Getting What She Wants

From : Frank Lantern

To : Alicia and Ethan

Note : This is meant to be read when you are both eighteen years old, so if you haven’t reached that age then stop reading now and wait until you do reach it.

Ever since I started high school, I have always been a helpless and socially inept nerd boy, and have always failed at approaching other students, especially girls I was interested in. This was due to my own insecurity. Only one ever went out with me, and I found out she only did it because of a dare. Needless to say, I did not enjoy those years and was very pleased to graduate.

So imagine how excited I was, when, after just two weeks at university, I was approached by a girl who was also a first year and asked out. Her name was Amy and she was quite pretty, with long brunette hair, big eyes and a cute button nose, along with a slender, curvy body. She told me that she heard me make a joke during one of our classes and found me really funny, and would want to get to know me better. Of course, being an outcast longing for some affection, I immediately agreed.

That afternoon we went to a local cafe together, where the two of us had snacks and drank some coffee. I listened to her as she animatedly talked about her life. “I’ve been a cheerleader since high school, you know? We used to have so many parties back then. All my friends and I were completely wild!” she told me.

“That sounds really cool! So what else do you enjoy?” I asked her, wanting to get to know her better. Amy smiled at me brightly, sipping her iced latte before continuing.

“I also like shopping a lot. What about you, though? You’ve only been listening to me the entire time,” she now asked me as I took another bite of the wonderful blueberry cheesecake on the table.

I drank some of my own iced coffee for a bit, replying “Most of the time I prefer reading books or watching films in my room. Sometimes I’d go for a walk outside though. Get some fresh air, you know? Better than spending the entire day cooped up in my bedroom on the couch, anyways.”

“What movies do you like,” Amy quizzed, looking interested.

We spent the next ten minutes there like that, gradually learning more about each other and then leaving to get back to campus, parting at the door to my dorm room. She held my hand tenderly, caressing my knuckles with her fingers. The touch sent electricity up my spine, and I knew I was going to end up falling for this girl.

“I like you a lot, Frank,” she whispered, leaning in close to kiss me gently on the lips, before walking away, leaving me standing there, stunned.

I immediately went inside the room where my roommate Paul was sitting on a chair and having some burger and fries. He looked up at me and smirked. Frowning, I asked him why he was grinning like such an idiot. The guy didn’t say anything, only tapping his lips with a finger.

Quickly, I went to a mirror and checked my reflection. Sure enough, there was lipstick smudged where Amy pecked me earlier. I was now very embarrassed by this as Paul started laughing heartily now, before walking over to give me a congratulatory pat on the back.

“Looks like you are not as helpless as you think, mate,” he said, returning to finish off the rest of his burger while I inwardly continued to swoon at what Amy did earlier. It was easily the best evening of my life up until that point. Even better than when the girl who asked me out on a dare went out with me for a couple of days, since even back then I kinda knew something was going on and that she wasn’t really interested in me.

Over the next few weeks we regularly hung out together and went to many places around campus in our free time. She also got me to help her study when we were together in her room, although that often ended up in us cuddling on her bed for an hour at a time.

There was one problem with our relationship though, and that was her best friend Katherine Henrison. She was on the women’s basketball team and very athletic. The redhead girl was quite arrogant and spoiled, since a lot of guys were groveling at her feet because she was seriously hot, with her long dirty blonde hair, gorgeous face and stunning body. Her clothes always accentuated her figure, showing off her round, drool-worthy breasts, washboard stomach and muscular thighs and ass.

She always spoke to me in a demeaning tone, calling me a loser and asking Amy why she was even bothering going out with a dork like myself. This always left me quite embarrassed as my girlfriend would then have to defend her relationship with me, telling Katherine that I was very sweet to her and that she enjoyed being with me very much, and that Katherine should stop sticking her nose where it wasn’t wanted.

Katherine just snorted with derision at the argument. “You can do so much better than him, though,” that beautiful yet cruel woman once said, when I was standing right next to them. “A lot of hot guys would want to tap your ass. I know Marcus wants to and he’s the one of the hottest guys on the football team. Rumor has it he is great in the sack. Just look at this loser you’re with. I’m guessing he’s still a virgin. Probably only four inches at best.”

I was and still am only three inches.

“But Katherine,” Amy responded, getting exasperated. “You know I don’t care about any of that. He’s my boyfriend and I like him very much. Can you please stop bringing up other guys now?”

“Fine. Just remember what I said though. He isn’t anywhere near good enough for you.” Katherine then turned those alluring eyes straight towards mine. “And you,” she said to me. “Enjoy this relationship while it lasts because sooner or later, she will come to her senses and fuck someone else who is better than you will ever be. Mark my words, twerp. She is going to want a real man, not some limp geek with sticks for arms like you.”

Despite her beautiful friend’s constant attempt to steer her away from me and towards much more attractive guys, Amy remained faithful and we continued to date happily.

After two months of us being together, Amy decided to take our relationship to the next level. She wanted to fuck me. I learnt this one day when she asked me to come over to her room and then hung a sock on the doorknob. Being naive and inexperienced, I had no idea what that was a signal for and was thus shocked when she started removing her clothes in front of me. Amy looked at me with a seductive glint in her eyes as she took off her blouse and trousers, followed by her bra and panty.

“Baby, are you sure about this?” I asked her. “I don’t want to hurry you…”

“It’s okay, Frank. I want to give you my first time.”

Before I knew what was happening, Amy removed my own clothes and was lying down on the bed, pulling me down on top of her, both of us completely naked. She slipped a condom over my cock, guiding me past the entrance to her forbidden fruit, gasping as I entered her. Amy kept her hands on my butt, pulling me down as she thrusted up, the friction proving blissful for me as I luxuriated in the warmth of her vagina.

I kept my hands by the sides of her head, supporting my own weight and struggling, trying to keep them steady as I started pistoning in and out of her snatch, moving my hips. Her pussy was so tight around my rubber-covered dick as I withdrew before re-entering her repeatedly. It felt as though her insides were a clenched fist tightening around my tool like a glove, squeezing delightfully, stimulating my nerve centers.

“That’s it baby. Make love to me,” Amy breathed shallowly, gasping as she held on to my frail back, pulling me in and out of her cunt, legs spread apart. I was barely able to stop myself from cumming right then, the sensation of first time sex almost overwhelming me immediately.

Slowly, I began to thrust down, trying to control my pace the best I could as she gripped my butt, her nails digging into my asscheeks. Grunting with the effort to hold back, I flexed my hip with each stroke, burying my rod in her warm folds repeatedly as she gasped, meeting my jabs with her own, rising up, arching her back.

As I started to moan, so did she, her molten folds bunching around my tool, as I immersed myself in her fleshy walls, completely lost to the warmth of her tunnel. The linings bunched around me as I drove into her with my turgid penis again and again, now moaning loudly.

“Come on, Frank. Fuck me harder, baby. I want you to cum for me,” Amy cried out, now thrusting up rapidly with her hips, bringing down one hand to stimulate her clitoris as I drilled her with my tool, rubbing all over the pleasure button with her fingers. Eventually, it proved too much.

With a final cry I began unloading semen into the condom, my dick buried in her warm, love tunnel as she thrusted upwards, shrieking as she brought herself to her own orgasm with the help of my dick and her fingers. I fell down on my side next to her and sighed in contentment, draping the sheets over both of us and holding her tightly.

“Thank you so much, baby. It was wonderful. I love you,” I said before realizing the words left my mouth. Amy gasped and turned to look directly at my flushed face.

She stared with an inscrutable expression on her pretty face before answering “I love you too, baby.”

Later, when Katherine heard about what we did, she glared at me coldly. It chilled me to the bone. Amy tried to tell her that I was a good boyfriend and the sex was good. Katherine was still clearly upset though, and she wasn’t afraid to show it with her scathing words and actions.

“Hey, wimp,” she said to me as I attempted to sneak past her, a large, muscular guy I assumed she was dating behind her. “You should know she probably faked that orgasm for your benefit. I mean, look at you. Which woman would ever actually get turned on by that stupid face?” Her deep, sensual voice cut me deeply with the words she was spewing from those full, pouty lips.

“Please stop,” I resorted to begging the athletic woman. “I really don’t know why you hate me so much. I never did anything to hurt you!” She snorted derisively at my futile attempt, hands on her hips as she eyed me with disdain, her gracefully shaped nose wrinkling slightly.

“I didn’t realize you could be any more pathetic than you already were. Why she ever thought going out with you is a good idea, I’ll never understand. She’s way too good for someone like you. You know that, right? You’re not her Mr. Right ; you’re just her Mr. Right Now, and sooner or later she’ll find a sexy man with a large cock who can blow her back out properly.

From that moment on, she amped up her verbal assaults on me over the next two weeks, along with her attempts to sway Amy towards cheating. Gradually I became used and desensitized to it, only feeling stabs of pain in my heart from her cruel words from time to time. I told myself that it will be alright since Amy wouldn’t listen to the rubbish she’s trying to fill her head with.

And at first that seemed to be the case, with us being as close as ever. I would go over to her room and we would have sex several times over the weeks, with me eating her pussy afterwards if she hasn’t already orgasmed, making sure she got to cum every session. Sometimes we would do it in my room as well but hers was always the one we preferred.

Not only was the sex wonderful but I also began to thought about spending the rest of my life with her and how I was going to propose to her one day. I was lovestruck and perfectly content with it, knowing that I wanted to one day start waking up next to her everyday for the remainder of my existence.

So it was alarming for me when she suddenly started hanging out with Katherine more often than that. I suppose I should have been able to spot trouble when Amy began cancelling our dates an hour before they were to take place, telling me that Katherine wanted her help with some assignments and saying sorry, and that we would meet up later. At first she did. But as time went on, we rarely had those promised make up dates. She kept forgetting about them or making other appointments.

Over time Amy also got colder to me in general, turning her face as I went to kiss her so I could only get her cheek. She would give me short answers in a curt tone and be distracted by something else whenever I approach her. We spent less and less time together with each passing day. And through it all, Katherine always shot me her notorious smug expressions, those elegant lips upturned at the corners in a self-satisfied way.

By our second semester, she was only talking to me after I pestered her and snapped whenever I did so. I started keeping distance between us and she seemed quite happy with that. I didn’t know what’s gotten into her but those curt replies eventually turned into a one or two word answer.

And then she stopped giving me even those.

I was completely lost. It felt like I was by myself in the world. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Whenever I tried to talk to her she just walked away. It became increasingly more frustrating for me to figure out exactly what was going on.

One day, I had enough and asked her “Are we breaking up or something?”

Amy stopped in her tracks, gazing at me. She sighed before saying “I’m busy,” leaving me there as she walked away down the hall. Katherine, who was always beside her, just smirked at me maliciously, trailing behind Amy.

It all came to a head one day when I decided to give the relationship one final try. Walking to the door of her dorm room, I mentally prepared a speech in my head for this. Never before had I been so nervous about talking to Amy, not even before we got into a relationship.

Knocking, I was surprised after trying the doorknob to find it unlocked. I entered and immediately wished I didn’t.

Inside the room, lying naked on the bed, was my girlfriend Amy, her sloppy cunt drenched with semen as a massive guy pounded into her. Her eyes were screwed shut, mouth hanging open in an expression of incredible pleasure, slim arms stretched out as her sweating, flushed body thrashed beneath the huge man. He was drilling her snatch, filling up her insides with his veiny meat. She was completely stuffed with that monster dick, stretched out from the girth.

Hearing the door open, Amy’s eyes opened and fixed on mine in surprise, before that was lost to bliss as the man continued fucking her lithe body on the bed, where we made love before she started getting distant.

“I, ahh, I I’m sorry, Frank. Ahhhh!” she gasped, continuing to flop about under the rapidly moving body, her ankles locked on his back. “B But you’re so s small. Marcus is m much b bigger! He’s been fucking me almost everyday for two months now! He fucks me much better than you! You are too small for me! I barely feel anything with you!”

By now I was in tears, sobbing at the painful sight before my eyes.

Marcus looked over his shoulder at me with a cruel smile across his face, driving back into her stretched out cunt. He entered her again and again as she moaned, looking straight at me with guilt that was quickly replaced by more pleasure. The man’s dick kept on slamming inside her.

Amy continued gasping, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pussy was speared by the pole thrusting in and out, gushing her juices out all over the slab. His throbbing rod mercilessly wrecked that cunt, tearing into it with powerful movements.

“It feels s so amazing! Oh, he’s making me cum again! He’s still hard after cumming inside me once!”

Her hands reached up to grip his buttocks, pulling him down inside her searing pussy. He continued banging her before letting out a grunt and spraying his seed in her vagina.

“I’m sorry, Frank. But you can’t make me feel good anymore. You can’t make me happy like his cock does,” Amy said with guilt in her eyes, before turning to look reverently at Marcus, who was by now sneering at me with contempt, before sliding out of her and walking towards me.

“Your girlfriend is mine now, loser,” he hissed, shoving me back into the hallway, slamming the door shut in my face.

My face was drenched in sorrowful tears, as I started making my way back to my room, humiliated. People stared at me and began whispering, and pointed fingers at me. Judging from the looks, I assumed that most of them already knew before I did that I was a dumb cuckold. Some even looked like they were trying to hide their laughter, having fun at my expense.

After what felt like forever I finally reached the room I shared with Paul. Entering, I saw him on the couch, making out with a blonde he was after since one of the first days on campus. He quickly swivelled around the sound of my sniffling and extricated himself from the tangle of limbs they were, looking at me with that combination of curiosity and concern.

The girl, Emma, also stared at me as well, before I said to them “Sorry. Didn’t realize you guys were… whatever.” I was about to walk back out the door when Paul rushed over, grabbing me by the wrist. I turned around, looking at him with my red-eyes, puffed up from all the sobbing.

“Are you okay, buddy? Is anyone giving you a hard time?” he asked me, worry etched in his voice. We’ve grown to become really good friends over the past months and his concern for me was touching, but now what I needed right now, even though I really appreciated it a lot.

“I just found out my girlfriend was fucking someone else for a month,” I admitted to him, still sniffling, starting to cry a little bit again but forcing myself not to. I have already shed enough tears for her today, I told myself. I must remain strong and not allow the grief to overcome me.

Paul wrapped his arms around me, embracing me like a brother. “It’s okay, man. You should go get some rest. Get to bed. Me and Emma can go and continue that elsewhere, right?” he asked her pointedly. Emma nodded her head firmly, giving me a reassuring look, mouthing the words ‘It’s fine’ to me, before heading off after Paul.

Once they left the room, I got onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. There were a few more drops of tears streaming out but overall I was handling it a bit better now. Perhaps I have already shed all the tears I have. That’s when I realized I wasn’t actually better; it was simply a case of all my tears having evaporated. Heck, if I wasn’t a good kid I would have snuck out to get some booze to drown my sorrows in. But I didn’t allow myself to do that.

I cleaned my face and sat down on the bed, deciding not to go right to sleep. No, that wouldn’t do me any good. What I had to do was accept it. That’s how to process grief. To recognize that I couldn’t change what has already happened to me. And that was what I tried to force myself to do, putting behind as much of the horrible thoughts floating around in my mind as I could.

It took me about ten minutes to stop myself from constantly feeling that lump in my throat. I eventually decided to give in and lie down on the bed, hands clasped behind my head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. There was still despair in my mind, to be sure, but not so much depression as that fateful moment when I walked in on the most heartbreaking sight a young man could ever experience.

And then Katherine walked into the room. With that shit-eating grin of hers on her face, her hands placed on her hips, she looked at me. Her green eyes fixated on mine as she kicked the door shut behind her with the heel of her foot. I still remember how she looked in her cardigan and short, pleated skirt, twirling her long, curly bangs with her fingers as she smirked at me.

“Are you happy now?” I asked her before she could get a word out. “Are you happy that Amy finally did what you wanted? That she cheated on me and got fucked by another guy, and told me I would never be able to satisfy her with my dick?”