I felt a hand stroking my emerging hardness. Our darling Beth. The most wonderful woman in the world was lying naked on me. How could I not be excited? In spite of all my idiocy.
My hands continued to massage her delicious rear, and our young roomies’ hand guided me back into her. I felt Debbie settle backward to take me deeper.
She turned her face, and her lips sought out mine, kissing me gently. “There he is. That’s my lover, the man who needs me almost as much as I need him.”
I stroked into her, wondering what had come over me. I could have been doing this from the moment she climbed into my bed.
“I’m such a fool,” I told her. “I don’t think I ever realized how much you mean to me. Hurting you is the worst thing I’ve ever done. I detest myself for it.”
I heard the door close, and I looked around and noticed that our roommate had left us. God, I hoped I hadn’t hurt her as well.
Debbie let me make love to her gently, while she relaxed on my body. “I’m jealous of her, whoever she is. To hurt you that much. You cared enough for someone else to feel guilty. Was it that hard to leave her for me?”
I was afraid to speak of her, but even more afraid to construct any more barriers between Debbie and me. “No. There was never a doubt. I felt bad for her, but I knew that no matter what, there was nobody for me but you. I’m sorry.”
She rose up on her arms and fucked me back. “You love me, don’t you?”
“Right now, more than I love myself. A lot more.”
“Was she beautiful? More beautiful?” she asked softly.
“She’s gorgeous, powerful, and wealthy. She offered me everything to stay with her.” I reached for Debbie’s breasts, cupping them gently. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you. And I was an idiot to even spend one minute with her, when I could be with you.”
“But you couldn’t be with me, you’d left me behind, and were alone over there.”
“Never again.”
She smiled for the first time in a long time. “You bet your ass never again.” Then a look of seriousness returned to her face. “You lied to us on the phone. You said there were no girls, that you slept alone. You don’t ever have to lie to me, Jack.”
“No. I didn’t. Up until the last night I went back to my hotel room alone every evening. There was a very cute girl in Zaragoza, but she was engaged, and I didn’t pursue it once she told me. It seemed like everyone in Spain was getting laid that night but me.”
Debbie gave me a little hint of a smile. “I hope you’re not trying to get me to feel sorry for you.”
“No. And I did spend time with her that evening. There was something between us, and it was growing. I didn’t make love to her until the last night, at her home. I went back to my room alone, like every other evening.”
“You made love to her. You didn’t fuck her,” she said sadly, her motions against me slowing to a halt.
“I cared for her. More than I’ve cared for anybody but you,” I confessed.
“And Beth,” she said softly.
I didn’t answer her, holding her hips up, so I could stroke into her more easily.
“And Beth,” she repeated, more firmly.