NEVER
COLLEGE & JAN
Sleep With A Porcupine
Walt put down the phone. He had been accepted. The scholarship from State and the tuition assistance work grant were his.
Trying to figure his future, Walt had decided he wanted to get away. He just knew he would not be happy remaining at home even two more years. He didn't like the practice runs at the stadium any more. He had refused to visit the cabin. It hit him that now he would have to.
The arrangements at State would require immediate action. The tuition work grant involved a summer job on campus. The assistant coach he had just talked with had said he should be there by next Monday.
When he had first called Coach Jamison, it had sounded like there was only a very slim chance things could be worked out for the very next year.
"Hell, boy, I can guarantee you the best tuition money assistance and job offers from any number of our alumni with deep pockets if you want to transfer after one year. Now? It's just too late. The snowball in hell has already melted and I don't think I can even scrape up one ice crystal. Let me do some talking. If we do anything, if we can do anything, it'll have to be quick. Someone will be calling, soon. Stand by that phone, boy."
Jamison's voice was one of those perfect fits; deep, booming and gravelly. When you saw him you just knew he played pro ball back when it was a real man's game. He stood 5' 10" with a barrel chest, arms and legs like mighty oaks and a bearded head resting right on his shoulders. No one had ever seen a neck. His head just sat and seemed to swivel on its own, lining up targets for his eyes.
Well, I'm getting out, away, Walt thought. He grabbed his leather jacket and went out back. Climbing on his bike he pumped his leg, felt the throbbing between his loins. the exhaust rumbled and he shot out onto the street. He wove his way across town and out River Road to the cabin drive.
Leaning the bike against the side of one of the giant ceders, he unlocked the gate, grabbed his bike and walked it down the drive. Letting it lie in front of the porch, he checked that all the other doors and windows were bolted from the inside, the thermostats for the baseboard heaters were set low and that the water was turned off at the entry valve. Opening a drawer he laid one small key on top of the black box inside.
For a moment he stood at the door letting memories flow. He swept the room with one more farewell glance. Locking up as he left he stuck the keys in his pocket and didn't look back as he sped away. He stopped at the Rivers' house just long enough to give the housekeeper the keys to the car and the cabin, no note, no message.
His next major activity was to arrange things for mom. Even though a majority of the junior college staff was aware of, and some quite upset by, his defection, he was able to solicit the help of the nursing program's director. She knew a former student who would be perfect for live in help and offered to arrange additional assistance from students during the year. With this and mom's insistence that she knew how to use a phone and had friends and neighbors a plenty, he felt comfortable leaving.
Just to insure he didn't have any time for escape into memories he spent the rest of that day packing, loading up the bike and took off into the night. It made it easier to leave at night. Even if he had looked back there was nothing to see except vague constructions, black buildings tossed at random under a black sky. There was no glow overhead. The night was crystal clear with nothing to reflect any of the town lights. Anyway, there was nothing he wanted to see.
The trip was uneventful and quickly over. Speeding across the state with the wind in his face at least seemed to blow out the cobwebs. Walt was ready for a new life, new surroundings. He vowed that he was going to keep full control over his life from now on, in all aspects. No one else need apply. He needed no one, wanted no one interfering or bringing unnecessary complications.
He didn't even have to worry about mom now. He could do what was necessary at State. He would meet his obligations, do the work required to pay off his tuition, get his education. Anyone who wanted anything else from him was in for a rough time, unless what they wanted was what he wanted and he controlled the situation. No more Matts were going to enter his life and turn it upside down.
The job they had lined up for him was perfect as far as Walt was concerned. It was plain physical labor most of the time. He was assigned as a filler on the University's building and grounds maintenance staff. When they were short, Walt filled in. The scheduling changes kept it from ever becoming boring. Yet the work was at least a step above working on the janitorial cleaning crews that seemed to be the dumping grounds for his contemporaries -- fellow needy bodies from the jock training table.
He gave each work assignment his full attention, his full strength. If it wasn't physically challenging enough Walt devised ways to do the job that made it more of a workout. Stretching instead of using the ladder when painting a wall, shoveling gravel with his grip as far out on the handle as he could force his body to accept. Whatever it took, he did to supplement the coach's formal training program.
Each week day evening he cleaned up, took his dinner at the jock cafe, spent up to an hour on workouts in the weight room or jogging on the track. Finished he returned to his solo dorm room, stripped, showered again and fell exhausted into bed. He sometimes was sure he fell asleep in the shower. Some mornings he woke with a start remembering nothing after testing the water, adjusting the faucet to pour out an agreeable temperature and twisting the shower head to shoot a muscle pounding spray.
A few times he skipped everything and went riding after work just touring the town and campus. He'd let the end of day sun and rushing air dry him and his sweaty work clothes. Once he even took off as a summer rain started pelting down resoaking him. It felt exhilarating, the fresh ozone smell, the sweat rinsing off onto the streets and down the drains. He learned his way into, through, across and around every part of the campus.
Weekends he disappeared on his bike into the country or went to one of the quieter, secluded, secret places on campus he had discovered and lolled in the sun, reading, resting, refusing to engage his mind in anything more critical than attempting to figure out the who-done-it in an Agatha Christie paperback.
He usually packed for the day when planning to spend time in the country. Walt soon developed a map in his head that highlighted places within an hour or two's ride that were as private as those he had inventoried on campus. On a few weekends he spent a night under the stars and didn't return to campus until early the next morning. His life was his to spend and enjoy as he wanted. He was content most of the time.
When he felt the sexual tension building and neither his work nor his workouts nor the cold showers worked as they usually did Walt reverted to his old loner approach to relief. He revisited the showers late at night or prowled the campus searching out one of his private places into which he could slip. He knew every time it happened he was risking everything, his scholarship, the work grant, even being enrolled. It added excitement planning to avoid being caught. He soon was devising ways to heighten even that excitement.
At first he would leave his room for the shower nude with just a towel around his neck. He found that any number of his dorm mates were just as casual in the halls. Next he made sure he was erect and then strode out into the hall. When that thrill wore off he got bolder in his adventures.
The next time he went on a searching walk across campus he wore only a pair of stretch gym shorts that just didn't hide any part of his anatomy. Then he tried his work coveralls unzipped all the way and just caught on his shoulders so they would drop with a shrug. When both these approaches became too tame he went even farther. He slid on a pair of tight jeans buttoned only at the waistband, tugged them low on his hips, pulled out his sex and took off, fully exposed. After that there were times he got real daring and streaked out of the dorm, across the campus and later, sexually spent, back into his room, buck naked.
It was totally different if he let himself go when he stayed out in the country. Alone and under the stars he fully relaxed. It was totally sensual without any of the potential terror of discovery that heightened the sexual thrill of masturbating on campus.
He didn't once think of Matt. Not while he was involved. Sometimes he would wonder to himself, after a gut wrenching climax, why had he thought Matt had such a hold on him. Now, every time the old massive, mind and body shattering thrill of ejaculation hit he was fifteen, sixteen again and it was pure, simple self gratifying sex.
- o o o -
Early in July, Walt was high on a ladder his gloved hands grasping a long handled pruning saw, trimming. It was a bright but muggy day. No clouds dotted the sky overhead yet an invisible humidity lay like a blanket over the campus. As he labored, shirtless, his torso was shimmering in the sun as if anointed with oil. The bandanna tied around his forehead was wringing wet and his tan work pants were stained dark brown around the waist and into his crotch.
The limb he was working on started cracking. He reversed the blade and made the final cuts from the bottom. It fell clattering down through the tree and bounced on the sidewalk below.
"Damn! Hey, you ignorant ape! You could have killed me. Who turned you loose without a trainer? Why don't you find some trees away from the human race to practice in?"
Staring down Walt looked into the face of an obviously irate female who equally obviously needed a few people skill lessons. He quickly hooked the saw in the tree, grasped the ladder's uprights, put his feet on the outside and slid to the ground
"Didn't milady see the barricades and the signs? We primates always put up warnings so human kind can avoid any unnecessary contact." His voice was apologetic, almost whiny, while he screwed his face into a so-sorry grimace and shrugged his head down between his shoulders. All in all he gave the impression of a sorry lowborn servant cowering before the mistress of the castle.
His attempted humor seemed to shoot right over her head. "Don't get smart mouthed with me. Do you know who I am? I have a good mind to report you to Mr. Axelrooth."
What a brat, hell what a bitch, thought Walt. No sense of humor. Full of her own self importance. As if I give a shit who the hell she is. But, by God, what a figure. That tube top couldn't be any fuller. Why won't she just shut up and I'll show her how primates are suppose to communicate. His irritation mixed with interest made him drop his mock servant pose.
He now stood erect, towering over the chattering magpie in front of him. In mid sentence she stopped. Her blazing eyes narrowed to a squint as she studied him.
"Well, you are a big, sweaty but not unattractive one aren't you," she announced. Her manner did a complete turnaround from antagonistic to coy and very feminine.
"Thanks. Now if you'll pay attention to the signs, I'll pay attention to my job. Glad to have made your acquaintance, mam." The last was sharply sarcastic but again seemed not to be heard or understood.
Over the next two days he spotted her frequently. On the fifth time he leaned out of th tree he was working on and asked loudly, "Lady, are you spying on me?"
"Someone has to watch the trained monkeys. Why else are they in the zoo?" she replied.
That exchange was the beginning of a daily flurry of insults and insinuations about his lack of intelligence, questionable parentage and lack of advancement up the evolutionary ladder versus her obviously unearned superior attitude, inability to make friends and influence people and attempts to hid her femininity under a harsh voice an sloppy clothes.
Friday he offered to continue the discussion over dinner. "I'm sure I can get permission from my trainer for a hot dog or hamburger at the Student Union grill. I can't offer you more, mam. I'm just a commoner."
Caught up in the warm and friendly ambiance of the the Cougar Grill they both dropped their guard a little. They agreed to avoid comments on or comparisons of intellect. "Although, you might be surprised, Jan," he offered. "And since we just ruled out comments, either kind or not, about the mind; let me be the first to jump on the obvious alternative. I think you have the most fantastic body I have seen on campus." Walt couldn't believe it as he spoke but he could tell he was blushing.
"Well, my, Mr. Johnston, you're blushing. Haven't you ever poured on the mush before? Thank you. I'm glad to learn there is something about me you find favorable. By the way, I meant it that first day. You are one appealing hunk of manliness."
As they finished their meal they talked on. Bantering, flirting, and sometimes serious. He explained that she had been right in a way, he did have a trainer who did have to approve this meal away from the summer jock's table. Walt briefly outlined his academic and athletic interests. Jan informed him she was a faculty brat who had grown up on campus. Although now an actual University student she explained that she still felt like an underage visitor.
"So I act bratty," she admitted. "I still think everyone is bigger and older and wiser so I want to cut them down to my size. When we first met you were just another one of 'them'. Understand?"
Later, strolling across campus holding hands they laughed when they passed under the tree where they first met. At the north corner of the Science Center she pointed across the street. "That's home."
It was the middle house of five that sat in the middle of the campus on the curved drive providing vehicle access to the backs of the Science Center and the old Howard Field House. The field house was now the home of the Physical Education department and all indoor intramural events.
At the door, it seemed so natural. Walt leaned in and gave Jan a mild, polite kiss, but -- it was on the lips. Her arms reached up and around his neck and she moved against him. Her mouth opened slightly. She lightly licked between their lips and then her tongue moved into his mouth traveling slowly and provocatively between his lips and his teeth. He responded, his tongue darting to join hers for some mutual exploration. He felt light headed. But, happy. His arms were now holding her with his hands caressing her back. He reached down and lifted her by her buttocks grinding her mouths tighter together and pressing her firmly against him.
Deftly she broke the embrace without Walt feeling any rejection. He knew she wanted him. It just wasn't the right time or the right place. Jan didn't say a word. But, Walt knew what he knew.
With one last kiss, more a peck on her cheek, Walt thanked her for accepting his dinner invitation. She sparkled as she thanked him and offered to be the hostess for their next meal.
quot;We can come here Monday night. I do know how to cook. Or, I could treat you to a real upper crust dinner at the country club -- if it wouldn't offend."
Their next date was at Jan's home with Jan cooking. Walt met her folks, her big brother who was an associate in Phys Ed and her two younger sisters.
Although he didn't expect the big family scene, with Jan there he wasn't uncomfortable. He relaxed and admitted as they snuggled on the couch watching a late night movie that he had enjoyed himself.
Even with the rest of the family in and out he was carefully successful in touching her breasts and sneaking fairly passionate kisses. After one interruption he started laughing. In response to her inquisitive look and hushing finger he whispered, "I feel like I'm back in high school, trying to make out on the couch at some virgin's home."
Jan smiled, more to herself than at him. "Well yes, and no," she said lightly.
Walt didn't get any explanation of that remark. The kiss at the door as he thanked her for the evening was as hot and heavy as before. Again, she broke it off and left him a bit frustrated but not upset with her. He admitted to himself on the walk home that Jan was a master at keeping things under control. This fact was beginning to bother him. Was he just trying to get a little sex or was he being manipulated again. He didn't feel in control and that was what he had agreed with himself was not going to happen. I better keep a clear head from now on he told himself as he began to imagine just what it might be like with Jan.
It was Jan that filled his mind as he lay sprawled on his bed, massaging himself, enjoying the release that came quickly after all the foreplay he had engaged in.
Different work, family and athletic obligations interfered with their having another date during the week. They did meet when Walt had a break to share a soda or just talk a few times and ate a chef salad lunch hurriedly under one of the trees in the central mall. Thus Walt was not sure what to expect when he called asking Jan to the movies on Saturday. She accepted.
Sitting in the dark with his arm around her, her hand on his knee, he was happy that he had called. Concentrating on the story unfolding on the screen he became aware that her hand was massaging his leg. The awareness centered in two places, the warmth where her hand was touching him and between his legs were he was becoming uncomfortable. He was having small stabbing pains where his pants were confining, constricting and refusing to let him become aroused.
Jan turned from the screen and asked if he would mind getting some drinks. Actually, she admitted, even if he didn't want one, she was thirsty.
Walt leaned near and whispered, "I'd be happy to be of service, mam, but I'll have to arrange a few things if I'm to get up and walk in public, if you know what I mean." He scooted down in the seat, undid the top button and reached down in his pants, shook and shifted things around relieving the constriction and removed his hand from a firm organ that now swelled, pointing at his navel.
Jan's hand moved up his thigh. "If that's the case the drink can wait, Mr. Johnson, sir." Their voices were hushed. His arm pulled her close as her hand reached his erection. "Do we have a problem?" she asked.
"I don't think you do, mam, but right now I have a pretty big problem," he stated.
"Oh! How big?" she asked. "Let me see." Her fingers worked quickly lowering his zipper. Her hand now disappeared into his pants, through the slit in his boxers and grasped the muscle struggling for freedom. "Walter, that's a big, big, really big problem." Her velvet fingers tingled up and down the rod they now caressed.
He lay a hand over his crotch and grasped her wrist firmly.
"I want to play, damn you."
"Not here. Not now."
He pulled her hand away and lay it on her own knee. Scooting down in his seat again, he adjusted himself and pulled up his zipper. As he sat up, her hand again reached for his crotch. He grabbed it and hugged her firmly.
"You're hurting me," she complained a little louder than the former tone of the conversation.
"And, darling, what were you doing to me?" he hissed.
"It didn't hurt, did it?" She smiled, her eyes twinkling as her tongue flicked across her lips.
"It could have."
Hugging her closer he released her hand. With a quick move he penetrated under her skirt and pushed it up so he cupped her before she could react by crossing her legs. With shock he realized she wasn't wearing underwear, not there at least. Instantly, when his fingers contacted moisture, the middle finger slid it's way in. She stiffened, grasped his knee, dug in her nails.
"O.K. Later."
Later became now as they looked at each other. Walt carried his coat on his arm covering his discomfort and led her by the hand out of the theater, across the campus, to his room. Most of the occupants of rooms near his were gone for the weekend or were the kind he knew would ignore any noises they heard.
Walt's mind was busy sifting considerations on what was happening and whether he would be able to keep things in control. He swore again that even though she had proven to be aggressive, he was not going to turn loose and let her take over. If she was really as interested in him as it seemed, then he was the master. What she wanted she would get based on Walt letting her have it, not on her taking it with or without Walt's agreement.
He locked the door as they entered, turned and stood silently. He tossed his coat onto his study desk. "Well, what now, mam?" he asked, breaking the stillness and beaming at her.
Jan let actions speak for her, quickly stripping and then literally tearing the clothes off Walt. Kneeling naked in front of him she let his member poke at her ear, rub across her eyes and muss her hair as she removed his shoes and socks and pulled loose the gathering of clothing at his ankles.
As she finished he was finally able to spread his legs. He stood with his hands on his hips and arched his back, stretching. He trust his pelvis forward letting himself arch out over her. It was an invitation that needed no words. From her position at his feet, she stared up at the display.
She watched as his sex organ flexed higher, longer, harder. Her eyes glittered as she opened her mouth. She grasped Walt and inserted his cock head between her lips. He shivered and then his hips shoved forward in response to the warm wetness engulfing the tip of his penis. She reciprocated, cocking her head and letting his thrust drive himself deep into her mouth knocking against the opening into her throat.
Holding him there she swallowed and he slid on in. His body trembled. His hips started thrusting wildly. A moan of agony and pleasure rose from his gut growing shriller and shriller until he was shrieking a high pitched whining pulsing scream. His body was beginning to tense and relax in the same rhythm. He didn't know if the sound was causing his body's reaction or vice versa. He knew that he was only seconds away from climaxing.
Reading his body language, Jan pulled back, stood up and shoved him back onto the bed. He flopped, shocked at the suddenness of her withdrawal and attack. She straddled his legs, climbed onto the bed, grasped him and slowly lowered herself onto him. Rocking back and forth, up and down on her knees she soon had Walt again just seconds away from orgasm. This time she didn't stop.
It was a quick, hard, bed shaking climax that shuddered through Walt. He was unable to halt his thrashing or his moaning cries as the pressure peaked. Relief poured out in liquid spurts matched with auditory spurts. Jan collapsed into his arms as his tremors abated. They snuggled and snoozed. Each softly stroked the other's body, soothing, feathering their fingers in gentle caresses. Light kisses touched on each other's faces. Their tongues met, rolled over each other and incited a crushing passionate kiss.
He was rapidly growing hard again. She broke free and lay beside him, continuing to stroke his body lightly. She watched in wonder the jumping, twitching appendage that rose in all its glory from below his belly as it responded to her every touch.
"It's so beautiful, so long, so male. You do like me don't you, Mr. Johnston? Your body tells me you like me very much. Does it ever stop growing? Look, it's waving at me. Hi, you sexy thing."
Walt lay still, the rush of his blood thumping in his ears. His flesh tingling where her hand touched him. He quivered as she moved and traced the muscles on his chest, his abdomen. With each thud of his pulse in his ear he also felt his cock leap, straining to grow even larger and harder. He wanted her again. Wanted to be in her, listening this time to her cries of passion. He knew she had not peaked with him, but also knew this time he could outlast her, force her to climax, play her until her pleasure became his.
"I can't watch any more. Do me, you gorilla," she pleaded. Rolling she pulled him onto her and spread her legs.
Putting his mouth on a breast, he began to suckle. He let her grasp him and slowly insert him. As he felt the velvet of her close on his hot column of flesh he lifted up on his arms. Lower his head he rested his forehead on her breasts and watched their joining.
He pumped in slowly then backed out almost all the way. He bucked in and out more quickly several times seeking to drive in as deeply as possible with each thrust. Then he withdrew completely, pushing back into her only the head of his organ. With deliberation he repeated this teasing move again and again, pausing longer each time before reentry.
"Damn you, fuck me, you damn gigantically endowed Neanderthal," she grunted at him. She had been thrusting her hips in response to his every move, attempting to force a deeper penetration without success.
"Talk nice, little girl." He smiled.
"Do it, damn it! I want it! Now! You crazy ape, quit playing games. I'll get dressed and go home."
"Shhh, sweetheart, I meant it. Either you start talking nice or I can finish this off myself in the bathroom. You aren't impossible to replace, you know." His tone was mock serious, with laughter bubbling just below the surface.
Seductive and pleading, she replied to his threatened solo action. "You know you would so much rather have your way with me than to settle for any ol' fist fuck. You're such a beautiful hunk of muscular manhood with a beautiful engaging mind. You are physically and mentally so far advanced from the primates I should be calling you homo superiorus. See, I can be good."
"But, can I," he softly replied. His eyes changed as she stared up at him. The twinkling laughter faded and they started to smolder with a passion and fire that grew stronger every second as he reinserted himself and resumed stroking into her. This time though, he lifted up with each stroke letting his hard flesh rub firmly on her clitoris. He rammed in to the hilt, pumping and humping but taking care to keep his position so she was being aroused as deeply by his action as he was himself. Her own body responded.
Her legs were thrown wider and folded up onto his back positioning her opening so he slid in even further. With two more deep thrusts she was moaning and gushing all over the bed. The outpouring heightened his passion. He could tell she was now totally in his control. Any way he wanted to achieve his pleasure would be allowed.
He kept driving with his hips, grabbed her legs from around him and pulled them up resting her ankles over his shoulders. He increased the rhythm, pounding and grunting with each push. She erupted again, screaming out his name. Her wetness flowed over his cock, spewed out and down his legs.
Slowing, he stiffened his legs. He was now supported by her legs on his shoulders and his toes with his full body weight pushing himself as deeply as possible. His hips tried to dig deeper. She screamed again.
Easing back he withdrew and instantly plunged into her rectum without any preliminary foreplay. She moaned and reached up, grasped him and pulled him in tighter. He backed away again and plunged down, this time into her wet vagina. Her body trembled violently. He now moved between the two openings in a steadily increasing pace of thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw.
He was in total control, pacing himself. As his orgasm built he continued stroking in and out listening to her pleasures mount. As his balls clinched and he felt his climax hit he drove deep into her vagina again. His legs tensed. He let the full weight of his body and the spasms as he ejaculated drive him deeper. He shuddered with each spurt. Her liquids flowed in perfect unison. The gush carried most of his sperm back out over her body and his legs. He shouted and gasped for breath. With one last shudder he collapsed.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly. "Don't pull out. Stay. I want to feel you in me." Kissing his hair, his ear, she whispered, "You are wonderful, so masterful. What any red-blooded girl dreams of going to bed with. I love you." She continued hugging him to her.
They slumbered. Slept. The nearness, sexual dampness, warmth and sensual smells surrounded him. He dreamed. He was erect again. His hips gyrated as he slid back and forth in a warm sheath that gripped and surrounded his pulsing hard ramrod.
The sensations mounted again. He saw clearly the figure that thrashed beneath him. It was Matt. He withdrew, screaming, "No! God Damn It! No!"
Arms clutched him. There were whispers of endearments from moist lips at his ear. He struggled to break free. He awoke. Part of his dream was for real. He was long and hard again and encased in her love channel. To erase the picture that had invaded his mind he fiercely and violently ravaged her. He pounded against her wildly. His glans was on fire from the friction.
She responded as before, quickly thrashing and spewing as their genitals crashed together. He peaked slowly leading her into multiple orgasmic spasms while he struggled for release. Sucking her breasts he nibbled and then pulled on the erect brown nipples. He was desperate, in hopes that adding new sensations would force his protesting body to race from arousal to quick release.
His manhood strained to break out of its skin, expanding and lengthening with every move. He knew he was trying to bury himself within her grasping, warm, deep feminine orifice. Tears of pained desire streamed from his eyes. They were clinched tightly in concentration as he searched for a way to escape into sexual oblivion. Escape from the picture, the thought of Matt.
This time his orgasm hit with unexpected suddenness. Without warning it shook his body from head to toe with one gigantic shudder. He felt the resulting surge and spewed cum in a solid massive stream. His body refused to accept what has happened. His hips kept driving his organ in and out even as it slowly softened. With concentration he willed his muscles to relax. Gradually the contractions faded. Jan was stunned.
"Where did that come from, lover?"
Walt forced himself to roll off and onto his back. She raised on her elbow beside him studying him. Her hand ran over his heaving chest.
"Enough, I've got to rest," he gasped.
"We both need our beauty sleep and the beauty between your legs needs some time for regeneration. You know what you did is impossible, don't you. At least in my book and any I know of being kept by my girlfriends." She rose, wiped down with a bed cover from the floor. Dressed, she bent over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she leaned down and kissed his limp penis.
"See you around the campus, Mr. Johnston," she said. Turning at the door she asked, "Call me?"
Walt grunted, his meaning unclear. The door eased shut.
He shoved the wet sheets and covers onto the floor. Using the cover she had toweled off with he wiped himself down. Off a shelf in the closet he pulled towels and spread them on the bed to soak up the majority of their juices. Finding an extra sheet he wrapped in it and hunkered down in exhaustion.
A flicker from the dream of Matt made him shudder. He pictured Jan, reconstruction her cries and moves in his head. Curling his body around those memories, he fell, floated, slept.
It was midday Sunday before he rose from his stupor. With an effort he was back at work Monday. Over the next few weeks they connected a number of times. Sometimes they just spent an hour or two on campus talking. They found enjoyment in each other's minds as much as in each other's bodies. The sex continued -- and it continued to be strong and emphatically satisfying.
Then they spent a weekend together at a motel about 40 miles away on the interstate, and they never left the bed the entire time. That is except for necessary calls of nature and to change the bedding. With the institutional heavy duty plastic protectors on mattress and pillows they stripped the bed at the start and went through the bedding one piece at a time.
Jan seemed to disappear the next three days after that episode. Thursday he spotted her crossing the campus. She was involved in an animated dialog with some guy he hadn't seen before.
When they met she explained it was just a friend, another faculty brat. "Why the hassle, lover? I know you've seen me with guys before. You don't own me or my body."
Walt was astonished to find he had been acting possessive. Well he liked what he had with her. There wasn't any commitment but it was his first female relationship beyond the few overnight affairs he had experienced in high school, thanks to Matt. He also realized that, because he felt in control of the sexual part of what they had, he wanted to control it all.
Friday he spotted her with another guy, walking on the far side of the quad. Although she couldn't avoid seeing him she didn't respond to his wave. Walt jogged to her house that afternoon after cleaning up from work. He just wanted to see her. At least he told himself that was all that was involved. Within minutes after she stepped out on the porch they were screaming at each other.She took his hands and led him to the swing. The flow of angry words stopped when she pressed his mouth with her hand. "Lover, I'll do what I want and see who I want. Remember we made no promises," she said softly.
"What am I then, or more to the point, what was I, Jan?"
"Why, Walter." Her voice was low and caressing. "You were, are and will always be a fantastic fuck. I told you, you're any red-blooded American girl's dream in bed."
"That's all?"
She looked right into his eyes, seeing the pain and the promises they offered. "Lover, you know me, that's got to be all. It's all I am and all I can see in anyone else -- right now. We're good together. But, I want more, if there's more to be had. There weren't any strings. I didn't mess with your head." Her hand lightly stroked his thigh.
Walt agreed reluctantly. Maybe it was better to be a loner that get involved with either sex, he rationalized to himself as he strode across campus. Anyway, the semester starts in a week and a half. He was going to be too busy for a relationship then, anyway.
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