The Jogging Girl, Part 1 [m/f] | 2016

Several years back, when I was at The University of Hawaii at Manoa, I was in a long term open relationship with a girl named Julia. We were both free to sleep with other people, and frequently Julia would point out girls she found attractive as people she'd like me to sleep with. These almost never panned out into actually happening, but the main reason I bring it up is because while Julia did find other women attractive, she never really felt that urgent sex drive feeling toward another woman herself. Until The Jogging Girl, that is.

One day, around 5pm, Julia and I were walking along Dole Street back to my dorm room, and as we're walking a girl jogs past us, traveling the same direction we were, so we were now seeing her from behind. She was short, maybe 5'2, and definitely had a soccer body. You probably know the type; athletic but not overly thin, thick legs that are big and strong, but with a layer of softer flesh keeping them from being too muscularly defined, and a very round ass. She was wearing very short, very tight pink shorts, and her butt would ever-so-slightly jiggle with each step. I couldn't tell at the time, but I'll also point out that she had very small, not particularly remarkable breasts.

Clearly, she was attractive, but not especially to my tastes. But as she ran past, Julia's eyes were wide, her cheeks were flushed, and her jaw was practically on the pavement. I had never seen her look at another woman like that.

"So shall I see about asking her out?" I asked, chuckling a little bit.

Julia didn't even look at me; she was still staring. "No, I'd be too jealous. I want her for myself."

Julia had developed her first full-blown girl crush. We got used to seeing The Jogging Girl running along Dole Street at the same time every evening, first on one side of the street going one way, then coming back on the other side a few minutes later. What's more, my dorm room overlooked Dole Street from the second floor. Julia and I got into a habit of starting to fool around at about 4:30-4:45 in the afternoon, so that things were appropriately heated up by 5 when the Jogging Girl would pass. Julia would stare at her between the curtains, watch her run past while I fingered her, or ate her from behind, or even fucked her as she was bent over my bed or my desk. There was a span of about two weeks where every single day Julia would come watching her jog past, and even once the novelty of it wore off enough that it wasn't every day, it was still a frequent event.

Then in November of that year, Julia and her family took a trip out of the country. I decided I was going to talk to the Jogging Girl, with the intent of introducing her to Julia once she was back, hopefully with the two of them hooking up (Julia and I weren't really discussing threesomes at that time, so while it definitely crossed my mind, it was never as a serious consideration).

I had been trying to think of how to approach somebody who I only ever see running, when an opportunity fell into my lap. I saw her earlier in the day, not in her running gear, on her way back from class, and the small pocket on her backpack was hanging open. I pointed it out to her, and she quickly checked the pocket to make sure everything was there, zipped it up, and said thanks. I mentioned that I saw her running, and asked about which brand of running shoes she prefers, and after a bit more similarly innocuous small-talk, suggested that we hang out sometime. She mentioned a place nearby that did Tuesday night trivia, and said she'd been looking for a trivia partner, and suggested we do that later that night. She also told me her name was Laura. My plan was to be friendly enough in the mean time to figure out how likely it was that Laura would be interested in hooking up with my girlfriend, but things definitely didn't go according to plan.

We were a terrible trivia team. Between the two of us, we managed to have just ridiculous blind spots in pop culture that made it so that we were doing laughably bad, and when we didn't know the answer, we'd try to come up with the funniest fake answer in order to get a laugh out of the girl reading the answers and tallying points. Laura was a little standoffish at first, making a point of not getting the wrong idea, that I wasn't her type, that sort of thing. I made it plainly clear that I wasn't interested in that, but she didn't believe me. She had shown up wearing denim short shorts and a white tank top. She looked good, but she definitely wasn't dressed to have all eyes on her, or anything like that.

There was obvious chemistry, but I was so intent on just being friendly that I was pretty well ignoring it, and kind of assumed that if I just ignored the chemistry, so would she, especially since she didn't seem that interested to start with. I don't know why I assumed that; it was pretty dumb of me in hindsight. But as the night wore on, she'd clearly gotten a bit closer, and at one point I noticed that every time she shifted in her seat, she'd move so that her leg pressed against mine for a moment. I was flattered, but also getting kind of annoyed, since this really wasn't what I was after, so I started being a little more direct in shutting her down. I didn't come out and say anything, but I definitely would scoot my chair a few inches further away, and I wouldn't reciprocate on any of the more suggestive jokes she'd make. This maybe makes it sound less pleasant than it was; despite the awkward disconnect between what she wanted and what I wanted, things were still very pleasant.

Once trivia had ended, it was about 3am, and she was clearly flustered and a bit confused. She wasn't really expecting me to not go after her, and I think she was fairly self-conscious about it. With kind of a defeated tone, she said: "Do you mind at least walking me back to the campus apartments?"

"I don't mind at all, but my place is closer."

Did I just say that? I had not intended to say anything of the sort. I hadn't even been considering changing my mind. But I opened my mouth, and out that came, and I saw this look of relief on her face, and a smile, and her walk regained that confident hip sway that had slowly faded as she'd become more and more convinced that I wasn't noticing, and then there was no way I was turning back after all that.

We got up to my dorm room, and she pulled me down into a kiss in my open doorway. I pushed her into the room and let the door close behind us. I backed her up against my desk, and she lifted herself onto it, and sat facing me. She started to unbutton her shorts, but I took her hands and pulled them behind her back, and whispered "not yet" into her ear. I then kissed down her neck from just beneath her ear, down to her collarbone. I had let her hands free, and she pulled off her tanktop, and reached for the clasp of her bra, but I beat her to it, pulled it off of her, and then pushed her so that she was leaning further back while I moved my lips from her collarbone to her breasts, then back up the other side of her collarbone, up her neck, to the other ear. All very slowly. By now she was shaking. I pulled her toward the edge of the desk, and whispered again "turn around."

She slipped back down to her feet, turned, and leaned back against me. I took her hands, and placed them on the desk, leaning her forward slightly in the process. "Keep your hands right here." She nodded, and I started kissing between her shoulder blades, and working my way up the back of her neck, while, with my left hand, I traced lines up along her throat to her chin with my fingertips. With my right, I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out Julia's leash and collar, which I kept in the top drawer. I gave Laura's throat a gentle squeeze with my left hand, and then slipped slipped my girlfriend's collar around her neck.

I stepped to the other side of my desk, and pulled her forward by the leash, and then down, until she was leaning completely over the desk. I tied the end of her leash around the leg of the desk near the foot, so that she couldn't stand back up until I released her. I dropped her shorts down around her ankles, but left her thong on. Then I gave her ass a firm slap. She gasped, and got up on her tiptoes and when I gently rubbed the spot I'd just hit, she said "uh huh, uh huh." I said "sshhh" and spanked her again. The same spot. She was breathing rapidly and kind of stuttering. "Oh g--oh m--oh my god, oh my god, oh nnnnggggmph." I'd tease her, trace a line down the back of her thighs with my finger tips, then back up, raise my hand, make her wait, and eventually, another slap.

I touched her through her underwear. She was completely soaked. I pulled them down to just below her knees, and told her to step out of them. She did, and I stepped around in front of her. Her head was at about the height of my navel, and I stood close enough that she couldn't meet my eyes. I put my hand on the side of her face and told her to open her mouth. She did, and I slipped my thumb between her lips, and she sucked on it while moaning for a moment. I then lifted the drenched crotch of her panties to her mouth, and pressed it in with the thumb she had just been sucking on. I had my right hand on the side of her face with my thumb in her mouth with the crotch of her thong, the straps hanging down from her chin, and I placed my left hand on the other side of her face. She continued to suck at my thumb through the fabric, making wonderful slurping sounds of her own juices, and swallowing with each. I moved my hands to her shoulders, and leaned against her so she could feel my erection through my pants, against the side of her face, before moving back around behind her.

I sat down in my chair behind her. Perfect height to see her ass up close. I touched her left elbow. "Give me your hand. She did, and I guided it between her thighs. I put my foot between both of hers, and nudged her feet further apart, so that she was standing, still bent over, but with parted legs while she touched herself. I slapped her ass some more, and she moaned into her underwear, before I gripped her, and parted her cheeks to show her red, swollen cunt dripping wet at her touch. When I exposed her completely like this, a long, thin strand of her juices dangled down from her, and I thought it was going to reach the floor, but her body swaying brought it against her thigh. I traced the line of wetness up that thigh to her pussy, and then rested my hand on the back of hers while she masturbated for me, and I kissed and licked the reddened welts on her ass. It was just a few moments before she tensed up, got up on her toes again, and then shuddered, making perfect little whimpering noises to let me know she had come.

I stood in front of her again, and this time unbuttoned my pants just a couple of inches in front of her face. She reached for me with her hand, and I told her to keep her hands on the desk again. I pulled my cock out of my boxers, and let the head come within an inch of her lips. She opened her mouth, letting her thong fall so that the waistband was around the base of my cock, and it dangled there while she reached with her tongue to taste the head of it. I kept myself just out of her reach, my left hand firmly on the back of her head, gripping her hair, and my right slowly stroking me. Twice, maybe three times, I leaned closer and let her take me into her mouth, but only for a moment, only long enough to tease, before pulling back far enough again that she could only reach me with the tip of her tongue. When I got close, I gripped her hair, and pulled her head roughly back so that she was looking up as much as she could. She looked me in the eyes, then bit her lip and smiled, and I came onto her lips, her chin, and onto the side of her face.

She and I continued having sex nearly every night for the next few weeks, until the semester ended. It was Laura's last at UH, so she wouldn't be there when Julia came back anyway, so I never mentioned Julia's crush on her (though I did let Laura know I was in an open relationship), and when Julia did come back, I never did tell her that I'd had sex with her first girl crush. Once that semester ended, Laura and I went our separate ways, and I expected I'd never see her again. However, I did run into her years later, and I'll cover that in Part 2.