I thought that was bullshit. She was using that as an excuse. I was good enough for the moment, but she was interviewing others to see who would be an upgrade and take my place. Three weeks before summer break after my sophomore year, Rachel and I stopped seeing each other.
Then there had been Courtney (also not her real name). Courtney was a quiet incoming freshman, who always had her nose in the books. She was in two of my classes, and we ended up both trying to get the same book for one of our papers. I had it first, but she seemed nice, and I knew she was smart. Real smart, to be in some of the classes she was in. So I told her we could share.
We did an all-nighter in the library, barely speaking except for the work. I snuck in a snack in my backpack, and we shared it. She had chocolate. We both got A’s. When the next assigned paper came, we just looked at each other. We met in our same place in the lower stack of the library, combining our reference resources. She had brought a picnic. I had managed to get my hands on two wine-coolers.
I soon learned that underneath her disheveled raiment, sweatshirts and baggy pants, she had an amazing body. Two weeks later she was no longer a virgin.
Teri was right about one thing. Courtney didn’t seem to enjoy sex the first time, but she swore she loved it, because it was me. I was starting to see that Mom was right. Court didn’t know how to hide it yet. How to fake it.
Over the next few weeks, I realized somebody must have taught her. I did all the things that Rachel had taught me, and Courtney put on her show. I didn’t know it was a show at the time. She acted like I was driving her crazy. She would get so excited, stripping me naked every chance she got. She’d throw me on the bed, and sit on my face, begging me to get her off. Damn, that girl had me fooled!
I’d use my fingers on her, my tongue, my mouth. I bought the same toys that Rachel had introduced me to, nothing like I’d imagined or heard about. A big heavy duty plug-in vibrator, a weird shaped narrow curvy one with a cupped end, flavored lotions and special lubes. They all had seemed to work on Courtney just like they had with Rachel.
There must have been some kind of training materials those women used. Like Mom was going to teach Teri.
Courtney begged for my cock. She said she loved to suck it, loved how I tasted. She would plead with me to put it in her, and to never take it out. At least not more than six inches or so, until I pushed it back in. Whenever it went down, she’d do anything to get it back up again.
I knew she was smart. Brilliant. Smarter than me. I should have realized she’d figure out the game, and play it like a pro. She was going to fool some very lucky guy. Maybe it would be me, but then again maybe not. We had broken up before the break. She swore she loved me, and that I had changed her life. But she had something she wanted to clear up over the holidays and she didn’t want to hold me down. I had figured it was an ex-boyfriend or something. I was a little disappointed to be honest, but when school started again, I reckoned we’d be able to pick it up where we left off.
I get it now. Hold me down? I bet she was like Rachel. She’d be interviewing my replacements over the holidays, now that she had learned what she could from me. She was no longer a shy amateur. She’d become an expert in subterfuge. She’d be looking to upgrade.
The thoughts racing through my mind distracted me enough to miss the end of the conversation. Mom and Teri had disappeared, while I was lost in my reverie. Listening carefully, I heard their voices in the back of the house, coming from Mom’s bedroom. I quickly got off the couch and snuck out to the garage. I stealthily lifted the garage door, put the car in neutral and rolled it backward. Once I hit the street, I started it up. I drove into the garage revving the engine a few times before using the automatic garage opener to noisily lower the door.
My girls were waiting for me when I walked in through the kitchen. You’d never have known that either of them had been crying. I got hugs from both of them, told them about my luck with no exams the last two days, and let them feed me and spoil me.
I couldn’t help but look at them in a new light. They were women, a whole different species, and I didn’t understand them. The level of trickery going on was mind-boggling. What else were they dishonest about? I never would have believed any of it if I hadn’t heard it for myself.
I knew my life would never be the same. I didn’t know how true that was, and for very different reasons than I had imagined.
That was the start of my Christmas vacation, but far from the end. Up to this point, I’ve written in excess of the required 3000 words (3212). I’ve also front loaded my vocabulary words. Dr. Hamilton, if you could find it in your heart to commiserate with my plight, please read no further, and grade me on what I’ve written so far.
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I sincerely hope that you haven’t continued reading. What follows is an embarrassment and paints me in an awfully perverse and immoral light. Once again, I implore you to grade me on what I’ve previously written. If you do continue, I beg you to understand, my moral slide was never intended. Like so many, the path I followed was paved with good intentions.
My Christmas break story continues:
For almost a week, I walked around in a confused daze. I studied Mom and Teri, looking for other signs of deception. They had to be there. They couldn’t be that good at hiding things. But they were.
I couldn’t help but think about Rachel and Courtney. I had a lot of time for thinking. Mom still had her job to go to everyday, and Teri had a week of classes to go. I was home alone, a lot.
After four days of confusion and agony pondering the enigma before me, I had to do something. I still had Rachel’s cell phone and gave her a call. She didn’t pick up, so I left a message. I was afraid she wouldn’t call me, even though we’d ended up as friends. She was my source for liquor, including those wine-coolers. I asked her to please call me, I needed her help and advice.
It wasn’t an hour later that I received her call.
We chatted, and she seemed to be happy. She was dating, and even had a potential boyfriend, but pouted that he wasn’t me. She asked me about Courtney and I confessed that we’d broken up. After the niceties were through she got right to the point.
“Your message sounded like you were upset, Travis. What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to ask what I needed to know. So I just blurted it out. “Is it all a lie, Rachel? Do all women fake it? Is sex just good for the guys? Why put me through all that we did, if you don’t even like it?” By the end, I’m sure I sounded more than a little irascible.
“What are you talking about? Is what a lie?” she asked calmly.
“Liking sex. The fake orgasms, the way you act, all that shaking. Does my cum really taste horrible? Does it hurt when I stick it in you? Do you have to-”
“Hold your horses, Travis, and settle down. Why the hell would you think that? Do you honestly believe I would lie to you about everything? You’re really hurting my feelings right now.”