The Frat Boy

How does one find a boy toy for their girlfriend?

Or ‘Bull’ as Colin keeps using. Wasn’t a huge fan of that, but he was insistent and I guess it sounded better than what I was using.

The most shocking thing about all this was how fast it was all moving. I expected us to have a few more conversations and work our way through it. Nope. It was clear Colin really wanted this to happen sooner than later. Feeling weird that he was doing all the work, I brought up Tinder only to have it nixed immediately. He was quite clear that he didn’t want me to have a ‘hookup’ relationship. There was some wiggle room in finding a guy who was ‘sexually compatible,’ but he was adamant that any guy I was with was purely for the purpose of sexual gratification and that I would not be juggling different guys.

Hearing him talk about it drove home how important this was to him—not to mention how much time he’d spent thinking about it. Having sex with a bunch of different guys was a huge no-no and he made it clear that doing so would translate to cheating. Once we found my…Bull… he expected me to be off having lots of sex. That was the point, after all. So long as our sex life wasn’t affected, I was free to have as much sex with my bull as I wanted.

Only sex. No dates. No hanging out or conversations.

No permission.

A part of me got turned on at the idea of having sex whenever I wanted—which was often. Maybe that was why I didn’t push back on any of this. There was a strange attraction to the idea of me getting my fill of sexy time while Colin waited for me. I had a few great orgasms imagining situations like that while Colin used ‘his’ toys on me. I felt ashamed and aroused at the same time.

Which led us to this moment.

We were meeting Aaron. I don’t know how Colin found this guy, but he was totally not my type. He reeked of frat douchebag. More, he was aware he was a douchebag and was proud of it.

He made a low whistle as I took a seat across from him, eyes lingering in inappropriate places.

“Damn, bro, you mentioned she was a hot piece of ass, but…damn.” His eyes finally met mine. “You natural?”

I was still shocked by his complete disregard for manners of any sort. “Excuse me?”

“Redhead, obviously. Tits are too small to be fake—unless you were absolutely flat before.”

Was this asshole serious? For the record, my breasts were not small. They were the perfect balance between sizable, but not overly so. I was quite happy with them.

“We’re leaving,” I said as I went to stand. I was stopped by Colin. I gave him a betrayed look.

“He comes recommended,” he whispered, trying to settle me down.

“Chill, girl.” He looked to Colin. “I see your problem, bro. You weren’t kidding with how she needs a good tumble.” He grinned, eyes looking me over again. “No worries though. I’ll get you all straightened out.”

My entire body was tense as I looked over at my boyfriend. He couldn’t be serious. This guy? This guy? He wasn’t bad looking, but his attitude completely ruined whatever he had going for him.

“We can find someone else.”

The guy snorted. “You know, a lot of chicks are like you at first. They change their tune fast. Fact is, I’m a busy guy and have other shit to do. You don’t want what I’m offering? Fine. You may be hot, but I have plenty of other chicks ready and willing.” He pointed to Colin. “Let me remind you your boyfriend approached me. He wants a guy who knows his way around a woman’s body, has no interest in anything more than sex, and is okay with being watched while he does it. I’ll tell you this right now, finding all three is going to be like finding a unicorn fucking a dolphin.”

Glowering, I remained seated.

Grinning like he had known he would win all along, he launched right into his monologue. “I already went over this with the boyfriend and he cleared it.” I shot a glance over at Colin who pointedly ignored me. Oh, we were going to have words after this. “I’m a popular guy for reasons you’ll soon discover. Really popular. As such, I only have the time and attention for four chicks at a time.”

Only? The ego on this fucking guy.

His eyes flicked over me. “You’re hot enough to get a shot. If you’re as good in bed as you look, you get a slot. Once you have that slot, you’ll be competing to keep it. Trust me, competition is fierce. So what does that mean exactly? I have complete access whenever and wherever I want. You have a hot date with the boyfriend and I call? Not anymore. Three in the morning and I call? Better get your cute ass over to my place ready to roll.”

I ground my teeth together. The nerve of this guy; and he wasn’t even finished!

“Also, Aaron doesn’t play around with no condoms.” That grin of his was back, enjoying my horrified reaction. “Not that chicks want them either. Love hearing them begging for that Aaron Special.”

I turned on Colin. “And you cleared this?” I asked, horrified.

He winced at the tone of my voice. Good. I was pissed. This guy was exactly how I imagined all the fake guy friends I had would turn out.

“A chance—”

“Erin, right?” I bristled at his use of my name and glared in his direction. “I get it. You don’t like me. Frankly, you come off as an uptight bitch and I’m not about that. Even if most turn out to be freaks in the sheets, not really worth the drama and bullshit that comes with it. You are damn fine looking though, which gives you a pass.” His smug smile finally went away. “Look, you don’t like me. I don’t like you. Doesn’t matter. The only reason we are talking is because I happen to be fucking amazing in bed and you are a chick I want to fuck. You get what you want. I get what I want. Both sides win.”

My gaze went to Colin. Why was he looking at me with those excitable eyes? What the hell was he imagining in that head of his?

“You really want me to do this.”

His hand found mine, resting atop it. “Personality conflicts aside, I think this is what you are looking for.” Doubt filled me as I continued to stare. “You trust me, right? I did my research. If I didn’t believe this would work, we wouldn’t be here.”

That… That wasn’t fair. Of course I trusted him. Colin had never once steered me wrong—at least not intentionally. For as long as I’d known him, he’d always done his best for me. Even when I didn’t deserve it.

Even if it wasn’t in his best interest.

That scared me more than anything. A worry in the back of my mind that he was putting my happiness above his own. All of this didn’t help things. He kept telling me this was what he wanted. He even believed it. But was that really it?

Colin was supposed to be my partner. An equal. I didn’t want a follower, worshiping me. I certainly wasn’t the type of person deserving of that level of devotion.

I steeled myself. “Fine.”

The relieved smile he gave me…

I turned to Aaron, not feeling particularly good or excited about what I was about to do. “When do I get to experience these, ‘amazing’ skills you have?”

The smug smile was back. Once more, I felt like I was playing into whatever game he had going. As if the outcome of this was never in question.

“My place is nearby. I figure you’ll want to know where it is. You know,” he said, smile growing wider. “For future visits.”