I thought I'd try to write another cuckold story, I haven't for a while. It will start off a bit slow, because I really enjoy the slow build and the more emotionally challenging and traumatic aspects of cuckolding/cheating. As well as the delicious humiliation. If people like it then I will write more.

20th September 2015

So I’ve only been at university a month and I’ve already got a girlfriend. I genuinely can’t believe my luck. Carla is perfect. She’s absolutely stunning with long dark hair, a smile that makes you stop in your tracks and dreamy eyes that cause my heart to skip a beat every time she looks at me. I am just so happy.

We live on the same corridor at university and somehow I plucked up the courage to start talking to her. She had managed to make more friends than I had during the first couple of weeks at university. But to be honest that’s not a surprise she’s clever, funny and just really lovely to be around. When she’s talking to you, you feel like you’re the only person in the world to exist. I’ve never felt that way before, she makes me feel special. And feeling special is not something I’ve felt much before.

At school I was mostly either ignored or picked on. Kids from school told me I was a pathetic wimp regularly, I didn’t really have any friends. My parents told me university would be a fresh start for me, and boy were they right. Look at me, one month in and I’m no longer single! Woohoo!!!

It has meant that I’ve slightly lost focus on other things though. Haven’t had as much time for my work and haven’t been able to spend as much time making friends. And my parents are a bit sad that I don’t call them much anymore. But having a girlfriend does take up your time a bit. Carla says that she likes to know that I’m thinking about her. Which is just so sweet.

We spend quite a bit of time together, watching movies, I cook for her quite a lot, chatting. I haven’t quite got the courage together to try to kiss her yet, but just the idea gets me so excited and horny. I don’t want to rush things with Carla, the idea of ruining things makes me sick to my stomach.

But also even when we’re not together she likes me to be thinking about her. She likes me writing love letters to her expressing my deepest feelings for her. Sometimes she gives me things to do if she’s busy with friends or with work. So last Tuesday I did her laundry for her while she was researching a project she was working on. She’s studying Geography but her main interest is in Climate Change, she wants to make a difference to the world and I feel more than happy to take a bit of the strain of other things off of her plate. She’s such a special person, I just want her to achieve all her goals in life.

There I go getting carried away by how wonderful she is again. Anyway I did her laundry to the best of my ability, making sure that it smelled fresh as a daisy and that it was beautifully ironed and folded. She grinned from ear to ear when I presented her clothes and she told me that her friends were really impressed. I thought she might give me a kiss, but at least she hugged me. She held me close and I almost melted with happiness. She is always very appreciative when I do things for her.

I just want to make her happy and I’ll do anything for that.

24th September 2015

It happened, it really happened, she kissed me!

I was in bed sleeping when my phone started ringing. I never put it on silent in case one of my parents needs to get hold of me (dad hasn’t been well for a while).

I leaned over, looked at the phone and saw that it was Carla ringing. My heart started pounding with excitement and I seemed to wake up really quickly with the adrenaline rush. The clock said 02:30 in the morning and I wondered what she wanted.

“Hey Carla”

“Hey John” She replied and I could tell she was drunk by how long it took her to say my name without slurring the word. There was thumping music playing in the background. “John I’m sorry to wake you up but I was wondering if you could do me a favour.”

“Of course, anything Carla.”

“Awwww you’re so sweet.” I thought I heard a bit of giggling in the background and then Carla seemed to make a shushing sound, “Me and Becky are all partied out and want to go home but don’t fancy queuing for a taxi. Would you be able to come and pick us up?”

“Yes I can definitely come and get you. I’ll drive over now. Where are you?”

“You’re the best John, come and get us outside Caverns okay?”

“Yes Carla”

I rushed around putting some clothes on, sprayed a bit of deodorant, swirled some mouthwash round my mouth and then drove to the club. I texted to say I’d arrived and the two girls sauntered out and got in the back seat. They both looked stunning, if a little bit slutty. I didn’t begrudge Carla having fun, I wasn’t going to be an old fashioned boyfriend who thought their girlfriend should only focus on them.

Sure Carla’s skirt was pretty short and she was showing a lot of cleavage, but what she wears is her decision, nothing to do with me.

“Hey John, sorry to wake you.” Carla said as she got in the car.

“Were you having a nice sleep?” Becky asked teasingly.

“I’m always happy to help out.” I replied, not really knowing what to say. The two girls chuckled.

“Wow, its pretty cool having a personal taxi service.” Becky joked.

“Haha, yeah, maybe next time we should get you a cute little uniform to wear.” Carla made eye contact with me through the rear-view mirror and gave me a little wink to let me know she was just teasing.

“Kind of like your chauffeur?” I asked, trying to join in with the joke.

“Exactly, I knew you’d get it.” Carla laughed. They ignored me for a bit as they talked amongst themselves.

“God that guy you were dancing with was hot wasn’t he?” Becky leaned over towards Carla.

“He was wasn’t he, he had that kind of arrogant attitude which can be quite appealing sometimes.” Carla responded and I stiffened up a bit at her words. I guessed it was just the alcohol talking but it made me uncomfortable.

“I know what you mean, sometimes it’s the guys who are hot and know full well that they are hot that really turn me on. There’s something about the almost primal attraction.”

“But anyway, I’m a taken woman” Carla leaned forward and stroked my shoulder gently.

“Oh of course, how silly of me, here I am talking about you dancing with a hot guy, right in front of your boyfriend.” Becky giggled.

“You don’t mind do you John?” Carla leaned forward and cooed in my ear.

“No of course not Carla, I just want you to have a good time.” I responded.

“Oh believe me, I had a great time. It was so much fun. The music was awesome, drinks were cheap and Becky is right there were plenty of hot guys there…just for eye candy of course, I wouldn’t do anything with them.” We made eye contact again in the mirror and I think she could tell I was finding some of the conversation challenging, I didn’t like the idea of her dancing with other men and thinking they were hot, but I was absolutely not going to be a controlling boyfriend.

“By the way, did you finish polishing my shoes before you went to sleep John?”

“Yes Carla, I think you’ll like them.”

“You’re kidding, you had him polish your shoes while we went out clubbing?” Becky exclaimed with a disbelieving look on her face.

“Well John just likes to make me happy…don’t you John.” She gave my leg a playful nudge with her foot.

“Ummmm…yes” I went red in the face, not really wanting some of our relationship to be on display like this.

“Say it.” Carla said slightly irritably.

“I just want to make you happy.” They both laughed loudly.

“You’re such a sweet boy.” Carla said softly and the rest of the journey passed in silence.

I dropped Becky off at her flat and then took Carla back to our accommodation. I walked her to the door.

“I was so impressed with you tonight, John, you really will go the extra mile for me wont you?”

“Yes Carla, I was happy to help. This was much better than you having to queue and then pay for a taxi.”

“It really was…you know what John, I think you might be a keeper.” She then leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and I could smell her perfume. I was in heaven as she wished me goodnight and then turned to go into her room.

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