Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man- Although one interpretation of backdoor man is referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in this series involve a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over. This story and series is property of the writer and there is no permission given to reproduce or use it in any other manner than to read for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance of a character to an actual real life person is merely coincidental and unintentional.

This part of the series picks up where "Lacrosse Girlfriends 2" ends with Mark still in Gabriela's bedroom. It would lend some insight if one was to read both "Backdoor Man: Lacrosse Girlfriends" and "Backdoor Man: Lacrosse GF-Gabriela."

Thank you for taking the time to look and if you have been following the series, thank you very much as well.

Backdoor Man- Gabriela 2

Our intertwined bodies were startled awake. The clock radio on Gabby's nightstand read 3 AM. Giggling voices in the outer room alerted us to the fact that we were no longer alone. The apartment itself was three bedrooms with two girls in each and Gabby's roommate, Gina, was drunkenly trying to stay quiet as she stumbled in with Daniela.

"Shhhhh, you'll wake the princess," Daniela said loudly.

"Quick, get your clothes and go under the bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurry up!" Gabby urged as she put on a robe to head off her roommates.

"Hey there ladies! I wasn't sure if you would make it back tonight. I thought you would be flat on your backs, whoring it up with some one nighter. Did you have a good night in the city?"

"Yeh, it was a good time, but me and Daniela wanted to catch you shoving your fingers into your needy little cunt, so we came home. But, seriously, how are you feeling?" Gina asked her best friend in all sincerity.

"Uhhhhh, yep, feeling better for sure. Nothing a little wine, movie rentals and rest couldn't help," I heard Gabby reply, covering her tracks with expertise.

Earlier, she had thrown out the leftover pizza, cleaned the plates, and erased all signs of me being there, aside from the beer in the fridge. Now, all I had to do was find a way out of her apartment.

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Man, that fucking girl can talk.

"Gina, just shut the fuck up and pass our already," I thought tomyself as Gabby and Gina chatted in their room, me stuck under the former's bed, waiting for a time to escape.

Finally, around 5 AM, Gabby leaned down and whispered that the coast was clear.

We quietly tiptoed to the apartment door, Gabby locking the door after I exited.

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Saturday ended up to be more like what I imagined Friday to be. After rolling out of bed at eleven, I grabbed a banana, a protein shake, and a granola bar, making it to the gym by noon. I had a great workout and back to my dorm at two.

A quick shower, a hello to Sofia, my RA whose open door was a constant unless her boyfriend was inside, and then a sandwich saw me in the library by three. I spent the bulk of the early evening there, not exiting until closing time for a Saturday, eight.

I drove over to Rutt's Hut and sat at the bar. Of course, I was carded, but my cousin's license made me 22. I enjoyed three rippers (deep fried hot dogs) and some fries. That, three beers and some pleasant conversation with a couple in their 40's was the extent of my big night out.

I entered my dorm room, the blinking red light of the answering machine drew my attention, but I ignored it. WNEW was on the stereo. It was a mellow night, so I grabbed a beer and then pressed play. There was the weekly message from mom, then a message from Lisa with Monica interjecting in the background (it was obvious they had a little too much wine), and lastly, Gabriela left a safe and generic message.

"Hey Mark, I am sorry to disturb you on a weekend and I'm not sure if you are around, but I, uhh, the guys said that you are a good writer and have helped them with some papers. So, if you have some time, maybe you could give me some help with one. Thanks, Gabby."

I waited until roughly eleven to call her back. I figured her roommates would be out and she could speak a bit more freely.

I was wrong.

Gina answered the phone. I asked for Gabby and told her who I was. She asked me, "Who?," but I detected a slight laugh in her question before she called for Gabby.

"Hey, Mark, thanks for calling me back? Yes, uhhh, well, I am having difficulty with this one paper for my stupid Sociology class. It's to fulfill the social sciences requirement for general education. I don't even know why I took it."

Her exasperation over the phone was apparent. In fact, she was a little too agitated for just a paper. This was Gabriela, after all, and nothing really phased her. I would later learn that the paper and her "act" was to throw a suspicious Gina off the trail. Gina was there the entire time and Gabby had to play it casual.

Gabby wanted to see me again. That much I was certain about.

"So, why don't we meet at the library around nine tomorrow, if that's not too early for you. I will bring the coffee and bagels," she stated matter of factly.

"Uhhhh, that sounds good, sure."

"Okay, thanks Mark," and she hung up.

Sometime during Brad Hall's Weekend Update on SNL, my phone rang again. I paused, thinking to let the answering machine pick up, but it could be something important since it was so late, so I answered.

"Hey, Mark, it's Gabby," a hushed voice said.

"Yes, Gabby, what's up?"

"Well, a couple of things. First, I don't need help with a paper. Second, are you with any skanks right now or are you alone? Third, is your roommate at home still?"

I chuckled as I replied. "No, no skanks, I am alone, and my roommate works back home tomorrow and will not be back until Sunday evening. Why do you ask?"

"Just think of a private place we can go. I will be over to your dorm early tomorrow morning, bye."

My reply was cut short by her hanging up, the busy signal alerting me to the abrupt ending. Placing the phone back in the cradle, I smiled and thought that it was good to stay in on the weekends some time.

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There was a knock on my dorm room door at 7 AM. I opened the door carefully. Cracking it open, I used the door to hide my morning wood.

Gabby looked vibrant. She was dressed casually in Guess jeans, an oversized burnt orange sweater with a black tank top underneath, and black Chuck Taylor's. The outfit and her minimal use of make up highlighted her true, natural beauty.

"Hey, what's up? Aren't you ready yet?" she asked with a mischievous grin, knowing full well that she had awoken me.

"Uhhh, well, depends on what you mean by ready?" I countered, opening the door to let her in, knowing she would be faced with my hard cock in my boxers.

Her eyes popped open a bit wider, but then she composed herself, acting as if she hadn't seen a thing. She walked in and around the wardrobe that my roommate and I had moved so people couldn't see directly in the room. I followed her, pulling out the chair at my desk for her to sit at.

"Just give me a few minutes and I will be right with you," I hurriedly stated, grabbing my toiletries bag and towel.

I showered in record time, coming back to the sink in the room to brush my teeth and floss. We were headed out the door in no time, bookbags in hand as we passed Sofia, who wore a suspicious glance. We made it to the elevator and out the dorm's front doors without encountering anyone else except for security at the front desk.

I stopped for coffee and bagels and we were on route 80 west by eight. It was smooth sailing as there was no Sunday traffic, just my truck and a few other cars. We chatted with each other, discussing our childhoods, friends, and families.

"Hey, Mark, I have a confession."

"Okay, uhhh, what?"

"Well, you said that you don't have a girlfriend, but when you were in the shower, I was sitting at your desk and you had a bunch of pictures taped to it."

"Okay, yes, I think most people have pictures, no?"

"Well, there was one girl who was in a lot of the pictures, even some with who I think are your parents. If you don't have a girlfriend, then who is she? You just told me that you didn't have any brothers or sisters."

I chuckled as this was ironic. Maybe she was just digging for information to put us on an equal playing field. Gabriela cheated on Vinnie so maybe I was cheating on a girlfriend who was back home. That would make us more like equals. Or maybe she was jealous. But, I am pretty sure that is just my inflated male ego thinking out loud. But, for whatever reason, she wanted to know about the girl in the pictures.

"That is my best friend, Lisa. We have been friends since grade school. You should be able to relate to that, right?"

Her furrowed brow and pursed lips said it all. Yes, I was making a comment about her and Vinnie's long time relationship, but she was being a bit nosey, so I couldn't resist. But, my obnoxious reply did gain me a punch to the shoulder.

"Hey, what was that for?" I feebly protested with a chuckle.

"You are a wise ass,,huh?" she more stated than questioned.

"Guilty as charged, but I didn't mean anything by it. I shouldn't have alluded to you and Vinnie, I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" I replied, smiling at her and rubbing her thigh.

She looked down at my hand, then back up at me. "I guess so, but we will see."

"I promise to be good from now on. Truce?" I asked, moving my hand up her thigh, closer to her inviting crotch.

"Okay, but no more ball busting. I would rather just, well, I am with you right now, so, uhhh, so I don't have to think about that part of my life, okay?"

"Okay," I replied, massaging her upper thigh reassuringly.

We were on the banks of the Delaware River in roughly an hour and a half. The banter we shared on the way after our little spat was replaced with the appreciative gasps of Gabby while we drove down Old Mine Road. The further we worked ourselves into the wilderness the quieter and more absorbed Gabby became with the scenery.

"Wow, how do you know about this place?" she asked in a state of half wonder.

"I grew up around here, so to me it is common. This used to be inundated with cabins and makeshift camps and such, but the government was going to build the Tocks Island Dam, so it bought up all the properties. The project fell through, so now we have this."

We parked and got out of the truck, taking a path that meandered along the river, sometimes right on top of it and other times a bit removed. Our hands moved together and apart, not forced, not awkward, but effortlessly joining and then separating in a non-chalant manner. As we moved down the path, the nervous city girl beside me tended to hold my hand a bit more often as she was not used to the seclusion that the woods provided.

We walked about a mile and a half, stretching the distance between us and any other hikers. I knew there was an overnight campsite for canoeing parties. There, we stopped and sat on a large, flat rock on the bank of the river. It was peaceful, quiet, and the sunshine on our bodies helped to relax Gabby more.

"Mark, we have to talk. I mean, uhh, well. I, I can't ..."

I let her stumble over her words. I wasn't going to interrupt. I wasn't to think for her or subject her to the same male influence that she had endured her entire life. I let her express herself at her own pace in the manner that she chose.

"It's just that. Well, I cheated on Vinnie. And, and, I feel like shit. I, I am acting like a slut. And that is not who I am."

I remained silent. Her words marinated with both of us. Letting her gather her thoughts gave her time to breathe and think for herself. As she did this, she kind of tilted her head down, as to peer up at me, trying to gauge my reactions. I remained unmoved, but my eyes were still kind.

"Don't get me wrong. You are a great guy. And, well, you, well your cock, it was, mmmm, it was amazing, but, I, I don't want to lead you on or anything. You know what I mean?"

I smiled at her, pulled her to me and hugged her, then kissed her forehead before releasing her.

"Listen, Gabriela, as I have stated before, you are a remarkable woman. I appreciate that you wanted to talk to me and explain yourself and I understand the mixed emotions that you have. You have to do what is right for you. Either way, I am just happy that we were able to experience each other, even if it is just once."

She sat there open mouthed, just staring at me as if in shock.

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GABBY'S THOUGHTS:

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!" Why can't this guy be just like all the other meatheads I know? Damn him, damn his understanding, damn his patience, damn his comfort. And most of all, damn that fucking cock of his. God, I never came that many times in one night. In fact, I am not sure if I ever had an orgasm before him.

Well, at least not such an intense one. Plus, the fucker wanted to eat me out. No fucking way, that is disgusting. Well, you know what? It was fucking mind blowing. Not that I am going to return the favor because only sluts suck cock, but his tongue was fucking incredible on my pussy.

Look, he even has me using the word pussy. No, this is not good. I have to cut this off, nip it in the bud, end this before it gets crazy. But, look at him. He is supporting me even now. Even when I tell him that we can't be together, he says that he is happy we shared what we shared.

What the fuck is that?

Damn, Damn, damn, damn!

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Gabby stood up and began to pace a bit. I stayed quiet, letting her work through her thoughts or whatever it was. She turned to me and I anticipated more rationalizations. Instead, she straddled my lap, placed her hands behind my head and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply.

Her needy tongue grappled with mine, almost violently, as if she was trying to dispel something, to rid herself of something. But, she did not stop kissing me. Maybe this was our last kiss, I thought. Maybe she was getting it out of her system. I did not know, but I certainly was enjoying the moment.

She moaned as we kissed. I eventually reached for her, hands gripping her sides, just behind her breasts, pulling her close to me. Her body was so tight and her sweet tasting mouth was magnificent to experience. It was like we were on our first date in high school.

Suddenly she stood up and began unsnapping her jeans.

"Gabby, you don't.."

"Shut up! Yes, I do."

She dropped her jeans, her black lace panties, and kicked off her Chucky T's. Even in the outdoors, I could smell her sex as the panties looked sodden.

I watched in a stupor of delight. She reached for my jeans' waistline, unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper and pulling on them. I lifted my ass to help her. She then grabbed my boxers and pulled them down.

She straddled me again and that is when I felt how soaking wet her pussy was. She was dripping with desire and she was taking advantage of our seclusion. She rubbed her pussy along my shaft, wetting it with her juices. Then, possessing my cock in her hand, she went up on tiptoes and hovered her tight hole over my manhood.

Her first attempt to impale herself was unsuccessful. So, she spit in her hand and rubbed the head of my cock. She did this two more times and then recentered over my rigid pole.

"AHHHHHHHH," was all she could muster as she slid down roughly half of my cock, resting there, staying in position by propping her forearms on my shoulders. She looked incredible, lust in her eyes, her wanton look of need was intoxicating.

Holding her hips, I let her dictate the pace. At first she was just grinding on me, obviously being stretched and stimulating her g-spot. It felt sublime to have this beautiful Italian goddess pleasuring herself on my rigid pole in the middle of nowhere.

Her face wore a slight smile as her half closed eyes fluttered. Her beautiful pussy was gripping my cock as she continued to rotate her hips and gyrate on my rock hard meat.

Gabby sat down more on my cock, then pulled back up wincing a bit, but also moaning in pleasure. She was stretching herself on me, but was also relishing the feel of being full, of feeling complete.

"UHHHHH, uhhhh, uhhhh," she moaned as she moved up and down most of my cock. Her head leaned into my neck as she rode my cock, her teeth biting into my shoulder as her body shuddered in an intense orgasm.

Pausing for a moment to regain some control, she began to move up and down more, finally filling herself completely with my cock. Another shudder followed as the brunette beauty came again while completely stuffed.

"Ahhhhh, you feel so fucking good, Mark. MMMMMMM, fuuucccckkkkk!" she bellowed. With no one around to hear her cry, it was as if she was free to express herself completely.

Her head was nestled into my chest again, her panting breath was hot on me, her pussy squeezing my manhood as her orgasm continued to roll from one to another. The grip of her pussy on my cock was intense. Her tight canal and taut body was squeezing my shaft with each movement up and down.

Lifting her head, her mouth now biting down on her quivering lip, she smiled, kissing me. As we kissed, her hands wrapped around my neck, she began to ride my cock in earnest. She worked up about halfway and then plunged back down in a rhythmic manner, as if grinding on the dance floor. It was fucking exquisite and I was soon panting from her gyrations.

A look of satisfaction crossed her face as she realized the effect she was having on me. And then she spoke to me, something quite out of character for the good Italian Catholic princess.

"Oh, is Mark's big, fat cock going to fill my pussy with his cum? Is he going to explode inside of me and fill me up? Huh, Mark? Are you going to fill my nasty pussy with your cum, huh, baby?"

Her words sent me over the edge. My hands on her hips took command and moved her up and down my cock as I thrust up into her as well. Although she was still moving, I had taken control and my thrusts were hard and firm as I neared my own intense orgasm.

"AHHHHH, FUCK, YES, FUCK YEH!!!!!" I screamed as I unloaded into her, Gabby shuddering from the force of my explosion, eliciting another powerful moaning orgasm in her that resulted in her collapsing on me, totally spent and filled. I held her tight as we panted into each other, sated and satisfied with our mutual explosions.

Our breathing began to normalize and Gabby began to giggle, just a slight little chuckle that had me perplexed, but I let it be. It continued as she chuckled and kissed my chest, still nuzzled into my body. The smell of her hair brought my light head back to consciousness. Just holding her like this was perfect, our shared moment certainly prolific.

"Well, I guess, uhhh, I guess I have reconsidered the cease and desist order, if you don't mind," she said before biting her lower lip.

"No, I am more than happy with the arrangement. How could I not be. An intelligent, smoking hot and sexy woman wants to have sex with me. I am good with it."

Gabby giggled again when a rush of cum washed down on me as she climbed off my semi-erect cock. I took off my pants and boxers from around my ankles and grasped her by the hip. As she stood there, I gestured for her to spread her legs a bit more, using the boxers to clean her pussy and legs.

She elected not to put her panties back on, pulling up her jeans and then putting on her sneakers. I did the same in turn, putting both her panties and my boxers in the pocket of my flannel shirt.