My relationship with Tom is not great. I don’t think it ever will be. Maybe it's destined to be lukewarm because my attention is diverted towards Beth Ann. The lovemaking with Tom has improved. He seems more forward with me now. One day when I was off from work he called to tell me he was on his way over. He came in and soon worked me over like a harlot. (I loved it) He nailed me in about seven positions: on the floor, over the arm of my couch, in my bed, on my kitchen table. He was never so uninhibited before. But try as he may, he was unable to make me finish with the intensity Beth Ann does. He left for work and left me sore. Later, as I was realizing our relationship was now just about the sex, Beth Ann showed up, horny as a tigress. I'd never say no to her. Luckily I had showered, so I was clean for her. I drew the curtains to dim the bedroom so she wouldn't notice that I was red. I was hoping she didn't taste Tom. I had trained Beth Ann to pull herself open for me when I went down on her. I did it because it's sexy, but also because I like to inspect her pussy for soreness and sniff and taste for evidence of a man. I haven't found any, but I'd still like to lock a chastity belt on her. Now here I was with her after I was with Tom. If she tasted Tom, she didn't let on. Her tongue found the sore spots. "Make it slow and gentle, Precious," I purred as I teased her hair. She was so pleasing. This was the life: to have Tom screw me sore and then have Beth Ann soothe the sores with her loving licks. I was wondering how to make this happen every time.  

As my relationship with my boyfriend waned, my love for Beth Ann developed and deepened. It was so natural. During the time we spent alone we were naked or nearly so. Tom and I didn't do that; we were naked before and during lovemaking and shortly thereafter. Then we'd cover up. Beth Ann would spend the weekend and we'd be naked for two days. Lovemaking was planned with Tom. With Beth Ann it was spontaneous. For instance, sometimes she'd be laying on the couch watching television, her long legs and round breasts calling me. I'd straddle her and give her a wet facial. Or 69 her. Or pinch her nipples or pat her pussy. Or I might simply masturbate on her face. Maybe we'd just cuddle. It wasn't so tender and natural with Tom. I wondered; was it girl/guy awkwardness? Was it because I like girls? Or was it me and him? 

One weeknight the College of Medicine at the university Beth Ann attends had a dedication for a new biology lab. The dedication was in the early evening and included wine and hors d'ouvres. I got to meet a few of Beth Ann's friends.

There was one girl who struck me. She had something about her. She wasn't nearly as pretty as Beth Ann and was smaller on top. She had long legs and a cute face, but had a permanent 'I'm so sexy' smirk on it. But she had a certain allure, a sex appeal. She knew she was cute and was very sure of herself. But she seemed phony. I got the feeling she'd steal your man right from your arms. An alluring temptress, but hold onto your man.

There was a bevy of guys leering at us, Beth Ann mostly. Many of them said hello to her. Some she'd look at and not return their hello. Others she barely replied to. One she wrinkled her nose at. They didn't