Jill - Sex Stories

Jill

... after obtaining her degree. I unlocked the sliding door and slid it open. I admit to being horny, having had no sex for the better part of eight months. I admit to immediately thinking about Jill’s body and amazing talents. I admit to feeling a twinge of excitement and a rush of blood to my male parts. I let her in, looking at her fine ass as she stepped by me. Jill made it sound like this was a social visit. She wanted to see how I was doing. Of course, she could have stopped in and checked on me long before this, if that was the real reason for her visit. She wasn’t dressed in any particularly seductive way, wearing only a light spring jacket, jeans, a sweater, and some flat shoes, and no discernible make-up. Then again, she didn’t have to dress in any alluring way; she was one of those women who would look good in anything. She eased into a chair, accepted a beer, and carried on a normal conversation. Yet there was just a tic of uneasiness, apprehension or even nervousness. I expected some awkwardness, given our history and mutual relationship with Carol, and thought no more of it. I wouldn’t say we were friends; certainly not day-to-day friends. Our whole relationship, even if that is what it can be called, was based on Carol, a sex video made by Carol, in which I briefly appeared, and one threesome experience. Indeed, I had only seen Jill twice before this particular evening; once with Carol in our small group sex romp, and once at the campus coffee shop. But here she ...

... was, sitting in my living room, acting as if we had known each other for some time and expressing her concern for my well being. But for the slight air of tension in the room, this would, indeed, seem be a social visit. Neither of us gave any clue as to what we were thinking, discussing instead our respective studies and writings, finishing our graduate studies, the winter weather, our looking forward to spring, and other similar mundane topics. Jill had a second beer. “I broke up with my boyfriend,” she told me. There it was. The general topic of the afternoon had been raised and was now out on the table for discussion. “What happened?” I asked, sounding sincerely concerned, but not really caring. It wasn’t just one thing. He had fucked Carol without telling her. He had fucked Carol with two other guys without telling her. And, he had fucked other women, some of whom she knew. And then there was her need for time to herself to get her studies concluded and her own writing completed. Even absent his infidelity, she didn’t think the relationship was going anywhere. “How about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?” Now we were into our little dance; circling around, probing, asking questions, refining and nearing the real topic at hand. “No. Not really. I’ve buried myself in my work trying to get everything completed on time and approved,” I told her. “It’s been a long winter.” “Me too,” she indicated. “It’s been a very long winter.” “Hmmmm,” I thought to myself. Jill was here ...