<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=cuck%20college%20gf">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="110320329" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Does it feel good?” Callie asked as she took Rick’s cock in her pussy.</p><p>Rick nodded and said, “You’re so wet.”</p><p>Callie put her hands on Rick’s chest and smiled as she gently slid her pussy back and forth over his cock, rubbing her clit into his pubic bone as she did. She moaned as Rick’s fingers moved over the soft material of her blouse – she hadn’t bothered taking it off before climbing into his bed – and towards her breasts.</p><p>Callie closed her eyes, smiled, and said, “I’m soaked. Do you know why I’m soaked, Rick? Do you know why my pussy is drenched?”</p><p>Rick knew why. Of course he knew why. Callie wanted him to say it, though. She knew he was thinking about it. She knew it turned him on. Well, she was almost certain it turned him on. He still didn’t seem entirely willing to admit it, but all signs pointed to Rick loving the fact that she was doing a little bit of fooling around with another guy.</p><p>Rick’s fingers found their way to her breasts and he gently squeezed them through the thin, soft material of her blouse and bra. Callie moaned at his touch, though she couldn’t help but think of a certain someone who’d enjoyed the pleasure of playing with her breasts that evening.</p><p>Callie looked down at her boyfriend and said, “That feels good. Does it feel good to touch my tits?”</p><p>“Yes,” Rick said. His excitement was obvious, but Callie saw something else in his eyes, too, like he was a little apprehensive. She knew he was turned on, though. She was almost certain he’d spent his night thinking about her being on a date with another man. He had to have been. He was hard almost as soon as they hit the bed.</p><p>“I like having my tits touched,” Callie said before moaning as Rick squeezed her breast a little harder. She closed her eyes and thought of Dean doing the same thing. She thought of how he’d kissed her as he’d deftly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped a hand inside. She thought of how hard her heart had pounded as it all unfolded and how wet it had left her.</p><p>Rick’s hands moved down her torso and towards her ass. He grabbed two handfuls of her soft flesh and pulled upwards. He wanted Callie to ride him. He wanted to feel more than the mild pleasure of her pussy gently grinding back and forth over his cock. Callie wanted that too, but she was determined to get Rick to confess his desire before she gave him what he wanted.</p><p>“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Callie asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Rick answered. He tried to lift her off his cock, to thrust up into her, but she wouldn’t give him what she wanted. She wasn’t going to grant him that pleasure until he gave her what she wanted.</p><p>“Why am I wet, Rick?” she asked. “Tell me why my pussy is wet. Tell me why it feels so good around your cock.”</p><p>A pained looked crossed his face, though Callie was certain she saw desire in there too. The way he was grasping her ass certainly felt like he was overwhelmed with lust. Callie leaned forward and kissed his neck. She moaned and gently rode his cock, giving him just a taste of what he wanted.</p><p>“You’re not the first man to play with my tits tonight,” she whispered, eliciting a moan from her boyfriend. It wasn’t a moan of agony, though. Callie was certain of that. It was a moan of pleasure. If she couldn’t get him to admit that he was turned on by her date, at least Callie could have a little fun. After all, it wasn’t just Rick that found the idea of her going on a date with another guy thrilling. There was a reason Callie was wet before she’d even gotten to his dorm.</p><p>“Do you like that, Rick?” Callie asked. “Do you like that another man had his hands on my tits tonight? Do you like that he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped a hand into my bra and played with my tits?”</p><p>Rick moaned again. This time it was louder and it struck Callie as far lustier. She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse. She reached into her shirt and slipped three fingers into her bra. She squeezed her soft, perky flesh and moaned, just like she’d done when Dean played with her tits.</p><p>“Is that…is that what he did?” Rick asked.</p><p>Callie smiled. Rick wanted to know more. He wanted a little bit of detail. “Yes,” she said. “We went back to his room after our date. We were on his couch. We were kissing and he unbuttoned my shirt just like I said I’d let him do.” Callie moved her hips as she watched Rick’s face. She gently milked his cock with her slick pussy and it seemed that he couldn’t look away from her. “He reached into my shirt and at first he played with my tits over the bra. He squeezed them gently. He found my nipple and rubbed it in the most exquisite way. I moaned when he did that, Rick. I moaned into his mouth.”</p><p>Rick moaned as Callie told her story. He ran his fingers up her smooth, warm thighs and gently pushed them into her flesh like he was offering a massage. To her it felt like an expression of his desperation. She could see that he wanted to fuck her, that he probably would have enjoyed flipping Callie onto her back and pounding her until they both came, but she wasn’t willing to let him do that, though.</p><p>“Then his fingers found their way into my bra,” Callie continued as she gently grasped a nipple between two fingers and pulled on it. “He played with my tits, Rick. We kissed as he played with my tits. We made out, really. It was…well…” Callie trailed off with a smile.</p><p>“It was what?” Rick asked.</p><p>“It was hot,” Callie said. “It was incredibly hot. I went on a date with Dean and we made out in his room and I let him play with my tits and it was all incredibly hot.”</p><p>Rick grabbed her ass again. He lifted Callie off his cock and this time she let him. He thrust up into her, fucking her hard and fast. It felt fantastically good and Callie couldn’t help but enjoy the wild look of lust on her boyfriend’s face. She liked that her date with Dean had built that lust. She liked that the more turned on he got the less he seemed able to resist the allure of what was clearly his kink.</p><p>Callie sat down on his cock before Rick could get all the way to his orgasm. She didn’t want him cumming yet. She wanted to have a little more fun. He unleashed a frustrated groan and Callie could see it on his face, but she knew he wasn’t mad at her. He was simply going a little bit crazy with desire.</p><p>“Do you think I’m beautiful?” Callie asked.</p><p>“Yes, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” Rick replied.</p><p>“Dean thinks I’m beautiful,” she said. “Tonight he told me he’s never wanted a girl as much as he wants me.”</p><p>Callie watched a host of emotions wash over Rick’s face, though she couldn’t quite place them all.</p><p>“How does that make you feel, Rick?” she asked. “Do you like that another man wants your girlfriend?”</p><p>“What…what do you mean, he wants you?” Rick asked.</p><p>Callie smiled, grabbed Rick’s wrists, and gently leaned down and pinned them above his head. She rode his cock at an achingly slow pace and asked, “What do you think that means, sweetie?”</p><p>Rick didn’t offer an answer, though Callie knew what he was thinking because he knew what Dean meant. Of course he did.</p><p>“Do you think it means he wants to fuck me?” she asked. “Is that what he was saying? Was Dean saying that he wants to fuck me? Was he saying that he wants to fuck your girlfriend?”</p><p>Rick reached his breaking point. He freed his wrists from her grasp and deftly flipped Callie onto her back. She squealed in delight as his cock found its way into her pussy once more. Callie wrapped her legs around him and Rick fucked her with wild abandon.</p><p>“That’s it,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.” Pleasure rocketed through her body as Rick claimed what he craved. The sex was electric and Callie knew it was fueled by the kinky energy generated by her date with Dean. She thought of the two men she was into as Rick fucked her. She wondered if Dean would fuck her differently, if there was any chance he’d be better. He had a hotter body, but that didn’t necessarily mean he’d be any good. Callie was relatively certain he would be, though.</p><p>“Fuck…Callie…your pussy, it’s fucking perfect,” Rick said. “Fuck, you feel so good.”</p><p>“Don’t you want to know if I want him?” Callie asked.</p><p>Rick groaned and fucked her harder.</p><p>“Don’t you want to know if I want Dean as badly as he wants me? Don’t you want to know if your girlfriend wants another man to fuck her?” Callie asked.</p><p>Rick fucked her harder, seemingly spurred on by her question. She could barely think straight. Every inch of her body was alive with pleasure. Every thrust brought her closer to what was certain to be a spectacular orgasm. Eventually Callie reached a place where she couldn’t speak. All she could do was wrap her legs around Rick and ride out the sex until she climaxed.</p><p>It happened soon enough. Callie came first. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The orgasm ripped through her as she kicked open her legs, curled her toes, and dug her fingernails into Rick’s back. He came soon after, burying his cock inside her and unloading as Callie grabbed his ass and held it tight.</p><p>A sense of warmth and deep satisfaction quickly enveloped her body as the sound of Rick’s heavy breathing filled her ears. His legs twitched a handful of times and Callie kissed his neck and released her grip on his ass to run her hands over his back and through his hair.</p><p>“That was incredible,” she said.</p><p>“It was,” Rick replied.</p><p>Not long after, he pulled out and they cuddled up together to indulge in a bit of pillow talk. Her date with Dean wasn’t mentioned, though he did pop up in Callie’s dreams that night.</p><p>“So, what, are you dating two guys now?” Theresa asked as she and Callie made their way across campus.</p><p>“No,” Callie said. “Dean’s not a guy I’d ever date. Not in a serious way, at least.”</p><p>“So, you’re just being a slut,” Theresa said.</p><p>Callie looked at her friend and saw a big grin on her face. She laughed and playfully shoved Theresa. “You’re such a bitch sometimes.”</p><p>“Hey, I’m not the one hooking up with two guys on the same night,” Theresa replied with a smile. “Seriously, though, I’m just jealous. It’s been a little too long since I hooked up with a guy and I’m feeling it. So, congrats, I guess. I just can’t believe Rick is into it.”</p><p>“He still won’t admit it, believe it or not,” Callie said. “He’s into it – believe me, he’s definitely into it – but I still can’t get him to say it. He should know by now that I don’t care that he’s into it. If anything, I like it. I don’t get why he won’t admit that he likes it. I feel like we could have even more fun if he just said he was into it.”</p><p>“Can you blame him?” Theresa asked. “What sort of guy would admit to being into his girlfriend hooking up with someone else? I mean, guys aren’t supposed to be into that. Hell, no one is supposed to be into that. Have you ever met a guy or a girl who would be into that sort of thing?”</p><p>“No,” Callie said. She took a moment to consider if she’d be into that sort of thing – it only seemed fair, after all – but the idea did nothing for her. That didn’t mean she’d be mad if that’s what Rick wanted – again, it only seemed fair – but it certainly wasn’t a source of arousal for her.</p><p>“I have to ask, was it good with Dean? Like, was it what it seems like it would be?” Theresa said.</p><p>Callie smiled as she thought about how it had been so much better with Dean than she expected. He was an excellent kisser – she already knew that, of course – and he was exceptionally good with his hands. “What does it seem like it would be?”</p><p>Theresa turned and offered a look of disbelief, like Callie was being disingenuous. “Hot, Callie. It seems like it would be really hot to make out with a guy like that. He’s fucking gorgeous, and that body of his.”</p><p>Callie couldn’t help but smile. Theresa was right about Dean’s body. She’d spent more than a little time running her fingers over his arms – he’d been in short sleeves, of course – and there was no question the muscles were arousing. “Yes, of course it was hot.” They both laughed.</p><p>“So, what’s the plan here, if you don’t mind me asking?” Theresa said. “I mean, are you going on another date with Dean? Was it just a one and done kind of thing to amp up the fun with Rick?”</p><p>Callie stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to her friend. “I haven’t said this to Rick, but I can’t stop thinking about Dean. Like, in the kind of way where it’s pretty clear that your body wants a guy, you know? I keep having sex dreams about him. He pops into my head in class. I thought it would just be a onetime thing, like you said, but he kept telling me how badly he wants me, when we were hooking up, I mean. It planted this idea in my head and I can’t seem to get it out.”</p><p>Theresa looked excited, like the idea of her friend having more fun with Dean thrilled her. “Wait, are you saying you want to fuck him?”</p><p>Callie nodded and felt an instant sense of guilt. “Am I the worst girlfriend in the world?”</p><p>“Not if your boyfriend is actually into you fucking someone else,” Theresa replied. “Though if he won’t admit it, I guess you can’t be entirely certain he’s actually into it.”</p><p>Callie could feel the desire building again. She’d already masturbated once that day while thinking about Dean and the need was growing all over again. She kept replaying their hookup in her mind. She could feel his hand in her bra. She could feel him playing with her nipples. She could feel the way he kissed her. She could feel his muscles under her fingers as she caressed him. It was utterly intoxicating and in the three days since the date she’d had a hard time going more than a few hours without thinking about him.</p><p>“You know,” Theresa said, “you could just fuck him. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to marry Rick. If you want to fuck Dean, then fuck him. If Rick gets pissed, then the relationship ends, you fuck Dean for a month or two, and then move on to someone new.”</p><p>Callie was a little taken aback at her friend’s rather harsh recommendation.</p><p>“Sorry,” Theresa quickly added. “That was a fucked up thing to say, wasn’t it?”</p><p>“No,” Callie said. “I mean, yes, a little, but it’s not crazy. I went on a date with another guy, hooked up with him, and then told my boyfriend all about it. It’s not like this is a typical situation, you know? I mean, I keep saying that Rick is really into it, and I’m pretty sure he is, but the thing I’m not talking about, I guess, is that I’m really into it too. The sex with Rick is better now that I’m fooling around with Dean. Like, a lot better.”</p><p>“Really?” Theresa asked.</p><p>“Yeah,” Callie said. “Is that fucked up? Am I fucked up?”</p><p>Theresa put her arm around Callie and pulled her close as they headed down the sidewalk once more. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I meant the thing about being in college, and I guess I meant the thing about not marrying Rick. College is about having fun, meeting lots of new people, and discovering all kinds of new shit about yourself. I mean, compared to the stories my sister told me about her college years, the stuff you’re doing is nothing. People get into way crazier shit. I say you pursue what feels good, and if Rick is too much of a coward to actually admit that he’s turned on by all of this, then it’s his loss, right?”</p><p>“It is,” Callie said, though she couldn’t quite shake the idea that it would be her loss too. After all, part of what made the idea of fucking Dean so exciting was that she’d get to go back to Rick and tell him about it. There was something about that particular pleasure that Callie couldn’t get enough of, which meant her only real option was to get Rick to give her permission to do a whole lot more with Dean.</p>