Author's Note: This is a sequel of sorts to my first published story, "Just a Kiss." I tried to write it in such a way that "Just a Kiss" isn't required reading to follow the events in this story, but you're certainly welcome to read it first if you haven't. Thanks to all of you who did read it. I wasn't sure what kind of response I'd get to my first story. To say I was overwhelmed by the number of folks who read it would be an understatement. Thank you especially to those who took the time to comment on it and/or rate it. You inspired me to share the rest of the story that's always been in my head. Now for the disclaimer.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
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FRIDAY
I sat at a table in the food court section of the student union, drinking my usual cup of Dunkin', with double cream and double sugar, waiting for my girlfriend Jean to arrive. We were both seniors in college and graduation was just around the corner. Because of our schedules during this, our last semester, we didn't get the chance to see each other much during the day, so we always had breakfast every morning before classes started.
Jean almost always arrived first because, unlike me, she was always on time. I definitely didn't want to be late this morning though. Jean had texted me last night to let me know she had something important to talk to me about over breakfast. My mind immediately went to things involving Jean and her roommate and best friend Keri. So, for once, I found myself early.
It had been two weeks since Jean confessed to me over our usual breakfast that she'd had sex with Keri. How the promise of "just a kiss" and the idea of an implied hall pass had led to a full-blown lesbian experience between the two. It had been the first time with another woman for either of them, and to hear Jean tell it, it had been amazing.
After Jean had shared all the very intimate details, we clarified that the idea of Keri being Jean's "hall pass" was no longer an implied one, and that she very clearly had my permission to experiment more with Keri. As long as she shared with me the details of any future sexual encounters.
Keri was aware that Jean had told me about their night together, as well as our agreement going forward that if something else happens, it also gets shared with me. It was a little awkward the first time the three of us had gone out for pizza after things had, quite literally, gone down between the two girls. Despite the awkwardness, we all acknowledged what had happened, that we were all cool with it, and we had pretty much settled back into a normal routine.
Secretly though, I wondered how long it might be before the obvious sexual energy between the two got to a point where they couldn't help themselves again. I fully expected that Jean would soon be filling me in on all the details of another night of passionate sex with Keri.
I looked at my iPhone and noted the time was 6:59, meaning Jean should be arriving any second. I looked towards the north door and saw her walk in.
Jean is the type of girl that everyone notices when she walks into a room. She's six foot three inches with red hair, pale skin and a light dusting of freckles. But unlike most tall girls, who are typically rail thin, Jean is built like an athlete. She used to play volleyball in High School, but an injury cut her playing days short. She still puts a lot of time and effort into staying in shape though. She's into CrossFit currently, and while she's not completely "jacked" like some of the women you see in CrossFit, she's still mostly muscle and curves. Which, along with her well-proportioned D Cup breasts, make for quite a stunning impression. Especially today.
Jean must have been at CrossFit prior to breakfast, because she walked in wearing her workout gear. Her black lycra shorts and purple lycra crop-top seemed practically painted on. All of which served to highlight her toned arms and legs, a hint of abs, her amazing ass, and the aforementioned breasts. Her long, curly red hair was up in a ponytail and there was a bit of a flush to her smooth, pale skin.
"You're staring, Todd." Jean said, as she sat down across from me at the table.
"So is half the student Union," I replied with a wink.
Jean shrugged. She'd stopped being self-conscious about her appearance years ago. "I can't help it if I'm built like a -- what was it your grandpa called me when I first met him?"
"A brick shithouse," I said helpfully. Grandpa Don wasn't the most subtle and reserved of my family members, nor was he the sanest. But he wasn't wrong about Jean.
"Coffee?" I asked, as I passed Jean her usual Dunkin Americano.
"Thanks," Jean said, as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a nice big lady-like slurp.
"You do that on purpose, don't you?" I said accusingly. "Don't you know that manners maketh man? Or in your case woman."
"Too early for Kingsman quotes, bruv." Jean replied, playing along. Her attempt at a London accent was, to be polite, terrible.
"You're the one who said you wanted to talk this morning," I said, taking a more serious tone. "So, what did you want to talk about? You and Keri take another dip in the lady pond together?"
Jean hated it when I used the "lady pond" phrase, but I found it amusing.
There was a long moment where Jean said nothing. She simply stared at me. My mind congratulated me on being right and got ready to hear the steamy details.
"Not exactly." Jean said cryptically.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked with a touch of disappointment.
"Remember when I told you about Keri and I having sex? Jean asked. "Well, Keri -- "
"Until the day I die and probably long after that," I interrupted. I quickly noticed the shark-freezing stare direct my way and waved my hand towards Jean to encourage her to go on.
"As I was saying," Jean continued. "Keri was okay with me telling you about us, but she absolutely did not want Brad to find out about it."
Brad was Keri's fiancé. They'd been going out since High School when Brad was a senior and Keri was a freshman. With Keri now a senior in college and about to graduate, Brad had recently proposed to her. Brad was a decent guy, but neither Jean nor I felt he was Keri's intellectual equal. He was a good old farm boy, but as I often pointed out to Jean, there was nothing wrong with that. Especially considering how much Keri seemed to love him and how much Brad worshipped the ground Keri walked on.
"Yeah, and you told me to make sure I didn't say anything to Brad either. Which I haven't." I stated emphatically. "But wasn't the reason she didn't want him to know wasn't that he'd be jealous, but because he didn't get to watch?"
"Exactly," said Jean. "Apparently that's been a fantasy of his for some time. Watching Keri have sex with another girl. But she didn't want to get wrapped up in any of that expectation of fantasy fulfillment with him, so she figured it was best not to say anything to him."
I suddenly realized something about the words Jean was using. "Um, why are you using past tense?" I asked.
"You noticed that, huh?" Jean said. "Clever boy. Anyway, Brad's birthday is this Saturday," Jean continued. "Keri asked him last night what he wanted for his birthday, and he jokingly brought up his fantasy of watching her and another girl. So, Keri decided to tell him everything."
"Why?" I asked, wondering where Jean was going with all this. She had started to twirl the curls in her, which was something she did when she was nervous and excited.
"Two reasons," Jean explained. "One, she was feeling a bit guilty about whether or not Brad would consider Keri having sex with me to be cheating. Two, she thought that maybe telling him all the details would be enough to satisfy his curiosity."
