While We Were Apart: Senior Year 1

A while back, I wrote a book called The Blonde in 3C, which jumped between a time when the two protagonists were friends, and when they were a couple exploring the hotwife fantasy. I love writing origin stories—not just of the couple and how they got into wife sharing, but also how the husband and the wife arrived at that point. It got me thinking about what would happen if I lingered on those important moments in a couple's lives just a little longer.

As many of you know, I like to think of the couple as the third protagonist, when it comes to writing in this genre. The couple follows the same growth arcs that individuals do, with highs and lows, with moments where you want to scream at them, and others when you want to embrace. 

While We Were Apart is a series that I wrote just before the launch of this Patreon. Each part is about as long as each individual part of Never Too Late to Play. There are currently five written, and each focuses on a pivotal moment in the lives of Nathan and Morgan. My plan is to go from their college years (first story) all the way to their later-in-life adventures, but right now, what's written gets them into their late 20s. I'm going to post the first part over the next few weeks, then take a break to put out something more timely. Then we'll get back to them.

Chapter 1

“Hey, stranger.”

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Morgan!”

Those same people say nothing about the effect it has on jealousy or insecurity or doubt.

“You’re here,” I said.

And they definitely didn’t say anything about how awkward the absence makes things.

“Hey, Nathan. You going to invite me in?” Morgan asked. She looked the same as ever—same lean body, same flowing, chocolate brown hair, same radiant smile. ”Or do you have a new girlfriend in there?”

“New girlfriend?” But my brain couldn’t reconcile what was happening. I hadn’t seen Morgan in person in over a year. “No new girlfriend.”

She stared at me, shifting a little. This wasn’t how I’d imagined this reunion. In my head, there were fewer words, more kissing, and definitely clothes being torn off. She thrust a thumb over her shoulder. “This a bad time? Seriously, you have someone back there? I… won’t be upset.”

I heard the hesitation. “No, there’s no one else. I’m just… it feels like it’s been forever.”

“Too long.” Morgan seemed over the awkwardness and the waiting. Like the first time we kissed, she seized the initiative, stepping up to me, pulling me close, and pressing her lips to mine.

The kiss was clumsy for only a moment. It wobbled like a baby bird falling from the nest, and then it soared. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands down her back, and could feel the heat of her skin beneath her tank top. I grabbed her ass, encased in a pair of skintight jeans.

It was all so familiar, yet also, weirdly, excitingly, so new.

“Now that’s a better greeting,” Morgan said, breaking the kiss, but keeping her arms around me.

I nuzzled her nose. “Missed you,” I whispered.

“I missed you so much.” She pressed her hips against mine. “And it feels like someone else missed me. Which way to your bedroom?”

“Uh, it’s that one.” I pointed to the left door. Funny to think that I’d been living here a year and yet Morgan had never seen it. “Want a tour?”

“After.” She dragged me into my room. “I see you’re as tidy as ever.”

She was looking at my unmade bed, at the clothing strewn all over the floor and the empty water glasses beside my bed. “If you’d called to tell me that you were coming…”

“Oh, I hope I’ll be coming soon.” She laughed, pulling her tank top off and tossing it onto my unkempt bed. Her lacy black bra almost distracted me away from her belly piercing.

“That’s new.” I stared at the silver bar, studded on either end with white, glittering stones. 

She ran her hand down her flat tummy and fingered the jewelry. “Thought I’d try it. You like it?”

“It’s very sexy.” I ran my eyes over her whole body. “Everything about you is sexy. Did England make you sexier?”

She laughed again—light as a caress. Familiar, too. “You’re so silly.”

“You still love me for it?” I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Always,” she said. “I’ll always love you.”

Finally, the last bits of that awkwardness were gone. We made it to the bed, kissing and exploring one another. I popped open her jeans, helping her wiggle out. My breath caught when our combined efforts revealed a black thong that matched her bra. 

“I hope this isn’t reunion lingerie. I’m liking the new you.”

“Well, it is reunion lingerie,” she said. “But I’ve had a change of heart with things riding up my butt.”

I had a brief, but vivid image of some muscled stud driving his cock into Morgan’s ass. It came out of nowhere, driven by her unintentional innuendo. I couldn’t let it pass. “Is that so? Now this is going to be a homecoming.”

“What?” And then she got it, her face turning red. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” She demurred, but only slightly. “I didn’t know you wanted to try that.”

“I don’t,” I blurted, although it was only partially true. I’d just never considered it a real possibility.

“Okay,” she said. The awkwardness was creeping back.

I pulled her close and kissed her again. I ran my hands over her ass, confirming that her panties did plunge between her cheeks. “But I think it’s hot as hell seeing you in a thong.”

We made out some more, falling onto my bed, our urgency rising together. I pulled off my shirt, and she touched my chest as if trying to remember if I was this muscled before. I wasn’t. “Dan gave me a few pointers at the gym,” I said.

Those eyes lingered on my pecs before she glanced up at me with a bright smile. “I’ll have to thank him next time I see him.” She kissed my chest. “Very nice, Nathan.” Another kiss. “Very nice,” she purred.

Down she went, unzipping my jeans and fishing out my cock. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she studied my erection, like she was reminding herself what my dick looked like. Like she had to compare it with all the other dicks she’d seen while studying abroad.

The jealousy set in like claws along the insides of my gut, tearing my insides to pieces. I felt sick. I felt pathetic. And yet, when Morgan looked up at me, her dark eyes locking onto mine, and took me into her mouth, I felt so fucking good.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. I wasn’t going to last. It had been too long with only my hand to give me pleasure, and her wet mouth felt too good. I had to shut my eyes and try to will myself not to come as she bobbed along my dick.

But after about a minute I couldn’t take any more. “Morgan…” I croaked. “I need you.”

She popped off me, smiling. “Not going to argue with that.” She worked my jeans off, but even the image of my dick bouncing obscenely before her was too hot. 

I flipped her onto her back, pants around my knees, and pulled her thong to the side just enough to thrust home. I missed, naturally, drawing a giggle from Morgan. “Here, let me help.”

She whipped off her panties in one fluid motion and took me into her hand, guiding me to her gash… which was shaved bare. Like, totally bare. Like, slippery-smooth-along-my-cock bare.

And then I was sinking into all that gloriously soft skin.

“Uh, God,” she groaned. “Oh, Nathan… fuck me… fuck me…” She held me, raking her fingers through my hair, gasping with each thrust.

“Morgan, you’re so sexy,” I whispered. “I’m not… gonna… last…”

“Come, Baby. Don’t hold back.” Her hand tightened in my hair. I kissed her neck and breathed in her familiar scent. She was home. She was back. “Give me your come, Baby. I want to feel it.”

I couldn’t have denied her even if I’d tried. Her order seared through me. I slammed my cock to the root, my balls tight, my breath held. Time stood still—a microcosm of our year apart. It lost meaning. It was limbo.

And then she was back, and I was coming and everything felt whole again.

***

I basked in the glow of my orgasm, staring at the ceiling, Morgan’s warm, lean body at my side. It had been six months of nothing but self-pleasure, a drought that I was beginning to think would last forever. And yet here she was, Morgan, my college girlfriend, back like nothing had changed.

When she got into the study abroad program in London for her junior year, we kind of decided to break up. Or maybe I had mostly pushed it, because I was a dumb college kid who didn’t know how good I had it until it was gone.

It was a friendly breakup. She told me that she’d be back in a year and asked if I’d have her when she came home. That was the type of person she was, and I only realized how deeply I’d fallen in love with her when we were separated by eight time zones.

We mostly emailed. The time difference was brutal, but it wasn’t just that. At first, I was busy trying to be the single guy I thought I wanted to be around campus. When that got old and I got to missing her, phone calls were just so awkward.

I figured there were other guys. I worried about calling her some afternoon and another dude picking up. It was hypocritical, for sure, since I wasn’t exactly celebate, but whatever.

But the reality was much harder to deal with than hypotheticals. Lying there next to a mostly naked Morgan, I realized that she’d definitely been sexually active over there. She didn’t shave her bush or start wearing thongs to give her an edge when writing papers. It was all going to take time to wrap my head around.

Or I should have given it time, anyway. My dumb self decided to dive right in at the time.

Rolling onto my side—after finally kicking off my boxers and jeans—I ran my hand along her body. Had her skin always been this soft and unblemished? I traced the small cluster of moles just beneath her ribcage. That was familiar. Lower, the navel piercing wasn’t.

“So who do I have to thank for this?” I pinched the piercing, the metal warm and inviting.

Glancing up at Morgan, I found her staring at me, studying me with those dark eyes. “You can thank me, of course.”

“You did it for yourself?”

“Who else would I have done it for?”

Somewhere in the back of my head, an alarm bell began to bleat. “Some good looking Englishman with a fondness for piercings?”

Morgan’s laugh was pure and genuine. “You’re right. I did take out all my other piercings before flying back. I didn’t think you’d like my triple brow rings.”

“Probably not my taste.” I laughed along with her, but it didn’t feel great. I moved my hand lower. “And how about this?” I asked, running the back of my hand over her bald mound. Like the rest of it, it was so amazingly soft. “I definitely want to thank the guy responsible for this change of style.”

“We really doing this, Nathan?” She wasn’t being defensive. I didn’t feel her body stiffen, and she definitely wasn’t pulling away. It was a real question, asked by someone who knew me better than I did. I took her point—I didn’t really want to know. 

But I also heard her answer—there was definitely a guy who got her to shave her box.

“I like it.” I fingered her clit. She shivered with pleasure. “I think you should keep it like this.”

Morgan smirked. “Of course you do.”

“You know, just in case you go back to visit and see…whoever. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

She was already shaking her head before I finished the sentence. “I’m not going back.” She scooched up to me until her breasts touched my chest. “I came home because I missed the fuck out of you, you idiot.”

“Sounds like you really missed me—”

She shut me up with a hard kiss. Because I was a dumbass, I almost kept on arguing, but Morgan and her kisses were a compelling reason to shut up. So I did.

When she went back down on me, though, even after I’d fucked her, the insecurities were back. She’d definitely never taken me back in her mouth after sex, and I’d never asked. She’d never tasted herself that way. Now, there was no hesitation.

She even brushed her hair out of her face so she could watch me as she bobbed up and down my length. I wondered if she’d been with guys bigger than me. The speculation hit me with a rush of adrenaline, jealousy so real it tasted like battery acid. My head spun. My cock swelled right along with it.

It was hard to watch Morgan swallow more and more of my dick and not think about her doing that with some Englishman issuing instructions in a boarding school accent.

‘That’s it. Keep your eyes on me and relax your throat. Take me deeper. You can do it, Morgan. That’s just perfect.”

And she did take me deeper than ever before. I felt my dick enter the back of her throat. She swallowed until her lips touched my pubes, then pulled back, gasping for breath.

“You have a nice dick, Nathan.”

“Thanks?” I did my best to not think she’d said it the way a wine connoisseur, who’d sampled many different wines, would talk about a surprisingly good table red. I didn’t do well at the “not thinking” part, though.

She straddled me, holding my dick steady as she impaled herself on it, and sighed, her eyes closed, basking in the feeling of me inside of her. I reached up, cupping her tits and thumbing her hard nipples.

“Yes,” she gasped. Languidly, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, seeing me. And that’s when it really hit me. There may have been other guys, but she’d come back to me.

Hands braced on my shoulders, she began to fuck me. Had it been like this before? Was this the thrill of a year of absence, or had she learned a few new tricks while we were apart?

She took my right hand from her tit and guided it down between her legs. I took the cue, happy to play with her shaved snatch. She moaned as I thumbed her clit, rising high over me and cupping her own tits together.

Her eyes were closed again, lost in the thoughts of other men? I didn’t wilt. I only thickened. I only rubbed her faster, thrusting up to meet her undulating hips.

“Oh… oh, yes… there… there!”

She folded forward as she came, her long, dark hair spilling around us. Her forehead was clammy and hot as she rested it against mine, her breath a high-pitched staccato. “Oh, fuck, Baby,” she groaned. “Come. Give me your… uhhh!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Grabbing her ass, I pulled her body down into me as I erupted for the second time. She shuddered, quaking each time I pulsed inside of her, even after I had nothing left to give.

She collapsed in my arms, sweaty and satisfied.

I wanted to ask her about the guys again, about her experiences. I wanted to know where she’d learned to fuck like that.

It just didn’t seem like the right time.

Next part comes out Friday, January 10.