I knew what I was getting into, kinda. I mean, we had these two incredible dates. I was home for the summer between my first and second year of college. Had an okay first year – a few first week one night stands, a girlfriend for half a semester.
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But then I met Katie. She was different than anyone I’d ever met. She looked like a stacked Natalie Portman. And she had so much energy. So quick to laugh. And so sexual. She turned everything into a sex story. For some reason she liked me.
When we went back to our respective colleges she told me I could be her boyfriend but that she couldn’t be faithful to me. That she had to be able to have fun and connect with people like that.
I thought she was breaking up with me. But she told me she’d stay with me if I wanted. The only thing was, she was a hypocrite. She told me she was crazy jealous and didn’t want me to be open. “I know I’m being a princess but that’s what I want.”
I said yes. She was that cool, the sex was that good. She was telling me what to do for it to be good, but it was still good.
That year was a haze. I was always trying to picture what she was up to. We started with a “some ask, some tell” philosophy where she would mostly tell me about another guy if it actually coincided with a plan I was trying to make.
So I’d hear about what she was up to in pieces. A party she was going to with someone, a date she had coming up. She still came and visited me a lot and I went and visited her, but not as much. People were surprised she had a boyfriend.
I was not expecting to find it sexy. To want to hear more. To be encouraging her as she said she was going to a party and hoping she’d tell me. She didn’t like to be pushed, so I had to just wait for more details and be clear I wanted to hear anything she told me. I didn’t know what we were doing had a name. I wonder if she did.
When we had sex she’d tell me to pound harder, or take charge, and I couldn’t. She stopped being able to cum from my dick, just my mouth. She started to enjoy being more explicit while I was eating her out, telling me exactly how some guy had her in his dorm, how he could flip her anyway he wanted his arms were so strong, how he had some real control over his dick.
It was new but I liked all of it, the way it seemed to make her hot to say all those things, how she ended up cumming as she spoke.
Sometimes she was having me “save up” between visits with her, and then she’d jerk me off and tell me how hot it was that I came so soon, before I’d get between her legs again.
But then her parade of guys whittled down to one guy and she stopped visiting and she stopped wanting to talk about sex on the phone. I didn’t take the hint. It took them breaking up with me together at her dorm for me to hear it.
I think about Katie all the time.