Author's Note
The is a true story based entirely on my experiences over this past summer but everyone's names have been changed.
Thank you all for showing such amazing support for my first story. Hope you continue to enjoy the stories I write. :)
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Jeff left the next morning after we showered together and he thanked me for an amazing night. I was all too happy to let him stay over. I realized what a good guy he was and how sweet they usually tend to be so it was worth letting him spend the night.
I decided to send my boyfriend a rather cryptic message in response to an IM I got from him in the morning. I could have kicked and screamed in frustration about his decision for us to take a break but instead, I decided to make the best of it. I had a strong feeling that it would make him nervous and I was in the mood for making that motherfucker squirm.
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Kody
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Hey baby, I'm sorry I sprung the news on you like that. Hope you're not still mad at me.
Jenny
:
You know, after thinking about it, maybe this summer break was a good idea after all, sweetie. ;)
Kody
:
Hey...I'm glad you're okay with it, babe!
Jenny
:
Me too! It'll be a lot of fun. :)
Kody
:
Well...it's not like we're gonna see other people, right? It's just so we have some freedom to hangout with friends and stuff. We're okay, right?
Jenny
:
Of course :)
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I obviously lied but why should I be blindly faithful to someone who was obviously cheating on me? Hangout with friends? What the fuck did that even mean? I wasn't going to be video chatting with him 24 hours a day.
Anyway, to my good fortune, my roommate still wasn't home which was fine by me as I enjoyed the privacy. She seemed nice enough when I contacted her initially so I was looking forward to seeing her.
I was giggling a little to myself at how naughty I had been and let Jeff fuck me yesterday. To be honest though, I was horny again today and I didn't want to look desperate calling Jeff back so soon. I was also really hungry and it was lunch time so I ordered some food.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door and saw a stereotypical frat boy with boy-ish good looks, wearing a ball cap backwards and dressed in a red polo and plaid shorts holding a pizza box and a bottle of water. He was 18 but looked younger and not to mention, really fit; not huge but pretty lean. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, stood at around 5'10" and looked like he weighed about a buck seventy five. My slut senses told me he'd probably have a big dick and it's not often you have a decent looking delivery boy so I improvised.