When Matt and I broke up for the third and final time, I also had to stop seeing Ro. Matt didn't know anything about Ro and me, and at that point, frankly, I was afraid of what might happen. At the end of our relationship, Matt was so wrapped up in his emotions he became almost impossible to be around. I'll spare you the particular scenes, but he had pendulous mood swings and we fought almost every time we were together. I was convinced that if he found out about Ro, he'd be pushed over some edge and might hurt himself, in addition to certainly retaliating against Ro in some way.
It's probably not rational, but I remember feeling about as much dread *for* Ro if Matt were to find out, like he might kick him out of the house or something. But it seemed as safe a secret as it was with me, because if there's anything Ro could be counted on, it was that he could keep his mouth shut. And so, in stark contrast to Matt, my relationship with Ro was relatively harmonious and gave me much of what I wanted. Ironically, where it was sorely lacking was in the emotions and communications areas, and so it was surprisingly easy to let go of him when the cost of seeing him was raised a bit. And did Ro call or text even one time after I broke up with Matt and told him why I couldn't see him anymore? It must've been like I turned into a puff of smoke in his mind. Fucker.
Good dick is a strong...very strong motivator in my life, more now than then, but I became conscious of the fact at that age, finding it wouldn't be difficult at all. Let me qualify that: it's not like I had to actively put the lines out and seek men, because based on my age and looks, I got hit on and cat-called ALL the goddamn time. All these cis men had penises attached to them, but most of the time, it wasn't until it was fairly late in the game and a girl was fairly invested in the...enterprise, that one found out if, in fact, those men brought the goods. They often, very often, did not.
I mentioned in the last chapter having been with two more guys while I was still kind of, technically, "with" Matt (we never really defined our relationship; remember what it was like to be a 19-year-old moron?). They were both one-night stands off of a dating site, where I thought I did an okay job of weeding out duds and freaks (MORON!). They were fine during the date, so I let them escalate it as far as they wanted—all the way to PIV sex—and they were so mediocre they're not even worth recalling here. Before there was a term for it, I ghosted the motherfuckers.
In both cases, I happened to be able to meet Ro for some alone time the next day, and dear God what a difference. Not only that big, meaty cock but the savagery of him, the instinct! He didn't know if I was letting other men fuck me and didn't care; if Matt wasn't around, he'd just grab me and grope me, but selfishly, just getting me wet enough to bend over and fuck. The most common occurrence was to sneak me in when he was sure Matt was in his room for the night. There was almost always music blaring from each room, but even so, I stayed quiet during these sessions and was quick to get out, never using the bathroom. Other times, it was like our first encounter where I showed up ostensibly to see Matt but was early, giving us a chance to bang one out before he came home.
It was absurdly risky because Matt's schedule wasn't *that* predictable: what if one day he decided to skip his afternoon class? What if his band practice ended early? What if he called me when I was in Ro's room and I'd forgotten to put my phone on silent?
Still, for the month or so that the affair lasted, we managed to avoid Matt's detection. But every one of our encounters was a whole MI-6 operation.
We had one very close call where I did something that, back then, made me really disgusted with myself. Ro texted me on a Sunday evening and asked what I was doing. I saw where he was going with it; Matt had band practice and the other housemates often had work that night. I agreed to come over later. I parked two blocks over so Matt wouldn't spot my car. I wore a bulky hoodie and jeans, so as to be unrecognizable walking down the street in the dark. I also put on my glasses instead of wearing my contacts, which Matt rarely saw. And of course, no perfume, not even lotion, so he wouldn't smell me.
The house was totally dark except for a sliver of light coming from Ro's bedroom window. He knew I was coming and opened the door as I was coming up the walkway. It was totally dark when I stepped inside, except for a light coming from the hallway where his bedroom door was open. We dashed over to his bedroom.
While he put on some metal music for an added measure of sound padding, I took off my shoes and shed the hoodie and jeans. Once left with my t-shirt, bra, and panties, I got on his bed and reclined facing him, trying to look seductive. He turned around and smiled, clearly loving my forwardness. He was only wearing black basketball shorts and a black t-shirt; the bulge that formed was instant, and I felt it poke me as soon as he joined me on the bed and started kissing me, feeling me up.
We weren't at it for more than a minute before I just reached through his waistband to grab it; it was already full erect. I really adored this animal quality of Ro, who seemed to need nothing other than my body to be so turned on that he would fuck me well (very responsive to my mood), and for a long time (on the occasions we had time).
As I stroked him he pulled up my shirt and released a tit from one of the bra cups so he could latch on. His other hand stroked my hip and the outside of my thigh, trying to get a good pinch of my ass. We always tried hard not to moan for fear of ever being heard by someone, but could get signals from each other from our labored breathing. I made a sound to indicate he bit on the nipple too hard, and he responded beautifully by moving to only lips.
I felt he wasn't naked enough and moved my hands to start tugging at his shirt. He took the hint and got undressed while I took the time to unclasp my bra. He was nude when he threw it aside and pushed my tits together to do his usual thing that I kind of hated, which was to lick and rub his lips over the flesh of my tits. I hated it only when he had stubble, but he must have shaved that day because it was actually really nice. In general, he smelled really good; he probably showered and put on deodorant right before I arrived. I giggled a little while he played with my boobs as I felt his erection rubbing on my knee and getting a little precum on it.
Once he had his fun with the girls, he reached down to get my panties off and I lifted my butt to help. He then got on top to kiss me and was clearly ready to go; I felt the tip of his penis on my vulva, he was already making little thrusts, trying to find her. I reached down to help him find the way, tugging and pushing his foreskin before aiming him right where he needed to be. And he pushed the tip in.
He started so gently, even though he didn't need to anymore; my lady had gotten very used to his size and by now eagerly accommodated him even when he was a brute. I wrapped my hands around his neck and felt the closely-cropped hair on the back of his head as we kissed and thrusted. His panting got a little more intense as he put some more urgency into his movement. I held onto his hard arms that were supporting his weight like stone columns while I tried to move my body to have him spend a little longer grinding on my clitoris. He then started grunting, which meant either this would be over soon, or that we would change positions.
"Turn around," he whispered into my ear, and with a quick jerk, he dismounted and sat on his knees. I groaned, and took my time complying, because goddamnit, I was enjoying that! Still, doggy would be fun too. I turned around and got into a plank, spreading my legs to get to the right height for Ro to enter me. He slid in very easily and started immediately on a moderate rhythm that had my asscheeks bouncing against his pelvis. It actually hurt a little. While I'd never get to orgasm in this position, I loved how it made me feel—namely, like the sluttiest bitch who ever lived. Ro wanted to smack me, but being so careful about noise and leaving marks, his usual thing was to squeeze my cheeks hard, which was actually a pretty nice massage for my glutes while I got fucked with his big tool.
I zoned out in that position for what felt like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes. Then I heard my phone buzz on the nightstand, indicating a new text. I could see from where I was getting fucked that it was from Matt. "Shit!" I reached over and grabbed it. I opened it and saw:
"Wanna come over tonight?"
