Cheating and Rivals Pt. 07

She was lonely and missed Mike. She wanted to call him, wanted to hear his voice, but didn't feel like she deserved him.

She turned off the lights. The migraine was pounding her head. Part of her felt like she deserved it, as punishment for her faithlessness. She closed her eyes and hoped sleep would make the pain go away.

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For the next two months, Jen hooked up with Wes whenever he was in town (which was almost every weekend, Wes often making the drive just to see Jen). Their bodies were so compatible, they craved each other, their sex was always incredible.

Wes became a familiar thing in Jen's life. They shared a closeness. The kissing and touching, their bodies connected, the sharing of fluids, it was impossible for Jen not to get close to Wes. She didn't love him, he wasn't her boyfriend. But he was more than a friend, certainly more than a fuck buddy. She didn't know what it was. They were connected, not just physically, but emotionally too. They shared - they had - an intimacy.

Jen and Mike still texted and talked every Saturday, but she felt distant from him. Christmas seemed so long ago. Was it because she was with Wes so much? Was it because she depended on Wes to satisfy her physical needs?

Jen drew the line at sleeping with Wes. She wouldn't sleep with him, at least not overnight. But they spent a lot of time together (practically all Sunday during their hookups) and often they napped together after sex. When she awoke, she was usually in Wes's arms. That always led to more sex. In fact they acted like newlyweds, not able to get enough of each other.

It wasn't all sex. They didn't venture out of his hotel room, but they hung out, laughing, talking, reading, watching TV, Jen doing her homework, Wes doing work stuff. Jen didn't hold his hand the way she did with Mike. But she didn't resist when Wes put his arm around her, and she enjoyed being with him, she had fun. And of course, their sex was freaking amazing.

Their affair came to a head as March turned into April. Mike was returning home soon. Coincidentally, Steph's residency in Philly was ending and she was planning to move in with Wes (still her fiancée) as they planned the next stage of their life together.

"This has to be the last time," Jen told Wes as she got dressed to go back to the sorority house. Mike would be home in two weeks. Jen needed the time for her body to return to normal, so there would be no evidence of Wes when Mike got home. It probably wouldn't take that long, but she didn't want to take any chances.

"You say that so casually, like how's the weather," Wes said. "Doesn't this bother you, breaking up?"

"We're not breaking up," Jen told him. "We're ending our affair. There's a big difference. Mike's coming home. So is Steph. It has to end Wes."

"Why?" Wes said. "Maybe we should try it for real. We get along. Our sex is great."

"Our sex is great," Jen agreed. "But sex isn't love." She smiled and softly brushed her hand across his cheek. "I like you Wes. We do get along. But that's not enough, just getting along. You get that right?"

"Yeah," Wes said with a reluctant shrug. He didn't look convinced, but he wasn't going to force Jen into anything.

Jen nodded, looking a little unsure herself. "We probably shouldn't call each other," she said.

"Cold turkey huh?" Wes said, sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.

Jen shrugged slightly. "Goodbye Wes," she said turning to go.

Wes grabbed her hand. He smiled and said, "Who knows, in another life maybe you and I end up together."

Jen gave him a brief smile. "Goodbye Wes," she said again. She gave him a brief kiss on the lips. Then she was gone.

Back at the sorority house, Jen carefully deleted all traces of Wes from her iPhone. She washed all her clothes and sheets. She got a big bucket of soapy water and thoroughly washed the inside of Mike's car. She even went to Mike's apartment (when Ricky wasn't there) and washed his bed sheets and scrubbed down the sofa where she and Wes had fucked.

With all that taken care of, Jen had time to reflect on her affair with Wes. She was never going to see him again, at least not intimately. Sure they might run into each other, see each other at parties, go to dinner as a group, but she might never have another conversation alone with him. The realization made her sad. It WAS like breaking up.

Jen knew she didn't love Wes. But they were close, they'd shared a lot together. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. The loss of their relationship brought a tear to her eye.

Her affair also made her worried about her relationship with Mike. She fell for Wes so easily. Did that say something about her feelings for Mike, her commitment to him? Did she really love him?

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Mike's family threw him a "Welcome Home" party, so Jen flew to his family home. This discouraged her. She wanted to start reconnecting with Mike immediately, but that had to wait until they got back to State College. It didn't help Mike's mom made them sleep in different rooms. For Jen the lack of sex was secondary; she just wanted alone time with Mike.

Jen tried to be happy and bubbly. But even as she socialized with his family, she had nagging doubts. She was uncertain about her feelings for Mike. Not too long ago, she'd been convinced they'd eventually marry. But now? She was only 20. Was she old enough - mature enough - to make those kind of life commitment-type decisions?

After two days of family activities, Mike finally had a moment alone with Jen. "Sorry about this," he said sheepishly. "Thanks for being so good with my family."

"Of course baby," Jen assured him, hugging his arm.

"I'd rather be at school alone with you," he said smiling at her.

"Me too," Jen admitted, smiling back. Then she grimaced at the sharp pain in her head.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned, tenderly brushing the soft blonde hair from her forehead.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Just a headache." She felt dizzy and staggered a little.

Mike steadied her. "Migraine?"

"Yeah, I've been getting them a lot lately."

"Come on," he said, guiding her to the bedroom. He laid her down, then made her take two Advil and drink a big glass of water. "You might be dehydrated," he said.

"I read something about migraines," he said, closing the curtains to make the room dark. He sat next to her on the bed and began gently massaging her forehead and temples.

"Feels good baby," Jen said, her eyes closed.

Mike moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking up and down, back and forth. Then, following the guidance from the article he read, he massaged her hands and feet.

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed in a sleepy, barely audible voice. Mike's therapy was working, she felt the migraine ebb away. Moments later she was asleep.

Mike sat with Jen as she slept, looking at her in the almost darkness. God he loved her. Their time apart only made him want her more. Physically she was perfect, especially for him since he preferred pretty blondes with petite, small breasted figures and long legs. It wasn't just her outsides though, Mike loved Jen's insides. She was outgoing and bubbly, and nice to everyone (part of that, he knew, was because of Jen's desire to be liked).

Mike knew Jen loved sex. Before they started going out he knew her reputation as a fun loving girl who dated a lot of guys (when she wasn't on Colin's arm). People didn't openly call her a slut or an easy lay, she was too popular for people to brandish those kinds of words about her. Still, she had a reputation, and Mike pursued her despite that.

Or maybe because of it? The fact was, despite his negative feelings about the "populars," he relished going out with a popular girl. His insecurities spiked when he saw guys hit on Jen, and he felt kicked in the gut when Jen flirted back. But those things turned him on too. He didn't know why, especially since he felt like Jen was way out of his league, and was in constant fear she would eventually dump him for a better looking, charismatic, GQ-type guy.

It made no sense. When he saw Jen flirt with a guy, or looked at the pictures where she clearly got off on sex with Colin, it spiked his insecurities and jealousies. But those things got him rock hard too. What was wrong with him?

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. He quickly picked it up and muted it, not wanting Jen to wake up. He saw the caller id. It said "Wes." (Jen had tried to clean her iPhone, but she neglected to delete Wes from the Recents folder.)

Mike stared at the name as it flashed on the screen. Wes. Not Wesley, but Wes. No one called him Wes. Only Jen. Why was she the only person who called him Wes?

Mike was tempted to hack into Jen's iPhone. But did he want to know? Because if he knew, if he knew for certain, what then?

He played the scenarios out in his head. In all of them, they broke up. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. And that wasn't an acceptable outcome. He didn't want a life without Jennifer Johnson. Frankly, he didn't care what Jen did or didn't do while he was in England. All he cared about was she was with him, now. Now. That's all he cared about.

Mike put the iPhone back in Jen's purse and watched her as she slept.

Jen stirred a couple hours later. She opened her eyes and smiled seeing Mike there. "Where's everybody?" she asked.

"They went out to dinner," Mike said, stroking her long blonde hair. "How do you feel?"

"The migraine's gone," Jen said beaming at him. "What you did was freaking awesome. I never thought a foot massage would help a headache."

"Yeah, it's like reflexology," Mike told her. "I read about it."

"You read about how to make my migraines go away?" she asked. She hugged him and said "You're the best guy." As she did her thoughts flashed to Wes. While Mike had been working to find ways to ease her headaches, she'd been fucking Wes behind his back. She felt like a terrible, worthless cheat. She knew she didn't deserve Mike.

"There are pressure points on the bottom of your feet," Mike said, touching Jen's feet. She was wearing a clingy turtleneck, short skirt and tights. He ran his fingertips along the soles of her feet. "You press against the pressure points, and rub between them," he explained. His heart quickened as he reveled in the feel of the cotton tights encasing her pretty feet.

"So I guess you're a masseuse now," Jen teased with a grin. "The dance department has a massage class. Maybe I'll take it and give you massages. Would you like that baby?" Jen ran her hand over Mike's leg. She could tell he was horny. That wasn't a surprise, they'd had no alone time for sex yet. "Would you baby?" she asked again, cupping his erection with her hand.

"Everyone won't get home for another hour," Mike said, breathing hard.

"Make love to me baby," Jen said pulling him to her.

"You're sure you're okay?" Mike said, brushing the hair from her brow and looking concerned.

Jen smiled at him. That was her Mike. Maybe he didn't take her rough like Wes, or Colin. Maybe he didn't treat her like a slut and fuck her from behind. But he was always thinking about her. He was always putting her on a pedestal. How could she not want that? That ... adoration?

Her thoughts flashed to Wes again, and the guilt over her cheating returned. But she pushed it out of her mind. She knew Mike needed release. She wanted to make it really good for him. She didn't want to think about anything except giving pleasure to her sweet boyfriend.

She reached for his belt but Mike had other ideas. "Lay down," he said gently pushing her back onto her back. He got between her legs, running his hands over her tights. He pushed her skirt up around her waist as he ran his hands up her thighs.

Jen knew Mike was into her legs and feet. Some girls might be bothered by that, but Jen wasn't. She found herself intrigued - and turned on - by his kinks. He was so straight-laced in other things, so brilliant with math and computers, yet he was a kinky boy. She found the combination sexy.

She raised her foot to his face and pressed her toe against his lips. "Massage my foot some more Mike," she said.

Mike didn't have to be asked twice. He took her foot in both hands, massaging and caressing her. He pressed the sole of her foot against his nose, inhaling deeply and smelling the leather of her flats, the muskiness of wearing shoes all day. Playing into his fantasy, Jen reached for her shoes. They were black, pointy toe Mia flats. "Put these on me baby," she told Mike.

Breathing hard, his head practically spinning, Mike put the flats on Jen's pretty, petite feet. "You like this?" she asked, pressing the pointy toe of one foot against his cheek.

"Yesssss," Mike said, the one word coming out like a groan.

"And this?" Jen said, pressing her other foot against his hard-on.

"God yeah," Mike groaned.

Jen was getting her cum face on, their playing was turning her on. With heavy lidded eyes, she pressed the pointy toe of one foot into Mike's mouth. She moaned when he didn't hesitate to lick the sole of her Mia flat shoe. She didn't know why, but this scene was turning her on beyond belief. She reached for him and opened her legs. "Fuck me baby," she implored him.

Mike moved up between her legs. He took the crotch of her tights in his hands. "I'll buy you new ones okay?"

"Okay," Jen said with a weak smile. Part of her screamed for him to take her. "Don't ask, do what you want, take me," she thought. But she knew Mike wasn't like that. He was gentle, and he always treated her like a princess, a cherished girlfriend. She trusted him, he would never hurt her. How could she fault that?

Mike ripped the off-white tights at her crotch. He pulled her panties aside. He looked at her pussy a long time.

So long, in fact, that she worried she looked different to him, stretched by getting regularly fucked by Wes's long thick cock. But she'd inspected herself carefully before joining him at his parents', she was certain her pussy had returned to its "pre-Wesley" tightness. Still ...

"Is there something wrong baby?" she asked hesitantly.

"... you're so beautiful," Mike gushed, stroking his finger up and down between her pussy lips.

Jen was so relieved! "Make love to me Mike," she reaching for him.

But Mike had other things in mind. He lowered his head and began eating her out. He took his time, using all his tricks, bringing her right to the edge, and then easing her back. Soon Jen was writhing under his tongue, moaning and clutching the sheets. "Come on Mike!" she said frustrated, thrusting up her hips.

"You like this?" Mike asked, pressing a finger into her but staying away from her clit.

"Mike come on," she whined, his finger like a tease.

He licked her clit as he finger fucked her. But after a few moments he stopped.

"Baby please!" Jen whined again.

Mike tore a bigger hole in Jen's tights. Holding her hips with her legs open, he raised her ass off the bed. Then he went down low and licked her puckered asshole.

"Oh god," Jen groaned, her head rolling back. Mike was the only boy to ever do this to her. He didn't do it often, but when he did ... The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. It was like when he licked the inside of her ear or caressed the back of her knee, she loved it but couldn't take for very long. "Baaaabyyyyy ...," she moaned.

Mike switched his finger from her pussy to her ass. Lubricated with her juices, he pushed his finger halfway in. Then, finger fucking her ass, he licked her clit hard and fast.

Jen couldn't control herself as her orgasm hit. She screamed and arched her back violently as intense bolts of orgasmic pleasure ripped through her body. "Oh god oh god oh god," she chanted as her body shuddered with aftershocks of her climax.

Then she was mortified. "Did your parents hear?" she asked horrified. How would she ever look Mike's mom and dad in the face again?

"They won't be home for at least another half hour," Mike assured her.

"Okay," Jen said relieved. Then she gave him a crooked smile. "Where did you learn to do that?" She added with a teasing frown, "If you hooked up with Emma Watson ..."

"Migraines aren't the only things I read about," Mike said grinning back.

"Oh my god, there is no way you learned that from a book," Jen said with a laugh.

Mike continued to smile. Then he got serious, saying "I've been thinking about this night. Our first time back together. I wanted to make you feel good."

Jen stared at Mike, processing his words. He'd thought about this. Planned it. Researched it even. How to give her pleasure. She looked with awe at him. Was there a more considerate boyfriend in the world?

She recovered, wiping the awe from her face and turning it into a teasing, crooked grin. That was how she'd played it her entire life, playing hard to get to keep her man on his toes. "Well, that's how it should be mister," she said. She gave him a kiss to make sure he knew she was teasing.

She glanced at the clock. They had another 25 minutes. Not a lot of time since they had to clean up too. But there was no way she was going to leave Mike hanging.

She stripped off her turtleneck, skirt and bra. She left the tights on, knowing it would excite Mike.

She straddle Mike's hips (knowing he liked her on top), then lowered herself on him. "I missed you so much," she said truthfully, looking into his eyes as she moved up and down on him. "I love you baby."

"I love you too," Mike said, about to explode.

"Really?" Jen said, feeling insecure. "Promise?"

"I'll always love you," Mike gushed.

Hearing Mike's unconditional love, Jen lost it. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and sobbed. Even as she did, she continued to move up and down on him. Moments later Mike came.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked as he recovered from his orgasm, stroking her long blonde hair.

"Nothing, I'm okay," Jen lied, forcing the tears away. "I'm so happy you're home." Get a grip! Jen told herself. Wes won't say anything, no one knows. Mike will never found out. He'll dump you if you confess. So don't say anything!

Jen reconnected with Mike during that long weekend at his parents. After the initial couple days of round-the-clock family activities, the young couple managed to get some alone time. Maybe Mike's parents realized their son and the girl he adored needed time to themselves.

It was the first time Jen visited Mike's family home. They took long walks through the woods behind his house. Mike gave Jen a tour of his high school. They went to a movie, and later a drink with Ben, Mike's best friend from high school.

They held hands a lot, hugged, little kisses, laughed and joked around, talked about their future together. By the end of the weekend they were a couple again, committed to each other, inseparable.

The feelings she had for Wes quickly faded away. They were like a weak shadow of what she felt for Mike. True, their sex had been amazing. But now Jen realized it'd just been physical. Any emotional attachment had been only a temporary infatuation, nothing real, nothing close to permanent.

Jen's cheating weighed on her. The more she reconnected with Mike, the closer she got to him, the more she felt like she had to confess her unfaithfulness. She owed that to Mike. She was terrified he'd dump her. But her cheating was clearly wrong. She'd betrayed him. He was too good a person, too good a boyfriend, she had to tell him.

Back at Penn State, Jen was with Mike in his room. (Sam was away doing an interview for a summer internship.) Jen undressed and put on Mike's frat t-shirt as they got ready to go to bed. She left her tights on though, knowing Mike really liked that.

"So I talked to Ricky," Mike said. "I'm moving back to the apartment. We'll share the bedroom. He's not there a lot because of baseball. So we'll have the apartment to ourselves a lot."