Tell Me What Really Happened

After the night of the party, we did not speak of Phil's wandering hand again for a long time.

She didn't remember everything, or anything, of that first night of confession, but there were signs she was uneasy.

She was very attentive, both to my words and to my deeds. Always the sign of a guilty conscience, no?

A few months later, she said a funny thing in bed.

"Everyone should know how good you are... " She opened her eyes as she said this, her hand in my hair, "They would love it."

Then, she took my hand and kissed it and began fellating the finger I offered her.

It took me back to that night--when I demanded that she show me how she sucked a cock.

"And you too, my love. I bet everyone around you imagines you in bed..." I whispered back.

"Do you... want to know... about a time I was really bad?" she asked, shy despite our dark bedroom and locked doors.

In response, I drew her hand to my erection. She gave me an appreciative sound deep in her throat, topped with a kiss--with formal manners, she stroked me. She loves to hold the bottom half of my cock and press the length of me along her forearm.

"I was at a frat party--it was my first one. My cousin was engaged to one of the frat boys, and we had all travelled down from Nebraska--me, my brother, his wife, my parents, and everyone. All I knew about Steve was that he was in a frat, all his groomsmen were in the same frat, and they were having some sort of big end-of-the-semester party."

"You have to watch out for those frat boys--I hear they take advantage of young Nebraska co-eds."

She gave me another kiss. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" She stroked me again.

"Yes." I lied. My hard-on told her otherwise.

"There was this guy, and he wanted to dance. Like, he was dancing when we showed up, and when we got stopped outside by security, he came out and helped get us in. He was like one of their big men, and he just got us added to the guest list and the right wristbands and all that. Then he went right back to dancing."

I shook my head. "Was this some kind of mating dance? He sounds like a dumbass."

"He was dancing with some girl, but he came back and gave us a tour of the house and got us into the private dorms so we could hang out and use his room. He had his own private room with a bathroom," Jan reminisced. "Everyone was drinking, of course. He had these colored jello shots that he said ran from almost non-alcoholic to absolutely dangerous, and he showed us the color scheme. He and my brother did shots, and then Steve showed up, and we all went back out to dance."

"I thought this was going to be a nasty story about a bad girl."

"I'm not a bad girl," she said.

"Okay," I allowed, catching a whiff of hurt feelings. "What did you do?"

"Oh, this is dumb; I should tell you something else." Jan said, losing her nerve.

"No, this is hot. Keep going."

After some kissing and fingering, she started to confess more. "He tried to kiss her on the dance floor."

"You didn't want to kiss him?"

"I did, but not right then. It was just weird to be in public, and I just met him."

"Then what happened... what really happened? Don't leave anything out," I directed.

"My brother and his wife, Tracy, got into a fight, and he was pretty drunk.He sort of had to lay down on the couch in this guy's room while she went and tried to see if Steve was sober enough to give her a ride back to their hotel."

"Was he?" I asked. "Sober enough to give her a ride?"

"No, he and my cousin had disappeared completely--which I guess is fair because they were about to get married and all.Anyway, this guy was a really good listener, and we just hung out in his room. I asked him about some of the photos he had hanging up, because almost every inch of the walls was covered with photos, even in the bathroom. There was one of, like, 200 guys in the Marines or something, and he asked me if I could find him in it."

"Did you?" I asked.

"No, I really just asked him about it because it was on the backside of the door in the bathroom, so we had to go into the bathroom and shut the door to look at it," she specified.

"And it was your idea, or his?"

"Mine. I wasn't really looking; I was just drunk, and I wanted him to know that I had French-cut underpants on, and I couldn't think of a way to get him alone to tell him or show him."

"Hmmm," I said. She was starting to pump her hips.

"So did you just turn around and bend over to show him your best purple French-cut panties?"

"No, I said something about liking purple, and he said he loved it, especially imperial purple. And then I asked him if my panties were imperial purple."

"What did he do when you showed him?"

"He stared, and he smiled, and he said they were his new favorite color. And so I turned around, got down on my knees, and started undoing his belt?"

"You sucked his cock? You just met him," I said.

"I'd seen him before, picking up the tuxedos with Steve, but I don't think he noticed me then."

"I bet he did. Did you suck his cock until he came? Did he fuck your face?"

"No," she said. "He didn't even touch me; I think he was surprised. And I only went down on him for a minute--I mean, you know--my brother is just in the next room, and my sister-in-law could be back at any second.

So she told the rest of the story, cumming once--Tracy came and got Jan's brother and took him home. Jan said she wanted to stay and dance and that she'd get Steve or their cousin to take her back to the family hotel once they turned up.

"So now you are alone with this guy?" I prompted.

"Yeah. He gave me world-class head--I mean, I'm from Nebraska, and no one had ever gotten me going like that." She came again from the memory in the past and my hand in the present. "Just, oh my god, that's so sweet--" followed by a grunt as the orgasm passed.

"Did you suck his cock again that night?"

"Yeah, and we sixty-nined for a while once we made it to his bed, but by that point I really wanted him, and I was a little scared to be honest because he was big."

"Was he? Was he bigger than me?"

"About the same," she said with a smile.

"Go on..." I chided.

"He was very gentle at first, and once I got used to having him inside me, it felt so damn good. I could not believe how thick he was! I got on top so that he didn't go too deep, and I just got myself off over and over again in reverse cowgirl. I mean, I was pretty drunk and out of control, and he had this thick ridge on his head, and it just felt so good."

"So good that you forgot you had a boyfriend?" I asked.

"I didn't think about him once. I mean, the next day, I thought a lot about it, but it just happened, and I guess I was in the moment."

"Your frat boy, did he cum inside you?"

"No, he wore a condom. Insisted on it. It sort of hurt my feelings, but when I sobered up a little, I was glad he did use them. I was on the pill, but it gave me one less thing to worry about. And the next morning we had breakfast, and then he dropped me at the hotel just as my aunts were coming out. I told them it was a friend of Steve's giving me a ride home, but I felt their judgy looks."

"A real walk of shame, huh? You little slut, out fucking all night, with your honest farm boy back home waiting for you."

"I'm pretty bad, huh? A bad girl."

"Yeah, pretty bad. Do you want me to tell you how bad you are?"

There was a quiet moment in the dark room with locked doors, and finally Jan breathed an answer. "Yes, tell me how bad I am."

I started to curl my fingers inside her--two, and then after another minute, three fingers worked hard to get her off. She was putty in my hands, and she started to buck her hips.

"You went to a frat party without your boyfriend, you bad girl? How many cocks did you suck?"

"Just one, just one."

"Did you want to suck a lot more cock?"

Jan came.

"Come on, tell me," I urged, finger-fucking her.

"I only sucked one cock, but I sucked it all night. I sucked him in the bathroom and on the bed. I sucked him after he fucked me. And I sucked him in the morning after he fucked me awake."

"He fucked you awake?" I asked.

"I woke up in his arms, and I could feel him pressed up against my ass. He just sort of rolled over and took me."

"Did he cum inside you that time?"

"No, he put on another condom."

"So did you see him again after that? Other than at the wedding itself?"

"Not the next day; I was too embarrassed by how I'd acted. But he kept calling, and we went on a regular date before I left town. But by then I couldn't stop thinking about him."

"Did you fuck him again?"

"Yes, and I need you in me now." Jan gasped, pulling my fingers out of her and tugging my cock toward her. I obliged by rolling over and urging her thighs apart.She was so wet and ready.

"Did you fuck him like this?" I asked.

"Yes, every time I came to town, I fucked him. Steve and my cousin moved to Virginia, and I'd try to time my trips to see her for times he could come out at the same time, just to see him. Everything said I should break up with my boyfriend at the time and just go to this guy. We could talk for hours, about anything. He could make me cum with just the sound of his voice."

"And then what happened?" I asked a last time.

"I married him. I broke up with my fiancé in Nebraska and moved to the city, into his apartment."

"You are such a bad girl..."

She smiled at me as we found our rhythm, her ankles hooked behind my back to hold me in.

"Cum inside me tonight, like you should have the first time," she said.

"I'm never going to live down the condom thing, am I?" I asked.

"No, it really hurt my feelings that you could just stop and get a condom, put it on, and just carry on."

"So is this what you wanted to share?"

"Yes."

"I thought you would tell me a bad girl story where I wasn't the bad boy." I admitted.

"I am bad. You're not bad at all, ever."

Jan started to cry and hold me even tighter.

"I've done so many bad things," she gasped.

"Honey..."

"Don't stop; just finish inside me. I need you inside me."

I came inside her, and instead of pulling out, I stayed inside her, slowly losing my steel as I kissed her and wiped away her tears.

"It was clever to tell the story of how we met, because I guess you were pretty bad that night. But we've been married a minute now--it's not like it was an impulse that didn't pay off. Don't be afraid--tell me more, and you can trust me. Do you understand? We've been through so much, and for whatever reason I seem to be capable of forgiving you anything. I mean, it's easier as long as I'm inside you when you confess. I promise I will forgive you."

There was no answer for a long time, but when she started to speak, haltingly, telling me stories where I wasn't there, stories from before my time and during it, I felt myself grow inside her, grow and again hard enough to cut diamonds.