Inbounding

I was home for winter break from college and was excited about seeing my girlfriend, Mandy. She was 19 and a senior in high school; we started dating near the end of the past summer, but we had not spent much time together because I went away to school a couple of states over soon after. I knew that she went on dates with other guys while I was away, telling me that she needed to show up at school events with a guy, or people would start to think that there was something wrong with her. She swore that, aside from making out with them, nothing sexual happened. I wanted to believe her, but I had serious doubts.
During my break, Mandy made excuses for not seeing me, claiming that she was busy with visiting family members from out-of-town. I didn't press the issue, deciding to wait patiently for her to have some free time for me. She did send me some pictures of her in lingerie to keep me horny and thinking of her. As pretty as she was, Mandy seemed just slightly mismatched in the body department; her lower half was thick, whereas her breasts seemed small because of the size of her ass and thighs. Still, I loved her firm thighs and full bottom. Her boobs were not that small either. She was a B/C cup.
Finally, after a few days of being back, Mandy told me she could spend part of the afternoon with me. We met at a small restaurant that was nearly empty. I kissed her hello, and we hugged for just a short time. She acted indifferent towards me, making me feel as though she was going out of her way to see me.
"I missed you," I said, watching her as she took off her winter coat.
"Me, too," she said unconvincingly.
Mandy was wearing a beige sweater and black leggings; she had on a pair of brown calf-boots. I wanted to put my hands between her thighs to warm my hands, but we were sitting across from each other, and she was not giving off any warm feelings. Her cell phone notified her of a message, so she spent a few minutes dealing with that. After she was done, she looked at me with the first smile I had seen from her since before I left for school.
"How much did you miss me?" Mandy said, swiping her dark blonde hair away from her face.
"I thought of you all the time," I said, realizing that I may have sounded desperate.
"Aw, that's so sweet," she said, grabbing her phone.
We ate our meal mostly in silence, staring down at our plates or looking at the other customers. I wanted to talk, but she seemed preoccupied with something and would not ignore her phone for any long stretches. Mandy excused herself to go to the bathroom, giving me the treat of seeing her ass walking away from me. She was gone for more than a short while, leaving me to wonder why she was even my girlfriend.
There was still time to do one more thing, she said. Mandy told me I could go shopping with her at a women's only store. I knew that she was going to get me to pay for whatever she wanted, and I was okay with that. I just wanted to spend some time with her, hoping I might get to at least make out with her. My expectations were rather low.
We walked across the parking lot to a fashion store for women. I felt out of place until I saw another guy with his girlfriend; he was holding her purse while she shuffled some clothing on a rack. Mandy went to the middle of the store, ignoring me right away. I stood far back from her, giving her all the space that she needed.
The guy with the purse walked towards me, nodded, and said, "We've been here an hour, and she hasn't found anything she likes yet."
"I'm expecting the same," I said, shaking my head.
Mandy was browsing through the panty section and talking on her phone at the same time. I wanted to eavesdrop on her conversation; I was curious what all the texting was about, and now I wanted to listen in on her call.
"He's all happy to see me, but I'm just not feeling it today," Mandy said, surprising me.
I was quiet and somewhat hidden by one of the racks. Mandy looked around for me but did not see me.
"No, Becky, he doesn't know I slept with Terrence. I told him we made out and nothing else. I don't care, Terrence had the biggest dick ever. His is so small, it's ridiculous. He can't fill me up like Terrence can," Mandy said, holding up a purple thong.
The jolt of hearing her talk about me like that was almost too much for me. I felt queasy, anxious, and nervous all at once. I walked away from Mandy and found a chair by the front door. After I sat down and started to contemplate what she had said, the image I had of myself was forever altered. I figured my cock was average and not worthy of ridicule, believing it was big enough to satisfy females. Now, Mandy was making me rethink that.
When she walked over to me with a couple of panties, I just handed her my charge card without looking at her. I was quiet on the way to the car. It was me who seemed preoccupied with something this time. She sensed that I was annoyed with something and tried to soothe me by holding my hand. I felt robotic and uninspired Ankara Escort that our relationship was not in a good place, and I suddenly realized that what I had suspected before -- that Mandy just wanted the status of having a boyfriend away at college -- was true.
"I better get you home," I said when we got inside the car.
"Don't you want some of this?" She said, opening her arms an embracing me with a kiss.
We made out for a few minutes; she tasted so sweet that I momentarily forgot what had just happened. Her tongue darted into my mouth and slid over mine. She didn't object when I put my hands between her warm thighs or when I felt her boobs through her sweater. I didn't know how far this session was going to go, but she did know and suddenly stopped.
"Yeah, you better take me home before we start having sex in the parking lot," Mandy said, pulling away from me.
A brief taste and touch were all I was going to get. I drove her home, letting her criticism of the size of my penis overtake my thoughts. She had given me a few hand jobs and a couple of foot jobs, getting me off rather splendidly, but we had not fucked yet, and I was starting to think that we never would at this point. We only dated for a couple of weeks before I left for school, having met at a graduation party. She was interested in the fact that I was one of the few students from our school going to a university in another state. I had been dazzled by her blue eyes that challenged me to be a boyfriend and not just some guy thinking of the concept of having a girlfriend.
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Once I got home, I took off my clothes and started to stroke my cock in front of the mirror. I got as hard as I possibly could and looked at it from different angles. What had always seemed average now looked like a disappointment to me. Still, I got into bed and jerked off to Mandy -- the way her ass had looked when she walked to the bathroom, the way her tongue slid over mine, and how nice her tits felt.
I sent her a text, telling her that I hoped we could see each other before I went back to school. She sent me a picture of the panties she bought laid out on the bed. I asked her for a picture of her in the purple thong, but she did not answer me.
In the middle of the night, I woke up thinking about Mandy getting fucked by some guy with a bigger dick than mine. I realized she was just stringing me along and had no intention of being my girlfriend. I was going to send her a text in the morning, telling her how I didn't think our connection was strong enough to keep going with me away at school. For me, it was over with Mandy. Things felt raw, but I didn't think I had a choice. The humiliation of being called tiny was enough to get me to move on from Mandy and the idea of a girlfriend back home.
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As I was showering -- soaping up my hard cock -- I was thinking about what I was going to say to her. The fact that I was in college, and she was still in high school, made me want to take a mature approach to how I would end it with her. My thoughts fumbled, and they got somewhat hazy after I came from thoughts of her.
I decided to postpone my text to her, thinking I would leave things unresolved and possibly open for something with her during the spring or summer break. There was no way I was going to reach out to her before I left for school. If she wanted to see me, that was a different issue.
As I was getting dressed, it was me who received a text; however, it was not from Mandy but from her friend Becky, asking me to meet with her later. I had thoughts of Becky ridiculing me over what Mandy had said to her and vowing to tell the whole school about my less than stellar member. I agreed to meet her after her basketball practice and told her we could grab a bite to eat afterwards.
There was time to go for a drive to clear my head before picking Becky up in the school parking lot. I felt strange being in the parking lot of my former school, as if I had some unresolved things to deal with before moving on. The size of my tool had suddenly become that thing. I knew that obsessing about it was not good, but it was just too raw at the moment. I realized that I was transferring the feelings of being cheated on to something that I had no control over, wanting to distract from the fact that Mandy had done me wrong.
The girls' basketball team started to filter out of the gym; some players drove off and others were driven away by parents, boyfriends/girlfriends, or siblings. I flashed my headlights when I saw Becky. She was taller than I remembered -- close to six feet tall. Becky had her hair cut short and walked with that athletic swagger that comes from being the captain and best player on the team.
Becky got in my car and tossed her bag in the backseat. She was wearing athletic gear, covering her curves. This was the first time we had ever spoken, aside from bumping into each other in the hallway a couple of times and excusing Balgat Escort ourselves.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi," she said, smiling.
"Do you want to grab a burger?"
"Sure, but I think we need a little privacy because of what I have to tell you."
"Okay, I know a place that might be nearly empty this time of day," I said, realizing that maybe I didn't want to hear what she had to say.
Once we got to the restaurant, we realized that it didn't matter where we sat. The place was empty, but we chose a corner booth anyway. We ordered our food and sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other as though we didn't know what to say or what to talk about. That awkwardness did not last long.
"I know Mandy is my friend, but I don't like how she is treating you. I don't like how you're expecting more from her than she's probably going to give you. Maybe it's none of my business, but I don't care, I'm going to get this out in the open," she said, showing why she was chosen as captain of the team: assertiveness!
"I'm listening," I said, content to let her go on talking.
With her hair cut short, she had a sort of tomboyish look going on, but her features were symmetrical, and she was definitely pretty. Her dark eyes appeared confident and watched everything as though she were guarding an opposing player.
The waitress brought us our order, but Becky moved her plate to the side. I took a bite of my food but kept my eyes on Becky.
"Mandy was seduced by this guy named Terrence's charm. He took her virginity a few weeks ago, and now she can't get enough of him. I told her she should break up with you, but she thinks Terrance will end it with her first, and she doesn't want to leave you for that reason," Becky said, bluntly.
"Terrence, huh?" I said, already knowing the name from the conversation I had overheard.
"And she told me you have remained faithful to her while away at school. That's what really makes me mad. You should be having fun and meeting other people, not waiting on someone who is cheating on you!"
"I appreciate all this," I said.
"You don't seem surprised," she said, moving her plate back in front of her.
"I have to confess," I said, pausing after I said it.
"Confess?"
"I heard her mention the name Terrence when she was talking to you yesterday. I was eavesdropping."
"Wow!"
"Yeah."
"Does Mandy know that you know?"
"No, she doesn't."
"You seem okay with it," she said, surprised.
"It's something else I overheard that is bothering me more."
"What?"
"The part of Terrence being huge and her calling me tiny," I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Oh," she said, looking almost sad for me.
"Truthfully, that bothered me more."
"She didn't seem to have any complaints when you two did stuff last summer."
"She told you about us?" I said, curiously.
"Yeah."
"What did she say?"
Becky got quiet and played with her food, thinking about what she was going to say next. I liked the warmth in her eyes, and the way her lips looked pouty in profile. I didn't say anything as she tried to get her thoughts right.
"She said that your cock was nice and that you came all over her feet," Becky said, smiling.
"Yeah, we had some fun, but now I'm tiny," I said, wanting to see her reaction to that.
"You shouldn't compare yourself to Terrence."
"I'm not, she is."
"I think you're overreacting. She was happy with you last summer."
"But now? How big is he anyway?"
"Mandy said he's like seven and a half inches, maybe more," she said, taking a drink of her water.
"Great, I don't even know how big mine is, but it's obviously not that big," I said, knowing my cock was just over five inches.
"I can measure it. It might make you feel better."
"Really?" I said, intrigued by her and imaging her doing other things besides measuring me.
"Yeah, it could be fun," she said, forgetting that the outcome might bother me.
"Maybe some other time," I said, hoping we could meet up before I left, but not to measure me.
"When do you go back to school?"
"In a couple of days."
"Can we see each other before you go back?"
"What about Mandy?"
"It's up to you who you want to be with," Becky said, sliding out of the booth to go to the bathroom.
Her confident swagger as she walked kept me riveted, but I couldn't make out the shape of her ass or her boobs under her loose-fitting clothing. Her lower body was not as thick as Mandy's, but she was definitely in better shape and probably more toned than her friend.
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Becky was playing an away game at a holiday showcase for some of the best teams in the area. The game was around noon, and she asked me to go. I only had a couple of more chances to see her, so I agreed to go to the game.
The crowd was sparse but still trickling in for an all-day event. The ticket Çankaya Escort seller said there was a match-up that evening between two of the best teams in the state, and that the gym would be full at that time. I wanted to tell her that I was there to see only one girl, but I just smiled at her when she handed me my ticket.
Becky's game was already in the second quarter when I got there, and the score was tied. I sat across from her bench as high in the bleachers as I could get. She was on the court, moving quickly to get to the ball on an inbound pass. She looked amazing in her sleeveless uniform; her arms were buff. The shorts were kind of baggy, covering her thighs but showing me that she had an undeniable bubble butt.
During a time-out, I saw her glance up at me in the stands while she took a drink of water from a paper cup. Once the game resumed, Becky began to play very aggressively, diving for a loose ball a couple of times. She was given a foul just before the quarter ended for pushing a blonde-haired opponent out of bounds; the referee had to keep them separated. Her team was now leading by five points.
Becky sent me a text from the locker room, telling me that she was glad I had made it to the game, and that she was sweaty from all the running around on the court. I told her I thought she looked so fit in her uniform, especially her muscled arms. She asked me what I thought of her ass, and I said it was amazing.
The rest of the game went quickly. Becky's team, my old high school, won the game by double-digit points. Becky, the high scorer with 21 points, blew me a kiss when it seemed no one was looking because of the post-game celebration. Mandy seemed more and more like someone I needed to forget and move on from. Becky was pulling me towards her, practically taking me away from my girlfriend. It felt real, and it felt good.
Becky had to ride back to school with her team, but she told me to meet her at the same spot where I had picked her up for our first encounter. She sent me texts as I was driving, telling me how energized she was after the game, and that I had actually spurred her on to play more aggressively.
I waited patiently for her, seeing the team bus pull in more than an hour after I did. We both knew that I was leaving in a couple of days, and that it was pretty much over with Mandy. I decided I was going to give her vague answers about everything, wanting her to think that there was someone else. Becky was that someone else.
When Becky got into the car, it was much different from the last time. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, staring at me for a few seconds after she did so. Her energy was palpable, and I was more than willing to get swept up in it with her.
"My parents are doing dinner after work, so we have a lot of time at my house. We can hang out there if you want," she said, enthusiastically.
"No brothers or sisters?" I said, hoping that she didn't have any.
"My brother is at state; he went to his girlfriend's home for break."
"Cool."
Becky led me into her home: a large ranch-style house with modern-looking furniture. She tossed her gym bag by the basement door and went into the kitchen for a couple bottles of water and offered me one; I set it on a table atop a magazine. She was still thirsty from all the exertion she had done earlier.
"Why were you so aggressive towards that blonde?" I said, watching her take a big gulp of water.
"We've been rivals for a while. She got the better of me the last time we played. It was on her home court. She mocked me on social media for it. It felt good to get in her face and to get the win," she said, lowering the zipper on her jacket.
"Wow!"
"Did you think she was hot? You called her 'the blonde' like that's what you noticed first."
"She was cute, but I was there to see you," I said, taking the bottle of water from her hand and kissing her softly.
Becky was just a little taller than me, but I didn't mind it. In a way, I felt a little submissive to her swagger and confidence. She let me kiss her, sticking her tongue in my mouth playfully. She giggled when she reached to squeeze my ass with a strong grip.
"I like that you beat the blonde today," I said, putting my hand on her ass.
"I did it for you," she said, kissing me.
After a long minute of kissing and touching each other, Becky pulled away and said, "I'm going to go find a measuring tape. Meet me in the family room."
"You don't have to measure me," I said, nervously.
"I really want to. Please!" She said, turning to go.
She left me anxious. I was still stinging from Mandy's assessment of my cock, feeling inadequate. Becky wanted to do something that I was really unwilling to do, no matter how positive she sounded about how I was probably overreacting. I went into the family room and sat down on an ottoman to wait for her and her measuring tape.
She bounded into the room having changed her clothes; she was now wearing a pair of yoga shorts and a hoodie. She was barefoot and had put her hair up like she had worn it during the game.
"Ready?" She said, showing me the sewing tape she had brought with her.
"Not really," I said, intimidated by her tape measure.
"I just want to prove to you that your penis is of average size," she said, kissing me.