Chloe's Ex Ch. 01

Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Part 1: Meeting Chloe

I was nervous. I had just moved halfway across the country, leaving the hometown I had lived in my entire life. I wasn't sure what to expect from college. I was excited to be on my own, but as a shy, geeky, somewhat effeminate boy, I was scared that I might not fit in.

I was lucky to have parents who paid for me to live in my own apartment, even as a freshman. It was pretty small, but it was just a five minute walk from campus. Still, I was worried that living on my own would keep me from making friends. Most of the freshmen would be living in dorms together, hanging out with the other kids on their floor and going to parties together.

Even though I was shy, I was determined to make at least one friend at my freshman orientation. I arrived at the auditorium where all the freshmen were expected to gather and took a seat, nervously scanning the room. I nodded and said "hi" softly to the guy sitting next to me, who said "hey" back but quickly turned to the person sitting on the other side of him.

Looking around the room, I froze as I saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen walk into the auditorium. She was about 5'6" and had blonde, shoulder-length hair and a cute, bright smile. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a thin, pink tank top that showed about an inch of her midriff. Her black bra was visible through the tight-fitting tank top, which revealed plenty of cleavage from her C-cup breasts. I saw several guys stop and stare as she walked in.

As she looked around, she noticed the empty seat next to me and started walking toward me. I couldn't believe my luck! This hot girl came and sat down right next to me, smiling at me and saying, "Hi! I'm Chloe."

"Oh, uh, um, hi," I stammered. "I'm Noah."

"Nice to meet you, Noah," she said.

I couldn't believe this girl was talking to me. We chatted for a few minutes, telling each other where we were from and what our majors were. I couldn't help but keep glancing down at her cleavage, it was so on display. As she was telling me about what classes she had signed up for, she leaned forward, and I couldn't help but stare at her perky tits. She paused for a second, and I looked up at her. She had clearly caught me. I felt myself turning red, and started stammering an apology. She just giggled and touched my arm. "Don't worry about it, Noah, I know guys like to look at my body."

"Oh...uh..." I didn't know what to say, looking all around the room to avoid peeking at her cleavage again.

She laughed. "You're cute."

"I...uh...I am?" I said, stunned.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "In, like, a baby-faced, prettyboy kind of way. I actually thought you might be gay when I sat down, but I can see by how much you like staring down my shirt that you're not."

"I, uh, I'm sorry, I just..." I started, but she just giggled and touched my arm again.

The orientation started, and we turned our attention to the speakers. As we listened, I noticed Chloe jot something down on a strip of paper and then slide it to me. I picked it up and read it: "Let's hang out sometime, cutie." She had drawn a little smiley face and then added her phone number. I looked at her, stunned, but she just smiled back at me and smiled. I nodded enthusiastically, folded the paper, and put it in my pocket.

My plan to make a friend at orientation went better than I ever could have expected!

Part 2: Our First Date

I called Chloe a couple days after we met, making myself wait so that I didn't seem to desperate. She seemed excited to get my call and we arranged a date for that weekend - dinner and a movie. I couldn't believe it! This incredibly hot girl was actually interested in me.

That weekend, we went to a restaurant on campus. I got there first and was seated at a table. After a few minutes of waiting, in walked Chloe, wearing the most stunning blue dress I'd ever seen. It clung nicely to her thin body, showcasing her cleavage and her smooth, long legs. As she walked to the table, I stood up and hugged her nervously, getting a thrill from touching her. She giggled at my excitement and we sat down.

The conversation flowed smoothly between us - we discussed our backgrounds, our majors, our hobbies and interests, and so on.

After a short lull in the conversation, Chloe smiled and asked me, "So...have you ever been in a serious relationship before?"

"Oh, uh, no," I said, embarrassed. "I wasn't, like, super popular in high school."

"Oh..." Chloe said. I couldn't read her reaction. She smiled again. "So, does that mean that you're, like, a virgin?"

I blushed, a little stunned she was asking me such a personal question on our first date. "Uh...well...yeah," I admitted.

"Oh," Chloe said. "Well, that's okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Um...what about you?" I said, wanting to change the subject. "You must've had lots of guys interested in you in high school."

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Chloe said. "I only had one regular boyfriend though...Ethan." When she said his name, she looked off a little dreamily.

"Oh..." I said, not sure how to respond. "Um, why did you break up?"

"Well, he's going to a different college now. But also, um, we always had kind of an off-and-on relationship," she said. "Very...passionate."

"Oh..." I said, getting uncomfortable.

"Yeah..." She looked away, lost in thought. "He was, like, really hot...on the football team. He was just, so...mmmm."

I looked down uncomfortably, feeling myself turning red.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she laughed.

"Uh, it's okay," I said.

She smiled. "Anyway, you don't have to worry. I'm ready for a different kind of relationship now. Ethan was very, uh, cocky. I'm looking for something with somebody who's a little sweeter...like you."

I smiled at her. "Uh, thanks."

That awkward conversation aside, the rest of the date went great. We went to the movie, and as we watched, she slid her hand into mine, holding it tightly, and leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

At the end of the night, I walked her home. As we stood in front of her place, I looked her in the eyes and said, "I had a great time tonight. Can I call you again?"

She smiled. "Definitely. You're so sweet." She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips that lasted several seconds. I felt a thrill all through my body. "Good night," she said. I watched her walk into her building, her cute little butt swaying back and forth.

Part 3: Chloe Spends the Night

A few nights later, I received a text on my phone. It was from Chloe: "wanna watch a movie at your place? ;)"

Obviously, I immediately texted back, "Yeah, sounds great!" and set up a time. I didn't want to make any assumptions, but I felt like I had a really good chance of sleeping with this hot girl!I felt my pants swell.

A few hours later, she arrived at my apartment. I opened the door, finding her in a pair of loose-fitting pajama shorts and a baggy college sweater, holding a couple of DVDs. She looked so cute and sexy. I had put on a nice pair of jeans and an untucked, button-up shirt, trying to look cool.

"Hi," she said, smiling at me.

"Uh, hi," I said. "Come on in."

She walked inside, looking around. "Nice apartment!" she said.

I made some popcorn and got Chloe a Diet Coke. We sat down on my couch and made conversation for a while, seeing how our first week at college was going - making schedules, buying textbooks, all that kind of stuff. After a while we put on the movie.

As we started watching, Chloe quickly moved up next me, cuddling against me as I put my arm around her. I carefully placed my hand on her arm, not wanting to make any moves that might offend her.

The movie continued. After a while, I felt Chloe's hand moving up and down my thigh. I felt my hard-on straining against my jeans, and soon enough, Chloe felt it too. Her hand on my crotch startled me, and I jumped a little, making a surprised sound.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Chloe said, moving away from me a little.

"No, no, it's okay, it's okay," I said, embarrassed.

She smiled. "Yeah?" she said. "Sure you're ready for this?"

I nodded as she stared into my eyes. Her hand slid up my thigh again, then firmly grasped my throbbing erection through my jeans. She smiled, leaned into me, and we started making out.

My hands started moving all up and down her body, hesitantly at first, then eagerly. As we made out, she straddled me and started unbuttoning my shirt. My hands slid under her sweater and I discovered she was not wearing a bra. I let out a moan as I squeezed her breast. She pulled off my shirt, then quickly removed her sweater, revealing her amazing, perky tits to me.

"Take your pants off," Chloe whispered sexily in my ear, then stood up in front of me. I quickly fumbled around with my jeans and removed them, keeping my underwear on. Chloe reached down and allowed my hard-on to pop out. She looked at my 7-inch erection thoughtfully and said, "Hmm. Not bad." She dropped her pajama shorts and her perfect body was now completely naked in front of me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening!

"You have a condom?" she asked me. I quickly reached into a drawer in an end table and pulled one out. She smiled. "Put it on." I tore the condom open and, after a little bit of fumbling around and trying to figure it out, I slid it onto me.

She giggled at my obvious excitement, then straddled me again and we made out for a while. My cock rubbed tantalizingly against her thighs and pussy. "I'm so wet for you, Noah," she moaned. Finally, she slid down on my cock. I had never felt anything so intense.

"Mmm," Chloe said, looking down at me as she lowered herself all the way down. "This is gonna be fun."

She rose up on my cock again, then back down. I groaned, and then, suddenly- "Ohhhhh, oh fuck," I groaned.

Chloe stopped, feeling my cock pulsing. I couldn't believe it - I had cum after two thrusts. "Oh..." she said, clearly disappointed. She lifted herself off of me.

I was so embarrassed. "Shit, I'm sorry," I said.

She smiled at me sweetly. "It's okay, it was your first time," she comforted me, rubbing my hand. "Maybe we can try again later?"

I looked at her hopefully. "Uh, yeah, if you don't mind staying?" I said.

"Of course not," she said.

I went and cleaned myself off and put some comfy clothes on. After a while, we tried again, but the same thing happened! I couldn't believe it. She was obviously disappointed again, but again comforted me and said that once I got used to the feeling I'd be able to last longer.

Part 4: Ethan Gets a Transfer

I was pretty humiliated by my first sexual experience. I assumed Chloe wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore, but to my surprise, she texted me a couple days later asking if I wanted to go out on another date. Happily, I accepted.

We continued dating like that for the next several weeks. She started hanging out more often at my apartment, and we continued having sex. She was right, at first - as I got used to having sex with her, I did start lasting longer - but I maxed out at about 10 minutes, usually less. I could see she never orgasmed. She started encouraging me to eat her out more often, which I did. I developed a talent for making her cum that way, which made me happy, but I still wished I could fuck her better.

This continued for a couple of months. Then, one day, as Chloe was sitting on my couch scrolling through her phone, she exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

I turned my attention away from the TV show I was watching and asked her, "What's up?"

"You remember me telling you about Ethan, my boyfriend from high school?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. How could I forget the faraway look on her face when she described her hot, football-playing boyfriend?

"I can't believe it!" she said. "He got a transfer here!"

I looked at her, stunned. "To this school? He's gonna come here?" I asked, nervously.

"Yeah, in January! Oh my god!" she said. She was clearly stunned, but also excited.

"Um...wow...that's...interesting," I said, not sure how to react.

"Yeah..." she said, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. Then she kind of snapped out of it, looked at me, and smiled. "You okay?" she asked.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

"Good," she said. "I can't believe you'll get to meet him! I promise you'll like him."

I nodded. This wasn't exactly thrilling news to me, but I took it in stride.

As the weeks went by, I tried to see any changes in Chloe's attitude for me, worried she would break up with me so that she could get back with Ethan when he moved here. But she seemed as interested in me as ever - we hung out together more and more, going to bars and parties together, making friends, and just hanging out at my apartment. Our sex life didn't improve, but it did continue, which I felt extremely lucky about.

Finally, winter break rolled around. We were both traveling home for the next couple weeks, but I knew that when we returned, Ethan would be there too. In fact, Chloe had convinced me to host a party the weekend we all got back - she didn't say it was a party for Ethan or anything, but as we were putting together the list of friends we should invite, she made sure to note that he'd be here by then and the party would be a good time to meet him. I reluctantly agreed, trying not to let petty jealousies inflame me.

Part 5: Ethan Comes to Our Party

Winter break passed, and we all returned to school. Chloe and I were happy to reunite. I was so excited to be back with her, I only lasted a couple of minutes when we had sex, but only after I had eaten her pussy to an orgasm.

The day of the party arrived. A few of our friends who were over 21 had stocked my fridge with beer and liquor. Chloe wore a very sexy white sundress with a flowers on it. Thin white straps held up the low-cut top of the dress, which cupped her breasts nicely. The bottom went down to the middle of her thigh. It was loose enough that if she moved right, you could catch glimpses of the white lacy panties she was wearing.

Friend started flowing in, and we were all having a great time. Chloe and I had made a lot of good friends since the start of the year, from classes and student groups and whatnot. I was a little nervous about Ethan coming, but I tried not to let it worry me too much.

After we'd all had a couple drinks, Ethan finally arrived. I was talking to a group of friends from one of my classes, as I heard a squeal from the other side of the room. It was Chloe, who had opened the door to find Ethan on the other side. "Ethan!" she cried. There he was - a tall, brown-haired jock wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Ethan's muscular arms went around her sides and he easily picked her small body up in the air for a few seconds before setting her down gently. As he entered the room, I could see them excitedly greeting each other, but couldn't make out everything they were saying.

I tried re-focusing on the conversation I'd been having with my friends, but I was always keeping an eye on Chloe, who was taking Ethan around, introducing him to our friends. She and Ethan were both beaming, clearly happy to be reunited. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

After Chloe and Ethan made their way through a lot of our friends, they got to me and the friends I was speaking to. "Hey, baby," Chloe said to me. "This is Ethan! Ethan, this is my boyfriend, Noah." As she introduced him, she put her hand on his arm and gave it a little squeeze.

"Hey, man," Ethan said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

He held his hand out and I shook it. His grip was very firm. "Uh, hey, nice to meet you, Ethan."

Chloe introduced Ethan to our other friends there. We made a little bit of small talk. I saw Chloe looking Ethan up and down and biting her lower lip a couple times, which obviously made me feel uncomfortable, but I tried not to let jealousy get the best of me.

After a few minutes, Chloe said there were a few more friends she wanted to introduce Ethan to, and they wandered off to continue mingling.

"So, uh, that's her ex-boyfriend?" one of my friends asked me.

I sighed. "Yeah..."

"Damn," my friend said. "That's some bad luck."

I tried to act like I wasn't bothered. "What do you mean?"

He scoffed a little. "Come on, dude," he said. I just looked at him. "Let's just say, I'd keep an eye on them if I were you."

I definitely followed his advice, never going more than a minute without glancing over to see what they were up to. After a while, they sat down on my couch together, their backs to me. Somebody else sat on the couch with them, and a group of friends formed a little circle sitting on the floor around them. Nothing out of the ordinary, although Ethan's arm was up on the couch, around Chloe's shoulders.

I kept talking to another circle of friends standing near the kitchen, making sure to stand where I could see Chloe and Ethan. But after a while, I got distracted by some friends who wanted me to make drinks for them. I tried to make them as quickly as I could, but then realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I rushed to finish the drinks, handed them to my friends, then scurried to the bathroom.

When I came back out, it had been maybe 10 minutes since I had seen what Chloe and Ethan were doing. I walked into the kitchen and looked over at the couch in the living room. I didn't see Chloe, but Ethan was, for some reason, on his knees on the couch kind of leaning forward on his arms.

My heart started beating faster, and I quickly walked over to the living room. A lot of my friends saw me as I approached and I could see the "oh shit" looks on their faces. When I got to the couch, I saw Chloe, lying on her stomach, as Ethan gave her a massage, kneeling on the couch and straddling her legs. I froze, and the circle of friends around Chloe and Ethan quieted down.

"Uh, hey, what's going on, guys?" I said, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, hey, baby," Chloe said, kind of groaning the words as Ethan lightly rubbed her shoulders with his strong hands. "Ethan, stop for a second."

Ethan stopped his massage, bringing his hands down to rest gently on her lower back.

Chloe turned her head toward me and said, "Noah, I was just saying that my back kind of hurt from all the jogging I do, and Ethan was saying he's majoring in sports medicine and they taught him a lot about massaging muscles and stuff, so I asked if he could give me a massage."

"She's real tight back here, dude, just thought I could help her out," Ethan said, bringing his hands to her bare upper back and beginning to lightly rub.

I felt myself turning red. Some of my friends looked slightly stunned, some of them had little smiles on their faces I could tell they were trying to suppress. "Um...I mean..." I said, not quite knowing what to say. I could only stare at Ethan's muscular body, basically on top of Chloe, thinking about all the great sex Chloe said they had. "So...you're just gonna give her a massage...here...on my couch?"

"I mean, it's not the ideal conditions. She's wearing this dress, for one, and we don't have a massage bed," Ethan said. "But I can still do a pretty good job here."

I was pretty sure I heard somebody snicker.

"Mmmm, it feels sooo amazing," Chloe said.

His hands moved lower, rubbing the middle of her back through her dress, then moving down to just above her butt. "Feel it right there?" he said.

"Mmm, yeah, that's good," she kind of moaned.

"Um..." I said. "I don't really think you guys should be..." I just kind of trailed off.

Chloe looked up at me. "Sweetie, this is like a professional massage and I'm getting it for free. Why would I turn that down?"