"Yeah," Mark said to his friend David, "I get what're saying. You think she used to ride the cock carousel, right? That she was a college slut, going to parties, getting drunk and being used by the frat. Like Amy, remember? Oh, god. She was a total slut. She jerked my cock in class one time with her boyfriend next to her. I still don't know how he didn't see what she was doing." He laughed at the memory. "Oh, good times."
Mark and his friend David were at a house party. David's girlfriend, Jennifer, was a few feet away talking with her friends. She was a very attractive woman. She had a tight ass and big tits, Mark could tell. No wonder his friend was worried about her. That type of woman is always a slut, he thought.
He looked shocked. "No, no, no... it's nothing like that... I hope so..." he said. "It's just that an attractive woman like her... I don't know. I mean... I'm not ugly. But I'm not attractive, I know that. I don't have women throwing themselves to me. I mean, look at me," he said and Mark understood perfectly well what he meant.
David was average. Average height, average body, neither fat nor skinny. He was forgettable. And he certainly wasn't big down there. Mark, on the other hand, was a stud. He was tall, had an athletic build due to his years at the gym and a seductive smile. And that's without mentioning his package. His eight inches cock. He was confident. He knew he was attractive and women knew it too. It wasn't hard for him to get laid. He had a constant number of women ready to be fucked a phone call away. Women were attracted to him.
They were both looking at her as she was talking to her friends. Jennifer noticed their looks and decided to go back to his boyfriend.
"Wow," Mark said as she came over them, gazing at her tits. "You're really hot."
A shocked expression across her face told him that she wasn't pleased by the compliment. She turned to face his boyfriend expecting him to defend her. Instead, his boyfriend laughed.
"Excuse me?" she said. "Who are you?"
"I'm Mark," he said and went for a hug. He put his arms around her back and pulled her body to his, feeling her tits with his chest. She didn't hug him back.
"I know him from the gym," her boyfriend said. "I told you about him."
"No, you didn't."
"Yeah, you know..." he said, "yesterday."
Oh, that guy! she thought. Now she remembered. His boyfriend had told her last night as he came back from the gym how there was a guy at the showers that was hung like a donkey; he was really big he told her. He'd said it as if he was impressed that someone could be that big. He'd laughed as he said that, talking about how this guy had told him that girls were scared of his size. She hadn't laughed as she didn't find it funny. His boyfriend didn't tell her the hung guy was his friend.
"Dude, how did you end up with someone like that?" he asked David. "She's way out of your league."
Was he complimenting her or dissing his boyfriend? She felt confused. She knew she was attractive. And she was aware that his boyfriend was not a looker. He wasn't an outdoor type of person. He didn't go to the gym. And his eating habits left a lot to desire. But he was smart and listened to her. That's what is important in a man. So what if sex was not amazing? This is real life, not porn.
She used to date other types of men when in college. The type that never returned a phone call. The ones that prefered to hang out with their buddies getting drunk than stay with her at home watching a movie. Assholes. That type of guys.
She was way over that. She couldn't start a family with those men. Sex wasn't on her priority list anymore. No more would she compare her lover size against her girlfriend's and brag about it. No more marathon sex session fucking all night. No more getting drilled by two guys at the same time. That was the old Jennifer. The new Jennifer wanted something else. A good man who took care of her, that would cuddle her after having sex, that would make love, not fuck her like some cheap whore.
As they talked Mark kept looking at her cleavage once in a while. It seems the presence of his friend David there didn't affect him. She too wasn't worried by her boyfriend, as she look down at his friend's bulge, unable to forget his boyfriend's words about his size.
David went to the bathroom and left both his friend and girlfriend alone. The party was still on going on. Couples were getting together, kissing and touching each other. The music was loud so David got closer to Jennifer to talk to her. He put his hand on her lower back and move his head closer to hers, whispering in her ear as he kept gazing into her cleavage.
"Your tits are great, you know that?," he said.
"My boyfriend is in the bathroom, you know. He's coming back anytime soon."
"So we better hurry up, then," he said. He lower his head and kissed her. A small kiss in her lower lips. She didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. She put her hand on his chest, feeling his muscles, his hard pecs and abs. He lowered his hand slowly from her back down to her ass, groping her as if she didn't had a boyfriend. Or as he didn't care that she had.
She wanted to tell him to stop it. To treat her right. To respect the fact that she was taken but she knew that she couldn't do it. He turned her body around and put both of his hands on her hips. She didn't protest. He moved closer to her body, letting her ass feel his bulge. She kept quiet, looking ahead.
"Do you like it?" he whispered to her left ear, "Can you feel how hard I am? It's all your fault. You made me this hard." She didn't answered him.
She wanted him to take her. To ravish her. To make her his slut. The old Jennifer was coming back. It was his boyfriend's fault. He shouldn't have mention his friend's size. She wanted to see him naked, but she had a boyfriend and she knew that she couldn't. She had to resist him. To stop his game before it were too late.
"You know we can't do this, right?" she told him.
"I know..." he said. She was disappointed. He expected him to insist, to be more persistent, to lie to her, to tell her that everything would be alright, that they weren't doing anything wrong. She just wanted an excuse, any reason for letting him fuck her but he wasn't giving it to her.
His boyfriend would be back anytime soon, she realized. She has to put an end to his kissing.
"You need to stop," she said.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Well, you are stronger than me," she had to admit. "Much bigger than me. I can't stop you if you want to take advantage of me."
"Is that what you want?" He said smiling, pushing his hard cock harder against her ass. "I know you have a boyfriend. I know that you shouldn't be letting me do this. I know that you shouldn't..."
"It doesn't matter what I want. All that matters is what YOU want. I wouldn't be able to stop you if you want to take me. If you decide to take out your cock and order me to suck, I have to get down on my knees and suck you. If that's what you want, I have to do it. I can't do anything, you see. With your big muscles and strength I'm no match for you.
