Cheating and Rivals Pt. 06

It was like she was infatuated with Wes. Was she? How was that possible, when it was Mike she loved?

Wesley called the next Saturday. "Can you meet?" he asked. "I'm at the Hilton."

"... okay," Jen said after a moment's hesitation. "I have a class." She was taking a seminar that met every other Saturday. "I'll see you after."

"I'll pick you up," Wesley offered.

"No," Jen said immediately, whispering into her phone even though no one was around. "I'll meet you at the Hilton. What's your room number?"

"I'll meet you in the bar," Wesley suggested.

"No," Jen said. She didn't want to risk being seen in the bar, even though it was unlikely at the Hilton. "What's your room?" she asked again.

Wesley told her. "Can you do something for me?" he asked.

"What?"

"Wear those black high heels, you know the ones you wore at Hershey?" he said with a smile in his voice.

"Yeah I know," Jen said hesitantly. They were the only high heels she owned (about 2 ½ inches high), the ones Mike loved seeing her wear. "They're just shoes," she told herself. If wearing them kept Wes hard ... That's what this was about, his hard cock. "Okay," she whispered.

As before, Wes had a six pack of beer in the refrigeration and a bag of weed in his pocket, but he didn't need it this time. He was on top of Jen as soon as she walked in. She kissed him back and groped him as much as he groped her.

Wesley pushed down on her shoulders. Hesitating only a moment, Jen slid down to her knees. She took out his cock and went down on him. Being "forced" to suck him made her dizzy with lust.

After a few minutes, Wesley pulled her up and tore at her clothes. Seeing Jen in the black high heels inflamed him even more. Wesley threw the now naked Jen onto the bed. He quickly got undressed too.

"Put these back on," Wesley said holding the black heels.

"Okay," Jen said impatiently. At only 20 years old she didn't fully appreciate the effect high heels had on some guys. She just wanted Wes's big cock inside her. She quickly put the high heels back on.

Wesley gave her what she wanted. He spun her over onto her elbows and knees. Then he fucked her hard like a slutty dog. Jen loved every moment of it, she loved getting rammed from behind! He made her cum hard before shooting his load inside her.

Jen got out of bed and quickly dressed.

"You're always leaving," Wesley observed sourly.

"I've got to get home," Jen told him. "Mike and I talk every Saturday."

Wesley watched Jen put on her bra and thong, then her skinny jeans and blouse, and finally sneakers (she didn't want to wear the high heels back to the sorority house). She hurriedly brushed her hair, not wanting to have that "freshly fucked" look. Despite rushing with her appearance, she looked incredibly beautiful and achingly hot.

"Mike's a lucky guy," he said.

Jen smiled at him. She softly brushed his cheek with her hand and said "Steph's lucky too." She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and then left.

Jen took a shower back at the sorority house, washing her hair, her breasts, her pussy. She brushed her teeth. She wanted to eliminate all trace of Wes from her body before talking to Mike. In the back of her mind she knew it was idiotic, but she still wanted to do it.

Later as they spoke on the phone, Mike seemed bothered by something. "Are you okay honey?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm good," Mike said. But Jen could tell something was wrong. He sounded sad. Did he suspect? But how could he? She'd been careful not to be seen by anyone, and Mike didn't have any common friends with Wes (other than Allie, and she'd never say anything even if she suspected something). But despite her concerned questioning, Mike continued to tell her everything was fine.

After hanging up, Mike looked out the dark window, alone in his room. He didn't mind being alone. Sometimes it got lonely, but he could deal with that. He was a loner, he preferred being alone.

At least, that was how it used to be, before he started going with Jen. Before they fell in love. Before his being became so entwined with hers.

It was hard to explain. An outgoing person (like Jen) has tons of friends. The absence of one - no matter how important - can be offset by the others, at least partly.

But Mike was a loner. The only person he had - the only person he wanted - was Jen. It wasn't possible for Mike to fill the void of her absence with another person, or 10 people, or a million.

He wasn't used to this. The terrible emptiness of missing another person. The loneliness hurt. It was like a physical pain, an ache in his heart. His fear and insecurity that this time apart would end their relationship - that Jen would fall for another guy and break up with him - made the ache and loneliness even worse.

He had the urge - he wanted - to quit the Barnes Fellowship and go home to Jen. But he didn't want Jen to think he was a pathetic loser. He didn't want to give assholes like Colin something to whisper in her ear, belittling him, calling him a quitter. Also, he needed the Barnes Fellowship on his resume. To compete with the Colins of the world - to compete for his beautiful, bubbly Jen - he needed a good job after graduation. The Barnes Fellowship was his ticket, he had to finish it.

Intellectually, Mike knew the loneliness was magnified by the weekend. During the week he had seminars, labs and research to keep his mind off Jen. On weekends, without those distractions, he felt sometimes like he was falling off an edge into the darkness. For some reason, it was a lot worse on Sundays than Saturdays. And this was just Saturday.

The next morning Wes called Jen. "Can you come over?" he asked.

"You're still at the Hilton?" Jen whispered into her iPhone, her eyes darting around the common room to make sure no one was listening.

"Yeah, I got late checkout, 2pm," Wes told her.

Jen looked at the clock. It was only 930. They'd have 4 hours. Four uninterrupted hours. They could do a lot in 4 hours. Her pussy began tingling.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there," Jen whispered excitedly. She hurriedly showered and dressed. She washed her hair yesterday, so she didn't have to wash it today, saving her time. She spent time with her makeup though, and picked out one of her sexiest panty and bra sets (even though she knew they wouldn't stay on long). At the last moment she stuffed the black high heels into her bag. She'd put them on at the Hilton parking lot, like yesterday (she didn't want Allie or her other sorority sisters seeing her in them).

Inside Wes's hotel room, like yesterday, Jen started on her knees. Wes sat on the edge of the bed, his legs open, as Jen went down on him. He pulled her head up as he felt his orgasm approach.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," Jen told him with heavy lidded eyes. They had a lot of time, 4 hours. He hadn't yet finished in her mouth. She wanted to taste him.

Wes grinned, realizing he was in for a fun day. He put his hands behind his head and laid back on the bed, closing his eyes and enjoying the glorious pleasure of pretty Jen's mouth.

When Wes came he shot a ton of cum into Jen's mouth. Her cheeks ballooned as she gulped it down her throat. She decided Wes tasted good. The musky taste of a man, not at all unpleasant. "God you cum a lot," she said.

"I'm impressed," Wes said grinning at her.

"That I swallowed it?" she said with a laugh. "Believe me, it's better to swallow. Messy otherwise." Jen emphasized the point with an "ek!" grimace.

"Steph doesn't swallow," Wes said. He shrugged. "She doesn't like blowjobs."

Jen looked down. She didn't like talking about Stephanie. Because it made her think of Mike. "Let's not talk about them, okay?" she said. "Them" being the people they were cheating on.

"Yeah, sure, sorry," Wes said immediately. Wanting to restore the mood, he grabbed the menu and cheerfully asked "Feel like room service?"

"Really?" Jen asked her eyes going wide. She'd never gotten room service before. She looked around the hotel room. "Um, I hope this isn't taking all your savings," she joked with an awkward laugh. She suspected junior marketing execs who worked for Hershey didn't make much money.

"I'm on expense account," Wes said with a laugh.

"Oh," Jen said impressed.

"I work with a couple contractors in State College. Every now and then I can expense it," he explained.

"Awesome," Jen said. That explained why he was in town so often. She glanced at the menu in his hand. "We can really get room service?" she asked hesitantly. She hadn't eaten that morning (other than Wes's cum of course).

Jen got an eggs benedict - her first ever - and Wesley got steak and eggs. "This is so freaking delicious!" she gushed as she chowed down the eggs benedict. It was heavenly!

Wesley smiled at her after they finished. "I think you're overdressed," he said touching the button on her blouse. Jen was still dressed, while he was down to his boxers.

"I get it, I have to pay for the meal now," she joked giving him a crooked grin.

"Yeah, you have to fuck Mr. Hershey," Wesley joked back, referring to how his employer was paying for her meal.

"Oh, um, I'd definitely do a chocolate bar," Jen joked back. She adored chocolate! She reached for the buttons of her blouse. She was ready for sex! That was the one thing she loved more than chocolate - maybe!

"Actually -," Wesley said, stopping her by putting his hand over hers.

"What?"

"How about a strip tease?" he said grinning at her.

"Oh my god are you still thinking about that?" Jen said with a laugh.

"You're a good dancer right?"

"I'm an awesome dancer," Jen said smiling back at him. She was too. Maybe not Dancing With The Stars good, or Broadway diva good - certainly not that. But in clubs, at parties, for strip teases - Jen knew how to move her tight, petite body in ways that ... men found alluring.

"Why not?" Jen thought to herself. They had a lot of time, until 2. And she liked dirty dancing, it was fun.

She stood up and maneuvered Wes so he sat on the edge of the bed. She selected the Sexy playlist on her iPhone. Billy Idol's Eyes Without a Face began playing. Then she moved back to Wes, dropping her iPhone on the bed next to them.

"Here's the rules," she said grinning at him, a sparkle in her eyes. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me," she said moving his hands to his sides. "Got that mister?"

"Got it," Wes said smiling eagerly.

"Good boy," Jen said smiling back at him. She began slowly swaying to the music, dancing between his open legs. She danced so close her chest almost - but didn't quite - touch his face. As she danced, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse until her bra came into view. "You like?" she asked opening her blouse to reveal one of the cups. The bra was unpadded and unlined, so her nipple was clearly visible and dented the thin lacy material.

"Yeah," Wes panted, lunging forward to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Not so fast," Jen teased. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "I wore this bra for you." They smiled at each other.

Then Jen pressed his face against her bust. She moaned and rolled her head back as he greedily sucked her nipple in his mouth through the lace.

"Bad boy," Jen said, breathing hard and taking a step back. She had her cum face on now. "Not allowed to touch, remember?"

"You shoved your tit in my face," Wes pointed out, grinning.

"I'm a girl, I'm supposed to make sense?" she teased smiling at him. She finished taking off her blouse, dropping it on the floor. "Let's take these off," she said, pulling off his boxers and dropping them next to her blouse. She looked at his big cock as it popped out of his underwear. She had a hard time taking her eyes off it, the sight of it made her knees weak. She took off the high heels and shimmied out of her skinny jeans.

"What happened to my strip tease?" Wes teased wearing a big smile.

"You're complaining?" Jen asked as she stepped back into the black high heels.

"I guess not," Wes said with a laugh, looking her up and down. She wore only the bra, thong and high heels. Breaking the rules, he hooked a finger in her panties and pulled her to him. "Did you wear these for me too?"

"Yep," Jen admitted, smiling at him.

Wesley ran his fingers over Jen's firm, flat stomach. "God you've got a great body," he gushed. Not only was she slim, her body was firm and toned, and her skin so perfect it looked air brushed.

"So do you," Jen said running her hands over his chiseled chest. "Lacrosse huh?" she said grinning at him, as if saying "you got this hot body playing lacrosse?"

"You like athletes, don't you?"

"I've been around them all my life," Jen said with a shrug, running her fingertips over Wesley's impressive biceps. "I used to cheer in high school."

"That doesn't surprise me," Wes said. "You look like a cheerleader."

"Um, is that a compliment?" Jen said with a laugh, knowing cheerleaders had a reputation of being stuck up.

"Blonde, pretty, long legs," Wes said grinning. "Yeah, that's a good thing."

"Okay, well ..." Jen said with another laugh.

"You think about cheering for Penn State?" he asked.

"I thought about it," Jen said. "For like 10 seconds," she thought, but didn't say that. Her feelings about cheering were complicated. She considered it a sport, a mix between dancing and gymnastics. But most people didn't. Most people had Wes's attitude, that cheering was just pretty girls rooting for guys. That's what Colin thought and it irritated her. Also, a lot of cheerleaders WERE stuck up snobs (including her probably, at least sometimes).

Wes started pulling her panties down but Jen stopped him. She stepped away from his hands and danced again. She swayed between his open legs, just inches from him, so close he could practically tasted her perfume. His cock throbbed as he watched this sexy, beautiful girl dance in front of him in only a bra, thong and black high heels, especially knowing she'd worn the sexy lingerie especially for him.

"You're so hot," Wes gushed as he continued watching her. "You've got to dance for me again."

"We'll see," Jen said noncommittally, not wanting to make future plans with him. They were fuck buddies after all, not boyfriend/girlfriend.

"How about next time?" he pressed.

"You think there's going to be a next time?" Jen said.

"Yeah I do," he said pulling her to him. He kissed and licked her pussy over her lacy panties. Then he pulled her panties down and licked her clit.

Jen rolled her head back as he licked her clit. It felt good, she loved getting eaten out. Her thoughts flashed to Mike. Mike was the best at that. Wesley was ok but not as good as her boyfriend. But she pushed Mike from her thoughts. She wanted Wesley's body. She craved him. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to cum with him inside her. She wanted to cum on his cock. So she tried not to think about Mike.

Jen pushed Wesley onto the bed. She got on the bed too and straddled his thighs. Another song began playing on her iPhone and she swayed to the rhythmic beat, throwing her hair over her head so her long, soft blonde hair caressed across his face and chest with her every move.

"Fuck Jen," Wes moaned as her soft hair tickled across his chest and face. Enough of the teasing! He put his hands on her hips, about to throw her onto her elbows and knees. He wanted to sink his cock into her and fuck her brains out.

"No, let me," Jen said. She loved when he took control, but this time she wanted to fuck HIM. She reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft. She shifted position slightly, then lowered herself onto him.

"Ugh god," Jen moaned, her eyes closing as his long thick cock penetrated her. It felt so good!

Wesley moaned too as his cock pushed into Jen's tight, silky smooth pussy. She had the best pussy, he'd never felt better!

"You feel so fucking good," he gushed looking into her eyes.

"So do you," Jen said looking back at him.

They were both on the verge of cumming, even though Jen wasn't moving on him yet. Jen stayed still, his cock deep inside her but not moving. Wes stayed still too. They both knew just one pump, maybe two, and they'd both cum. That's how turned on they were, by each other. So they stayed still, looking into each other's eyes, enjoying the anticipation, the closeness, the intimacy, of the orgasmic pleasure that was just moments away.

The music suddenly stopped, replaced by the sound of Jen's ringtone. Jen looked at her iPhone. It was Mike!

"It's Mike," Jen groaned helplessly.

"Don't answer," Wesley said immediately. They were both so fucking close!

Jen did as Wesley told her. Eventually the ringing stopped. But then Mike called again.

"Fuck!" Wesley said frustrated. "Don't answer."

"I have to, it might be important," Jen said grabbing her iPhone and moving off his cock.

"Stay," Wesley said, clamping his hands on Jen's hips to keep his cock buried inside her.

Jen looked at him for a long moment as her iPhone continued to ring. Finally she gave in, staying on top of him with his cock inside her. "Don't say anything, not a sound," she told him. Wesley nodded agreement.

Jen swiped the screen and put the iPhone to her ear. "Hey baby," she said trying to sound normal. But how was it possible to sound normal impaled on Wesley's big cock?

"Hi baby," Mike said. "What are you doing?"

"Oh um, nothing, just hanging out," Jen said. As she spoke she looked at Wesley. He looked back at her. He had an urgent look on his face. Jen knew he was close to cumming. If he came he'd make noise, there was no avoiding it. She had to finish the call with Mike quickly, she could always call him back after she and Wes were done. "So, um, what are you doing baby?"

"Just hanging too," Mike said. "Another Sunday night."

Jen frowned. Mike sounded sad again, like yesterday. What did he mean by Sunday?

Jen was concerned. She needed to talk to him. The problem was, while her passion had cooled off, Wes's hadn't. If she pulled off his cock now, that little bit of friction might push him over the edge. She knew how her body worked too. If he came, the feel of his cock twitching and pulsing inside her, his cum hitting her walls, that might send her over the edge. There would be no way Mike wouldn't hear that.

Jen put her finger on Wes's lips to remind him to stay quiet. "What's wrong baby?" she asked Mike. "You sound sad."

"I just ... miss you," Mike said. He hated sounding so weak, like a pathetic loser. He just needed to hear Jen's voice, to ward off the darkness, the depression, of another Sunday without her.

"Oh baby," Jen said, tears immediately welling in her eyes. Mike sounded so sad, so alone. And here she was with Wes, filled with his manhood. "It'll be alright baby. I miss you too. We'll be together soon." As she said that tears fell down her cheeks.

Wes reached up and wiped her tears with his fingers. Then he ran his fingertips across Jen's lips. Jen shook her head no. But rather than stopping, Wes moved his fingers to her neck and caressed behind her ear. Jen clenched her jaws shut to keep from moaning.

"I'll be okay," Mike said. He tried to sound cheerful, but Jen knew him too well. He sounded terrible.

"What do you mean by Sunday honey?" Jen asked Mike, trying to keep her voice steady. She jerked her head away from Wes's fingers, frowning at him. But she couldn't get too far away, not with their bodies still connected.

"Sundays are bad," Mike said with a humorless laugh. "Something about the end of the weekend. I always get kind of down."

Jen didn't understand that. She never noticed him depressed on Sundays.

Reading her mind, Mike said "Not when I'm with you."

Jen felt terrible. "Baby I never knew, you should have told me," she said, aching for him. She knew Mike was prone to moodiness. She always assumed that was part of his shyness, his loner personality. But now she saw it was more serious. He sounded so sad and lonely, her heart ached for him.