The weeks following the one-night-stand that I write about in the first blog post were filled with heart-break, rejection and general self-loathing. I went into that incredible night thinking it was just sex, and it was, but I wanted more of it and he did not. The night had been so electric and magnetic that I couldn’t imagine why he wouldn’t want to do it again. I remember blathering through a tear-stained face to my roommate, Ashley, that it was because he was wearing beer goggles and when he woke up in the morning he knew he’d made a big mistake. I felt ugly, unwanted and so upset with myself for caring.
Ashley was getting sick of me. Of course, she was still hooking up with various people and clearly didn’t carry the plague I did. I was moody and irritable. I hadn’t even turned a head since my epic night of uninhibited fucking. Ashley came home one day, literally with her new swimmer on her arm, and said “get over it!” “It’s time to get yourself together.” And even though it hurt, I knew she was right.
We were coming up on end-of-semester finals. One evening, mid-week, Ashley and I decided to go to the library together to study. In between studying, we took spots at the computers located in the center of the library. This was 1998 and the internet was still very new to me. Ashley was the first person I knew who had a Hotmail account and she may have even helped me set mine up that night. She also knew how to message people on the other computers around us. Across the table from our computer was a tall, chiseled, muscular football player named Jake. Ashley and Jake had hooked up at a party in the fall, so she new him a little. They were flirtatious for sure. I drooled every time time I passed him on campus. I seriously doubted that he even knew that I existed. I know, I know. This is sounding much like a John Hughes movie! But this, in fact, is the retelling of a true story that happened to me. As fantasy and wet dream as it sounds, it fucking happened. Sometimes I still cannot believe it. Ashley sent a message over to Jake that said “my roommate thinks you’re really hot.” His interest was peaked (really, is it always that easy?!) Then she said, “She’s really sad. You should come over and cheer her up.” He asked why I was sad. She told him a baseball player had ditched me after a hook-up and I was having a hard time getting over it.
Jake then wrote, “I’ll be over around 10pm, I need to study a little more.” What?! Ashley and I walked home from the library giddy. I really didn’t believe he would show up. Ashley, on the other hand, said, “Yes, he’s totally coming! I can tell by the way he was checking you out. He thinks you’re a hottie!” I wasn’t buying it. When we got home, I got into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and headed to bed. I had just turned out the light and was laying in the dark when I heard a knock on our front door. My heart was racing. Ashley answered the door and I could easily hear them in the living room of our tiny little two-bedroom carriage-house. At first I thought that since I’d gone to bed and they had history, they’d just hook up again. Then I heard Ashley say, “C’mon, let’s go in her room and cheer her up.”
What happened next is a blurry, yet totally sober exchange of saliva, hands, sweat, moans and cum. Jake and Ashley sat on either side of me in my double bed and pulled down the covers. I really don’t know who kissed who first, Jake and Ashley or me and Jake. Ashley had one rule with me, no kissing each other. I could lick her tits, finger her and kiss any other part of her body, but no kissing on the lips. Jake went down on both of us as we caressed each other from top to bottom. I can still feel the goosebumps on Ashley’s skin as she came with him sucking on her clit. I remember Jake standing silhouetted from the alley street lights at the foot of my bed. Ashley and I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. We took turns taking him into our mouths. Then he layed back and I finished him off. It was an absolutely amazing, dream-like night for all three of us. And it was just what I needed to get over the hump of the rejection from the one-night-stand.
*What started out as our own little inside joke ended with each of us hooking up with someone from nearly every sports team at our university: soccer, track, baseball, football and swimming. I never connected with a swimmer. Only Ashley could add that one to her list. Ahhh, but baseball and football will forever stand out in my mind!
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