For their final night together before they parted for University, Pep and Aina agreed to grant each other one fantasy. Aina asked for sex in the shower, standing up. She’d had that fantasy since she’d seen a couple do it under a waterfall in a movie. There weren’t many waterfalls about, but she could close her eyes and pretend. She put one palm on the shower ceiling and draped her other arm around Pep’s shoulder. Then she’d lifted her left leg and helped his cock in. She’d braced herself under the water as he thrust into her, and the water cascading over her skin, with her eyes closed, could just about pass for a waterfall. For greater realism, they probably should have turned the temperature down, but that wasn’t happening. Oh, it felt good though. At this angle, his penis was reaching as deep as he’d ever been, except maybe when she rode him, and he was really going for it. Oh, she was going to miss human contact. Oh, she was going to miss Pep. Oh, this was fucking great…she came with a squeal.

Pep’s fantasy was a sixty-nine, and our story begins as their attempt at a sixty-nine neared its conclusion. Ah, they were a handsome sight. Her rear end and his face seemed part of the same creature, so closely was he pressing his mouth to her genitals, and his forehead to the lower rim of her ass. His tongue was worming around in there, and she was wet, just dripping. See his eyes closed, feeling every lick, every tug and pull on his dick, while trying hard to keep his attention on placing his tongue as effectively as possible on her vagina.

Trace your line of vision along their respective torsos. See her thighs and buttocks jut out, trembling slightly as pleasure builds. See his chest inflate and deflate as he breathes ever deeper. See her breasts hanging three inches above his navel and, at last, if you can see through her swinging brunette hair, Aina’s mouth is worrying his erect penis like a dog with a bone. She’d started slowly and gently, but they were getting to the business end now and he was feeling her tug and yank and suck it so hard that it almost hurt, but it felt so, so good…

It was Aina who had the last orgasm. He came first, but gallantly kept up his work on her vagina until she finished too.

They had said all there was to say. She had a place to study literature with education in Granada. He was going to study chemistry in Reus. They were going to literally the opposite ends of the country. They would meet each vacation. Aina had her vibrator. Pep had his right hand. They would phone, not religiously every day, but most days. They’d see how phone sex worked out. They would try to keep it together. And they’d be honest if they met someone else.

                                                                                                                *

“I’m moving my fingers a bit higher. I’m twisting them a little, imagine a corkscrew. Left and right. Now I’m thrusting them into you, as if my fingers were my cock…”

Aina followed his instructions, with her middle and index finger. She looked at the screen. He was naked too. It was her turn.

“Ok, I’m rubbing your balls and pressing the button between them and your ass. Don’t touch your cock, not yet…”

It was their second attempt at phone sex, and it was just as much of a disaster as the first one. The first time they had been unable to stop laughing. But the second time, when sexual frustration had had more time to grow in them both, they decided to take it more seriously. And it was very clearly not working for either of them. Neither was really aroused. They rang off, irritable and frustrated.

                                                                                                *

Aina confided her frustration to the best friend she’d made at college, whose name was Irene.

“What you need is a fuck buddy, Aina.”

“Oh, I couldn’t cheat on Pep with another guy. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.” She said this with force and conviction, meaning every word.

“But that’s the beauty of it. You’d still be with Pep. I’m not saying leave him, or that you should break up. You still love him, and he loves you. But you can have your needs met by a guy who doesn’t mean anything to you. A fuck buddy whips out his cock, fucks your brains out and leaves. Then you call Pep and ask him about his day and do all the sweet stuff. Then, when the time is right, you forget about the fuck buddy and go be with Pep.”

Irene’s plan sounded seriously risky to Aina’s ears. She knew about the concept of the fuck buddy, of course. But it would still feel like cheating, Pep would never be happy with her sleeping with another man…

She knew that was a misconception at once. She wouldn’t be sleeping with him. She’d be fucking him.

“What if the guy develops feelings for me?”

Irene nodded, and Aina wondered how far her knowledge of this arrangement was based on experience. As far as Aina knew, Irene was in a long-term, albeit on-off-again relationship.

Irene continued, “That is a danger. If that happens, you have to cut him off at once. It shouldn’t. You should be absolutely straight with him about what you want from him, and about Pep. That brings me to the other risky part. If you take a fuck buddy, Pep has to know, and he has to be free to have one too.”

She had not needed this self-evident truth spoken aloud.

Aina thought about the conversation all the time, until her next video chat with Pep. She thought about waiting until she actually saw him, but that was a month from now. And, somehow, raising the topic felt easier when not in person.

                                                                                                *

“Sweetheart, my friend Irene had an idea. She thinks we should talk about fuck buddies.”

Pep frowned. He too was aware of the concept. But the idea had never entered his head.

“Fuck buddies? You mean, sleep with other people?”

“I think Irene’s plan was to have sex with other people, not sleep with them.”

Pep at once grew anxious and uneasy.

“Aina, if you’ve met someone, you can tell me. Just be straight out, please. Or if it was, you know, a one-night stand, I’d rather just hear it, we can talk it out…”

“Pep…I haven’t touched another man. I swear. But this is about frustration and needs. We both have them. I know you want to get laid tonight…”

“Not with someone else,” he broke in.

“No, I know. That came out wrong. Ok, try this way. I love you. And you love me. I never doubted it. But frankly, we’re both sexually frustrated at the moment. We’ll get, what, one night after three months, and then another three-month wait? Pep, one night every three months isn’t enough for me. I’m sorry. But I understand it isn’t enough for you either. If you take a fuck buddy…” She paused, not for effect but to allow the idea that he had permission too to sink in, “...and I… have my needs met by a stranger…” (Aina employed her voice cleverly to emphasise the last word) “...then we can reunite and be more in love than ever.”

Pep was, at that moment, hurt and angry. He suspected she was cheating. He suspected she was bringing guy after guy to her dormitory room, even though the idea that she had become a slut overnight would run contrary to everything he knew about the character of Aina, someone he’d known since Elementary school. He ended the call.  

He ended the call, but he slept on the idea. He walked around Reus for days thinking about the idea. He realized there was no way she was cheating emotionally. He knew he was frustrated, and he understood she must be too. He wanted sex. And she was permitting him to have it, at a terrible price. His orgasm would cost the purity of their relationship. He would no longer be the only one. But wasn’t that better than losing her completely?

He sent her an email. He said he was open to the idea, subject to negotiation.

                                                                                                *

No University classmates. No friends from university. No one you worked with. No bar staff, if it was a place you frequented. No one on your street, or your apartment block. No phone calls, only messages to arrange hookups. Maximum once a week. That is, you can meet one night per week. You could do it more than once on one occasion. Only one fuck buddy at a time. Fuck buddy must be fully aware that you are in a long-term, committed relationship. They discussed making it a written contract but agreed to trust each other.

A week later, Pep exercised his new freedom. Three days later, Aina could wait no longer. She did too.

                                                                                                *

“How are you?”

“I’m ok,” Aina said.

“Good. Classes all good?”

“Yeah.”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Both sensed at once what it portended. Pep knew he couldn’t lie to her, not after they had promised not to. He took a deep breath.

“Aina, I’m going to be honest. I think it’s best.  Now, we talked about this, and we agreed on this. At the weekend, on Saturday night, I went to bed with someone.”

Aina knew they’d agreed to it. She knew that she was just as guilty, or guiltless, whichever it was. But it still hurt. She still felt her heart rate increase. She still felt disorientated at the thought of Pep sleeping with someone else. Tears welled up in her eyes. All she could do was nod.

“Ok.”

“Before I arrange to see her again, I wanted you to know.”

“How was it?”

“That’s…not something I want to talk about.”

“I do.”

There was a long silence.

“Aina, you know you can…”

“Pep…I did too.”

Aina started to cry. What was making her cry was really the exhaustion of the conflicting emotions that had plagued her since being with Roberto. She’d enjoyed it at the time, but guilt had invaded her since. Now, it was coming to the surface. She looked across the screen at Pep. Was he still hers? The physical act didn’t bother her much…a bit, but not much.

No, she was worried he’d have his head turned. She was afraid Pep was so made that he couldn’t do it bloodlessly. She worried that he would have sex, lie with the woman a while. He’d chat to her, and they’d laugh, and he’d think, ‘oh, she’s really nice. Why am I clinging on to boring old Aina when it’s obvious I can be happy with someone else…’

She would have given anything, anything, to read his mind at that moment.

Pep looked at his lover and took this in. He wasn’t sure what he thought. Yes, a part of him was jealous and hurt. A part of him was relieved that he wasn’t the only one that had engaged in consensual cheating. It helped ease the guilt he felt. A part of him was happy she had had her needs met.

And a part of him was turned on by the idea. He looked at her and wondered what those sweet blue eyes had seen. What acts had she performed? Had she blown the guy? An image of her o-face sprang to his mind’s eye. She was at full stretch on her back. He couldn’t see the guy, so he was above her, but she was flat on her back. Her shoulders were bare, and it was obvious she was topless. Her neck was arched back, as far as it would go, her long, brown curly hair stretched out behind like octopus tentacles. And her mouth was open as if gasping with pleasure. Aina often threw her arms back above her head, when she came on her back. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in her orgasm. And it was someone else giving it to her.

Oh Christ, someone had fucked her. Sickness arose in his stomach. No…no, it was ok. It was normal and natural…But she’d…had another guy’s cock. It had been inside her, where he went. Would he see her the same way again? But he’d done the same. Fuck, had this all been a mistake?

At that moment, a clever, wise idea hit Pep. He realized that a tearful phone call wasn’t going to help the situation. They both needed time to absorb the idea and clear their heads. He said,

“Aina, I think we both need to take a time out. I’ll send you an email and we’ll call next week, ok?”

Aina was glad about this plan. She nodded and blew him a kiss. They exchanged “I love you”s. And then they hung up.

                                                                                                *

Four days later, Aina sent Pep an email.

“Pep,

I won’t say I’m sorry because I’m not. I trust you to keep me in your mind, whatever you do, and I ask you to do the same. I’d like us to make love over the phone this weekend. Can we do that?

Love, Aina.”

Pep had spent the intervening days jacking off and thinking about Aina naked. Thinking about Laura, his fuck buddy, naked. Thinking about Aina and Laura together, in the same bed, naked.

Laura was black…very black… and petite. She had Moorish ancestry on her mother’s side and an African father. She was tiny, though. Scarcely more than five foot and rake thin. Her breasts were small. She drank a lot. She was kind of loud. She was very, very good at sex. He’d come hard and strong with her.

What did Aina’s lover look like? He wanted to put a face to the guy. He didn’t need a name, but he wanted a face. Pep was, now, overwhelmingly curious. He decided to ask her.

“Dear Aina,

Phone sex this weekend sounds great. I’m curious to hear about your adventures. I’m not angry. I’m curious. I want you to tell me your version of what happened. Change the guy’s name if you like. Describe sex to me, as if you were telling an erotic story. You don’t need to be embarrassed; I want to hear.

Honestly, the idea of hearing you discuss it turns me on.

Love,

Pep.”

When Aina read this, she realized she wanted to talk about it. She needed to hear about the person that Pep had met. After all was said and done, she was a woman, like her. What was she like? She agreed.

                                                                                                *

“So, we undressed, and Laura…put it in her mouth.”

“And what did you do for her?”

“At first, not much. I tousled her hair as she gave me a blowjob. Her hair felt different from yours.”

Pep grew hard at the memory of his penis being sucked. He recalled Laura’s eyes as she looked up at him.

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“From the blowjob?”

“Yes.”

“So, you didn’t…have sex?”

“No, we did. After that.”

“Did she come?”

“Yes.”

“In what position?”

“She was on top of me.”

Pep was bored. He wanted to hear about Aina’s experience.

“Pep, what do you remember about her?”

This was an odd question. Pep had to think.

“Well, she’s pretty short. She’s black. And her belly button wasn’t cut well, so it sticks out.”

When Pep said that a great wave of relief swept over Aina. He had described only physical things. There was nothing emotional there. He wasn’t in love with Laura.

“I love you, Pep.”

Taken aback, he stammered, “Er…I love you too, Aina.”

There was a long silence. Pep broke it.

“So, how was it for you?”

“It was ok.”

“Just ok?”

“It was fine.”

“What did you do with him?”

“We undressed and had sex.”

“Was it good?”

“It was different.”

“Did you come?”

Aina was growing uncomfortable. This was between her and Roberto. Why did Pep want to hear this stuff?

“Pep, I don’t want to. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Pep frowned. An awful idea had entered his head.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No.”

“Aina, I want to hear. Details. Tell me everything.”

“I don’t want to.”

There was a long silence.

“Aina, would you write it down? Tell me in a story. You write so well. Honestly, it would give me a hard-on to read it. If you feel ok with it, write the story of what happened and send it to me. Nothing you tell me could upset me, ok?”

This wasn’t entirely true. He’d be upset if the guy had hurt her. And if they’d done anal. And if she liked him.

“Maybe. I’ll think about it. Can we change the subject?”

“I think that would be a good idea.”

                                                                                                *

It took her two weeks to craft the words. Pep waited on the edge of his seat for her story to come through, once she’d told him she was working on it. There was something odd in her email.

“Pep, there is a detail in there that might…worry you. Don’t be worried about it. It means nothing. But you asked for the story, and it’s in there.”

What on earth would make her write such a thing, assuming she’d been telling the truth when she said he hadn’t hurt her?

Aina found that the practice of writing about sex she had experienced in real life was, in fact, an aphrodisiac. She recalled moments from her night of sex with Roberto and wrote them down. And describing them stirred…internal memories. By the time she had finished her story, she was hot enough to masturbate.

Pep had scheduled a night with Raquel on the third Saturday since they’d first gone to bed, but it had been three weeks without any action, so he was getting hot under the collar. A fortnight after he’d requested it, Aina emailed him her story. He locked the door, opened a bottle of wine, and opened the document.

“I met Roberto on Tinder. He was a non-smoker, he seemed to keep in shape. He had pictures with friends so wasn’t a freak. I swiped right. We went for a walk in the gardens of the Amhara palace and then we had a drink. I asked him back to my place, on the understanding that it was for non-committal sex.

Roberto took his shirt off. He had a decent upper body. then I removed my dress, so I was down to my panties and bra. So far, so normal. Now, this is the part I mentioned, Pep, that you mustn’t overthink.  When he undressed below the waist, it was clear that he was…very well endowed. The bulge in his boxer shorts was very substantial. And when he took those boxers off, this was confirmed. I have a very limited experience of seeing male penises, and yours was the first and (until recently) only one I had seen in an intimate setting. But from what I understand, his was abnormally large. Like, above average. And, sweetheart, I am NOT saying yours is too small…”

Pep’s eyes widened. He read on.

“Roberto gave me a kiss… just a peck… on the lips, and he helped me remove my bra. He kissed my upper body. He paid a lot of attention to my breasts. Being kissed is very arousing for a woman, you know, so I liked that. I was feeling nice. He offered to go down on me, but I didn’t want him to. That’s an intimate, loving act I allow only you to do.”

Pep leaned forward. He remembered that she had resisted his request to do that at first, that she had been uncomfortable about oral sex.

“So, he used his fingers to stimulate my private parts until they were ready for…penetration. He masturbated me for, maybe ten minutes. And while he was doing that, I helped him along a little too.”

Pep’s mind went into overdrive. Did she suck it? Or just use her hand? If she’d said oral was an intimate private act…? Or did the oral part come later?

“We agreed we were ready for penetration, so I helped him put a condom on.”

You helped him put a condom on? Did this grown man need help putting one on, with his enormous penis? Seriously? This was the first line he felt a little hurt by. She was willingly doing something, using her hands or mouth on his cock, that he could do himself.

“I lay back and let him enter me. I won’t hide from you, it felt good to have a man inside me again. And the truth is, a woman doesn’t need a very large penis, but having one inside you does feel good. And it did. He touched my bottom, and that felt nice. My body responded immediately as he moved around my privates. He was neither gentle nor rough. He thrust in and out. I raised my legs up, and I supported them with my hands. So, my legs were high in the air, and then he was deep, deep inside me.”

Pep was picturing the scene. And this part was hot. He thought of Aina lifting her legs up and he saw, in his mind’s eye, a huge penis entering her. He didn’t picture the whole naked man. He pictured her thighs and her buttocks, and a cock between her legs. Pep’s penis was swelling rapidly, and he reached down to masturbate. His vision of the scene panned back to see her, naked and vulnerable yet enjoying herself.

“He slowed down and asked if I was ready to change. I was. He pulled out. He took control. He put his hands on my body and rolled me over, so I was on my side. I thought he wanted to do doggy style, but he had planned to enter me on my side. He told me to lift my left leg up. He entered me from behind. And he reached across my body and ran his hand across my upper torso as he thrust in and out.

"He…employed his penis very effectively at this stage. He had warmed me up with his fingers, then moved me along in the missionary position. I needed some more physical interaction to reach orgasm and he understood that and gave me what I needed. I guess the word is hard. He gave me a very… physical…penetration at this point. I know men use the word pounding, but I don’t like that term. It’s too close to violence. This was vigorous, consensual sex. I enjoyed it. And I came.”

This passage stirred multiple emotions in Pep. Imagining her being fucked from behind on her side was hot. They hadn’t done that position. And it was effective, apparently. She liked it. He closed his eyes and imagined his hands roaming around her bare chest and belly. He imagined her body rocking as he pumped her. He imagined how her legs would scissor him as he entered her. He imagined her vocalizing her orgasm…

He realized unhappily that her coming was not the end of the story. There was still the question of her fuck buddy’s orgasm.

“When my orgasm died down, I wanted it over with.”

Good, good. Pep nodded approvingly.

“Roberto was close. So, I pulled off the condom and I used my mouth to help him finish.”

This Pep did not approve of.

“I guess it took about five minutes…”

Five minutes! That sounded like an eternity to Pep. Imagining her naked and enjoying sex was one thing, but sucking the guy’s dick for five minutes? A single, freeze-frame image of Aina with a penis in her mouth was not entirely unattractive. But the thought of her spending, what, three hundred seconds blowing a guy? She’d have dipped and licked and sucked for far longer than was needed for her own pleasure…

“Pep, I know she gave you a blowjob. Please don’t judge me for doing something you enjoy me doing to you, and for something you let another woman do to you. We only did it once, then he left. I love you. Yours always, Aina.”

Pep closed the laptop. He masturbated to the idea of Aina with a dick…a dick, not a particular man’s dick (the distinction was important) …inside her. Then he went out and got very, very drunk.

                                                                                                *

The next time they met, there was no pretending they saw each other the same way.

Pep kissed her naked body hungrily. In his mind, he was reclaiming it. He was exorcising the demons that had possessed her with each thrust of his cock.

For Aina, Roberto had been a learning experience. She’d learnt more about what brought her to orgasm by experiencing a different man. She had also learnt some new moves and, without advertising the fact, employed them on Pep’s penis. He said nothing, but he knew she’d learnt it elsewhere.

Half an hour later, she was on her side, her right leg stretched as high as it can go. She had come, and was about to again, for Pep was screwing her vigorously from behind, reaching over and massaging her breasts.

Afterwards, they were to hold each other tight, take a walk under the stars and share a bottle of wine on the balcony, any hurt caused by the physical acts of others evaporated. Secure in their love.

                                                                                                *

Three months later, they had a phone call. Aina had been dreading it all week.

“Pep, there’s something I need to tell you. Roberto moved away.”

Pep frowned. Why was she telling him that?

“So?”

“So…I need to tell you I have to find a new fuck buddy.”

This, Pep did not like. He’d gotten used to the idea of Roberto servicing his girlfriend. There didn’t seem to be any feelings between them. He even enjoyed reading Aina’s accounts of Roberto’s work on her privates. He had a fuck buddy too, called Laura. But he’d had the same one since the beginning of the relationship.  But now she was going to have another guy screw her?

“What if this one doesn’t stay around? Or the next?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many different guys do you think I’m going to be happy for you to fuck?”

Pep immediately regretted saying that.

“That’s not fair. You know what, fuck you!”

Aina hung up.

They didn’t speak for two weeks. He sent her a card apologizing, and when she got it, she was ready to talk.

“Aina, I don’t want you all miserable and frustrated over there. I’m happy for the arrangement to stand, and for you to find a replacement. Just, keep me informed.”

She nodded. She had realized that, if the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t have been happy. But now she had the problem of finding a new casual hookup. She re-started Tinder on her phone. She chose a nice picture of her in a knee-length dress looking out to sea. One in a bikini, of course. And one silly photo with her girlfriends on a night out in Madrid.

The likes started coming thick and fast. Of course, they did. She was average height, barely nineteen years old. She was in good shape. And she’d made the naïve mistake of saying on her tinder bio that she was only looking for casual sex while her boyfriend was away.

Her first meeting (she refused to use the term date) was with a guy who was five years older. He persistently belittled her, calling her ‘little girl’. He took a bite out of his food and offered it to her. She didn’t go home with him. She knew an asshole when she met one.

The second meeting was with a tall guy with orange highlights in his hair, who played basketball, called Roger. They got on well. He was attractive enough. She invited him back to hers.

They drank some beer and then moved to the bedroom. Christ, this felt weird to Aina. Like Pep, she’d got used to the idea of Roberto. And she remembered her friend Irene’s words when encouraging her to take a fuck buddy,

“A fuck buddy whips out his cock, fucks your brains out and leaves.”

But, on some level, it still felt wrong.

Roger undressed quickly. He really was very thin, and his skin around his shoulders was spotty, blotched by acne. Aina, still dressed, took his dick in her hand. It was…ok size. Much smaller than Roberto’s. Smaller than Pep’s too, for that matter. Already, she sensed that Roger was not going to be the right fit.

Aina pulled down her panties and got onto the bed, on all fours. Then, she pulled up the edge of her dress to expose her bottom and vagina for penetration.

“Aren’t you going to take your dress off?”

Roger said, disappointedly. He wanted to see her tits.

“Maybe. Let’s see how we go.”

She had doubts about him. She would bare herself for him if he proved her wrong. He could earn it.

Roger put on a condom, and soon Aina felt him enter her. He grabbed her bottom and began to push inward. Ok, that felt nice. He thrust five, six times and it was starting to feel good. Aina closed her eyes and imagined she was with Pep. This did not bode well for Roger’s future as a fuck buddy. She’d never done that with Roberto.

Seven. Eight thrusts. Nine…

“Oh…oh…oh fuck!”

Roger’s dick shuddered inside her. He came.

“That it?” she spat out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You’re so hot, Aina.”

Roger was not invited to attempt a second round. Aina went to bed that night and it was up to her dildo to release her frustration. It did, but only partially. She wanted sex. And she felt shitty about having been with another guy with so little to show for it. At least he hadn’t seen her naked.

A week later, she had another meeting through the dating app. Marc was a cool guy. He skied and surfed and played soccer. He played the piano. She wasn’t sure she liked him, but he was definitely attractive. And he was funny. She laughed and giggled throughout their meeting. In the end, he asked her back to his. She agreed.

 “You read my bio?”

“Yes.”

“So, you know I’m not looking for commitment? I have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, it’s cool.”

Aina was turned on by Marc. He was so cool and self-assured. And, as he removed the last of his clothes, Aina saw that he was a pretty picture in the buff too. Firm, muscular chest. Well-shaped tummy. Tight ass. Decent sized penis. He looked good.

Aina took off her clothes this time. She couldn’t place it, but there was something different about Marc, compared to Roger. As if, Marc knew the deal in a way Roger never had. Emotionless sex was something he knew about. Roger had never considered the idea. She sensed it, and that was why she’d never shown him her body.

Marc lay on his back, his dick hard. He motioned to his cock, obviously wanting her to suck it.

“You get two minutes, and that’s your lot. I’m horny. I want you inside me.”

She got onto the bed on all fours. She seized the base of his penis with her hand, then lowered her mouth over it. She used a trick she’d learned, letting it about three inches in, pinching it with her lips and running her tongue upwards to the top, whereupon her lips would release. Marc moaned appreciatively.

“Swing round, let’s get a sixty-nine going on.”

Aina froze. She had been clear that she didn’t want anyone but Pep licking her. It was too intimate for a stranger. Too much of a loving act.

“Sorry, but that’s only for my boyfriend.”

Marc’s eyes betrayed a flash of anger, but then he closed them. Aina sucked his dick for short while longer. Ah, it was a nice penis, she had to admit. Well proportioned, well cut, clean.

She stopped sucking him and they found a condom. Marc entered her in the missionary position. Aina wanted to come as quickly as possible, so she breathed in his scent and rubbed his chest and his bottom to enliven her body. He began to thrust in and out of her…oh, it was happening. She knew at once that she would orgasm. Marc looked down at her as he pumped her, and there was something vaguely unnerving about his eyes. They didn’t have a spark of life that Pep and, to be fair, Roger had had. They were not warm.

He massaged her breasts and his cock moved inside her. Now he was thrusting quicker…now she was feeling her orgasm build…

“Doggy. Please, I want doggy.”

“You’re a dirty one, aren’t you?”

Fuck you, she thought to herself as she took to her knees.

Marc entered her and he began to thrust again, harder and firmer than before. He knew where her spot was. He knew to build up the speed and strength. After five minutes, Aina was on the brink of orgasm. The penis moved hard and fast into her, she had closed her eyes and she gripped the sheets tightly, willing herself to come, willing to be out of there so she could talk to Pep, willing for it to be Pep’s cock….Ahhhhhhhh!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Aina had a wonderful, powerful orgasm that rocked her body for twenty seconds. Pleasure shimmered through her, as if she’d taken a wonderful drug.

She rode Marc’s cock. She came again.

Marc came. She thought about leaving. She didn’t.

The second time she came twice. She’d found her new fuck buddy.

*

“Pep, I found a new…man to help me.”

“Ah, ok. Going well?”

“Yes.”

“So, he’s good in bed?”

“Yes, Pep,” she said irritably. She didn’t like talking about this stuff. Aina preferred to write about it and would often transcribe her sexual encounters with her fuck buddy. It turned her on.

“I’d like a bedtime story about him, if you feel like it.”

“Maybe. It’s your night with Laura, isn’t it?”

It was. Pep couldn’t wait. She’d be in his bed in an hour from then.

“Yes.”

“Have fun.”

“Thank you. Aina, it’s only three weeks until I see you again.”

“I know, love.”

After they’d rung off, Pep’s doorbell rang. There she was, all five foot two of her. They barely said hello before their clothes were on the floor. In his bed, Laura rolled him over and over. She was an artist with her tongue, which was pierced. When Pep felt what she could do with her stud, rubbing the entrance to his urethra, he had to grip the top of her head tightly or he’d have lost control of his arms.

Laura yelled when she came. Pep loved this. Now the neighbours would know he was a good fuck. And as she rode Pep’s dick, hungrily and fiercely, he looked at her cute belly button that stuck out a little, her little black breasts jiggling up and down, he ran his hands across her thighs. His cock was trembling inside her, ready to burst. From her pussy, he saw a thin dribble of her cum running out. Oh, this felt so fucking good. Just for a moment, he wondered if a long-term relationship was for him. Why not cut out the commitment? Why not just do this? 

                                                                                                *

Aina had messaged Marc, asking if they could meet again. She’d seen the blue ticks, but he hadn’t replied. She was thinking about calling him. Didn’t want to seem needy.

But the days went by. She sent another message. Nothing. He was ignoring her. Gradually, she realized she’d gone to bed with him for nothing as well. She felt awful about herself. What would she tell Pep?

                                                                                                *

Swipe left. Swipe right. Match. Swipe right. Match. Swipe left. There was something about Tinder she didn’t like. It was an unnatural way to meet people. Match. Message. Pau. Tall. Photo with dogs. All photos with dogs, in fact. Seriously, how many dogs did this guy have?

“Hello Aina. I’m in the same situation as you. Long distance. Looking for an FB, nothing serious. We should talk.”

After the pathetic Roger and the slightly sinister Marc, Pau was refreshingly…normal. She decided to give him a try. She was (or at least felt like) practically a slut now anyway.

When Pau took off his shirt, he had a dreadfully large scar across his torso. He told her he’d been in a car crash and barely made it out alive. She decided to make sure he knew it didn’t bother her. She kissed his scar tissue gently.

Pau was gentle when he helped her unzip her dress. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly.  He pulled down his pants. Normal-looking, regular-sized cock. Ok. So far so good. He asked her to sit on his face. She refused. He didn’t make a fuss or look angry. He kissed her well when they made out and found her clitoris expertly when he slid his fingers into her. Pau diddled her, and she began to feel the first stirrings of pleasure.

He pinched her nipples between his teeth. He sucked them a little. Mmmm…this was nice. Perhaps Pau would do. He rolled on a condom and entered her in the missionary. Aina worked her vaginal muscles to encourage him. Pau purred appreciatively. She felt him thrust in her. Her body was warming to this guy, no question. He moved faster. She lay back and closed her eyes, letting him do the work. She closed her eyes and thought of Pep.

“Hello? You awake? Want to change?”

“Yeah, sure. Lie back, I’ll ride you a bit.”

She rode him. They went back to missionary. After ten minutes of that, they were both close.

“Let me back on top. It does it for me,” she said.

She slid gently down onto his cock, then, her hands on his chest, Aina went for it. Like a racehorse nearing the finishing line, she picked up speed as she rocked his cock, knowing that energy would be useless after the race so she may as well use it. She had now spent enough time riding guys to know what worked, and she needed it there…and there….and there and ….

“Oh! Oh!”

Orgasm shot up through her body like the spreading warmth of a shot of whiskey. Aina felt her pleasure ooze through her. Ah, that felt good. She closed her eyes and counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. She looked down at her breasts and tummy, still moving back and forth on the penis, feeling her orgasm continue, willing it to continue, it was as if she spoke to her insides through her own skin. Keep going, she said silently. Keep that up. Six seconds. Seven. Eight. She gasped, breathing heavily and closed her eyes again.

 Pau came just seconds later. She felt his cock vibrate violently. When he pulled out and they saw the condom, it was as full as she’d ever seen one.

“You have a cute o-face,” he told her.

“Thanks!”

They had sex again. And again. Aina came four times that night, and almost fell asleep in lectures the next day.

                                                                                                *

Pep sat on the train, looking out the window. He’d be with Aina that night. He had read her latest erotic story the previous night. He had thought of saving it for the train, but he was worried he’d get hard in the carriage. This Pau guy seemed perfect for her. The way she described their encounters, he was an excellent fuck.

Even though they’d each had a fuck buddy for a while now, even though Pep did genuinely find it a turn-on to read Aina’s erotic tales of her experiences, he still felt uneasy. She didn’t just take a cock in her pussy as if it were a dildo. She saw another man naked, and it was wholly different from when she might, say, happen to see another naked man at the nudist beach. It was Aina who had invited this stranger to undress. She had wanted him to get naked. And she had bared her breasts for him, those soft breasts Pep loved so much. Her neck and her belly and her legs were kissed and stimulated. She touched his bottom, his chest, and his cock…

He put his seed inside her. In a condom, but even so. Perhaps, on some deep, instinctive level, that was the problem. Aina didn’t just ‘have sex’. She ‘mated’ and Pep’s status as genetic father was at risk.  

Christ, this fuck buddy thing was messed up. And it was only just near the end of the first year of college. They still had another, what, two years apart? Could this really work? Were they fools to try?

But later that night, Pep felt Aina’s tongue flick his penis. He felt her lick the glans at the end, and he felt her tug in just the right places. He felt her gently massage his balls. As she took a brief pause, she looked into his eyes, and she smiled at him. There was real warmth in that smile. Normally, she took her glasses off for sex, but she hadn’t this time. This blowjob was their first act, so perhaps she would later. They held their gaze, he smiled back. She brushed her curly brown hair back and dipped back down.  He felt her suck him firmly and so, so well. He remembered the first blowjob she’d given him, in the shower. The improvement in her technique was marked. She was learning.

“You can come in my mouth tonight,” she said quietly.

It was something she’d thought of on the way over. She understood he might be upset about her bedding other men, even if they had agreed. She wanted to give him something she would give no one else. A sign of her devotion and love. She’d decided that allowing him to orgasm in her mouth would be a nice sign. He took the point at once.

“Oh, Aina. You’re amazing!”

She sucked it harder. She liked it when he said his name.

Pep’s cock felt as if it had been brought to life by enchantment. He was close. The nerves on the end of his dick were dancing. Somewhere, his sperm was gathering for its rush upwards….

She felt his cock tremble in her mouth. She heard him moan, heard him say,

“Oh Aina, yes! Yes! Jesus, Aina!”

She went deep, grabbing the base with her hand and jerking…. she felt his penis shudder, and a jet of fluid burst against the roof of her mouth like a dentist syringing her. Some stuck there, but most dripped down onto her tongue. She swallowed quickly, eager to get it over with.                                                                               

The night is not over. Pep and Aina are going to use three condoms this night. But, for now, what they need is some privacy. Some alone time together to rebuild their emotional bond. We’ll leave them and see them again for the summer holidays.

In the next story, fantasy is going to become reality.