Chapter 2

Wednesday October 7

That eavesdropped conversation last week left me curious what people are saying about the Chi Omicron girls, so I modified my script to constantly watch for key words and send me an email when they come up. Here’s another one.

Peyton: How’s life in smoochy-town with your new girlfriend?

Mark: Um ... weird.

Peyton:??

Mark: I just found out that Allison was in Chi Omicron - that sorority that got busted for prostitution.

Peyton: OMG! How do you know?

Mark: Facebook tagged her in a photo of the some sorority event.

Peyton: Have you talked to her about it?

Mark: No, not yet. Just found out.

Mark: But damn. What if she fucked professors for grades? I just don’t know what to think about that.

Peyton: Don’t rush to any judgments - just talk to her. A lot of those girls were expelled, and some were arrested. The fact that she’s still going to school here means maybe she didn’t do any of that stuff.

Mark: Or maybe they just didn’t have enough proof to make a case.

Peyton: Just talk to her.

Peyton: Anyway, even if it is true, maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe she’s had her sexual horizons expanded, and she’ll be willing to do all kinds of sick kinky shit with you.

Mark: Like what?

Peyton: I don’t know. Dress up in costumes and let you spank her?

Mark:...

Mark: Seriously?

Peyton: I don’t know! Substitute your own fantasies!

Mark: You’re such a virgin!

Peyton: :P

I added Mark and Peyton’s names to my keyword list. I want to know how this turns out.

Thursday October 8

“I think you should fuck her.” That’s what I actually said to Miles tonight when he was talking about his ex’s visit. Fuck! What was I thinking???

I guess there’s all kinds of latent sexual energy still between them, and a need for closure, or something like that. I honestly tried to understand it, but I couldn’t. Miles was telling me all this stuff, not because he was asking for permission to fuck her or out of guilt, but because seeing her again brought back all kinds of forgotten feelings.

But really, how could I tell him no? Miles was super understanding when I told him that I had been blackmailed into sex with Mr. Demarco while we were dating. He was even understanding when I reluctantly told him that I had liked it ... a lot.

I want to be a good girlfriend. I want to be someone who’s supportive and enabling. I don’t want to be jealous and clingy. That’s what I was trying to do when I encouraged Miles to sleep with Molly. Now, though, jealous and clingy are exactly what I’m feeling.

Saturday October 10

Gah! I can’t stand not knowing. I’ve tried everything to distract myself: 100 rounds at the shooting range. 45 minutes of laps in the rec center pool. I even tried Internet erotica. I had to drive to a remote parking lot and get myself off in my car because my roommate won’t ever leave the damned room.

I’m fighting the urge to instant-message Miles. I don’t want to be one of those girls.

Sunday October 11

I broke down and sent Miles a message.

Lexi: Thinking of you. :)

He didn’t respond for two excruciating hours. But when he did, it set me at ease.

Miles: Love you too, Lexi. :*

Tuesday October 13

Miles did sleep with Molly. He didn’t want to tell me at first. He said that he had gotten closure and asked that we leave it at that. I told him that I was more jealous than I thought I would be, and that not knowing was stressing me out. So now I know.

Things were a little weird, talking, after that. I’m not worried. We’ll come back into focus as a couple. Okay, I am worried, but optimistic. I watched some of Miles’ stream this morning and he seemed happy. I’ll be driving back home to visit him this weekend.

Wednesday October 14

Here’s the follow-up on that last Chi Omicron dialog.

Mark: I talked to Allison - you know, about the sorority thing.

Peyton: And? Is she still your little snuggle-wumpus?

Mark: I hate it when you talk like that.

Mark: So yeah, she was in the sorority. Last year was her first year as a full member, and the first year she knew anything about the sex-for-grades racket. I guess there was all kinds of horrible peer pressure at that point. They basically made her do it.

Peyton: Do what, exactly? I mean, did she tell you?

Mark: They made her go to bed with some horrible lesbian professor. She’s straight, but somebody had to do it and one of the sisters in charge didn’t like her.

Peyton: So how are you dealing with all this?

Mark: I guess I don’t blame her. It’s not really something she chose. It’s just like something bad that happened to her. But here’s the thing - she also says that because of this experience, she needs to take some time away from sex. Maybe months.

Mark: I mean, I’m cool with taking it slow, for sure. But what happens if I fall in love and it turns out she’s permanently broken?

Peyton: Well, I guess you’ve got a drawer full of socks for that contingency.

Mark: Huh?

Peyton: You put your dick in the sock, and then you spooge, and it makes you feel good.

Mark: Where do you get this shit?

Peyton: I read it online somewhere. Why? Do guys not do that?

Those two have a cool relationship. I wish I had a friend like Peyton to talk to.

Friday October 16

Oh god, I fucked up! This evening couldn’t possibly have gone any worse!

Miles knew that I was coming in tonight, but I couldn’t wait so I showed up early. I had made an effort to be sexier than normal - a little makeup, a miniskirt, a sexy bra just barely visible through a half-buttoned blouse. I even tried a garter, even though it felt sort of silly.

Miles wasn’t home when I got to his apartment so I let myself in. I guess I should have texted him to tell him that I was coming in early, but I figured it would be a nice surprise. So I waited for him on his couch, all dolled-up, until he came home.

“Lexi! Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting you so early,” he said when he came in and saw me.

“Hello, boyfriend!” I said back.

I didn’t waste any time getting his pants off and sucking his dick on the couch. It took a little while to get him hard, but I figured maybe he had jerked off before dinner or something.

“Is there anything you want?” I asked, pausing the lip action I was giving his cock head. “If there’s anything that she did that you really liked, I promise I can learn it.”

“Lexi, don’t worry about her. Let’s just be us, okay?” I went back to sucking his dick.

Pretty soon Miles pulled me up onto the couch with him. I was beside him, kissing him, with one leg draped over his lap. He had one hand on the back of my head, firmly holding me in a kiss. With the other hand he loosened my clothing, zippers buttons and hooks, until it was all draped on me in the most tentative of ways.

I let all of my clothing fall off of me as I moved to my hands and knees on the floor - well, everything except the garter and my glasses. Like a good boyfriend should, Miles knelt behind me and, with achingly slow deliberation, stuck his cock in my pussy.

I was loving it, and Miles was definitely getting into the groove, but neither of us was to the point of uncontrolled moaning yet. I took this as a chance for conversation. “You know I would let you do anything to me, right?” I said. “Like, if you and Molly did anal and you decided...”

“Christ Lexi!” Miles said. He pulled out and sat on the couch, leaving me feeling foolish on my hands and knees. “Do you want to know what Molly did for me?” He asked. “She reminded me that it’s not supposed to be so god damned difficult!”