”“I promise.”“OK. I’m leaving right now. See you in less than an hour. Don’t say anything to anyone.”“I love you, Mikey.”“I love y...ou too, Liz.”I quickly changed into jeans and rugby shirt, grabbed my wallet, keys, jacket, and baseball cap. I walked out to the common area and let Clark know I was going home for an emergency. I asked him to let Angie know, and that I had no idea when I’d be back. I hurried out of the building and to my car. Seconds later I was turning out of the parking lot. I. Two minutes after his leaving we were sucking face. What just happend i wondered and for mant years i have been lost in all the angles that i played and the bigger angles they played. As my sexual desirers beought me to a point and not being cheater but enjoying my girl when im aware of it or able to video it or serting up some or all the specifics of her fucking another guy really turned me on. I am not sure i kinda started with that fetish early on an not being gay or bi i like two guys on. In fact, I had been a little on the wild side in college. I had dated a lot of the jocks, sometimes two or three at a time, nothing kinky, but often one on each night of the weekend. I settled down in grad school and met Phil there, but college had been fun -- no doubt about that. "So, it's true, what we non-athletes think about cheerleaders and football players?" Obviously, my high school reunion was forgotten, and Phil wanted to hear about my cheerleading days. I closed my book, chuckling,. I had not had a lot of experience with men, and all that I'd had had been very, very unfortunate. However, I seemed more like Madonna compared to Erik. He was 25, and had never so much as kissed a girl before we started dating, never mind had sex. His naiveté appealed to me in a way - I had always been the one to get taken advantage of. In this relationship I knew more than he did, and the feeling was a bit exhilarating.Erik and I both knew about each other's backgrounds - we had been.