“I know,” Ariana whispered soothingly, rubbing my back, “you definitely didn’t deserve this, but I couldn’t NOT tell you after I saw what she did.”
I sighed and nodded. “It hurts to hear but I do appreciate it. Can I just get the full story one time? Then I can just move on.”
Ariana patted my shoulder and took a deep breath, like the story was as painful for her to say as it would be for me to hear.
“Last night, a bunch of us went to a Beta Rho house party. When I saw how revealing she was dressed, I assumed you were coming out too, but she said you were too busy.” Ariana started. “I should have said something then, but…” She sighed again. “Never did I think she’d be so shady.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault. You didn’t tell her to cheat on me.”
Another sigh. “You are right, I didn’t. It just sucks. You are such a good guy and I gotta hurt you like this.”
“It’s not you. You are sparing me. Emily is the one that hurt me.”
Ariana gave me a hug and wiped her eyes before continuing. “We get in and dance and drink a bit, when some douchey frat guy starts pressing up on her. I come over to help her out and she signals that she wants to stay. I ask ‘are you sure? What about your boyfriend’ but she just says ‘well, where is he? Don’t tell him. He’s being so boring and I just need to have some fun’ and all that. And then she shoos me away.”
“The other girls in our group seemed to be ok with it, as if she told them beforehand, but clearly she knew I would object, if I knew.” Ariana shook her head. “I’m sorry to say I pretended to ignore them and return to my night, but I couldn’t get back into the mood after the betrayal. Particularly when I peeked over and they were sloppily making out. When I finally left, that Beta was leading her up the stairs to his room.”
She grasped my hand and pulled it to her chest. “I sat with this all night, mad that she would cheat on such a good, honest, loving guy like you. Maybe I didn’t know her like I thought.”
“She cheated because I’m boring?”
Ariana looked sheepish. “Boring or safe or something like that. Whatever to justify fucking some random drunk frat guy.”
My posture sagged as I stared blankly out the window. “I just can’t believe it. I know the risks, but I still really put myself out there to get hurt like this. Why? I just try so…“ my voice broke as Ariana turned my face back towards hers.
“No. It kills me to hear that. You aren’t the problem. Some girls on this campus just don’t realize what they have in a guy like you and you are wasted on them. If a guy treated me like you treated Emily, I’d never let them go.”
Our eyes met briefly before I was pulled back into a hug. Her arms wrapped around my head, pressing my face into her warm, welcoming embrace. Her hand softly rubbed the back of my head, almost brushing away any of the anguish Emily had caused. I exhaled, frustration and tension flowing out like a river.
The outside world muffled, my senses flooded with Ariana’s scent, reminding me of a soothing spa with an outdoorsy rainforest theme, while she whispered, “it’s ok. You will be ok. Be yourself and the next girl will appreciate you a lot more, I promise.”
Why should I be angry? It’s over and she didn’t deserve me. Ariana was completely correct. I just need to stay right here in this serenity and everything will be –
Knock! Knock! “Hey! Is Ariana in there right now?” I tumbled out of my reverie.
“Go away, Emily. He doesn’t want to talk.”
The door flung open and Emily gaped at us on the bed. “You’re such a shady bitch. You ran here to steal my boyfriend?”
“Steal?!? You lost him when you decided to be a whore!”
“..um.. can we atleast close the door so the entire hall doesn’t have to know I was cheated on..?”
My words were ignored by the angry ex-friends staring each other down. Emily stormed the bed. “What did she tell you? She is such a snake to—“
Ariana sprung to her feet. Face to face with Emily, they bickered back and forth. Before this turned into a more physical fight, I stood and slid between them.
“Stop. Look. Just.. Emily, just tell me what happened last night.”
She seemed to shrink down, like the weight of accountability clung to her shoulders. “I wanted to tell you and apologize before she could —“
“Emily, sorry to interrupt, but this isn’t about Ariana. I just need to know. What happened last night?”
She sputtered, “well… it’s complicated… but.. When..”
“Emily. Did you fuck him?” Everything stilled while I held my breath for the moment of genuine truth.
“Yes.” Emily at least had the decency to look apologetic, meanwhile, I felt a trapdoor open beneath my feet. While I had reached peaceful acceptance barely 5 minutes earlier, I was now hurtling down a shoot towards an agonizing crash. Hearing from Ariana felt like a rolled ankle, but Emily being embarrassed and bashfully admitting it felt like breaking both legs at once.
Every emotion fought to the surface, a cacophony of impulses erupting into my mind, but I forced out. “I think you should leave.”
Fighting tears herself, Emily nodded and ran through the door. While I rubbed my eyes and tried to compose myself, Ariana closed the door and asked, “how can I help?”
“Fuck… I don’t know… I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but telling me did help a lot. I…” I turned back to my bed and collapsed on top.
Ariana climbed onto the bed beside me and laid down, resting her head on my arm. While rubbing my back, she said, “I’m sorry, you deserve so much better. Emily didn’t deserve you. I wish there was something I could do to cheer you up and take your mind off of her.”
I shrugged but she continued. “Maybe you need revenge?”
“What.. go fuck somebody?” I scoffed.
Ariana flushed. “You’re right. Too much. Let’s just lay here and work through this together.”
“Ariana, you don’t need to stay while I wallow.”
“But I put you like this. I want to get you out of this.”
I turned my head back towards Ariana and found her face much closer than I expected. Her expression was earnest and comforting. “Whatever you need. Whatever you want right now, I’m here to help. Any way I can.”
Her face was so close to mine. My eyes met hers, so comforting, accepting. I’d never really seen her with this level of detail. Her soft brown eyes, cute nose, and a brunette lock shaken off her face, to give me a better view. Wow, she was really beautiful.
No! I’m just thinking about this because I’m hurt. Because I’m.. her lips parted slightly, tongue casually wetting the soft cushions. Invitingly, tantalizingly.
From this distance, my impulse didn’t need much more pressure to win out. In an instant, my lips were on hers in pure drunken bliss. Ariana met my lunge with one of her own, pressing her body against mine.
I engulfed Ariana, rolling atop in my hunger, while her arms snaked behind my head. Our breaths grew ragged as we drew the other deeper in. Her tongue pressed against mine as we explored each other’s mouths.
I wanted this. I needed this. And her friend? Fuck Emily, I deserved…
Fuck, what am I doing? Reality slammed into me, forcing me to reluctantly roll off of Ariana’s steaming body.
“ I’m so sorry. This is wrong. I.. I think I was trying to use you as revenge.”
Ariana cupped my cheek. “Stop trying to be the good guy.”
“You are being so nice to me and I’m confused and hurt and … I.. her friend..”
“No, it’s ok. I’m also really upset. She broke my trust too and now I can’t possibly see her as a friend if this is how she treats those that care about her. I think this is good and we deserve this.”
“Deserve..?”
“Yeah! That bitch hurt you and hurt me! We didn’t deserve her treatment and the only way to get revenge and move on from the heartbreak is if we do this right now.”
My mind was in a chaotic uproar and I couldn’t focus. I needed quiet healing time alone, but Ariana was bringing a calming presence that I couldn’t part from. I was sailing through space, desperate for an anchor or handhold. Her hand on my waist band was the only thing holding my focus. Ariana is right and I should just listen to her. She is smart and caring. And really sweet and cute. And her lips were begging to be kissed. And her body pressing against me. And how long has my hand been cupping her ass. A perfectly tight and athletic ass cheek. Fuck.
With a slight pout, Ariana continued. “Please. I need this too. I need you. Right now.”
That was the trigger and our tongues intertwined again. But the bliss was replaced by a savage thrashing, groping, pawing, panting, steaming. She rolled atop me and flung her shirt across the room. My hands groped beneath her bra and squeezed her tits before she sent the bra flying as well.
We rolled over, and now above her, I threw my shirt off and hungrily kissed down her neck and chest. “Please!” She pleaded and I took a nipple in my mouth. As our hands fumbled with each other’s pants, she moaned, “She didn’t deserve you. You’re too good for her.”
“Let me show you how good I really am,” I called back, sliding off her panties. Before she could ask, my face was buried between her thighs, lapping at her sweet slit.
“Oh fuck! That’s so good,” Ariana moaned. “If you’re gonna eat my pussy like this, I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want it. That bitch’s loss.”
Exactly what I wanted to hear. I got to learn and practice with Emily, but now I was a pro and her friend was learning this. And was it my imagination or did Ariana taste way better than my ex ever did? Either way, I was ravenous for her cunt and further spurred in by her moans.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m— fuck, I’m cumming!” Ariana moaned, grinding her hips against my tongue until she yanked my face back to hers.
Panting, she whispered, “that’s never happened before. I’ve never cum from oral before. That was amazing.”
“Never? Let me do it again. You deserve to cum on my tongue over and over.”
She giggled, “you’re right. I do. And you can lick me whenever you. But you also deserve something special.”
“What did you have in mind?”
She directed me onto my back and pulled off my underwear. “I bet Emily was too prissy to actually suck your dick the way you deserve.”
I laughed, “she definitely was. I need to feel the real thing.”
Ariana nodded and smirked, stroking my cock and murmuring to herself, “she didn’t lie about the size.”
Before I could ask, she had taken me into her mouth and she definitely wasn’t worried about being prissy or clean. Ariana bobbed and slurped better than Emily ever had.
Without breaking her rhythm, Ariana slid a hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair up in a ponytail, granting me the perfect view of her mouth at work. I could barely remember my own name, much less how we had gotten to this point as she slurped every bit of negative emotion out.
I was briefly roused from my reverie when her mouth left my cock, but as she climbed up my body and her lips met mine again, I felt a new sensation. A warm, wet, and tight sensation. “How do I feel?” She moaned.
“Fucking amazing,” I moaned back, breathing in Ariana as she started to ride.
“Emily never rode you raw like this, did she? This is how you should be treated. This is what you deserve.” I could no longer string words together, totally under her spell because she was right. My cock had never experienced this smooth velvet without a condom and I had been clearly missing out on paradise.
“Your dick feels so much better than I imagined. I knew it was big, but shit, I needed this so badly!” I just laid back and enjoyed the performance, locked in a trance.
“I want to cum on your dick. Can I cum? Please, can I cum on you?” She begged. I drunkenly nodded as Ariana rode harder and moaned louder. She grabbed my torso and pressed her nipple into my mouth. Her body tensed as her pressure mounted to a boiling point and threatened to spill over. “Fuck!” She moaned as she finally hit her climax.
As she slowed to catch her breath, I found my voice and asked, “can I taste it again?”
“Of course,” was the breathless reply as Ariana climbed forward to straddle my face. I only stuck out my tongue as she rode my face and slid along my tastebuds. Her sweet juices intoxicating me. I wanted more of Ariana. No, I needed more.
I sat up, flipping her to her back and climbing on top. “More?” I asked.
“More!” She called back as I pushed back into her sweet slick mound. Instead of sitting back, I was unleashed this time, holding her close as I drove frenetic thrusts inside. “More, more, more,” she cried, egging me on.
“Fuck, Ariana, you feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah? Good enough to make you cum?” I gritted my teeth in response, trying to fight that actual desire. I wanted so desperately to fuck her forever, but it was impossible. She felt way too good to last much longer.
“You can cum for me. I need your cum. I deserve your cum!” This wasn’t exactly helping my resistance. I tried to look anywhere but at her seductive body. “Cum wherever you want. Where did Emily never let you cum?”
My eyes instinctively scanned her body, stalling on her soft, perky tits, handful sized with puffy gumdrop nipples. The brief fantasy of them dripping with my cum was more than enough. “I wanna cum on your tits,” I cried out.
“Please! Cum on my tits! Fucking cover me with it! I’ve worked so hard! I deserve your cum!” I couldn’t have lasted another moment, if I wanted to. I hastily pulled out and repositioned. My hand flew to finish, but she slapped it away and aggressively stroked my cock above her tits herself. Her pleading eyes met mine, begging for me, while her free arm raised and pressed her boobs together.
I gave in. Pumping explosive blasts over her juicy mounds while my body released all of the pent up tension. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and empty, but Ariana straddled and looked down at me.
“How do you feel now? That was how a real woman treats you. Fuck that bitch.” Noticing my hungry eyes, she bounced and teased her cum covered tits. “You want more?”
“If you’re free, I think I still need to physically thank you for everything.”
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