This story is high up on the Implausibility Scale. If you want realism then this isn't for you. The first part of this series was the set-up. Part 2 was when they got together.
This is the rest of the story.
Chapter Three: Taking the show on the road.
So there I was, packing the van to head off to university. Summer was coming to an end, and Moe and I were heading off to school together. Yeah, together. The prior two months had been the most amazing time of my life. Maureen was my girlfriend, my lover, my new best friend. She had been my nemesis for so long, until a mutual friend managed to bring us together at a party and get us to realize we were crushing on each other.
My reaction to her had always been to clam up and my shyness made me try to be practically invisible. Her reaction was different, She tried to get me to notice her. But despite being a very pretty girl, she was also a rough tough athlete, and she was a little emotionally broken, so her typical behavior was to attack me in lots of little ways in order to gain the attention she craved. She became my nemesis. Four years of this, and we could never connect, until her friend Ruth-Ann forced the issue.
Once we realized we were crushing on each other, we crashed together in a frenzy of sexual energy. Together we learned about sex, and about love, and about mutual dependence. Our relationship began as a physical thing. Four years of suppressed desire pretty much made our libidos explode. Once we got that out of our systems we made an emotional connection. A lot of that was due to simply spending time together. Spending nights together.
Surprisingly, mind boggling even, my parents didn't care if Maureen slept over, so she did. A lot. The only caveat was 'quiet after eleven'. When her parents complained that she seemed to be living at my house, Moe told them that she'd be home more often if I could stay over too. They weren't happy with that answer, but finally relented and said I could stay. But no sex under their roof. That was a downer but not a deal breaker. The first few times I stayed at Maureen's house I had to sleep in the guest room. Of course she snuck in and crawled into bed with me, which scandalized her parents the next morning. Once they extracted a promise of 'no sex here' we were allowed to sleep in the same bed. That worked fine, because when Maureen got horny, we'd just go to my house.
Our emotional connection really settled in when Moe had her first period after we got together. That meant no sex for a week. But it also meant more time just cuddling and being together. And talking. Really getting to know each other. When her cramps were making her miserable I comforted her, held her, soothed her as best I could. Me just being there for her really did something to Maureen, and to us, as a couple. A bond I guess.
We hung out a lot with her friends, the Spice Rack as I called them in my head. At first they were kinda weirded out by us being together. My friends, a typical bunch of nerds, were totally freaked out. My best friend Myron was angry at me for some reason, like he wanted to punch me out. I had no idea what that was about, but he got over it, especially when Moe and I invited him to a few parties over the summer. Parties with lots of girls, and Moe made sure Myron was not ignored by the girls. I remembered how terrified and stoked I was the first time I went out with Maureen after graduation, and I think Myron got a taste of that at those parties.
And then summer was over. Maureen and I were heading off to school. Since we were going to the same university my folks offered to drive us. We had the minivan, so there was lots of room for our stuff. The dorms were furnished, so we really didn't need all that much anyways.
The excitement of heading off on this new stage of our lives made Moe frantic in bed every chance we got. That last week before we left she fucked the living hell out of me. And since she was so much stronger than me, she could take what she wanted. Not that I would ever complain about any of that, hell no. Moe's pussy tasted so good, and having her grinding and cumming on top of me was such an experience that I wanted it as much as she did.
On the drive to Waterloo my Mom gave us 'The Lecture'. We were a couple, they understood that, but we were there to study, not party. Rule number one was make damn sure Maureen did not get pregnant. Rule number two was no fooling around until both of us had all our work and studying done. Rule number three was to be there for each other, no fighting, no arguments. If there was anything wrong, talk it out. And if that failed, call home and get help. It was like they believed we were not just a couple for now, but a couple forever. I think my parents loved Moe almost as much as they loved me.
Moving in was tedious. Despite all the online stuff done ahead of time there were still lineups and processing. Standing in line for registration, standing in line to get room keys, standing in line for photo-id. Then meeting the Dons, finding our rooms, and so on. All that stuff took hours. Then we had to drag our belongings up to our rooms and unpack. I was on the second floor on one building and Maureen was on the third floor across the quad. So not very close, but really not very far. We said goodbye to my folks, who gave Moe the same kind of big hugs they gave me.
Moe's roommate Sandy was moving in at the same time, so I got to meet her when I helped Moe unpack. Sandy seemed okay, a bit of a nerd like me, and not like Maureen at all. We went to my room to unpack my stuff and found that my roommate had not shown up yet. It looked like we might be able to spend our first night together in my room. With no one else there we could mess around, which was awesome, because neither of us was happy about sleeping together with someone else in the room, let alone having sex. And this might be our last night together in who knows how long.
Moe helped me unpack, then went back to grab her things. By then it was dinner time, so we headed off to the dining hall. Moe brought Sandy and a couple of other girls from her floor, and we collected a few guys from my floor, so we had a small group going down for dinner. The guys were all trying to flirt with the girls, and when they started chatting up Moe I got a bit agitated. But Maureen made it abundantly clear that I was her man, and anyone who tried to get between us was gonna get his nuts ripped off and used as golf balls. That shut them down, because Moe was quite, um, formidable when she was angry.
