Over the course of the next two weeks, my sister and Steve both remained away at college. During that two-week period I had sexual intercourse with Andrea about fifteen times at least, and I got pretty good at it. Our love-making sessions usually took place in my dad's car, or on a blanket in my backyard. During each session I would come at least three or four times, safe sex always of course. She has a nice body, and her pussy would get dripping wet all the time. She loved to fuck.
During that time my friends kept telling me that she was cheating on me behind my back with that Mexican kid I told you about. I will call him Paco. Finally I told her what my friends had said, and laughing about it, I said something like "Those guys are stupid huh."
She said, "Uh... I wanted to talk to you about that..."
So I said, "Why? What's the matter?"
"Well, I dunno..."
"You didn't do anything with that guy for real, huh..."
"I dunno ... It's real weird..."
That was when I really started freaking out. I had just lost my virginity and stuff, and I really, really liked to fuck Andrea a lot. But then I started feeling sick all at once. I said, "That guy is a total loser. You didn't really make out with him did you?"
"I would never do anything to hurt you... on purpose." Oh man this was so fucked up. I started crying and stuff, and my mind was just racing. Anyway the long story short was that she had let him fuck her a bunch of times, without a condom, before things got serious with me. She said she really didn't like him a lot – that she liked me better – but she said that after they had sex she started really liking his dick a lot, and that she could never get the memory of his dick out of her mind. She said that since she had started hanging out with me seriously, she hadn't had intercourse with Paco, but she said that she had sucked his dick a couple of times.
I was more messed up inside my mind than I had ever been, even after my mom died. I asked her how many times did she do it, and after some prying she finally admitted that she had been hooking up with the guy every morning before school in the parking lot, to give him head.
I just started screaming at her and calling her names and all this stuff, and telling her she was a slut, and saying that I was going to tell her dad. It was awful. I told her it was over, that I wish I never met her, that I never wanted to see her again.
So anyway that night when I went home, I was feeling really tight and violent inside and I felt like hitting and breaking things. I watched tv until late, and after my dad went to sleep, I went back out to the garage and I got the screwdriver, the one I had used on myself before, and I got another one as well, a bigger one. I brought them both to my bedroom, and got the Vaseline from the bathroom. That night I stayed up until about four in the morning watching gay porn on my computer, with the small screwdriver handle up my butt. I had never watched gay porn before, but I really liked it a lot. I liked looking at the hard dicks, and then I started fantasizing about Steve's dick. He would be back in town the following weekend, and I decided then that I wanted to see his dick again really bad. I decided then that if I got another chance to hang out with Steve naked again, that I wanted to do more stuff. I wanted to touch his dick, and maybe try sucking it too.