Little Green-Eyed Monster

One emotion I'm not comfortable with is jealousy. I don't have time to deal with jealous guys and with the kind of romantic life I've lead there's really no room or excuse for me to get jealous. So it's tough for me to deal with when I feel it.

I have a friend, Steve, with whom I probably have what is closest to a "normal" dating relationship. We hardly ever get together just or primarily to fuck, as is the case with most guys I know. Usually we'll get together to go to dinner or a movie or a bike ride and then often, but not always, we'll fuck afterward. Sometimes we don't fuck, though, and we're both fine with that. Even the day I met him we didn't fuck, and I was topless at the time. Although he dates and fucks other women, he's one of the few people, man or woman, in my circle of friends who doesn't customarily fuck my other friends. The opportunities have been there for him, he gets along with all of them and they've made it quite clear to both him and me that they're willing to fuck him, but he's never taken them up on that. He's even slept naked in a bed with me and Kayla and not made a move on her. After a while I never bothered questioning why things were this way and I've come to take it for granted that that's how things would stay.

A few weeks ago, a couple of weeks after Kayla and I went to New York together, I was out with Steve. He was quiet most of the night, which is unusual, but not unheard of for him. When we got back to my place we started getting down to it. He had just pulled my pants off and worked his tongue back up my thighs when he stopped. He crawled up on top of me and said "I gotta tell you something."

"What?," I asked.

"While you and Kayla were away I got together with Karyn."

"What do you mean you got together with her?"

"I mean I called her up one night, she invited me over, and we spent the night together."

This just wasn't sinking in for me. If any other of my friends had been telling me this it would have been obvious to me what he was talking about, but I guess I just didn't want to believe this. "You spent the night together doing what?"

"You know. I slept with her."

"You mean you fucked her?" Now I knew what he was saying and I could feel myself getting upset about it, though I couldn't tell you why, and I wasn't going to let him get off easy.

"Well, yeah, we fucked. We slept together too, but mostly we fucked."

"How many times did you fuck?"

"Hmmm...about five times, I guess."

"You fucked Karyn five times? In one night?"

"Yeah. We fucked twice, then we went to bed. We woke up and fucked twice in the night, then fucked again when we woke up in the morning." Steve and I had never fucked more than three times in one night, and I'd been happy with that. Now he tells me that he fucked Karyn five times in one night. I wasn't getting to feeling any better about this.

"Where did you fuck her?"

"In her living room and her bedroom. Mostly in her bed."

"No, I mean, where? What hole?"

"Oh. Her pussy and her ass."

"Did you cum in her ass?"

"Yeah. I came in her ass once, and in her pussy all the other times."

"What else?"

"What else?"

"Yeah, what else? What else did you do with her?"

"Well, I fisted her. Just her pussy, not her ass. And I ate my cum out of her pussy. Twice. Mostly we just fucked."

"So how did this happen? How did you come to fuck Karyn? You never wanted to fuck Karyn before."

"Well no, that's not true. I've always wanted to fuck Karyn. I just never made any move to do it, though. One night I was horny, though, and you were gone, and I was looking at a picture on her webpage of her giving head, and I just figured I'd give her a call. So we talked for a couple minutes on the phone, then she asked me if I wanted to come over. So, I did, and we...fucked."

"So if you always wanted to fuck Karyn, how come you never did?"

"I don't know. I guess it just never seemed right while you were around. I mean, with you around, I never needed to fuck Karyn. I had you."

"Do I have other friends you want to fuck?"

"Well, yeah. I'd obviously love to fuck Kayla, and I can't tell you how many times I had to go home and masturbate after leaving here while TJ was staying with you. That girl did about everything but sit on my face. And Irina looks pretty good."

"So why didn't you ever fuck any of them?"

"It just didn't seem like the right thing to do."

"But now it does?"

"Well, when you were gone it did. I mean, you weren't here, you were in New York fucking Kayla and who knows who else, and I felt like fucking. I know you've fucked Karyn's boyfriend and I have no idea how many other guys have fucked two or more of you. I don't get why you're making this into such a big deal." I didn't know why either. My relationship with Steve was different than my relationships with other guys and his relationships with my girlfriends was different than my other boyfriends' relationships with them were. He didn't fuck them before, and until he did I didn't realize how much I liked that. But I didn't know what to do about that now, or even if I could or should do anything about it.

While we'd been talking he'd gotten off of me and was on his side beside me on the sofa. He'd had his hand circling on my thighs and now he slipped two fingers inside of me. The images in my head of him fucking Kayla, of his cock in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, of him eating his cum out of her pussy, had me pretty aroused and his fingers entered me pretty easily. He took them and circled my nipples with them, then bent over me and licked, then bit, pretty hard, my left nipple. "Are we done with this?" I nodded and he climbed back on top of me, entering me roughly and quickly while he pulled my hair, hard, yanking my head back off the sofa. There was no affection as he gave me a mad fuck, trying to hurt me as he fucked me deep and hard. He flipped us over and put his hands on my ass. He put two fingers in my ass as deep as he could and pulled it open as he continued to fuck my pussy. He bit my shoulder, neck and arm and scratched my back with his other hand as he gave me the meanest roughest fuck he ever had. When I thought he was about to cum he stopped instead. He picked me up and laid me out on the floor (Steve is about 10" taller than me and a hundred pounds heavier) and quickly entered my ass, which he fucked as hard, deep, and rough as he had my pussy. When he finally came we were both soaked in sweat and panting hard and it was all he could do to just lie there on top of me for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. Then he started licking me, licking the sweat from my shoulder and neck, my breasts, my belly. Then he licked my pussy and for the first time ever he ate his cum out of my ass. He got on top of me and kissed me and let me lick his cum off his lips and then he fucked me again, just ten minutes after he'd finished before. We went to bed then, but we both made sure that we fucked three more times before Kayla showed up at 5 in the morning and he got dressed and went home.

So now I'm still feeling a little mad at Karyn, although I know I have no right to. We've both fucked each others' boyfriends before and it never occurred to either of us to ask permission first. I know I'm not really mad at Steve or Karyn. I'm just upset because my "special" relationship with Steve has changed. I don't know if he's now going to start fucking all my other friends and I don't know that if I did I would really mind that so much. I would certainly love to be part of that. Even if he doesn't, though, I know that he does want to, and I've already known that they want to fuck him and because of all that I now know I have this little motherfucker named jealousy skipping around in my head and heart. I hate that.