February 11, 2011

 Miss:  Part II

by

MissintheMaking

Things continued in this manner for weeks.  I would pick fights with Derek just so I could tell him that I was spending the night at a friend’s house.  I made sure that little, trivial disagreements even, escalated to the point where I would text him, “I’m so angry with you, I just need to spend the night at Susan’s house to clear my head.”  

Once Rick and I fucked in a water reservoir at 3 a.m. and  since then I have fucked Rick routinely in both of the cars Derek and I owned.  The sex was hot.  Passionate and forbidden, we felt we had to keep our relationship a secret from our coworkers (in addition to my boyfriend, of course. J) It made sneaking around tricky, but the excitement of it all was so incredibly intoxicating!

…Then suddenly, Rick’s mother got sick and he was forced to move several hundred miles away.  Oh sure, he asked me to move with him, but this is when I realized what I was truly head-over-heels in love with…the seduction of an adoring boy; the carefree lifestyle; the assurance that I didn’t have to be anything for anybody; and the power that came with the combination of it all.

Derek and I were still living together, still seeing each other every day, but not sharing the same room.  I told him it was over between the two of us; I wasn’t in love with him anymore.  I had tasted the sweetness of being desired, of being in control.  He had suspected something of the sort.  I took Rick’s old mattress before he moved (a fact that to this day still makes me snicker), and moved into my craft room.

I was staying in the same apartment with Derek because I had signed a lease, and wasn’t 100 percent sure what I wanted to do next, but I knew I was in love with my place in life for the moment.  I continued to spend time with friends I had met through Rick and encouraged the now-dumped Derek to go out and meet new women.  I was so carefree!  Being taken for granted by Derek had made me feel shitty for so long. But now, refreshed with attraction, lust and lots of sex, I just didn’t give a fuck.  I didn’t care what Derek did with himself or what he did with his cock.  I could give a rat’s ass if I looked skinny enough, sexy enough, or pretty enough.  And in the process I had become all three.  It was revolutionary!

And in the midst of all of this, two things happened:  One, Derek saw in me what it was that attracted him to me in the beginning of our relationship, but 10 fold since it had been dormant in me for quite a while.  My confidence, my apathy to others’ opinion, my sex drive and my desire for power over a mate; all of it got him super hot.  And two, I had my sights set on my next loverboy-boytoy.

His name was Jason.  He was blond, skinny and young---even younger than Rick I think.  He was shy and insecure, and almost every time we were together, at some point I would catch him staring at me.  His glances were so idolizing, so adoring.  He was infatuated.  One night we went to a fetish-themed party at a local club.  When we arrived, he helped me out of the car (I was wearing 4-inch stilettos).  As I was exiting the car, my dress with a side slit up to my mid-thigh shifted to the middle of my legs, exposing my panties.  Jason didn’t hide his gaze and grinned from ear to ear for the next 45 minutes.  That night, after the club, a group of us were back at Susan’s house for an after-party.  One thing led to another…. Jason made me cum twice that night: once with his fingers and once with his cock.  There was no mention of his needs. 

I didn’t see Jason that often.  He lived in another state and had been within Rick’s group of friends, that is, until he started sleeping with me.  Ostracized from that clique, I started spending more evenings at home with Derek.  Playing the roommate card, I’d strut around in only a T-shirt and panties, sometimes less.  And many of these nights ended in phone sex sessions with Jason.  I think if I had known then that Derek was listening outside my room---ear pressed to the door, dick rock hard in hand---I would have been louder and more theatrical.  At this point in time, I knew Derek was hot for me.  I knew he lusted after me again. 

What I didn’t know was that he would eventually become loverboy-boytoy number three.....

Part III

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