Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... opportunities for sexual encounters. Even though I had never met Jill, nor had Carol ever mentioned her, during our three-way activities, I had the unsettling feeling that the two had been together before, and probably with other guys. And then there was that look Carol would give me when I was done pleasuring her. The look she would give me when I had cum for the second and sometimes third time and was spent and could not continue. It was the look that I had always interpreted as her wanting more; needing more sex. It did not cross my mind that she would seek more outside of our relationship. Eventually, and just as school was starting in the fall, Carol was let go from her part time job working with graduate students. She stayed in her apartment with little or no contact other than Jill and some guys who were still taking advantage of her. She reluctantly spoke with me by telephone, and although seemingly regretting her actions, she was somewhat defiant in expressing that this was who she was. She was, to use her words, an addict. Using the excuse that she had finished her academic work and obtained her degree, and that she hated winters in New England, Carol returned to California and again sought counseling. At first, we spoke by phone. Then she stopped calling or answering her phone, and I lost track of her. The last I knew, she was counseling at her old nursing program. I was angry, hurt and disappointed, and closed myself off from everything but my graduate work, ...

... seeing very few people other than my degree committee and a few close friends. That fall and through the winter and spring I buried myself in my degree writing requirements. I had writing deadlines that I had almost missed because of my relationship with Carol. I managed to get my dissertation chapter outlines in on time, as well as my first draft of all chapters. Eventually, by late spring, after writing several drafts, I had completed my dissertation and all requirements for graduation. ***** On an early spring evening, as I was watching one of the first baseball games of the new season, there was a knock on the sliding glass door of my apartment. It was Jill. With the exception of a cup of coffee with her around the December holidays, I had not seen Jill in about eight months. On this evening, she had a slightly different look than I remembered. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was her hair. Jill had a great body, was good in bed, and gave a gold medal blow job. But the stringy, wet looking hair that I recalled her having was a major detraction from her appearance. Now her hair was straight, combed, shiny, and about the same length as before but styled differently. The new hairdo, along with the scar through her eyebrow and crooked nose gave her an appealing, desirable, and sensuous look. Maybe my mind was colored by the threesome events with Carol, but it was hard to imagine that this woman had been a high school teacher, and wanted to return to a similar position ...