Sometimes kinks come from unexpected places. And often when we don’t expect them either.
Take college, for instance. My senior year, to be specific.
Betty and I met at a party, and maybe that night should have been a clue as to what was to come. We were drunk, started making out, and then snuck back to my room where we fucked until the sun came up.
The following day, her boyfriend knocked on my door asking if she was there. Betty barely tried to hide what we had done, and he left with a broken heart.
Suddenly I had a new girlfriend.
For the first few weeks we were together, we fucked constantly. We fucked in the morning when we woke up, again in the shower, and then in between classes. I’d visit her at the lab and fuck her in the bathroom, and she’d sneak into the library where I studied and suck me off under the table.
A month into our frenzied romance, she walked into my room and dropped a bomb.
“So, over the weekend, I fucked a guy I used to know in high school.”
Calm overtook me before any other emotion, and I looked up at her without breaking a sweat.
“You have a good time?”
“It was fun. He was always good at sex; it felt normal.”
“Was it safe?”
She and I had tried to use condoms for the first week or two, but when we found ourselves without one afternoon in her shower, we gave in. After that, it felt silly. And besides, she fucking loved cum. And I loved giving it to her.
This, however, was something else. While our relationship was still so new we had barely discussed monogamy, some part of me felt like she was mine, especially after all the rough and messy sex.
“We never used them in high school, so it felt silly,” she said with a shrug as if I shouldn’t care.
My calm vanished instantly, and I was on her like a rabid beast.
I’m not proud or my aggression, nor am I ashamed. As for Betty, she goaded me on with each breath.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” I said as I pushed her against the wall. “You fucking cheated on me? And didn’t even bother to use a condom?”
“We haven’t talked about not fucking other people,” she said, her smile never breaking. I wanted to slap her and kiss her, and nothing made sense. The fact that she was right made it worse.
“You are such a fucking slut,” I said, dragging her to my bed.
“What are you gonna do about it?” she asked, sticking her tongue out. I turned her around and buried my face in her thick hair as I shoved one hand beneath her shirt.
“Did you like making out with your old boyfriend? Did he turn you on so much you couldn’t say no? Did you get wet like you are right now?”
I had her jeans open and my hand inside them a second later, quickly proving my point. Betty was soaking wet, and my irrational brain imagined she was still full of another boy’s cum.
“Did he come here?” I asked as I fingered her. “Did you let that little bastard come in you too, you whore?”
I had her on her knees a second later. I shoved her jeans down until her bare ass was exposed, along with the smooth wet lips of her cheating pussy. She braced herself on her hands, and I could hear a hint of laughter in her words.
“What do you think?” she asked as I tore my pants open. I slammed my hard cock inside her without waiting for her to finish.
“I can’t fucking believe you,” I said as I pushed her to the bed. I wrapped one arm around her neck until I gripped her tightly and thrust into her as hard and deep as I could while I choked her.
“You know what I like; you shouldn’t be surprised,” she moaned, her voice filled with that lusty desire I had learned to crave. “I wouldn’t have let him pull out if he wanted to.”
“How many times?” I growled, something else slotting in next to the anger. “How many times did he fuck you? How many times did he come in you?”
As I spoke the words, I found myself picturing them. And while part of me hated everything about it, another wanted to see it. I tried to push it away, but my mind’s eye was instantly full of her on her back for another guy, and it drove me forward until I was fucking her as hard as I could.
“Five times,” she moaned, her laughter replaced with desire. “He came in me five times; oh god, you’re fucking me so hard. You’re gonna make me come; please don’t stop!”
I could barely see as I leaned over, but I needed more. I needed to see her eyes to know it was real. It took fewer than five seconds for me to pull out, roll her over, and push back into her one more time. And there, below me, her big brown eyes gazed up at me with lust, honesty, and determination.
I pinned her arms above her head, slapped her hard across the face, and then fucked her for all I was worth as she started to come.
Hard.
“Oh fuck yes,” she cried. “Hurt me all you want; it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want more!”
And then, because I couldn’t help myself, I asked one more question. Even as Betty cried and begged for more, my cock pistoned in and out of her, and even as I knew I was about to come, I asked her.
“Did he make you come? Huh, Betty? Did you come on his dick?”
“So many times,” she cried out as I flooded her with cum. “Oh fuck, just like this!”
She kissed me hard, biting me as we fucked and cried and came, and nothing would ever be the same. Because mixed in with my anger and jealousy, was a turn-on I couldn’t resist even if I didn’t want to admit it. I held her down and let go of everything until I was a quaking mess on top of her.
Our bodies still clung together, me inside her and her now free arms around my neck as we kissed.
“Fuck, Guy, what was that? You’ve fucked me hard but never like that before. Shit, that was good.”
“Was it true?” I asked, hoping it was some stupid joke.
She nodded, the first hint of shame showing on her face.
“I didn’t plan on it. But I meant what I said. It was familiar, and I didn’t see any reason not to. It was fun.”
“Just fun?” I asked, a hint of a smile finally finding my face.
“Honestly? It was just fun. Not like whatever the hell we did. Jesus, that was something else. I knew I liked you for a reason.”
I let myself fall against her breasts, and she combed my hair with her fingers as I caught my breath. I grew soft within her as I tried to keep the jealousy from consuming me, but even then, in the aftermath of it all, I knew I’d come back to it.
And it wouldn’t be out of fear or anger. Even then, some small part of me knew that the next time we fucked, it would be there with us, driving me toward a mindless aggression that would let us tear one another apart.
“I’m jealous,” I finally admitted. “But also turned on. I don’t like it.”
“Well, I love it. You just fucked the living shit out of me.”
“I liked that part,” I said as I rolled next to her. She touched my face and kissed my nose.
“You knew you were dating a slut.”
“Oh, so we’re dating now?” I asked. Betty threw a leg over me, straddling me as she sat up.
“Of course we are, don’t be silly. It doesn’t mean I’m not still a slut, but you can be my number one.”
“Such an honor.”
“You better fucking believe it.”
I put my hands on her hips and looked up at her pretty face as I felt myself grow hard again. Why the hell did she have to be so hot? And why did my brain work the way it did?
Maybe I should have left when she told me what she had done. And perhaps I shouldn’t have let my anger guide me as we fucked. I could have walked away and let her be the villain in my story. Of course, they’d believe it; hell, they expected it. After all, isn’t that how we got together in the first place?
Instead, I stayed, and so did she.
“Don’t worry too much,” she said as she guided me back inside her. “And if it makes you feel better, the next time I get the urge to fuck someone else, I’ll let you watch.”
I was on her like a hungry dog, but between our grunts and groans, that tiny bit of knowing laughter reminded me that everything had changed.
And there was no going back.