Déjà Vu

by Ben Boswell

  I didn't even know what I was doing. It wasn't like Jessie had hinted that she wanted me to join in. I guessed I'd expected one last chance to talk her out of it, but apparently that ship had sailed. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to just walk away. I had to see what was going on. Had to see if it was going to be like I'd remembered.

  ***

  My refusal to turn over the dorm room to Chad on demand did nothing to dampen either his appetites or his appeal to the opposite sex. I'd usually still cut him some slack, but one night, I was coming home late and drunk from a party. As usual, I'd had no luck with the ladies, and frankly I was just hoping to climb into bed and maybe rub one out before falling asleep.

  As I walked to our room, Chad appeared from the other end of the hallway, arm-in-arm with a very busty blonde, in a very short skirt. Very busty. Torpedoes, cleavage, a hint of nipples even through her bra and top. And those legs, long and tanned... the kind of girl who’d give me a small headshake, warning me off if I even looked her direction. Out of my league.

  We met at the door.

  "Hey roomie, any chance I can get a little privacy?" he asked.

  I shook my head, "Dude, not tonight, I am beat, I just wanna climb into bed."

  He paused for a minute, thinking. Then he said, "Well, I don't mind if you stick around, what about you Angela?"

  "No way," she hissed, eyeing me venomously.

  "Then your place?" he suggested.

  She shook her head, "Can't. My cunt of a roommate has called the RA on me twice already."

  "Well, then it’s here or nowhere," he said with a smirk. He was obviously enjoying this.

  She glared at me. Then she looked back at Chad, and finally back at me. "Fine, fuck it, but you better not look," she snipped. I wasn’t worthy of even gazing upon her. Bitch.

  Chad unlocked the door and pushed her inside. He gave me a wink, "Watch all you want."

  Our beds were on opposite sides of the room, with our desks between us. The lights were out, but it was a small room, and they weren't particularly modest. This wasn't making love quietly under the covers. It was an aggressive, loud, drunken fuck.

  I was, I guess… it is embarrassing to admit… stroking it to their sounds. She was a moaner, and as usual with girls he hooked up with, he was pushing her buttons just right. I kept peering over, trying to be smooth, not really succeeding.

  As the minutes passed, my eyes adjusted to the dark. There was some ambient light – the numbers on the clock radio, light from hallway coming in under the door, the moonlight through the windows.

  I looked over again, and she was riding him, her pale skin seeming to absorb all the light in the room. Her big tits were bouncing wildly. She was close and getting louder. He was slapping her ass. I was jacking like a fiend. And then she looked over at me, and despite the dark, our eyes met. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she growled orgasmically. I came too, so hard I saw stars, leaving me covered in my own jism.

  I wish I could say it was a one-time thing, but it wasn't. Chad still used the sock on the doorknob on occasion, when there was a girl he actually liked or a girl with some actual self-esteem, I guess. But watching Chad fuck sluts was a pretty regular part of my freshman year social life. I'd seen him do wild things to girls, bring out amazing reactions.

  ***

  Despite the pain of the situation, I knew I had to see what he was going to do with my wife.

  They'd locked the door, but it was a lovely evening, and I was pretty sure they wouldn't bother to close the door to the deck off the bedroom. I went into the guest room, and opened the window. I clambered out onto a wedge of roof. After two steps I realized how bad an idea it was. I was twenty feet above the ground, drunk, and the roof was steeper than I'd thought. It was a miracle I didn't break my neck.

  I managed to edge my way along until I was able to grab a hold of the deck railing. I kicked off my shoes, and they landed down below in the bushes. Then I flung myself onto the deck, landing barefoot and quietly enough that they didn't hear me.

  Sure enough the French doors were open, letting in a nice breeze that also caused the curtains to billow. I stood on the deck and peered into my own bedroom.

  They'd removed their shoes, but were otherwise fully clothed. Yet the scene was far from innocent. They were seated on the bed, two half-empty glasses of champagne on the bedside table, kissing passionately. They'd been at it for a while, their clothes disheveled, both of them breathing heavily.

  Chad bent down to kiss her neck, and she threw back her head in passion. Her eyes were glassy, her lipstick smudged. She was grasping at him, rubbing his shoulders, his back. He was caressing her tenderly, his hands on her face, tracing her ear lobes, fondling the nape of her neck.

  He was an active participant, but clearly holding back, responding to her, but not pushing the pace. He was turning her into the aggressor. Her hand groped at his crotch, and he didn't stop her, but his caresses remained focused on her arms, her neck, her shoulders, and her face.

  She grabbed at his shirt, undoing some buttons, ripping others, and then burying her face in his chest, fondling his powerful pectorals, kissing and sucking his nipples. She was now kneeling up on the bed, leaning over him. He rubbed her calves, the back of her knees, but his hands stayed far from her thighs, her breasts.

  She stood up suddenly and lifted her dress over her head, throwing it to the floor. She was a vision in black lace: demi-cup bra that barely contained her full breasts, her erect nipples stretching the fabric; matching thong panties that did little to hide her closely trimmed strawberry blond muff; and black, thigh-high stockings. She'd dressed up for me apparently.

  With a feral grunt, she launched herself at him, straddling him, her hips pumping, grinding her pelvis into his crotch. He rubbed her back, kissed her again. She moaned in frustration, tore off her bra, and tried to press her tits into his mouth. With a smile, he avoided her nipples, instead lightly kissing the valley between her boobs.

  Again, she jumped to her feet. This time she slid her panties over her hips, and let them drop to the floor. She stood before him now, swaying sensuously, two fingers sliding between her labia, exposing her puffy clit before plunging deep inside her. Her snatch glistened wetly, her fingers squishing in and out of her pussy.

  "Do you like what you see?" she moaned, inviting him to take her.

  Chapter Two: Possession

  He just sat there, hands on his thighs, a big grin on his face, saying nothing.

  I didn’t understand at first. It had been a long time after all. All I could think about was how sexy my wife was. I could never have resisted. Even now, I was tempted to rush in, seize her, throw her on the bed, bury my face in her crotch and eat that sweet, wet pussy until she gasped and thrashed and came again and again.

  And then I realized it. He wasn't just going to fuck my wife. He was going to possess her.

  ***

  Chad had a lot of theories about women. And given his amazing success with them I was inclined to listen. I mean, the guy was handsome, funny, and hung. That would have ensured some success no matter what. But that didn't explain the hold he had over some of these girls. I mean, they knew he was an epic womanizer, that they were just a notch on his belt, and yet they came back for more, again and again and again.

  His main theory was that during sex, women didn't get satisfaction from orgasms, but got orgasms from satisfaction, or something like that. The point was, women, especially hot women are so used to guys drooling all over them that what really turns them on is when they have to work for it.

  He also had a bunch of practical rules.

  Chad rule #1: "If you want to impress a girl in bed, don't eat her out." He wasn't against giving oral, per se, but he argued it often led to bad sex. It is submissive, and most girls want to be dominated. It's too easy as well. Any guy can get a girl off with his tongue, so girls don't respect it. And finally, it is too intense for a lot of girls and makes multiple orgasms impossible. "If you want to
get a girl off fast so you blow your load guilt free, go ahead. But that's all you're gonna get out of it."

  Chad rule #2: "Don't touch anything in the triangle between her tits and her pussy until she’s pumping her hips involuntarily." Most guys are in a rush to play with titty and get their fingers wet, but according to Chad the secret to really getting girls worked up is restraint so that they feel they've earned it. When you finally give them the cock, they need to feel like they worked for it.

  Chad rule #3: "No matter how good the fuck, no matter how mind blowing, always act a little disappointed so that their pride forces them to try even harder next time."

  I know it sounds crazy, and it isn't like Chad always practiced what he preached. But for a year, I saw an endless parade of some of the hottest ass on campus falling all over themselves to impress the guy.

  ***

  Chad was obviously implementing his strategy with my wife, and so far it was working like a charm.

  Finally Chad got to his feet and approached my wife. He placed his hands on her shoulders. She responded to his gentle prompting by eagerly dropping to her knees. It was as if she’d been waiting for permission. She reached for him, loosening his belt and drawing down his zipper, yanking his pants down until they pooled around his ankles. He was wearing boxer briefs, and she eagerly rubbed his bulge through the fabric, looking up at him excitedly, almost, I thought ungenerously, like a dog expecting a treat.

  She peeled the briefs off, freeing his thick, semi-rigid dong, which she immediately inhaled deep into her mouth. Staring up at him, she enthusiastically gobbled him down, bobbing wetly on his prick, her hand squishing up and down his shaft.

  My wife is a feminist, both self-described and in practice. But in that instant, she’d turned into a submissive slut, pleased, gratefully even that he was allowing her the honor of worshipping his cock.

  He smiled at her happily, his hands playfully mussing her hair as he stiffened in her mouth. When he was fully erect, she sat back on her heels and stroked him slowly, obviously admiring his hard, thick shaft and bulbous mushroom head. Then she leaned forward and slowly started licking his cock up and down, the tip of her tongue darting this way and that.

  I think if he’d let her, she’d have been willing to service him forever, or least until he came in her mouth or on her face, neither of which she’d ever allowed with me. Instead, he reached out his hand and encouraged her to her feet.

  She stood up and kissed him passionately, her hand stroking him firmly. Rising up on her tippy toes, she leaned into him, grinding against him, pressing his cock between her legs. She moaned sensuously as his hardness made contact with her wet slit. For a moment, I thought he might take her like that, standing up, but instead he withdrew and sat back down on the bed, an amused look on his face.

  He patted the bed beside him. Jessie groaned and the launched herself back at him, climbing into his lap, obviously intending to impale herself on his dick. I’d never seen her like this, this cock-hungry, this sexual.

  He easily deflected her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her onto the bed by his side. She pressed up against him, again reaching for his crotch.

  "I want it inside me," she hissed.

  "I know," he said with a grin. "But I haven't even tasted these yet."

  He pushed her onto her back, and leaned down to gently suckle her erect nipples. She has amazing nips, raspberry sized and incredibly sensitive. As he sucked one, he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting from her a round of heartbreakingly sensuous moans.

  She reached down between her legs and roughly fingered herself.

  "I'm so ready for you," she groaned as she pumped her hips up and down.

  Chad grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one hand as he continued to kiss, suck, and caress her body with the other. She groaned in frustration. She was literally writhing on the bed, moaning though quick, shallow breaths, her nipples fully erect and dark red, her skin waxy, legs splayed.

  "Please! I'll do anything," she begged.

  He chuckled and apparently took pity on her, rolling on top of her, her hands still pinned over her head. She was thrusting her hips against him, trying to capture his cock, but he stayed just out of reach. He kissed her tenderly.

  "Shhh, baby, just relax," he breathed.

  She groaned in frustration, but did as he suggested. They kissed again. He pressed his body against hers. He released her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His own hands cupped her face tenderly as they kissed passionately. I couldn't see him enter her, but her sudden satisfied sigh left no doubt what had happened.

  His ass rose and fell slowly as he penetrated her deeper with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her moans getting louder and louder, a sultry soundtrack to their coupling.

  "Give me all of it," she gasped.

  He smiled and rose up on his muscular arms. She veritably shivered in anticipation. His ass rose, and then with a powerful thrust he buried his fat tool fully inside my wife.

  She didn't make a sound at first. Her mouth gaped open and her eyelids fluttered. Then her body began to convulse in a series of jerky spasms.

  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she cried out, before again falling silent, her body now still except for her hips which continued to make slow circles. Her face now a mask of contented satisfaction.

  Chad gave her a moment to recover and then began to fuck her with long, deep, slow strokes that quickly seemed to rekindle her excitement.

  Chapter Three: Sui Generis

  I should have stopped it. Of course, I should. And I could have. Don’t think I don’t know that. I do. It would not have been pleasant, but had I stormed into the room, and demanded they stop, even going to the point of literally interposing myself between them, I could have stopped it. But I didn’t.

  Part of it was that I knew it would create a wound between me and Jessie that would never heal. It would have been too mortifying for words. At least if I let it happen, I might be hurt, but she would be apologetic. There was more of a future in that than in both of us being angry and resentful.

  And that’s the thing. I knew she’d be grateful. I knew it because he always left women not just satisfied, but almost giddy. I knew it because I’d been told outright that he was “one-of-a-kind.” In a way, in a very weird way, it was something I wanted Jessie to experience. Because I loved her, I was willing to give her a gift I knew she’d always cherish. And yet, as before, it was also heartbreaking.

  ***

  Janice was one of Chad's conquests. She was a raven-haired beauty, tall and slim, with piercing blue eyes. A senior. She could have been a model.

  She'd rated the sock on the doorknob, so I hadn't watched them making love. But from the way she started hanging around our room, it was obvious she was smitten. She reminded me a little of a cat who'd been given a bowl of milk and now returned to the same house over and over hoping for more.

  Chad was always perfectly nice to her, but he made it clear he wasn't looking for a relationship. Still they fooled around a few of more times, and that seemed good enough for her. She was under no illusion that he had any real feelings for her, or that she'd ever be more than a hook up to him, but even still she'd come around a couple of times a week and just hang out waiting for him if he was out. A few times she was there when he came home with another girl, and when that happened she'd just leave gracefully. The whole thing was baffling. She was just a gorgeous girl.

  Anyway, we got to be friends. Turns out we had a lot in common, at least intellectually, and it was fun talking with her. But finally, after a few weeks I just had to know what kept her coming back.

  "So, are you like in love with Chad?"

  She laughed, a delightful sound. "Why do you ask?"

  I shrugged. "I dunno. Just seems weird. I mean, you know there are a million guys on campus who'd love to be with you." I didn't need to mention I was one of those guys. She obviously knew.


  She nodded thoughtfully. "No, not in love. Infatuated maybe. Definitely in lust." She paused. "He's, well, pretty amazing in the sack. I know that seems shallow, but I have a real good time with him."

  "Well, but..."

  She cut me off, "I know what you're going to say. But, well, he's not my first. I've been, you know, around the block a few times."

  I snorted.

  "No really."

  I regarded her skeptically. "You seem so, I dunno, together or maybe even unattainable. Hard to imagine that."

  She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment. But what some guys see as unattainable, others see as a challenge. Especially, you know, older guys. I don't really want to get into all of that. I made a lot of mistakes. Started too young for one. But anyway, what I'm trying to say is that this isn't one of those cases of a girl falling for the guy who popped her cherry."

  "So what is it? Is it just that he's big?"

  She laughed. "You guys are funny. You always think it’s a size thing."

  "Well, I mean, he is, right? That's what everyone says."

  "Says, huh?" She said with a smirk. I blushed a deep red. "I've had bigger. But yeah, look, he's a stud all around. And yes, he does have a beautiful cock. Big, but not too big. That's not the main thing."

  "So?"

  "It's hard to explain." She hesitated. "It's like he can read my mind or something. It's not that he does anything that other guys don't. There is no double secret technique or anything. It's just that, well, he gives me exactly what I need when I need it."

  "But couldn't you just tell a guy what you want?"

  "Yeah, but sometimes you don't even quite know what you want, ya know? He's very intuitive, I guess. And it's not just one size fits all either. I mean a friend of mine, Rachel, hooked up with him, and she kept going on about how good he was, but the way she described it, all spanking and choking and shit, it just didn't seem appealing. But I dunno, from how she was raving I decided to give it a shot. But with me he was totally different. He was tender, slow. I didn't even know I could come just from having my nipples touched."