Author's Note:
The story's Preface and Chapter 1 (Lifestyle Ch. 01: A Geek Beginning) describe the first person point of view and this young couple meeting in high school. That first chapter shows why they behave as they do.
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I enjoyed many great experiences with my gorgeous but sarcastic, controlling girlfriend for over two years. We started dating as seniors in high school and continued exclusively together while attending community college. Exploring the other's body and reactions taught us both a great deal about sex.
Jan's very frank attitude about everything brought me somewhat out of my geek shell of isolation. I could talk to her about anything, without the usual negative reactions I would get from others. People seemed to expect me to say only what they want to hear, and I couldn't understand what it should be. Jan seemed to have an attitude like mine that whatever she was thinking or seeing was a fact, and therefore open for discussion.
When I first asked to feel her tits, she thrust her chest out saying, "Go ahead." Even after that, she insisted I take her on our first date.
And how many women would blurt out: "I want to see your cock," on a first date? Jan did, because that's what she wanted, and it was a fact. With other people's negative reactions to her bluntness, her attitude is 'I don't care, get over it!' But I appreciated her honesty. I was growing very comfortable with her.
After earning our two-year degrees, we needed to move on to the next steps in life.
Jan's plan after community college was to find a job around home while living with her parents. She worked as a part-time waitress in our favorite diner during high school and college. So, she started working full time, saving money to have fun.
I wanted to finish a 4-year degree program in computer science. And I managed to get a full scholarship for my junior and senior years at a four-year university, located about a ten-hour drive away.
On one of our last dates that summer before I moved, Jan said, "Other than with you, I don't have any experience dating other guys."
"We've been dating for over two years, so same here. I haven't dated other girls. Are you saying we won't be dating anymore?"
"Well, if you're that far away at the university, we won't be dating each other. Now that I'm done with college, I don't intend to sit at home alone in the evenings. And I doubt you'll sit in a dorm room or apartment all the time, either. I've felt your urges when we've been together for over two years now, so don't tell me you won't be looking around!"
"I suppressed my urges and masturbated long before I met you, and I could do that again."
"The horse is out of the barn now, and I 'don't want' to suppress my urges or masturbate all the time. I'd like to see a few more cocks. Wouldn't you like to see what other women are like?"
"So, you're going to fuck other guys?"
"Don't be surprised if I do. You can fuck other women, without trying to hide it from me. It's less stressful this way."
"OK, then. We'll date others."
In our logical geeky way, we decided it's impractical to expect each other to be hermits.
It is what it is.
A Year Away
I moved to the university, and found a room to rent near the campus, sharing a cramped apartment with another guy, Eric. He gave me some pointers on campus life and showed me around. Then I settled-in to my studies and a part-time job.
Jan and I stayed in touch with letters and occasional long-distance phone calls in a sort of distant relationship, at least through most of the first semester. Then the letters became fewer and with less detail. We seemed to be drifting apart.
My college degree program required me to take a Physical Education course. I wasn't good at P.E. in high school, doing the bare minimum of exercise. Back then, I was more interested in math, science, and my Ham Radio hobby. Although I never consider limiting myself, and I never thought 'I cannot do this... whatever', like English, history, or social sciences. I merely considered such subjects unworthy of my attention. And gym class was one of those unworthy subjects.
In the first semester of my junior year at the university, I signed up for one exercise and nutrition course for my P.E. requirement. And since I didn't have an antenna tower here, I picked another low-cost hobby: weightlifting. I applied my usual geek focus toward successfully studying the effects.
The weightlifting, focus on limiting carbs, and eating more protein added over 25 pounds to my tall, previously lanky frame within the first year. And the extra 25-pounds was mostly muscle.
I mention this because I also noticed a change around me. I always selected a chair to sit alone in the cafeteria. But, during my second semester, more girls would choose to sit near me. So, I started talking to more women, and I ended up going on a few dates. I even learned where the students hung out on weekends, and occasionally talked to some of those I knew at a local bar and dance club.
After a few dates, I found a particular bar and dance club near the apartment to be my routine 'go to' place. I was sitting at the bar on a Friday evening in March, when a woman took the seat next to me.
"Hi. I'm Bev," she said.
"I'm Ted."
She's a short blonde, about five foot two, and was dressed nicely in dress slacks and loose-fitting blouse. She was wearing stiletto heels, which picked her up to a more comfortable height for me. And she seemed to be a few years older than me, I would guess at least in her late 20's.
"I've noticed you here before with others. You're sitting alone tonight?" she asked.
"I decided to get a drink and think about what to do over the weekend. I've picked up a taste for Rum & Coke."
"Do you dance?"
"Not very well."
"I'm not looking to dance, either. I'm really here to find someone to spend a few hours with. I don't want to be alone."
I was comfortable with her forward approach. "You're not alone now. I'm here. What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you'd like to head out and get a room?"
"I have an apartment nearby. But, my roommate's there, studying. That's why I came here."
"I'll pay for a motel room. I want some company for a little while. Would you join me?"
"I can't afford anything."
"I'm not asking for anything, other than a good fuck. Are you up for it?"
Bev was very direct, and I liked that about her. "OK. Let's go."
We left the club and walked across the street to the motel. Once inside the room, she quickly stripped and frantically pulled at the rest of my clothes until I was naked. I pulled a condom packet from my pocket.
