Lifestyle Ch. 02: Different Paths

We had a great time over the summer, getting together as often as we could between our jobs. But it was again time for me to go back to the university for my senior year.

As promised, I gave her my two-week's notice. And we fucked every time we got together. On our last night before I left, Jan said, "I'm not going to spend the next year alone, masturbating."

"I know," I said. "Like last year, we'll date others, right?"

"Well, it's not like we're married."

"I know. But I miss our time together. I missed you when I was away at school."

"If I didn't know better, I might think you're about to use the 'L'-word."

"I don't know what that is."

"It's when you think about someone all the time, and you can't stand being away from them."

"But I can stand it. That's why I'm going back to college."

"Well, burst my bubble. There I thought you might be starting to show some emotions."

"I do show my emotions! I brought you flowers, and we kiss a lot."

"Those aren't the same thing. They're only ... Oh, let it go. Let me know if you get serious with another woman at college. OK?"

"OK. And you do the same if you hook up with another guy."

"I can do that, too," she said. She rolled her eyes, as if I missed something.

I didn't understand what she expected. I was going to college to finish my degree, and she wasn't coming with me. And as she said when I left the previous year, she would date others.

It is what it is!

Another Year

I moved back to the cramped apartment with my friend Eric and settled into my classes and parttime job routines at college. And Jan and I kept in touch with a few letters during the first months. Then in November, she sent one short letter saying: "Call me."

So, I called her the next Sunday. "Hi. What's up?"

"Well, I thought you should know, I'm moving in with a guy."

"Sharing a place? Or is this serious?"

"I met him at the diner ... one of the customers. We've gone out a few times. Ray is about five years older and has his own one-bedroom apartment."

I suddenly noticed something felt different and wrong in my stomach. "And you're moving in with him?"

"Well, not completely. He did give me a key, and I'm moving some clothes and a few other things in. I'm just not completely moving out of my parent's house. So, I thought you should know."

"OK. I hope he treats you right."

"If he doesn't, he won't get a chance to mistreat anyone else."

So, it ended between us. She was hooking up with another guy. And I realized I already missed her. The thought of not getting together with her again bothered me ... a lot.

But it is what it is.

It was a few weeks later I met Brenda at a bar near the university. She's a five-foot four, nicely built brunette, and a year younger than me. She was wearing a loose-fitting blouse, and skin-tight jeans tucked into knee-high, stiletto-heel boots. She wasn't a college student. She lived at home with her parents and worked cleaning a local sports bar after hours.

But, tonight, she was out at this dance bar alone, and I actually asked her to dance! We had a few drinks and dances, then left the bar together and spent the next hour in my car parked in the back corner of the parking lot. After kissing in the car for a few minutes, she reached down, unzipped her boots, dropping them on the floor. Then she unzipped her jeans and peeled them off, along with her panties.

Brenda leaned back against the passenger door and spread her legs as best she could in the cramped space, while I crawled into position. I opened a condom and slipped it on to awkwardly fuck her there.

Brenda and I had some fun times together over the next few months. We fucked in the car, in my off-campus room (when my roommate wasn't there), as well as on the hood of my car in a parking garage. And although I would go down on her (I learned from Jan she enjoyed my tongue on her clit), Brenda never took my cock in her mouth.

Once, when I suggested Brenda try it, she said, "I'm not 'that' kind of girl!" Apparently, she equated sucking a guy's cock with being a hooker.

During our times together, she said, "You don't need to use condoms. I'm on the Pill." So, we fucked bareback after that.

After three months of dating, Brenda and I made plans for a date on one Saturday evening. When I showed up at her parent's house to pick her up, she wasn't there. I met her parents several times previously when picking her up for dates. So, they invited me in to wait for her.

Brenda showed up about 45 minutes late, and she had obviously been drinking. She was in no shape to go out anywhere. So, we sat and watched TV, while her parents gave us some private time alone. Brenda sobered up, and we made plans to go out the next night.

I picked her up on Sunday and took her out to dinner. After dinner, we got into the car to drive home, and she leaned over to kiss me. Her kissing became very passionate, and her hand went down to my crotch. She rubbed my crotch, and I felt my cock stiffening under her hand, as she said, "Let's find some place private."

I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Brenda began working on the zipper of my pants. She reached in and pulled my cock out, as I pulled up to the first stop light. I sat there with Brenda's hand wrapped around my cock stroking it and we waited for the light to turn green. Then she leaned over and took it in her mouth!

Brenda sucked on my cock as I drove through the green light and turned down a darkened country road. I pulled off the road, turned the car off, and leaned back to enjoy her new-found skill. After a few more minutes, she stopped sucking me and stripped. We fucked in the front seat again.

I was sitting in one of my classes a few days later, when I noticed a strange itch in my cock. It wasn't an itch on the outside like a bug bite. It felt like an itch inside. So, I went to the university clinic.

The doctor listened to me explain my symptoms, took some samples, then he gave me some penicillin tablets.

"Take these right now. You're lucky we have the tablets. The shots are more painful. It's probably gonorrhea, but we'll contact you if it's anything else. In the meantime, no sex for a week, and use condoms when you do have sex. Also, you are required to talk to the social services counselor before you leave."

The social services counselor said by law, I had to reveal all my sex partners for the previous month, so they could be contacted and treated.

"I was planning to see Brenda tonight, anyway," I said. "So, our date will be dropping her off at the hospital E.R.!"

When Brenda was coming out of the E.R. an hour after I dropped her off, she was rubbing her ass. Apparently, they didn't have the penicillin tablets.

I was talking to my roommate, Eric about the experience, and he said, "You never introduced me to your girlfriend. Is she the same Brenda who hangs out at the Sports Bar? And you fucked her, without a condom?"

"I never went to that bar, but yes. She said she works there, cleaning the place after hours."

"Yea, well, during hours, you can give her two drinks, and she'll clean you in the parking lot! I thought you knew. We all go there when we're between steady girlfriends! The bar owner even allowed four of us to stay after hours taking turns with her on the pool table two weeks ago."

"Well, I took her to the E.R. last night, so you might get a call from Social Services to get checked."

"I used condoms. And I doubt she even knows my name," Eric said.

I realized I had been missing some very important social information which the college professors and books didn't provide. So, it was time to start talking to others more often, and prudent to stop looking for fuck partners. I began studying socializing as a new hobby. And in my geek way, that first meant reading library books on subjects like psychology and body language.

I graduated with a B.A. in Computer Science. I realized I learned a lot at the university, things which I couldn't have learned by reading books on my own!

With no immediate job offers after graduation, I moved back home with my parents while applying for industry jobs to start the next phase of life. And in the meantime, I was also back to carrying shingles and bricks to pay the bills, while awaiting other opportunities.

To be continued ...