Chapter 9: A Beginning

“What’s the deal with you and Max?”

We were lying in bed, trying to catch our breath. My poor little snatch was sore, open and oozing. Jake was next me, panting. His firm ripped body coated in sweat. And his cock was still hard and twitching. He had just spent two hours pleasuring me with that cock, as well as his fingers and his tongue.

We had only been dating for three months. But I was in love. I hadn’t told him yet, fearful that it might scare him off. We had met outside the chem building before class. I thought he was a TA or at least a senior. Fuck me was I surprised that he was freshman. He was hot, with the body of a jock and the smile of a model. As we talked I quickly figured out he was super smart, but shy as fuck. But he knew everyone and worked hard to being so kind and sweet. We quickly became fast friends.

Hanging out every day one thing became quickly apparent. He had fantastic style. I was shook. He must be gay. I remember the day I said that out aloud in front of him. Jake laughed so hard. His bestie Max was the gay one as well as the person who picked out Jake’s outfits.

“So why haven’t you asked me out?”

“I’ve only known you two weeks.”

His argument was so cute. Normally guys are asking me out after two minutes. Jake was a sweet guy who wanted to get to know me first. So I asked him out. He was very clear from the beginning that he would only move as fast or slow as I wanted. It was perfect. Yet as close as we got, as much as we shared there was things I never knew. He kept parts of his life apart.

“What’s the deal with you and Max?”

Last night had been our three month anniversary and we had a blast on our date before coming back to my apartment to fuck and make love all night long. I was thinking about pushing us to the next level in our relationship. Officially using the terms boyfriend and girlfriend. I wasn’t sure Jake would want to, he could be so hard to read. That’s the main reason I had to know.

“What’s the deal with you and Max?”

“Well...” he slowly answered with a long nervous pause. “Max is, he’s my boyfriend.”

A million and one thoughts passed thru my mind. Emotions of hurt, arousal, confusion, love, lust, anger and desire, flashed. Jake is gay? No cause he fucked me so good. He’s cheating on me? No because we never had that conversation. Who’s the top, and who’s the bottom? Fuck Max was amazing and hot and funny and fuck Jake is so out of my league.

“Jen. Are you ok? I’m sorry I never said anything.”

I had apparently gone still and quiet for several minutes. Jake later told me that he started thinking about just leaving.

“Do you love him?”

“With all my heart.”

“Do you love me?”

“Entirely.”

“So where does that leave us?”

“With only two questions, Jen. First, do you love me.”

“Oh Jake, more than I ever thought possible.”

“Then do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“What about Max?”

“Well he’s gay, so he won’t want to be your boyfriend. But I won’t give him up.”

“Wow. Ok, well I can’t, no I won’t be upset over your honesty. I don’t think I could ask you to give him up. So yes I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Great! So it’s official.”

Jake shifted onto his hip and leaned into kiss my neck. Fuck he always hit the right spots. It was like he just knew when and where to touch me to bring the most pleasure. He started to slid his fingers into me when I stopped him.