Caught! Pt. 18

She turned around, looked into Jon's eyes, then wrapped him in her arms. She'd come to Jon's room to make him feel better, and he'd made her feel wonderful. She was so sad for him. Once again, Jon had been humiliated by a woman who was supposed to be his girlfriend. Word spread quickly that Margeaux dropped her classes and moved out of her sorority so she could move in with a man she'd just met. And fucked. While Jon was at his grandmother's funeral. Margeaux had been well-liked on campus for many good reasons. Her behavior was baffling to everyone except Jon, who'd heard the story of the trauma that would always make her care about herself more than others.

Jon and Brenda remained in bed, talking, kissing, and caressing each other's naked bodies. He was touched by Brenda's thoughtfulness, and he didn't want her to go. She had no intention of going anywhere until the next day, when they'd have to get out of bed and go to their classes. Being with Jon reminded Brenda of how much she enjoyed him sexually. She made a decision.

She would dump her boyfriend the next time she saw him. He'd had plenty of time to learn to love her the way she wanted, and he'd resisted every step of the way. He still expected blowjobs, even though he almost never ate her pussy without an argument. Brenda had known for some time that she'd never be satisfied with him. She'd put off the decision to say goodbye because it was easier that way, and because she didn't want to be alone again. But she would graduate in a few months, and it was a good time to end a relationship that was so unsatisfying.

Jon and Brenda made love again the next morning. He fucked her in the ass again, so her bottom had a pleasant ouchy feeling that came from having a cock pound inside it for so long. Every step she took reminded her of what they had done. She felt it every time she sat down. She told Jon that he meant a lot to her and he was welcome in her bed whenever he wanted. It turned out that he wanted it a lot, and he and Brenda made love repeatedly for the rest of the semester.

It also turned out that Brenda wasn't the only coed who felt bad about the way Margeaux abandoned and humiliated him. There were several girls who'd posed for Jon, then had sex a few times. Several of them reached out to Jon and invited him to their rooms. One girl, Phoebe, had considered asking Jon to take nude photos of him, but she'd never worked up the courage. Hearing about Margeaux gave Phoebe the motivation to call Jon and ask him to photograph her, and posing turned out to be a remarkably erotic experience. They made love on the couch in the studio, then went to Phoebe's room and did it again. They did it again when Jon delivered the memory stick containing the edited images, and they kept doing it regularly until graduation.

One of the women who'd posed for Jon and then had sex with him was Freya, and she began pursuing him with a surprising, unexpected fervor. They'd made love twice after the photo sessions, then didn't see each other again. Margeaux had predicted that Jon would be invited to have sex with a few women who simply wanted to add him to the list of men they'd fucked. He thought Freya might be a woman like that. But suddenly, Freya started contacting Jon every day, asking bluntly if he'd like to have sex. He agreed almost every time; the only exceptions happened when his classes and his other women made him too busy, but he always suggested times they could meet in the next day or two. The only men on campus getting more sex than Jon were the ones who with girlfriends who liked to have sex several times every day.

It was flattering to be so sought after by Freya. He liked the way she tasted, and he adored the enthusiasm she showed for his cock. Some people claimed that Europeans were more liberated sexually, and Freya certainly seemed that way.

She had a kink Jon had never seen before. She was very fond of the way his cum felt in her pussy. She'd groan "fill me up" every time Jon began to cum.

Jon surprised her once by taking his cock from her pussy and slipping it into her ass without warning. Lots of girls had loved it when Jon introduced them to anal sex that way. Freya didn't like it. She wasn't rude about it, but when it was over she asked Jon not to do that again. He agreed, of course, and he waited around long enough so his cock could recover sufficiently for him to have sex with her again. She seemed pleased when he came inside her, but he remembered that Freya must be one of those women who got no pleasure from anal sex.

Freya began texting Jon every morning to ask him to have sex. He arranged for them to meet up early so he'd have time for Brenda or some other woman later. Jon was almost as busy as he had been before Margeaux left.

One night Jon had a completely unexpected visitor. It was Spike, the girl who'd been Margeaux's girlfriend. When he opened the door he could tell she'd been crying. He invited her in, and she began crying again as soon as she came inside.

"It hurts so much," Spike said. "I knew it would hurt, but I didn't know it would hurt so much." Jon wrapped his arms around her. It was easy to imagine how much Spike had loved Margeaux. They'd both loved her.

"I miss her too," Jon said.

"I've been so jealous of you," Spike said. "She spent so much more time with you. I hated it. Hated it. Now I'd give anything to have just one more day with her."

Jon hadn't exactly avoided Spike, but he'd made no effort to get to know her. The arrangement they had with Margeaux was awkward. Jon never discussed the encounters he had with other women, and he never pressed Margeaux for details of her affair with Spike. But he knew about Spike and she knew about him, and they both felt strange when they'd see each other on campus. They'd make eye contact, then quickly look away. Jon had never had an actual conversation with Spike. Until now.

"I'm sorry this is happening to you," Jon said. "Margeaux told me that she'd break up with me after graduation, but I held out hope right up until the minute she left."

"That's exactly what she said to me," Spike said. "I don't know how to turn my feelings on and off. I don't know how she can do that."

She kept sobbing for a long time, and Jon just held her tightly. It seemed natural to kiss her tears away, and Spike seemed to like it, so he kept doing it. There was nothing remotely erotic about it.

Spike eventually stopped crying. "You aren't too bad for a dude," she said. Jon laughed at that, and Spike began to laugh, and it did a lot to dispel the sadness in the room. They sat quietly for a long time, hugging each other and just acknowledging each other's pain. "I appreciate you seeing me like this," Spike said.

"I'm glad you came over," Jon said. "I probably should have come looking for you."

"Yeah, well, it's a strange situation," Spike said.

She looked at Jon for a moment, then asked, "Would you just lay down with me and hold me for a while?" Jon said on his back and Spike curled up next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. "It's really too bad you've got a penis," Spike said.

Jon laughed. "It's a burden I've grown used to."

Spike ran her hand down his body to the front of his pants. "This seems like a very small burden," she said.

"It gets a lot bigger when needed," Jon said.

"I asked Margeaux what you were like in bed. She'd never tell me anything."

"I'm sure there was nothing worth saying."

Spike laughed. "She didn't get me any details, but I knew she was crazy about you. She told me once that the boys she knew in high school were not good lovers. She said it in a way that I could tell meant that you were nothing like them. The only thing she told me was that you made her happy, and I made her happy. How nice, to have two different people to make you happy."

As she talked, Spike absently ran her hands over the front of Jon's pants. The situation wasn't very romantic, but being in bed with a beautiful woman was very pleasant, and her hand felt good on his cock. Jon wasn't trying to get hard, but he did, and Spike kept massaging his cock as it grew and grew.

"You're right. It does get a lot bigger," she said.

Spike had only had sex with men a few times. She hadn't liked it, but she hadn't hated it either. It was just that she only felt attracted to women. But Jon was a nice, caring man who was being very kind, and Spike was very lonely. Unlike Jon, she hadn't had any physical attention since Margeaux's abrupt departure.

"Do you have a condom?" Spike asked.

"Of course," Jon said.

"I'm not on birth control. I don't usually need it. Obviously."

This was really happening. Jon unbuttoned Spike's shirt and unhooked her bra. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants. By the time Jon reached down to touch Spike's pussy, she was warm and wet. This was nice. Jon and Spike had something important in common, it was rooted in love, and they had experienced an identical loss. They felt like they'd known each other for a long time.

They became increasingly aroused as they touched each other's most intimate places. Jon thought he'd like to start by eating Spike's pussy. He loved the taste of women, and he especially liked discovering the taste of someone new. But he realized that Spike probably experienced that kind of sex all the time. The one unique thing he had to offer was that penis she'd joked about. He hoped it would give her some pleasure. He made sure to give her plenty of foreplay, realizing he'd done enough when Spike spread her legs and urged him to get on top.

"Mmmmmm," she said when Jon entered her pussy. She exhaled, letting out a long, contented breath as she wrapped her arms around him. They moved together slowly.

Jon was nervous. He knew he was making love to a person who preferred the company of women, and he couldn't keep himself from imagining that Margeaux was surely better at giving Spike satisfaction. But everything seemed fine. He looked into her eyes and saw affection there. He was glad Spike had knocked on his door; they both needed closure after the abrupt departure of the woman they both loved.

Spike's arousal grew slowly. She wasn't accustomed to this kind of sex. Jon's arousal also developed slowly because he felt so nervous. His male pride wanted Spike to enjoy herself, and he was insecure about his ability to please her. But she eventually came. It was a small, gentle orgasm, but she seemed to like it. Jon came soon after, rolled over to lay beside Spike, and stroked her cheek.

"It would be nice if you spent the night," he said.

"I can't. I'm going to be late for something if I don't get going," she said. There was no "something." She made that up because she felt uncomfortable spending this kind of time with a man. They both got out of bed, put their clothes back on, and gave each other hugs. Jon tried to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head so the kiss landed on her cheek. But she looked at him and smiled.

"You're OK for a dude," she said.

"You're OK too, Spike," he replied.

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Dr. Robins saw a trend in Jon's romantic life. He'd repeatedly fallen in love with women who lied, abandoned him, or both. "Do you ever think about Margeaux?" she asked.

"I have no choice," he said. "I see her photo on the cover of magazines all the time. I'm not sure if you'd call her a supermodel, but she's definitely one of the busiest fashion models working today. I just saw her on the cover of Cosmopolitan. I couldn't forget her if I wanted to."

Dr. Robins drew the obvious conclusions. "When a man gets dumped for another man, it's only natural to feel emasculated. You felt this way, didn't you?"

"Sometimes. It helped that I understood how important modeling was to Margeaux. She'd told me we'd eventually have to split up so she could become a model, and I understood that she left me for that exact reason. I was glad that her new boyfriend was so old. It was hard to feel jealous about a guy twice my age.

"The only thing that troubled me a lot was something fairly minor. I bought Margeaux a lot of sexy lingerie that she wore for me. I couldn't stop thinking that she was wearing that stuff for another man. That thought just kept coming back, over and over, for months. I realized it was not a productive thing to think about, but that didn't stop me."

"That's a very natural way to feel jealousy," Dr. Robins said. "And you had some friends with benefits. That must have been reassuring to your male ego."

"It was, then it wasn't. I was just beginning to feel good about myself when the worst thing ever happened. It gave me nightmares for a long time."

Dr. Robins was startled. Another twist in this story? What the hell happened next?

Jon explained that he was grateful to women like Brenda, Freya, and even Spike. Making love with them reassured him. His last semester would have been very sad and lonely without the women who heard about Margeaux's departure and used it as a reason to invite Jon back into their beds. Still, it was the hardest semester Jon had, and it took a lot of effort to maintain good grades, but he made it to graduation with a 3.9 grade average; that was more than enough to get him into the grad school where he wanted to get a master's degree in French language, history, and literature. He'd grown up and gone to college in the northeast, but his parents agreed he could go to grad school on the west coast if he did well as an undergrad. He looked forward to a change of scenery.

Jon was settling into his new apartment in California when he got a troubling call from Brenda, who told him a horrifying story. Several girls, including Brenda and Freya, went out drinking one night a few weeks after Jon left town. Freya got very drunk. The girls asked Freya why she was drinking so much, so she revealed that she was celebrating.

"I'm pregnant!" Freya announced.

All the other girls thought it was a bad idea to celebrate a pregnancy by getting hammered. They were stunned when Freya revealed that the father was Jon, and that she'd tricked him. When Freya heard about Margeaux's departure, she went straight to a doctor to get her IUD removed. She then started inviting Jon to have unprotected sex, telling him she was still using birth control. For two solid months she tricked Jon into having sex almost every day, and shortly after graduation she confirmed that she was carrying his child.

She did it because Freya didn't want to find a real job after graduating. Knowing that Jon's family was rich, she arranged to get pregnant so she could demand child support, which she knew would be more than she could possibly earn on her own. Jon didn't know any of this yet, but Freya told the girls that he'd be hearing from her lawyer soon.

"I am so sorry to tell you this, Jon," Brenda said. "I suppose it's possible that this is all a lie she made up because she was drunk."

Jon knew it wasn't a lie. He remembered how relentlessly Freya pursued him, inviting him to have sex virtually every day. He'd thought it was because she cared about him. The idea that she was just after money made more sense.

For weeks, Jon waited glumly, expecting to hear from a lawyer hoping to negotiate a big settlement for Freya. He felt so stupid to be fooled so easily. His parents would be very disappointed, and they wouldn't understand the long, complex story of how this whole thing happened.

Then Brenda called again. "I don't know what you're going to think about this," she said. Freya lost the baby. It happened very early in the pregnancy. Freya didn't say if her doctors had any explanation for the miscarriage. Maybe it stemmed from Freya's use of drugs and alcohol at a time when expectant mothers are supposed to lead clean, healthy lifestyles. Maybe the fetus had one of the many common defects that trigger early term miscarriages. But it meant that Jon wouldn't be forced to have Freya tied to him for the rest of his life, and he wouldn't have to watch his baby being raised by a girl who wasn't fit for motherhood.

"My God, Jon. That sounds dreadful!" Dr. Robins said. "What an awful thing."

"What Freya did was devastating. I will admit that I was relieved when I heard she had a miscarriage. I like to think that Freya went right back to the doctor and got another IUD, because no one like that should ever be a mother. But I was mainly very hurt that she had put together such an awful plan to trick me into getting her pregnant. I had to be pretty stupid not to recognize that there was something seriously wrong with Freya."

Dr. Robins could tell the topic still made Jon upset. "Something like that must have had a big effect on you."

"You could say that. I think that was when I finally concluded that people suck. All of them. I am suspicious of everybody. When I do a business deal with someone I don't know, I start by assuming they are an lying asshole trying their best to fuck me somehow. My lawyers read every contract with a microscope before I sign anything. We do a lot of research to confirm that the people we work with have a history of living up to their contracts.

"But I guess the bigger consequence was my decision to get a vasectomy."

Did Jon just say he got a vasectomy? "Excuse me. What did you just say," Dr Robins asked.

"What Freya did convinced me that I needed to get a vasectomy. I wasn't going to let any woman trick me like that again."

Dr. Robins found this hard to believe. "How old were you?" she said.

"I was 22."

"I would think that most doctors would be reluctant to perform on a 22 year old unmarried man without children."

"I can confirm that. The first two doctors I approached turned me down. They acted as though I was out of my mind. They advised me to use condoms and not come back for 20 years or so. And I did use condoms until I found a doctor in Mexico who'd do the procedure. I went to a very nice clinic in Merida, where they catered to a lot of medical tourists.

"I lied. I told the doctor that I'd already fathered two children, and that I'd just undergone some genetic testing that showed I carried a mutation that made it likely that my future children might be born with a serious condition called fragile x syndrome. He agreed to give me a vasectomy. I felt better immediately. It was a relief knowing I couldn't be tricked into getting a gold digger pregnant."

"That's . . . an extreme thing to do," Dr. Robins said. "What if you want to have children someday?"

"Then I'll try to get it reversed. But I haven't ever thought I want to bring another child into this horrible world. I don't think it's ethical to force children to live on a dying planet full of shitty people. There are plenty of kids who need to be adopted. Adoption is pretty easy if you're rich."

Cold. Dr. Robins thought that Jon's feelings of hurt and betrayal clearly caused permanent damage. He was right to seek therapy for help with relationships.

The hour was almost up. Dr. Robin's notes about the Margeaux affair were a mess; she'd need to spend some time organizing and typing them up after the session. But they had a few minutes left, so she decided to ask one more question.

"OK, let's make sure I understand where you're at. You moved to California and started grad school, right?"

"That's right. It was a very nice two years. I loved the change of scenery. I missed a few of my friends, but I was mainly glad to leave that old crowd behind. I was tired of being known as The Dentist of Delta Delta Delta. It was a fresh start. Just what I wanted."

"Obviously, your next session is going to start by looking at any romantic relationships you had during grad school. Were there any? Or did you take a vacation from romance?"

"I dated several very nice women. I was intimate with almost all of them, but I didn't have relationships that were as close as the ones I had in college. Recently I've been thinking about it, and I've been wondering if I turned into Margeaux after graduation. I was very anxious to have girlfriends, but these relationships were very transactional. I tried to be the perfect boyfriend. I was courteous, caring, considerate, and very generous. My girlfriends could count on me to give them nice things and take them to nice places.