto the bed and I pull out. Immediately, my cum spills out of her drips down her hole onto the mattress. The sight of it is intoxicating. I can't help myself and rub my dick against the bottom of her entrance and push some of my cum back into her. She moans and lifts her hips slightly to take me back in. I stroke her a few more times and admire our mess coating my cock before the sensitivity of my orgasm makes me pull out. I look up at her and we lock eyes.

"I'm so sorry babe, I know that was dumb, but I just... I just wanted you so bad," she says.

"It's okay. I mean, I've always wanted to do that but don't we need to get a Plan B or something now?" I ask.

Alyssa laughs. "Yes, we do. But just a heads-up, it has a 72-hour effectiveness period so..." she trails off.

"So you want me to cum in you all weekend?" I ask.

Alyssa bites her lip and nods. I love this woman.

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Later, we're tangled together on my too-small mattress, the afternoon light gone soft and gold through the blinds, and Alyssa is tracing lazy shapes on my chest with one finger.

"Worth the drive?" I ask.

She lifts her head just enough to give me a look. "No. Terrible. Never again."

"Uh-huh."

"Worst nine hours of my life," she says, and then pulls herself back up to kiss my jaw. "Obviously it was worth it, dummy."

I laugh and pull her closer, and for a minute we just lie there, breathing each other in, in no hurry to be anywhere else.

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Sunday night, after Alyssa drives home, she calls me from the pharmacy parking lot, laughing so hard she can barely get the words out. "I got it. I got the Plan B. The pharmacist looked at me like I was eighteen."

"Well, babe, you are nineteen so like... you do look like an eighteen-year-old."

"Shut up." A pause, and then, more seriously: "I'm going to make an appointment and get on the pill. I don't want us stressing about this every single time."

"Oh? Every single time? You want me to cum inside of you every single time?"

There's a pause on the other end, and I can practically hear her blushing through the phone. "That's not what I said."

"You didn't have to say it. I felt you tighten around me the second it happened."

"Okay, fine. Yes. I do want it because I liked it. A lot." Her voice drops, getting quieter. "I want to do it all the time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But I'm still getting on the pill because I'm not an idiot, and neither are you."

I grin, even though she can't see it.

"You're welcome, by the way, for handling all the logistics of your dumb decision," she says.

"It was our dumb decision."

"Mine involves way more paperwork," she says.

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Alyssa drives up for Thanksgiving Break in November, and this time we know the routine. Curb, hug, kiss, stairs, door. We've got it down to a science. Mason has started calling it "the Alyssa Alarm" because apparently you can hear us coming from two floors down.

Saturday night, we're tangled up on my bed, half undressed, taking our time for once instead of racing the clock. Alyssa props herself up on one elbow and traces a finger down my chest, looking thoughtful.

"Can I ask you something weird?" she says.

"Always."

"Okay. Don't laugh. I've been curious about something and I looked it up and apparently it's a whole thing people are into, and I want to try it on you." She bites her bottom lip. "A footjob."

I blink. "Like, with your feet?"

"With my feet, Cory, yes, that's what a footjob is." She laughs and smacks my chest. "I don't know, I saw people talking about it and got curious. Is that weird?"

"No. I mean. I'm open to anything you want to try."

"Good answer," she says, and slides down to the end of the bed.

She pulls my boxers off and settles herself against the headboard, feet planted on either side of me. I've genuinely never thought about her feet in a sexual context before this exact moment but now that I'm looking, like actually looking, Alyssa has sexy feet. They are small and delicate and her toenails are painted a soft pink that somehow makes the whole thing feel more intimate. When she wraps them around my dick and starts to move, I discover I have no complaints whatsoever.

It's clumsy at first. She loses her rhythm a couple of times and we both laugh about it, the absurdity of it breaking any tension. She has to lean forward to spit into her palm and rub it between her soles to get things slicker, and I watch her do it with this focused determination, like she's solving a puzzle. But once she finds the motion, everything changes.

She slides her feet up and down in a slow, squeezing rhythm, and it's nothing like her hands or her mouth. Her soles press against me with this broad, encompassing pressure that makes my whole body tense, and then her toes curl and flex around the head of my dick every time she reaches the top. It's like she's got me surrounded, contained, working me from every angle at once. The sensation is almost overwhelming: the smooth arch of her foot dragging down my shaft, her toes gripping and releasing, the slight variation in pressure as she adjusts her angle. I'm groaning without meaning to, my hips already starting to move against the rhythm she's set.

I watch her concentrating, her tongue caught between her teeth, her eyes focused on what she's doing to me. There's this look of pride on her face every time I react, like she's figured out something new about me, about us. Her small feet work me steadily, and I can feel the difference in every stroke. The way her soles glide, the individual pressure of her toes, the tightness when she squeezes. It's building faster than I expected, and I have to grip the sheets to keep from losing it completely.

"Is this good?" she asks. "Tell me if it's good."

"It's good," I manage.

"I'm going to get so good at this," she says, like she's just been handed a new toy, and speeds up.

I don't last long, mostly because the sight of her doing this with that determined, pleased look on her face is doing as much work as her feet are. I feel the pressure building, that familiar tightness coiling in my core, and I can't hold back.

When I finish, my orgasm hits hard and fast. I pulse and cum all over her feet. It coats her, dripping down her arch and pooling between her toes. It's messy and sexy and I'm already thinking about having her feet wrapped around me like this whenever we want.

She rests her feet on my deflating dick and we lock eyes. My breathing comes through my mouth in heavy gasps but gradually it starts to level out. She's studying the mess she's made of me and then bites her lip.

She lifts her right foot toward my mouth.

I look down at it and hesitate for a second. Her toes are coated in my cum. I can see it cloying to the arch of her sole and to her toes. I never thought about tasting myself before but something about her doing this makes me lose all sense. I open my mouth and she slides her toes in. I suck, tasting the bitter, salty, disgusting flavor of myself, and I swallow. How does she do this? How does she take this without flinching?

She brings her left foot up and I do the same, except this time I hold it in my mouth. Then, I lean forward and kiss her, transferring everything into her mouth. She makes a small sound of shock against my lips and I feel her swallow the cum I gave her.

We're both breathing hard as we peel apart slowly. She's looking at me like she's just discovered something new about me. About us.

"Okay," she announces. "New favorite thing."

"I should probably eat some pineapple before our visits."

We both laugh. She crawls back up the bed and curls into my side. I pull her close while we lay there in silence for a while. She turns to me to say, "We should probably buy some lube to make those easier in the future."

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I come down for Valentine's Day in February and bring a nervous energy with me.

The nervousness isn't about the holiday itself. It's about what I want to ask her. I've been sitting with it for weeks now, turning it over in my head during runs, during work, during stretches of time when we're not on FaceTime. We've gotten comfortable enough with each other that asking for things doesn't feel impossible anymore. After Alyssa asked me about the footjob, and we both discovered we liked it, something shifted. It proved that we could want different things, ask for them, and find out together how we felt. That kind of trust makes it easier to think about asking for something I want.

We're lying in bed the night after I arrive, and I made up my mind to ask her.

"Can I ask you something? Feel free to say no," I say.

"That's an ominous way to start a sentence," she responds.

I swallow. "I've been wanting to try anal," I say. "With you. If you're interested. If not, genuinely, no big deal."

Alyssa goes quiet for a second, and I brace for her to say absolutely not. Instead, she just looks thoughtful. "I've never done anything like that," she says. "Not with toys or my fingers you know?"

"We don't have to."

"I didn't say that." She rolls onto her side to face me. "I'm curious. I just want to go slow. And if I say stop, we stop, no questions, no weird mood about it after. And I'm serious about going slow, I know I can take you normally but you are in fact big."

Those words send a jolt of electricity to my cock. "Of course. Obviously."

"Okay." She smiles, a little nervous, a little excited. "Happy early Valentine's Day to me, I guess."

The next night, after dinner and a stupid amount of chocolate, we begin. Alyssa is laying flat on her stomach with her legs spread open. I'm over here and I can easily see how small her frame is stretched out beneath me. From this pose, I can see everything from the curve of her back, the smooth skin of her ass, and the way her thighs tremble slightly with anticipation. We've had sex in this position before but I was always so eager to start it I never really paid attention to her asshole. Now I'm looking at it directly and I feel something shift in me. Nervousness and excitement.

I spread her cheeks open and let a string of spit fall onto her hole, watching it glisten. I start licking her ass, expecting, well, a bad taste but it tastes just like licking any other part of her. It's warm and clean and distinctly Alyssa. She gasps into the bed sheets as her body goes rigid for a second before she relaxes.

I lick it some more and bring my index finger to her hole to gently massage around the opening. I can feel the tight ring of muscle flex beneath my fingertip. She tenses up with each touch and then relaxes with every ounce of pressure I add. I keep massaging to let her get used to the sensation before I grab the bottle of lube. I pour a dollop of it at the top of her crack and let it drip down to her hole.

I rub some of it around and push the tip of my finger inside of her, just slightly past the opening and let it sit there. She lets out a groan and tenses up hard underneath me. After a few seconds that feel she relaxes. She's giving me permission to continue.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she breathes. "It's weird. Good weird. Keep going."

I slide more and more of my finger inside of her and let her get used to the feeling. As I'm pushing deeper, she squirms beneath me. I reach put my free hand on her hip and hold her steady.

"Keep going," she moans.

I pour more lube around her hole as I push until I get my entire index finger in. I stroke slowly, gently, letting her adjust to the sensation.

"You still doing okay?" I ask.

"Mhmm, it feels, it feels weirdly good."

"You already said that."

She playfully kicks me with her foot.

Time to open her up some more. I line up my middle finger and push in, adding lube as I go. The stretch of her ass is visible now as she tries to accommodate my second finger.

"Oh, that's, that's a lot," Alyssa says.

"Do I need to stop?"

"No, it's okay."

I slowly stroke her with two fingers and feel her rock her hips away from me and push it back. I can feel her asshole clench up and release with every stroke. I pull both fingers out and admire her asshole slowly retract to it's normal shape. I pour some more lube there and line my dick up to her entrance.

"Okay, I'm much bigger than my fingers so are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes. Just, go slow and let me get used to it. Please."

"Of course," I say, and I lean down to kiss the top of her head.

I pour an obscene amount of lube on my dick and slowly ease into her one inch at a time. The resistance is immediate. Her ass instinctively clenches around me and the pressure makes me focus on my breathing. Every time I slide deeper in her, her breath catches which makes me pause. I let her adjust to the new length before I continue to add more and more of me to her. The feeling is almost unbearably pleasurable. The unfamiliar stretch and squeeze is such an insane sensation and it takes everything in me to remind myself to go slow. My hands grip her hips. Sweat beads on my forehead. The pressure is building around my cock as I feel the warmth and tightness of her wrapped around most of my length while I stroke her. Gradually, her entire body relaxes and accepts me. Her moans morph into something lower and needier than I've heard from her before.

"Oh my god," she gasps. "Okay. Okay, that's... keep doing that."

I keep my pace slow and steady. I reach one hand around to rub her clit and use my other hand to push her hips down into the mattress. She unravels faster than I expect. Alyssa's entire body tenses up and I can see a wave of shudders make it's way through her body. I can feel every sensation across every inch of my cock. Her moans get higher and she desperately calls my name out. With the pressure on her clit and my cock in her ass, she finally orgasms. The sounds she makes sends me into a frenzy. I can't hold back anymore and I thrust deeper, faster, harder, into her to chase my own release. She reaches back to place a hand on my stomach and I take it and pin it to the small of her back. I keep pounding into her ass. She responds by moaning. I stroke her a few more times and bury myself deep inside of her ass to finish. I can feel my cum pulse out of me and I feel her asshole clench and unclench with every spurt of liquid entering into her. I slowly pull out to watch my cum drip out of her ass and down her slit. Before it can slide down onto the bed, I take a finger and push some of it into her pussy. Alyssa softly moans at that before she props herself on her elbows and turns to face me.

"So," I say. "Verdict?"

"Ten out of ten," she says. "Would recommend. We're doing that again." She pokes my chest. "Happy Valentine's Day, by the way. Best gift I've gotten."

"I got you chocolate too."

"The chocolate was good. That was better."

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The last two months of the spring semester blur by in the usual rhythm: calls, a visit, exams, a visit, finals, and then it's May. I'm packing most of my apartment room into boxes for the second time in as many years. Thankfully, my roommates were great so we re-signed our lease for next year, which allows me to leave a few of my larger, non-essential items here. Derek has a job over the summer so he will be holding down the fort while Mason won't go back home until July. I say goodbye to them both and head out the door.

I hit the road and put on a playlist Alyssa made for me titled songs for missing me (temporarily). I laugh through the first three songs and get a little emotional by the fifth.

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"Hi," she says into my neck.

"Hi." I hold onto her, breathing her in, feeling one whole year settle into place around us. "I'm home."

"You're home," she agrees, and pulls back to look at me, her smile radiating from her face. "So. What are you wearing to my graduation this Saturday?"

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A week later, she comes over vibrating with news. Her former supervisor at the community college reached out directly to let her know a full-time administrative assistant position just opened up in the academic advising office she worked at. Alyssa puts her application in that night.

"I don't know why I even want it so bad," she says, pacing my kitchen while I lean back against the counter. "It's not glamorous. It's answering phones, connecting students with their advisors, and reminding freshmen that yes, they do actually have to submit the forms before the deadline. Basically, all the stuff I was doing as a student worker in that office, just full-time."

"But you want it," I say.

"I do." She stops pacing and seriously looks at me. "I like being in that office, Cory. I like working on that campus. I like being around people who are trying to figure their lives out. I like helping them through it in whatever way I can. Did I ever tell you about that girl that came into the office back in October having a total meltdown about what classes she needed to take to graduate on time. I sat with her for twenty minutes, let her talk it out, and helped get her set up with an advisor. When she left, she hugged me like I'd saved her life. That felt better than anything I did in any shift at Power Price."

"That's not a small thing," I tell her. "That's huge."

"I know there's all this pressure from my parents to transfer and get my bachelor's right away, but I'm not sure I want that," she says, chewing her bottom lip. "At least not right now. Maybe not ever, I don't know. I just know I want to be working there."

I reach out, pull her into my chest, and kiss the top of her head. "I'm really proud of you. You know that, right?"

She tilts her face up to meet my eyes. "You're really not weird about it? Me not doing the whole four-year thing while you go finish yours?"

"Babe, you just told me you made a crying girl feel human again over a class schedule. I'm not weird about it at all. I think you're going to be amazing at it."

Since the staff already know her and need someone to start immediately, she interviews within the week and gets the official offer a few days later. Alyssa transitions straight into working full-time for the summer. Between her eight-to-five schedule and me picking up shifts back at Power Price, juggling our schedules takes a little adjusting. The great news is the campus operates on four-day workweeks with Fridays off in the summer which helps us fall into a routine.

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With a steady paycheck locked in for the future, Alyssa doesn't waste any time taking the next step toward actual independence. She and Kayla spend a weekend apartment hunting and end up signing a lease on a two-bedroom place about ten minutes from the college.

It's nothing fancy. Mismatched secondhand furniture from both of their parents' places, cheap blinds, and an oversized couch Kayla's brother didn't want anymore. But the day they get the keys, Alyssa walks me through it like it's a penthouse.

Kayla drops a stack of plastic storage bins in the kitchen and points a finger at Alyssa. "Don't let her play it cool, Cory. She made us measure this living room three times just to make sure the couch wouldn't block the walkway."

"Because feng shui matters, Kayla," Alyssa shoots back with a grin, before taking my hand and pulling me into the empty living room. Her voice echoes slightly off the bare walls.

"It's not that I don't love living at home," she tells me, looking around at the blank space with genuine pride. "I just want to know I can do this. Pay my own bills. Buy my own groceries. Be an actual adult and not just my parents' kid who happens to have a job."

"I get it," I say, stepping in close and resting a hand on her waist. "It's a great spot. You earned it."

"Also," she adds, her smile shifting into something a lot more mischievous, "no more sneaking around my parents' house or your mom's house. We have an entire apartment now."

"I did notice that, yes."

"And my bedroom is on the opposite side of the hall," Kayla calls out from the kitchen. "So whatever you two do, keep it down or buy me dinner."

Alyssa laughs, rolling her eyes, but she doesn't let go of my waist.

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Everything between us gets a little more reckless now.

Maybe it's the freedom of her own space. Maybe it's a full year of knowing exactly what the other person likes. Whatever it is, we go all in.

We order a small collection of toys online that arrive in packaging so deliberately boring it's obviously hiding something. We spend an entire Saturday testing every single one of them, laughing more than half the time and absolutely not laughing the other half. The remote-controlled vibrator becomes a regular on our dates. We both get off on the risk of it and seeing how she has to keep her composure while I'm controlling it from across the table. I order a butt plug and put it in her while we have sex. She mentions she loves the feeling of being filled up like that. We order a wand next, then a dildo that's bigger than me, and use those separately, or in tandem, to make her unravel at the seams.

By late June, we're reckless enough to fuck out on the lake overlook in broad daylight. We're both glancing at the tree line the whole time, getting off on the fact that we probably shouldn't be doing it there, that someone could walk up any second and catch us. It's the kind of thing that should feel stupid, but it doesn't.

One Friday night, Kayla suggests the three of us stay in and watch a movie. It's the kind of ordinary evening that happens often. Kayla settles into the armchair with a bowl of popcorn, already half-invested in whatever shlocky horror movie she's queued up. Alyssa and I end up curled on the couch, me spooning her while we face the TV. It's the kind of thing we've done a hundred times. The kind of thing that doesn't raise any flags.

Except tonight it does.

The movie plays on, but I'm not really watching. My hand finds its way around Alyssa's body, resting on her breast under the blanket. She stirs but doesn't move it away. Her ass is pressed against my groin, and I can feel myself responding to her, to the warmth of her, to the simple fact of having her this close. I drift my hand down her body, trace the curve of her waist, and slip my fingers to the waistband of her shorts.

Alyssa goes very still against me and while she doesn't pull away, her whole body tenses. She nudges me with her elbow and flicks her head in Kayla's direction, who is very intently watching the movie.

The message is clear: not here, not now, not with Kayla three feet away.

But I don't move my hand.

"She's not looking," I whisper.

Alyssa goes still. I feel her tense even more against me before she turns her head just slightly to meet my eyes. There's a question, or maybe a warning, in her expression. Her lips part like she's about to say something, but she doesn't. Instead, she glances toward Kayla, then back at me, and I can see the conflict playing out across her face. The thrill of it, the risk, the fear of getting caught.

I don't move. I just wait, my hand still at the waistband of her shorts, reading her hesitation. She bites her lip, and I can feel her pulse quicken where her back is pressed against my chest.

Alyssa's hand finds her phone under the blanket. I feel her fingers move as she types, and a second later she flashes her phone screen to me. I see the text written in our conversation thread: What if she sees?

I glance at her, then grab her phone to type back: She won't. Alyssa puts her phone down and returns her gaze to the TV and Kayla.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, slowly, she shifts her hips closer to me, pressing her ass back into my lap. It's her answer. Her permission. She reaches down under the blanket and guides my hand, sliding it past the waistband of her shorts herself.

I reach into her shorts and slip my fingers past her panties. I take my middle finger and rub it gently on her clit, down her slit, and into her. She has to bite down on her lip to keep quiet. Kayla shrieks at something on screen while Alyssa's fingers dig into my leg under the blanket.

I shift my hips to free my dick from my shorts and pull her shorts down past her ass. She moves her panties to the side without hesitation. I place my dick in between her thighs and rub it on her pussy before I move my head to her entrance. For a second we're both still, and then I slowly slide into her. She has to press her face into the pillow immediately to muffle the sound that escapes her.

I make small, controlled thrusts and let the blanket do all the work of hiding what's actually happening. Alyssa's hand wraps around my thigh like she's holding it hostage. Every few seconds, one of us glances toward the armchair to see Kayla locked in on the horror movie, shoveling popcorn in her mouth. It's almost funny how oblivious she is to us fucking three feet away from her.

I continue to slowly stroke Alyssa's wet cunt. The feeling is somehow more intense than anything we've ever done when we were allowed to be loud. The whole time some tiny rational part of my brain is screaming that Kayla is right there and that one wrong move can cause irreparable damage to this entire situation. Kayla laughs at something on the screen now and I feel Alyssa tense beneath me, her grip on my thigh tightening as she forces herself to stay still.

I continue to fill Alyssa slowly but the feeling of getting caught pushes us both over the edge. Alyssa's body shakes underneath the blanket. I think she just came. Her body continues to make small spasms while I slowly stroke her. I finish next and do my best to hold in any sounds as I feel my dick pulse three times inside of her before it starts to go soft. Neither of us dare to move so we just sit there, in the quiet, under the blanket. I can feel my soft dick slowly fall out of Alyssa along with some of my cum.

I pay attention to the movie now and it looks like it's almost over. Some final girl, bloody and battered, walking into the sunset. Kayla shifts in the armchair which involuntarily makes me tense up. Then, finally, she stretches. A long, full-body stretch that makes the armchair creak.

"That movie was pretty good. What did y'all think?" she asks.

"I agree, it was pretty good! Is it a series?" I respond with the most casual voice I can muster.

"No, it's only a one-off but I hope they do make a sequel!" she replies. Kayla turns to fully face us and I can't help but think she knows what's happening. "What did you think Alyssa?"

"I'm going to be honest, I kept dozing off," she lies as easily as she drains my cock. "I was just really comfortable staying in with you two tonight,".

"Aw, that sucks that you fell asleep but I am glad we stayed in. We should do this some more!" Kayla exclaims and then follows up with, "I'm heading to bed though. It was a pretty long movie. Good night guys."

"Good night," we say in unison.

Kayla stands, takes the popcorn bowl to the kitchen and walks down the hallway without a second glance at us.

We don't move. We don't breathe. We wait for the sound of her bedroom door, and when it finally clicks shut, the lock engaging, the tension snaps.

The second her door closes, Alyssa turns and my dick completely falls out. Alyssa stares at me and quickly puts her hand down between her legs to keep my cum from spilling out even more.

"Oh my god," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Oh my god, we just did that."

"We just did that," I repeat.

"She had no idea, right? Tell me she had no idea."

I glance toward the hallway, listening for any sound from Kayla's room. Nothing. "No idea," I say.

Alyssa buries her face in the couch cushion in silent laughter. I can't help but feel the adrenaline and relief mix together to make me laugh too. We're both still half-undressed under the blanket, and the reality of what we just pulled off is starting to sink in.

"That was so stupid," Alyssa whispers as she peeks up at me.

"Incredibly stupid," I agree. "Also kind of insane that we didn't get caught."

"We need to move. Now. Before we ruin the couch," she says, scrambling to sit up and pull her shorts back on. I grab the blanket and glob up some of my cum that spilled onto the couch. Alyssa checks the hallway again before disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing with a towel.

"This is so gross," she mutters, laughing despite herself as she carefully cleans up.

"This is what we get for being reckless idiots," I say, but I'm grinning.

She throws the towel at me. "Your idea, remember?"

"Our idea," I correct, catching it. "And I regret nothing."

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After that close call on the couch, we dial back the risky things and settle into our normal routine. By mid-July, I can tell something's on Alyssa's mind. She's noticeably quieter over a few day period, seemingly lost in thought in a way I'm not used to seeing. One night over dinner at her apartment, she barely touches what's on her plate. When we finish eating, she takes my hand across the table instead of getting up to clear the dishes like she normally would.

"Can we talk? Like, actually talk."

My stomach drops. "Yeah. Of course."

We move to her bedroom. She sits cross-legged on the bed and takes a second before she starts, like she's rehearsed this and still isn't sure how to begin.

"I need you to know, before I say anything else, that I love you. I am so in love with you. I want to be with you long-term. I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay," I say slowly. "That's a hell of an opener."

She lets out a nervous laugh. "Yeah. Sorry." She inhales. "So. At work, I get hit on. A lot. The students think I'm one of them because I look like one of them and most of the remember me as a student assistance. But, now I'm a staff member and I have to remind them, or sometimes they see my staff badge and scurry out. Guys ask for my number in the hallway, in the office, wherever."

"Okay," I say carefully.

"I always say no. Every time. I tell them I work there and I tell them I have a boyfriend." She looks at me. "That part is true and it's not going to change."

"But?"

She twists her hands together. "But I like it. The attention. I like being wanted like that. It's such a specific feeling that I haven't felt it in a long time. Not since I used to tell you those stories. Back at the start. Do you remember how much we both loved that?"

"I remember," I say quietly.

"That was such a big part of us. Me telling you stories, you getting so into hearing them. But we've been together a full year now. There are no more stories. I don't have anything left to tell you, because all of the stories now are things we wrote together."

She looks away and returns her gaze. "I'm not upset about that. I love that it's just been you. But there's a part of me that does miss that piece of it. The being desired by someone who doesn't know me, who just sees I'm hot and wants me." She pauses. "And I know you desire me. I do. But you love me, and that's why. I miss the feeling of being wanted without all the context and I'm not really sure what all this means or what I'm supposed to think about it but, I at least want to bring this up to you."

I already know what she's going to say. My chest is tight, and there's a complicated knot in my stomach that isn't just jealousy.

"I want to ask you something," she says. "And I need you to actually think about it before you answer. And I need you to know you can say no and it will not change anything about how much I love you."

"Ask me," I say.

"Would you be open to opening the relationship? Just a little. Not leaving you. Not looking for someone to replace you. Not dating someone on the side. Just... letting me have that feeling again. And then telling you about it. Like I used to." She says it all in a rush, like ripping off tape. "I know how that sounds. I know it's a lot."

I don't say anything for a while. She lets me sit with it.

The thing I'm not sure how to say out loud yet is that there's a part of my that is excited about this idea. She's right about how hot it was to hear those stories of hers and have sex afterwards. Thinking about her leaving to meet up with some guy and hearing her tell me about it while she sucks my cock is hot. I remember this pleased look on her face from when we first met and I remember how insane it made me and how hot it made the sex afterwards. I hate how much that thought and those memories are turning me on right now. I feel lost, horny, excited, jealous, scared. I'm not totally sure what to say.

"I need you to know something too," I finally say. "The idea of you with someone else makes me feel sick. I want to be really honest about that first."

"Okay."

"But also," I rub my hands over my face. "The idea of you telling me about it after does something to me. It always has. I'm not sure if hearing these stories as they are happening would do the same thing to me but, I think I would like to try."

Alyssa looks at me for a long moment, and something in her face softens. "So we're both open to trying it?"

"Looks like it."

"So what do we do?"

We talk for almost three hours. We argue a little. We get pedantic. She asks me if I actually mean it when I say I can handle this, or if I'm just saying yes because I don't want to lose her.

"I think I mean it," I say eventually. "But I don't know how I'm going to feel when it actually happens and I think the only way I'd know is if it does happen."

"That's fair," she says. "I don't know either."

"So we figure it out as we go?"

"Yeah. And if it doesn't work, we stop."

By the end of it, we've built something we both think we can live with.

No random strangers. No dating apps. Someone with a little context. A friend of a friend. A coworker. A former classmate. Not someone we actually know. Not people we hang out with consistently. Someone adjacent to our lives but not embedded in it. Someone with some history but no future with us. That's how this will start and we can revise from there.

We talk about wearing protection. I think I trust her judgment on the type of men she might see and she is on birth control but I would prefer if they use a condom.

She tells me what's happening beforehand. Not exactly permission but just a heads-up. At any point in this process, I can shut it down and we can go back to the way we were before.

And afterward, she tells me everything. The same way she used to.

"We debrief," she says, and I actually laugh at that answer.

"Debrief," I repeat. "Very professional."

"I contain multitudes," she says. She climbs into my lap and silently embraces me for a long time.

"Are we really doing this?" I ask eventually.

"I think we are," she says. "Slowly. Carefully. And you can change your mind at any point, and so can I. I promise it will change nothing between us."

"Okay," I say.

She pulls back to look at me. "You're scared."

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"But you still want to try."

"I do," she says. "Do you?"

I think about it. Really think about it. The jealousy and the fear is there that she might find someone who fucks her so good, she leaves me. That drives me to just tell her that we shouldn't do this and keep everything the way it is but underneath that, there's something else. I think about how it felt to hear her stories. How hard it made me. How lustful it made me. How much I wanted to fuck that story out of her system and make her remember that I'm in front of her now. I loved knowing that she trusted me enough to tell me those stories in the first place. Her own weird form of intimacy. How she was so excited to treat me like a best friend and that I gave her exactly what she was looking for when she told me things. I realize that I do want to do this. I'm afraid, but I want to do this and I'm glad that we're choosing this together.

"Yeah," I say. "I do."

She kisses me, soft and slow, and when she pulls away she's smiling a little. "Okay. Let's try."

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The next week is its own specific kind of torture.

Nothing happens. Alyssa goes to work, goes home, I come over to make dinner, and we watch movies. She isn't dodging the topic or acting suspicious. In fact, she's just living her life as normally as she's ever done. This makes the waiting ten times worse. Every single day I want to ask if anyone from campus has talked to her and every single day I bite my tongue so I don't look like I'm hovering or keeping score.

It's eating at me anyway. Half of me dreads the moment she actually gives me that heads-up while the other half is practically begging for it to happen so we can cross that line and experience how it might make me feel.

I decide to keep my mouth shut and pretend like it's not bothering me. I go to work. I go for long runs just to burn off the nervous energy. I lie awake at night doing math on how many days it's been since that conversation in her bedroom like there's a specific timeline this is supposed to happen in.

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Saturday night, we're in her bed half-watching something on her laptop. My arm is warped around her body and her head is laying on my chest. We hear her phone buzz on the nightstand. She grabs it and sees the notification on the screen. She goes completely still.

"What?" I ask.

She doesn't answer and just hands me her phone.

The name attached to the text makes my stomach drop.

Jake: hey, what are you up to?

I stare at it longer than I need to. My chest tightens with jealousy, anticipation, dread and excitement. I look over at her. She's quietly and carefully watching me. We both know what he wants. We both know what this is. I know what she wants. I can see it in the way she's holding my gaze. Time to rip the bandaid off.

"Reply," I say.

She searches my face for a second looking for any hint of a joke in my words. She takes the phone back.

Alyssa: not much, just hanging out. how've you been?

Jake: good, good. weird timing, i literally just thought about you the other day

Alyssa: lol did you

Jake: yeah lol. you doing anything right now?

I watch her type and delete a response twice before she settles on something.

Alyssa: not really why

Jake: come over

He sends an address a few seconds later. No question mark. No "if you want." Just the address.

Alyssa stares at the screen and goes still again. I can feel the shift in her immediately. There is some old current running through her that I recognize from the way she used to tell me about him last summer. She quietly looks up at me.

"Is it okay?" she asks.

I nod, partly because I told her I would and partly because it's turning me on.

She plants a longing kiss on me before she hops off the bed and grabs her shoes. She takes a quick look in the mirror and decides to leave her oversized shirt and shorts on.

I sit there on the bed and watch her leave. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat and once the second the front door clicks behind her, I can hear my heart echoing through the silence in her room.

All I can do now is wait.

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The next hour is the longest of my life.

I don't try to distract myself as I know that won't work. I open up the FindMy app on my phone and watch her blue dot crawl across the map towards an address I've never been to. The dot eventually stops and I receive three texts from her in quick succession.

Alyssa: here

Alyssa: going in

Alyssa: ok wish me luck lol

I react to her last message with a thumbs up because I don't trust myself to type actual words. Then, I hear nothing. The blue dot stays parked at the same address.

I lie back on her bed and stare at the ceiling for what feels like days. I keep refreshing the app to see if her location is changing and it doesn't. She's still there. She's still inside his house. She's still doing whatever she's doing with him.

The pain of knowing that she may be having sex with someone else hits me hard. I feel emotional. I want to cry. The jealousy rises through my chest and makes my jaw clench. She loves me, I thought. How could she do this? Why did I agree to this? I hate that I don't know what's happening now. I hate that he's seeing her, touching her and that she's letting him. Is he being rough with her? Is it gentle for the first time with Jake? What does she look like sucking another man's dick.

Quickly, the jealousy and pain morph into lust and desire. My cock throbs against my pants and I reach down just to hold it. My pulse resonates throughout my entire body. I'm unbearingly horny. The thought of her coming home and telling me about her encounter with Jake is doing things to my body and my mind that I didn't know were possible. The thought of what she looks like after Jake fucks her. The idea that his scent would stay on her skin or his taste lingering on her tongue. I trace my fingers down my cock. I think about how her pussy might feel after he already fucked her.

I check the map again. She's still there.

More and more time passes by and I start to wonder what things are they doing. Are they fucking multiple rounds? I need to know. I pick my phone up to text her if she's doing okay when my phone buzzes.

Alyssa: heading home now

I sit up so fast I go lightheaded. All of the pain is washed away immediately and relief washes over me. Alyssa is coming back home to me.

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It's almost been a full hour and a half after she left when I hear her key in the door. I meet her in the hallway before she even makes it to the bedroom. Her hair isn't styled anymore but pulled back loosely in a way that's clearly hiding the fact that it was a mess at some point tonight. Her clothes are still intact and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she just went for a brisk walk.

Alyssa doesn't say anything right away, she just walks past me into the bedroom and sits down on the edge of the bed. She cranes her head up to me and locks eyes with me. There's something in her face I can't quite name. Is she scared to tell me what happened? Is she regretting it?

I sit down next to her. With no warning, she leans in and slowly kisses me, wrapping her tongue and lips around mine. I can taste something on her that isn't her. Jake.

When she pulls back she remains quiet and brings her hands to her lap.

"Tell me," I say quietly.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again, looking down at her hands. "I don't know if I should."

"Why not?"

"Because it already happened. That part is done," she says and I can hear the tightness and apprehension in her voice. "But what if telling you the actual details makes you look at me differently? What if you hear it out loud and realize you can't actually stomach this and then you leave?"

I reach over and rub my thumbs over her knuckles. "Alyssa, I won't pretend nothing changed tonight. You went over there and did whatever. That's real and that happened. It's no longer a story from your past that you're telling me. It's our present and maybe even our future. But the whole deal was honesty. If we start hiding details from each other now because we're scared then this falls apart anyway."

"I know, but-"

"Alyssa, look at me." I squeeze her hands gently until her eyes meet mine. "I want to know. I need the real truth so I actually know how to feel. I don't want a filtered version from you because you feel you want to protect my feelings. You don't need to give me every single detail but I need to know what happened. Otherwise, I'm going to imagine... things and that's going to give me much more anxiety that I think I can handle. Don't shut me out now, please."

She swallows hard and shakily exhales. She nods, "Okay. Okay."

She starts slow and quiet.

"So, I get there and it's this house he's renting with two other guys. I walk up to the door and he lets me in and introduces me to his roommates. I don't really remember their names now but they were just watching TV and didn't really pay attention to me." She pauses. "That... kind've got to me."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Just, it felt like Jake bringing a girl over was just another night and well. I don't know, I guess I expected some acknowledgement. It helped remind myself of what I'm doing here," she says.

"Which is" I respond.

She chuckles, "I'll get there, but I guess it just made it easier for me to remember that I'm doing this for me, for you, for us. To have a fun, sexy night and bring that energy back to you. I'm not seeing a boyfriend, I'm not hanging out with someone who has a crush on me, or vice-versa. I'm enjoying myself."

"Okay, go on," I say.

"Jake just goes, 'My room's down the hall on the right.' That's it. Wasn't really an invitation but it felt like one anyway, if that makes sense. Like he already knew I'd follow him but he still kind of wanted to watch me decide to."

"And you followed him?"

She looks down at her hands. "Yes, I walked down the hall with him to his room."

She tells me about his stereotypical messy-guy chaotic room. Clothes on the floor, gaming setup in the corner, and black sheets on his mattress. They sat on his bed and caught up for a few minutes. At some point, Jake tells her he's surprised she doesn't have a boyfriend.

"And I don't know what came over me," she says, "but I told him I'm actually in a relationship for a year now. I don't know why I said that. Maybe I wanted him to know that someone actually wants all of me, not just this part of me." She pauses and drops her voice. "But then I saw his face when I said it, and it wasn't disappointment. He looked happy. Not happy for me. Happy like I just challenged him to a game."

I clench my jaw. "What do you mean?"

"I mean he doesn't just want mess around like we used to. I could see it. He wants to steal me. From you. Like knowing I belong to someone else made him want to take that away." She shivers slightly. "It should have scared me off but it helped click everything in place for me."

"And then what happened?"

She bites her lip. "Are you sure you want to hear this part?"

"Yes," I say. "I'm sure."

"And then he just said, 'On your knees.' Same as he used to." A small, helpless smile crosses her face. "And I got down on my knees."

She tells me the rest quickly, quietly, like she's afraid if she slows down she'll lose her nerve. He asked her to get on her knees. She did. She went down on him and he finished within a few minutes. After she cleaned herself up, they talked some more and Jake seemed satisfied with that. After that, he walked her to the door.

She pauses here to watch my face like she's trying to read whether I'm about to shut down on her.

"He said he wants to see me again," she continues carefully. "I said maybe."

"Which means yes," I say quietly.

"Yeah." She swallows. "Which means yes."

I can tell there are details she's holding back, things she's skipping over since this is all so new but I don't push her. She gave me the outline and she told me the truth. My mind clears and I have a firm picture of what happened in that room and while the jealousy is still there, it's been completely replaced with lust. I look at Alyssa and she's still sitting there with her body withdrawn. I realize I haven't said anything to her.

She rubs the palms of her hands against her jeans and lets out a slow breath.

"I feel..." She pauses to search for the right words. "Really sexy. It was fun being desired like that in that way and all I could think about was coming back home to you. This sounds really weird but, I think I love you even more for this."

She isn't saying it as a scripted reassurance to cancel out any feeling she may think I have. She's being genuine. My heart is pounding against my ribs and part of me wants to pull back and protect myself from these feelings but a greater part wants to lean all the way in.

I reach out to her and bring her into my body.

"Come here," I say, and it comes out rougher than I intend.

My hand finds the small of her back and for a moment, we just breathe together and press our foreheads against one another.

"I want you," she whispers against my neck. "Right now. I need you to know that."

I pull back just enough to look at her. She leans up and kisses me in a slower, more deliberate way compared to when she came home.

I kiss her back harder, my hand sliding down her spine, and she responds by pressing herself against me. I pull her shirt over her head and fondle her breasts. I push her back onto the bed and she wraps her arms around my neck to bring me down with her.

"You're sure?" I ask, even though I can feel the answer in the way she's touching me.

"I'm sure," she says. "I want this. I want you."

I believe her.

I kiss her again, harder this time, and she opens her mouth to me immediately. I feel her hands pulling at my shirt and I help her undress me. I rip her shorts off and free my dick from my pants.

I slide into her slowly at first while making eye contact. She gasps and wraps her legs around me to pull me in closer. For a second I just stay there, buried in her, feeling her pulse around me, grounding myself in the fact that she's here, that she came back.

I fuck her hard, harder than I mean to at first, my hips snapping into hers with a force that's completely different from how we usually move together. I know she likes it when we have passionate sex, when I keep our hips attached so her clit gets stimulated every time I rock my hips but tonight, this is about me. The bed frame creaks with each thrust, loud enough that I'd normally care, but I don't. She meets every thrust and arches her body up off the bed to take me deeper, hoping that I can hit her g-spot.

Her nails rake down my shoulders which spur me on. All of my feelings are channeled into this desperate need to have her, to mark this moment, to prove to her that she didn't make a mistake coming back to me. My thighs burn from the pace and sweat drips down my chest onto hers. She rocks her hips harder and faster in sync with me.

"Harder," she gasps against my neck.

The headboard hits the wall in a loud, steady enough rhythm that Kayla should hear it clearly now. I don't care. I bury myself in her over and over, feeling her clench around me, her whole body responding to the intensity in a way that tells me she needs this too. She needs to feel wanted like this. She needs me to want her like this.

She yells out my name.

I don't slow down. I can't. I lean down and kiss her neck, her collarbone, anywhere I can reach, and she arches into me, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. Her hips buck with mine and she reaches her hand down to play with her clit. It doesn't take long for her to finish.

Alyssa's orgasm reverberates through her bedroom. I hold her at her waist while she shakes underneath me with my cock still buried in her.

I follow a few thrusts later as I tighten my grip on her hips to make sure I'm fully inside her. I pulse three times and pull out slowly to watch my cum drip out of her. My breathing is ragged and I collapse on top of her.

For a minute neither of us says anything. We just lie there, catching our breath, her hand finding mine between us.

"So," Alyssa finally says, breathless, curling into my side. "How was that for you?"

I take a second, still catching my breath. "Honestly? I don't know how to feel about it yet."

"That's not an answer."

"I know." I run my hand down her back, thinking. "It was hot. Like, really hot. Your story got to me more than I expected."

She shifts to look at me, propping herself up on one elbow. "But?"

"But there's a but?"

"There's definitely a but. I can hear it in your voice."

I exhale slowly. "The way he was talking about keeping you. Like you're something he wants to hold onto. That fucked with my head a little."

Her expression softens and she reaches over to trace a line down my chest. "That scared you."

"Yeah. It did." I meet her eyes. "Not the sex part. I think while I was waiting it was driving me crazy but actually hearing it and getting a clear picture. I think I can handle that. I liked that more than I probably should admit. But the way you said he looked at you. That scares me."

"He can't claim me," she says quietly. "I'm yours."

"I know. I know that." I pull her closer. "It's just... I need to know that's not going to change. That this thing with him doesn't become something else."

She shifts to look at me, and there's a clarity in her eyes that settles something in my chest. "Jake's not a threat. I don't want him like that. But I do like that he lusts after me. I like having something to tell you, something that gets you going." She traces a finger down my sternum. "And honestly? I like knowing it bothers you a little. In a good way."

I'm quiet for a second, processing that. It does bother me, and it does get me going, and hearing her say it out loud makes the whole thing feel less like something I'm tolerating and more like something we're both choosing.

"If he tries to make it into something else, though," she continues, her voice dropping into that no-nonsense tone she uses when she means business, "I'm done. Clean break. That's not negotiable."

"I believe you," I say, and looking at her, I really do.

"Good." She rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me with a faint smile. "One rule at a time, though. We just keep talking and figure the rest out as we run into it."

"Deal," I say. I kiss the top of her head and pull the blanket up over both of us, holding her close against my chest.

________________________________________________________________A few days later, her phone buzzes on the kitchen counter while we're doing dishes. She wipes her hands dry to check it. I notice her expression before she says anything.

"It's Jake," she says.

I walk over to her, "Well, what did he say?".

She shows me her phone with the single text lighting up her screen.

Jake: you free?

She sets the phone down between us and leans against the counter. "Okay. Let's talk about this some more."

"Yeah," I say. "What are you thinking?"

"Same deal as the other night," she says. "It's just sex. I like the feeling I get, I like having a story to tell you, I like how you feel when I tell you the story, and I like the idea of stringing him along to get all of those things and coming back to you. I just want to make that clear."

"I know," I say. "I believe you. I am just still worried about this whole challenge thing you think he has going on. I'm just afraid he might escalate things in the moment that you may not want to say no to because, well it's in the moment."

Alyssa looks at me for a moment. "Cory, I'm not sure how to say this but, I think I want him to escalate things."

I raise my eyebrows, "What do you mean?".

"Well, if he's escalating things, or pushing boundaries, or whatever, I think that means he's doing everything to steal me from you and keep me there with him. And that's really hot. Since I know I won't get stolen, I get to feel absolutely lusted after, I get to use him, and I get to leave."

"Hmm, okay," I say apprehensively, "I think I hear what you're saying. So, what are these escalations you think he might do?".

Alyssa looks up to the ceiling for a second and returns her gaze to me. "Well, I can think of one thing."

I can think of two things. Jake fucking her raw and Jake letting his roommates have a turn.

"But," she starts up again, "I think I'm going to keep that thought to myself before my best friend down there gets more anxious," she says as she points to my crotch.

I look down and see the erect outline of my cock lined down the left side of my thigh. I laugh. "Okay, so you want to go do this with him tonight?"

"I do." A small, playful smile touches her mouth before she gets serious again, "And I'll gauge his reactions and feelings tonight. If it feels like he's actually starting to develop feelings, I break it off, just like I promised."

"Clean split," I say, nodding. "Good."

She gives me a quick peck on the cheek and picks her phone back up. I lean against the counter next to her.

Alyssa: i'm with cory rn, he's about to go to bed tho

I look down at her screen, then up at her face. "I am?"

"What?" A small, wicked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth lighting her eyes with mischief. "Again, I want to make him think I'm actually sneaking around. I think it adds to the whole thing if he thinks he's getting away with something. Plus, it helps give me a clear idea of if he is actually catching feelings or not."

She leans across the counter and plants a lingering kiss on my lips. Her phone buzzes against the counter.

Jake: ok. i'll come to you. we can just hang out in my car

Alyssa reads the screen and her teasing energy vanishes instantly. She looks up at me and I can see the serious look on her face.

"You still sure about this?" she asks softly. "Say the word and I'll shut it down."

My heart knocks hard against my ribs. The idea that he's driving here and will have her in the front seat of his car does something to me. I want her to go through with him. I want to float in this state of jealousy, anticipation, and arousal.

I swallow against the dryness in my throat and nod.

"Yeah," I say, meeting her eyes. "I'm sure. Go ahead."

Alyssa searches my face for one last second to verify I mean it and types her response with her address to Jake.

Alyssa hops up onto the counter and swings her bare legs forwards and backwards. In sync, I'm taking restless steps across the kitchen before she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me in between her legs.

"You're pacing," she murmurs.

"Just a little anxious."

"About what?"

"About what he is going to do to you," I say, resting my hands on her bare thighs. "And how horny it makes me."

Alyssa's eyes darken. "You think he might fuck me this time? That he might have me screaming his name and creaming on his cock in the backseat of his car?"

"Yes," I say and lean in to kiss her.

She presses a firm kiss to my lips and gives me a bit of tongue. Before it goes any further, her phone buzzes hard against the counter behind her.

Jake: here

Alyssa checks the screen, slides off the counter, and walks into her bedroom. I follow her in and she immediately strips down to her underwear. She takes her bra off and puts on an oversized t-shirt that covers her panties. She's dressed for easy access. She wants to get fucked. Alyssa takes one look in the mirror and one last steady look at me to confirm that we're on the same page.

"Go have fun babe," I say.

"Be back soon," she responds. "Don't go anywhere."

"I'm right here," I say.

She slips out the front door and leaves me alone in the quiet apartment.

________________________________________________________________

Twenty minutes pass like an hour. I check out the window to see if I can see any noticeable difference in Jake's car but it's gone.

Then I hear the front door open followed by her footsteps in the hallway. She enters the bedroom and closes the door behind her. The tension between us could be cut with a butter knife. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, just far enough to show me that she's no longer wearing her panties from earlier. I'm fixated on her pussy.

She crosses the room and pushes me back onto the bed to straddle me. I can feel the heat from her bare slit on my groin.

"Missed you," she says as she frees my cock and slides herself on it.

I feel the difference the second she sinks down. How easy it was to slide in. How warm it feels. How wet she is. It's hypnotic. Jake. It was Jake inside her. I grab her waist and work my cock upwards into her.

She matches my rhythm and rocks her hips back down. I take a closer look at her now and see how flushed her cheeks and neck are. She's still carrying him with her.

"Fuck," I exhale out. She smiles down at me. I can't handle it anymore.

I move her waist to help her ride me faster and more intensely. I loosen my grip to let her get used to the pace I set and once she does, I dig my hands into her hips and thrust up into her. It takes a few strokes before I finish inside of her.

She stares down at me and smiles before laying down on my chest. She does her best to keep my spent cock inside of her but it falls out as it softens.

"So," I say coursely. "Tell me everything."

She lifts her head just enough to look at me. "Everything? You sure about that?" she teases.

"Yeah. I'm sure."

She shifts her bottom up a bit and straddles my abs. I can feel my cum dripping out onto my stomach. She puts her hands on my chest to keep herself balanced.

"Okay," she says, settling on top of me. "We started in the front seat."

I nod and she takes that as permission to continue.

"There was no talking this time. Basically, as soon as I got in the car, he leaned over and started kissing me. He kissed my neck first for a while and then I kissed him back. His mouth, his jaw, down his neck. And then he leaned back in his seat and adjusted it to give himself, or myself, some more room. And he told me to give him head."

"And you did?"

"Yeah. I leaned over, undid his jeans, and went down on him right there in the driver's seat. He had his hand on the back of my head the whole time, telling me to go slower, use more tongue, look up at him."

"How long?"

"Maybe five minutes? Then he told me to climb over and ride him."

I swallow. "In the front seat?"

"That was the plan. I climbed over the console, straddled him, and started grinding on him through my panties."

My breath hitches but I don't interrupt.

"I could feel myself getting wet almost immediately," she continues.

She shifts her body down to rest on top of my cock. "So I kept grinding on him and after a minute or so, he reached down and slid my panties to the side. I didn't stop him. I just kept moving, and I could feel how wet I was, how slick, coating his dick while I rocked against him".

With each point of her story, she grinds on my stiffening dick.

My throat tightens. "And then?"

"And then he tried to fuck me. Just pushed up, like he was going to do it without asking."

"What did you do?"

"I stopped him. Told him if we're having sex, he's wearing a condom."

"Did he try to do it again?"

She grins a little. "Yeah, like three more times maybe? Every time I stopped him, I felt sexier. More in control. Like he wanted me so badly he couldn't help himself, but I wasn't going to let him have me until he did what I said."

I swallow hard and tighten my grip on her hip. My dick is really coming back to life. "You liked that."

"I loved it," she says simply. "I almost gave in once, just to feel what it would be like, but I knew better."

"And then?"

"And then he tried one more time, and I lifted all the way off and said, 'Condom, or I'm leaving.'" She pauses to watch my face. "He finally gave up. Said he had some in his bag in the back seat. So we moved back there. I climbed over first, and he followed."

She stops and allows me to process it all so far.

"Keep going," I say.

She nods. "Okay. So we're in the back seat and he wants more head first. He sits in the center seat, legs spread, and I'm on my knees on one of the side seats leaning over his leg."

I can picture exactly how she was.

"I go back down on him for a minute or so and I feel him lean his torso forward and reach out for something. I try to turn to see what he's doing but he grabs my head and keeps it still. He releases my head and I hear him grab his bag."

"What was he doing?"

"Getting a condom." She winks at me. "And then he asks me, 'Have you ever put one on with your mouth?'"

"Have you?"

"Nope, but first time for everything." She shifts against me. "So he showed me how. Held the condom up, told me to take it between my lips and guided me down onto him while I rolled it on with my mouth."

"Jesus," I say quietly.

"It was hot," she admits. "The way he kept his hand on the back of my head the whole time to control the pace. The whole time I'm thinking that this is about to go inside me next."

"And then you finally had sex?".

"And then I climbed on top of him. Lined him up and slid down his long dick. And he immediately adjusts me. Puts his hands on my hips and changes the angle, slows me down, moves me exactly how he wants."

I'm wordless but my hands and dick are shouting so Alyssa takes that as her cue to continue.

"He's longer than you," she says quietly. "Not as thick, but longer. And when he was thrusting up into me, he kept hitting too deep. It hurt a little but it also felt really good. I think with enough practice I could take it all but right now it was too much so I made him stop going all the way in and fuck me shallower. He listened but I could tell he wasn't fond of me telling him what to do and that turned me on even more."

"What did it feel like?" I ask. "Compared to me?"

She shifts closer and caresses my chest. "Different. You fill me up more. He just goes deeper. With you, it feels like you're just always there, always present, hitting every space inside of me. With Jake, he doesn't fill up space but just goes deeper than I thought was possible and honestly, it is a little intense. I do prefer how you feel but his length hit some spots I didn't know I had."

My cock twitches at that and I am fully erect again.

"Yeah? Do you want to fuck him again?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says, and she can fully feel how hard I am. She smiles, knowing exactly what her words are doing to me. "You ready to hear the rest?"

I nod.

"We fucked like that for a little bit. He had both hands locked on my hips and controlling me the entire time and my orgasm just snuck up on me. I was so loud because I felt so sexy doing this."

"And then?"

"And then he finished maybe a minute later. Pulled me down hard on him, groaned into my neck while he finished and that was it."

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand. Once, then twice, then three more times in quick succession.

She stops and reaches for it, her eyebrows going up as she reads the screen. Her expression shows her surprise.

"Oh," she says quietly. "He sent a video,"

My stomach tightens. "A video... of what?".

She's already looking at me, "Of just now."

I sit up a little to ask her, "Did you know he was recording?"

She thinks for a second, "No, I had no idea. I'm a little pissed off that he did but I'm also really curious what he got, if that makes sense?"

The fact that he filmed without asking is definitely an escalation we talked about earlier. "I mean, I'm also curious but it is kinda fucked up that he didn't tell you about it."

She's quiet for a second, her jaw tight, and then lightbulb goes off in her eyes.. "Babe, he's making a note of this moment. He's recording things because he wants evidence to show you that I'm 'cheating' on you!". Alyssa laughs. "Let's watch it so you can fuck my brains out after."

I smile at her and nod towards her phone.

She opens the video and lays down next to me so we can both see the screen. "Okay," she says quietly. "Here we go." She presses play.

The video opens with a shaky view of the back seat. It's clear the phone is propped against something on the center console, his bag maybe? The angle is low and slightly off-center but it captures everything as Alyssa said. Jake is sitting in the middle seat, legs spread, pants down his ankles with Alyssa kneeling on the seat beside him taking him in her mouth.

"Alright," Jake says, his voice clear through the phone's speaker. "Put it on."

He's holding a condom out to her and Alyssa takes it without hesitation. She tears the wrapper open and puts it in her mouth before sliding it down Jake's cock. He moans at this.

"Good girl," Jake says.

Alyssa shifts, climbing over him, and the camera angle is now catching her from the back as she blocks most of Jake from the camera view. The only thing we can see now is her back, her ass, and her pussy sliding down Jake's dick.

Jake's hands are already on her hips guiding her rhythm. She starts moving the way she moves on me with slow, deliberate strokes, trying to find her angle, but he adjusts her within seconds.

"There you go," he says. "Just like that."

Alyssa doesn't resist. She lets him control her and braces her hands on his shoulders. I can see the moment she gives in to the rhythm he's setting. Her moans tell me she's enjoying it.

The camera angle shows everything: Jake's dick sliding in and out of her, the way her body takes him, and how much of his length is still visible even when she's fully seated on him. Jake thrusts up into her, harder than before, and Alyssa gasps. The sound is sharp, almost pained, and she immediately puts a hand on his chest.

"Not so deep," she says, her voice breathless. "You're hitting too hard".

Jake grins, slowing but not stopping. "Yeah?".

"Yeah. Ease up".

He does and adjusts his angle. He keeps one hand locked on her hip and uses the other to pull her down for a kiss. I can hear Alyssa kissing him back while she's still moving her body in the rhythm Jake set. It makes me realize she's more into this than she made it sound when she was telling me about it.

My dick twitches and brushes up against her calf. She notices and reaches her hand down to caress it while we continue watching the video.

Jake is getting more aggressive now by pulling her down harder with each thrust. Alyssa moans louder as her head tips back. She tries to take over the pace but Jake wraps his arms around her and tries again to make Alyssa take his full length. He succeeds this time.

Alyssa gasps sharply and her hands fly to his chest, bracing against him, trying to push herself up and away from the depth. "Wait, Jake, that's--"

He eases off immediately and stills his hips but keeps his hands locked on her waist. "Too much?"

"Yeah," her voice strained. "Go back to how you were."

"No. You want all of it" he states it, it's not a question. "Say yes."

Alyssa's answer comes out half-moan, half-word. "Yes, fuck, yes--"

He drives up into her with his full length pistoning inside her. Every stroke up she moans loudly and she keeps her body there to accept his length. Jake's grip around her waist tightens and adjusts his leg to give himself more power thrusting into her. Alyssa breaks.

Her orgasm is signaled with a hearty, unrestrained moan, her whole body shuddering on screen. Jake doesn't stop while she's cumming. He keeps thrusting up into her, maintaining the same deep rhythm she just agreed to, riding out her orgasm while she grips his shoulders and takes all of him. The sound of her losing control like that makes my chest feel tight and my dick throb against Alyssa's hand.

Beside me, Alyssa's breathing has changed. Her hand is still on me, stroking me slowly but her eyes are locked on the screen. "I didn't realize I was that loud," she murmurs, her voice a little unsteady.

Jake's rhythm continues to get rougher and more erratic. He pulls her down hard onto him one last time, groaning into her neck and then he goes still. Alyssa's body relaxes against him, her head dropping forward, and for a few seconds they just stay like that, breathing hard. Jake quickly reaches for his phone and the video cuts off.

I look over and see Alyssa's flushed face and realize the video affected her more than she expected.

"Come here," she says quietly and pulls my face to her lips.

She kisses me before I do anything. A slow, sloppy kiss. Her hand comes up to the side of my face and her thumb brushes along my jaw.

She kisses me again, sticking her tongue in my mouth and wrapping it around mine. Her hands slide down my chest and back onto my cock. I'm still rock hard from the entire situation tonight and she grips me at my base.

She straddles me with her bare thighs settling over my hips. She leans forward and brings her lips to my ear. It sends a tingle down the left side of my body.

"I want you again," she whispers.

She reaches down between us and wraps her hand around my cock and lines me up to her entrance. In one smooth motion, she drops her hips down and I'm buried inside her.

"God," she breathes. "You feel so good."

She's wetter than before. She was already slick with everything that's already happened tonight but this video has added more to it.

She moves slowly and sensually at first with her hands braced on my chest to control her movements. I watch her face and see the way her eyes are closed, the way her mouth is slightly agape and realize this is how she likes to fuck me. I want to fuck her like Jake did.

"Faster," I say and I tighten my grip on her hips and push her down.

She obeys and rocks her hips with more speed than she normally would. I adjust her angle slightly so her hips are sliding front to back, the same way Jake did. When I meet her eyes I can tell she knows exactly who's moving her. Jake did and now I am. She smiles and lets herself go. She moans like she did in the video and she picks up her pace to go as fast as she can. She can't keep going like this. I see her mouth twitch and hang open. Her moans turn into a low growl. Her eyes roll to the back of her head before she closes them. I can feel her tightening around my dick as her breath hitches with every motion of her hips.

"Cory," she gasps.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down into me. Her face is buried in my neck and I take over now. I drive up into her with force and my full length, just like Jake did. Her moans echo into my ear before they turn into voiceless sounds. I can tell she's close and I want to feel her come apart on top of me again.

"I'm right here baby. I'm right here. I got you. Just let go," I say against her ear. "I want to feel it."

Right on cue, her body tenses up in waves and she digs her nails into my shoulders as she lets out a cry. I fuck her through her orgasm and as her body starts to relax I feel mine tense up. I feel my orgasm roll through my body and I bury myself all the way in before I feel my dick pulse twice. I plant kisses over her cheek, jaw and neck as her body drapes over mine. We share one final, passionate kiss before I lift her ass up to pull out. My cum is leaking out from her and is mixed with her wetness from the entire night. She's still open and glistening, marked by Jake and I in a way that sends another signal to my dick but it's too drained to respond. I look up into her eyes and she smiles at me.

"I love you," she proclaims.

"I love you too."

Alyssa gently kisses me once more and settles in against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and she drapes her leg over my thighs. I hold her there and trace slow circles on her back with my fingers while she leaves trails of kisses on my chest. kisses me once more, gentle this time, and then settles against my chest.

"Thank you," I finally say. "For telling me everything."

"Thank you for listening." She leans up to kiss my jaw. "For trusting me."

"I think... I think I want you to do this more," I say. "I don't think it necessarily has to be with Jake but I think it helps that there's already some consistency there."

"Are you sure?" she asks and looks into my eyes for any signs of hesitation.

"I'm sure. This was scary at first, yes, but really exciting and I feel... closer to you now, if that makes sense?" I say.

She smiles and speaks back into my chest, "Yes, that makes sense."

I tighten my arms around her and focus on the warmth of her skin, the steady rhythm of her breathing and realize she's falling asleep. I plant a kiss on the crown of her head and close my eyes.