Dear Reader, to best enjoy this true story, you should read my previous 3 stories for a full appreciation of our whole picture! You need to read the whole thread here to make sense! My previous three stories follow sequentially and are best read in order.
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With drippy Dom behind us, in our Third Year at Bristol, Kate and I were still enjoying a typical student relationship and looking more "on" than "off". But still, I guess, our immaturity flashed through the settled domesticity and by second term after Christmas we had split (rugby commitments and too much lad time never helped) and were going through a just friends stage. Kate seemed to be making a point and actually neither of us dated anyone else as we were also trying to study for final exams.
I suppose that celibacy started to wear and gave rise to our sexiest night to that point, building on my conflicting emotional approach to jealousy around competing admirers. I loved that other men wanted to be with Kate, and I thrilled to staking my claim with her. But at the same time, like with Dom, her part second year boyfriend, I was excruciatingly jealous of their relationship: it gave real piquancy to my feelings for Kate. She explains even now that she just wanted to be treated right, and was also so sensuously affected by her youthful hormones: she loved boys and just liked being with them, if not quite sleeping with them (all).
Anyway, during the previous year, Kate had been up seeing me at home in Surrey and we had got to know my group of school mates including one of my best mate's, Allan, a high achieving student with a bit of a booze problem and a big woman problem. He was a shagger of note!
We all got on as a gang that summer, but what I didn't realise was that Allan had set his sights on Kate. Allan and I had been school together and he was very sporty and successful, intending a career in corporate law. He had a succession of girlfriends at school and notably got laid in our final year much to our impressed admiration.
That summer was trips to the beach, nights in the pub and clubbing in nearby Guildford. Allan was always attentive to Kate who as always liked boys and their company and may have given Allan the impression that she was open to his advances by mistake. Kate is the kind of woman who will come and sit on your knee to talk to you but it doesn't mean she wants to fuck you: she can be careless and a bit naive about her body language and actually still is even in her 50's.
Anyway, at some point that summer, while we were all merry at a barbecue by the river, and dripping wet from swimming, he tried to snog her after a slow dance and she parried his advances. I was no aware of his attempted snog, but Kate told me all back at my house in bed. She was randy as hell and I reflected that a) Allan's ham fisted seduction had turned her on and b) her being turned on, turned me on. That night she fucked me hard and I reflected on that classic Tom Jones line: You pump the tires, but I ride the bike!
It was therefore, interesting when Kate and I were on a relationship break that Allan invited us down for a night out in Bath where he was at university.
She and I scooted down in her Golf and I hoped that with a few drinks, I could get our relationship back on track....at least in the bedroom.
When we got to Allan's gaff, a large top floor student flat in the centre of town near the station, Allan was all hugs and kisses to Kate and his usual best mate's routine with me. I was, of course, suspicious and on guard but enjoyed the jealous frisson of seeing them embrace.
His two flat mates were there and I spotted them giving each other knowing looks when we were introduced. "Oh, you're THAT Kate" they said in so many words and appraised Kate in all her sporty, blond perkiness. I wondered if they gave me pitying looks as the unprepared victim but I this added to my competitive desire to hold on to Kate and her delicious ass!
They had cooked us the usual big pasta meal and his mates' girlfriends came over to join the party and to meet "The Kate" which still struck me as a bit much considering they had only met once that summer before. Allan later confessed he had become obsessed by Kate and kept boring his mates about her and his feelings....while nonetheless banging a succession of other girls at university!
I was corralled by the two girls in chat while Allan at the other end of the table fully engaged with Kate in what was clearly a very funny conversation. As they laughed and the wine went down, Kate suddenly started twiddling her hair and focusing on Allan. Uh oh, I thought somewhat sulkily, she is now really getting into this guy. I was clearly being distracted by his mates running interference and trying to give Allan more time with Kate on their own and this carried on as we left the flat and went to a student club/ pub to carry on the night.
We danced all evening and integrated with Allan's mates who plied us with drinks and joked about how well Allan and Kate got on. She did check in with me, however, which clearly irked Allan and she did dance with Allan and I equally, a taster of what was to come as it turns out! The drinks did not dull jealousy but I just found myself more and more aroused each time they danced, so tightly their crotches seemed attached to each other. Kate was so turned on I sensed the dampness steaming from her gusset. When we danced, her eyes had that drunken lust look that told me she was very turned on.
It was the end of the night and the lights were now on, everyone has started to leave.
