Liz and I were dirty talking in bed the other night, and she told me this story about when she was a freshman in college.

She was in an open relationship with a guy during her freshman year of college, and he seemed nice at first, but as they got closer he turned out to be pretty fratty and disrespectful. It turned out later he was dating her mostly because she came from an “appropriate pedigree” for him (good private school education, and her family was well off, but not so well off that he was the one “dating up.”) She was someone he could introduce to his elitist family without shame. He wanted an open relationship because he wanted to keep her around, but wasn’t ready to settle down (stop fucking other girls.) The relationship turned toxic pretty quick, she admitted to me that she should have broken it off sooner, but 18 is when you’re supposed to make bad relationship choices. Such is life.

They were open, but had an agreement not to fuck each other’s close friends. She found out through the grapevine that he had hooked up with one of her friends from her dance team, someone she had to see every day, and had considered close. My gf confronted her, apparently he had misled her about the rules of their relationship, she had thought Liz would be okay with it.

Rather than get mad at her friend, Liz decided instead that revenge is the best revenge, if he was going to fuck her friends then she had no reason to turn his down when they propositioned her. And as it happened, one of his frat bros had been doing just that.

He was some douche on the football team, and hadn’t been subtle about his interest. Commenting on all her bikini and workout pics, DM’s, late night texts, etc. Aside from their “rules,” she wasn’t that interested in him regardless, but he was pretty fit and she figured aside from the added bonus of pissing off her bf, he might actually be a decent fuck.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. One night she was helping her bf and his frat set up for a big tailgate party that weekend. Setup ran late, and her bf grumpily turned in early, telling her to come up to his room when she was done. Football douche was helping too, and when they finished the stood around talking in the kitchen. Talking turned to close talking, close talking turned to touching and then full on making out. She let it go on for a few minutes, enjoying it despite not really liking this guy, before stopping him and telling him, “come to (bf’s) room tomorrow after he goes to class.”

Not five minutes after her bf left for class, jock was in their room and dropping his shorts. He must have known his schedule and waited. She laughed and said hey, while moving over in the bed to make room. The guy had the foresight to bring a condom, but she had other plans. He wasn’t a patient or attentive lover, and that wasn’t what she wanted from him anyway. He fucked her with all the enthusiasm and gracelessness of an 18 year old athlete, pounding her as hard as he could into the mattress, while she stuffed a pillow into her mouth to muffle her screams. He fucked her hard and fast, came quickly, got up and made a hasty exit, barely pausing to get dressed. She lay there a moment, catching her breath while his cum began to drip from her pussy. Not a memorable fuck, but that hadn’t been the point.

She got dressed and went to class. A guy she had fucked before was in this class, it wasn’t a regular thing but they’d had sex twice. He asked her to hang out after class, and she felt so slutty saying yes, knowing that they were going to fuck only a few hours after she had let someone else use her body. He hadn’t been part of her plan, but he might just be the icing on the cake.

Sex was better with him, he tried to go down on her but she quickly pulled him up, saying she didn’t have a lot of time. He commented on how wet she was as he slid inside her, she just laughed and said she had missed him. She flipped him on his back and rode him, he soon warned her that he was getting close and she just rode him harder until he came.

Her bf came home later that day, and she surprised him by pulling him into bed right away. Pulled his clothes off, pushed him onto the same bed his best friend had fucked her in that morning, and sucked him hard. He asked what had gotten into her, “just horny” was her reply. He commented on how wet she was as she slid down and started riding him, she just closed her eyes and smiled, savoring this moment in anticipation of what was about to come.

He was close, she could tell by his breathing and the way he strained to push himself as deep in her as he could. At this moment she leaned down, put her head lovingly next to his on the pillow, and whispered gently into his ear, “how does it feel to have your best friend’s cum on your cock?”

Her only regret is that she didn’t get a picture of his face when he realized what she was saying.

They broke up soon after. Legend has it he’s still scrubbing his shriveled dick in the sink, her laughter still echoing in his ears.

-Fin