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While We Were Apart: Senior Year 3
🕑 Added 2025-01-14 14:00:15 +0000 UTC
Chapter 4
“Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Ah!”
The cries drew me deeper into the house. Everyone I passed gave me a pitying look, whispering to one another and shaking their heads sadly. I floated past them, down the hall with all the doors.
The man’s grunts were now audible through the door at the end of the hall, the unmistakable sounds of sex assaulting my ears. My gut churned. My skin crawled. “Ah! Ah!”
“Harder! Fuck me… harder!” Morgan was moaning for it. Begging for it. “Fuck it into me!”
“That’s my girl,” Jeremy said. And I was inside the room all of a sudden. Morgan was on her back, naked, as Jeremy plowed in bare snatch. He looked at me, not surprised at all to see me there. “She loves it rough, man. Fuckin’ can’t get enough.”
“Told you they were in Jeremy’s bedroom,” someone said beside me—Beth, from the party, the lesbian dating Reagan. Tall and willowy, she squeezed my arm and added, “Reagan tells me they spent most of their time last year in Jeremy’s bedroom. Didn’t they, Reggie?”
Beth looked down. I followed my eyes, and there was her girlfriend, the cute blonde on her knees, still wearing her glasses, sucking my cock. It felt incredible, wet and firm, her tongue slithering back and forth. I pushed my hips forward, and Reagan choked, but didn’t stop blowing me.
“Watch them,” Beth prompted. “Watch how they love to fuck.”
I glanced back at the bed. Morgan was riding Jeremy now, facing me, her naked breasts bouncing. She had one hand in her hair, the other dancing between her legs, fingering her bare shaven twat.
“She did that for me,” Jeremy taunted. “She shaved for me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
Beth leaned close. “She did so many things for him,” she whispered. “But hey, you were on a break, right?”
“Oh—AH!” And I was coming, hips forward, cock slamming into the back of—
—Morgan’s throat.
The dream melted away. It was early morning. Morgan had cast the sheets away so I could see her waking me with a morning blowjob. The dream still haunted me, but I was already forgetting the details. Only the sensations of extreme jealousy and extreme arousal remained as I spewed into Morgan’s mouth.
She swallowed, her eyes on me as she drank down my come. Pulling up, she beamed at me. “Happy birthday.” Her voice was so sexy, husky and raw from the blowjob. “You must have been having some dream. I swear, you were moaning before I even went down there.”
“I… don’t remember.” Hey, you were on a break, right? Who’d said it? Had that been part of the dream?
“Think you can get it back up?” Morgan crawled over me. She was naked, her skin warm from being in bed all night. She was an inspiration, her runner’s body taut and smooth, pale, unblemished.
“I think I can manage,” I said, never going fully soft.
She slid my cock along her sex, which she continued to keep bare. She was wet, and it took only a few humps and I was once again thick and ready for her.
With a shift, she sank over me with a sigh. “Mmm, that’s nice…”
Since the start of school, over the last month, we just fell back into our relationship without really officially declaring it, picking up where we left off before she studied abroad. I tried to play it cool, to pretend that it was all the same. But it wasn’t.
Thing was, Morgan had never felt out of my league before. She was always attractive, but acted like she didn’t realize it. She was a jeans-and-t-shirt girl, both before and after—the kind of girl who got away with putting on as little makeup as she could. Morgan put study first, play second.
She still did all that. Other than the one party at Jeremy’s, she spent her Saturday nights in the library. When we hung out, it was with me and Dan and a few of our other friends. But now that she was back, there was something about her that was… intimidating.
Like she was cooler than me now. Like maybe she was settling for me. We’d go out with friends and she was more at ease. When I saw her talking to another guy, she didn’t seem like the shy girl I’d sat down next to in History of Jazz.
And definitely like when she rode my cock, her body rippling over me, more into the sex than I swear she had been before.
My insecurity grew. Our relationship was doomed, I told myself. That’s probably why, for my 21st birthday gathering in early October, I invited—
“Molly? Why did you invite her, man?” We were in the backroom of Murphy’s Pub, where Dan knew the manager. The gathering was small, unlike Jeremy’s big house party earlier in the year, but also more my speed, which also made Molly’s appearance even more flagrant.
Which is why Dan was looking at me like I’d gotten my face tattooed. “Are you a fucking idiot?”
Molly was one of the girls that I’d hooked up with, on and off, when Morgan was traipsing around the UK with Jeremy. Molly was my main hookup, if I was honest, aside from a few random drunken one-offs that I barely remembered. She was hot, fun, slightly crazy, and would have made a great girlfriend. Yet the more I was with her, the more I pined for Morgan, until I finally had to break it off with her.
That was about half a year ago. Half a year of being good and resisting temptation. Of waiting for Morgan to return. And now, because I’m a dumbass and couldn’t get Jeremy’s party out of my head, I’d invited Molly to my own, and she’d come, looking just as hot in her dress and all that red hair.
I shrugged. “Ran into her at The Caf. She remembered that my birthday was coming up…”
“And you thought that remembering your birthday was such a kindness that you fucking invited her here?”
“Sure, why not?”
Dan squinted at me. “If you don’t know why not, then you really are a fucking idiot.” He glanced at Molly again. “At least she brought a hot friend.”
He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t know the blonde at Molly’s side, but she was cute going on sexy—especially in the short skirt and tight blouse she wore. In fact, both of them were dressed for a night out, threads designed to show skin and entice—a far cry than the casual clothes most of us wore.
Dan wasn’t going to let it go so easily, though. “But dude, this is a bad idea…”
“It’s fine.” I glanced nervously at Morgan, chatting away with a few of our friends. “It’ll all be fine.”
***
“I’d like to propose a toast.” The small gathering turned to Molly, who was holding a shot glass up. We were well into the night, and things were starting to get sloppy. “To the birthday boy, such a good guy—kind and sweet and thoughtful, not to mention pretty fucking hot—”
“Okay, Molly,” Dan put an arm around her. “I think you’ve had too—”
“Don’t touch me!” Molly shrieked. She raised the shot glass, its contents sloshing out over her wrist. “Nate, I just want to say, I hope she gave you as good a birthday BJ as I did—“
“Okay, show’s over,” Dan said, now forcefully removing Molly. The blonde who’d come in with her, Denise, helped usher her out as the room tried to move on.
“Well, that was awkward,” I said. Some laughed nervously. I didn’t want to look at Morgan, but like someone passing a car wreck on the highway, I couldn't stop myself.
When I saw her standing there, her arms crossed beneath her breasts and her eyes flat, forcing a smile, I realized that the car wreck was me.
I went to her, and everyone around us seemed to give us distance. Before I could come up with something to say, Morgan spoke first. “So that was Molly.”
“Uh… yeah.” Morgan had heard of Molly?
“She’s pretty.”
“Pretty drunk.” My joke fell flat.
“Why did you invite her?”
Of course there was no good answer to that question. Why did she invite me to Jeremy’s party just after coming home? Why didn’t we just hash this whole thing out?
“I don’t know,” I said lamely. “I didn’t think it would be like that.”
“Nathan, you…” Morgan didn’t look sad, exactly. It was worse. She looked disappointed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
She was right, of course. Not that I said that. I was too busy sizing up my foot for my mouth. “Jeremy didn’t seem to have a problem inviting you to his party.”
“What?” Morgan blinked. “What are you implying?”
“Look, I’m not upset. Just seems a little hypocritical is all.”
“Oh, right, because you invited a girl you fucked last year to a small gathering of friends for your birthday party, just like Jeremy invited a girl he fucked to a giant house party?”
All I heard in that statement, mostly, was ‘girl he fucked.’
“So you did fuck him?”
“Ugh! You don’t even understand why I’m upset, do you?”
“You’re jealous?”
“You…” She took a deep breath. “Forget it. You’re drunk, and I’m leaving. Happy birthday, Nathan. Call me when you’ve sobered up.”
I watched her walk out of my life, too drunk to see the tears shimmering in her eyes, too riled up to know that I needed to follow. Dan wasn’t there, either, to set me straight, still off somewhere dealing with my other mess. So instead, I turned back to my friends. “Who wants to buy me another drink?”
***
Girl he fucked… giant house party… check Jeremy’s room…
I was still buzzing when I woke the next morning, alone in my own bed, with almost no recollection of the night before. Other than that I’d had way too much to drink, and now I had to—-
Vomit! I raced to the toilet and hurled into the basin just in time, bile pouring out my mouth and nostrils. I felt better after that, but still had a splitting headache.
“I will never drink again,” I croaked to myself, forcing myself to drink a glass of water.
It was around this point that some of last night returned. I’d had an argument with Morgan over… Molly? Because I’d invited Molly to my party. Fuck me.
I checked my phone, disappointed that Morgan hadn’t texted. I put on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and headed out to her place. This was an apology that needed to be done in person.
On the way there, of course, in the cool morning air, another possibility occurred to me—that I’d walk in on Morgan in bed with someone else. It was the gym paranoia all over again—or that feeling of walking down the hall in Jeremy’s house. I knew it was silly, but the closer I got to her place, the more convinced that I became.
I didn’t barge in. I couldn’t. I didn’t have a key. But I did knock hard, like I was serving a warrant, and when no one immediately answered, I knocked even harder.
“Okay, okay, fuck!” someone shouted from the other side.
Morgan’s roommate, Nitika, answered, looking grumpy and disheveled from sleep. “What the fuck, man, you know what time it is?”
“10:30? Doesn’t seem that early.”
Nitika rolled her eyes. “You’re looking for Morgan. She’s not here.”
My gut bottomed out. “What?”
Nitika shrugged.
“Did she come home last night?”
“Uh oh. Trouble in paradise.”
“Just tell me, Nitika. Did she even come back here?”
Nitika’s smile was malice. She didn’t like me all that much. I’d later learn that she was casual friends with Molly, but at the time I had no clue. “You know? I can’t remember. You should ask her?”
And with that, she shut the door in my face.
I wandered outside, untethered—like a piece of trash blown loose from an overstuffed garbage can. I definitely felt like trash.
I’d felt like this one other time—last Valentine’s Day. I was out with Molly, and she was doing everything right, and it should have been great. But it wasn’t, because she wasn’t Morgan, and maybe I’d never be with Morgan again. I had the absurd urge to buy a plane ticket and fly to her, only to realize that it was also Valentine’s Day over there, and she was probably with some stud, and I’d just make a fool of myself. Also, I couldn’t come close to affording a plane ticket to England.
Wouldn’t take a big purchase now, though, and if she’d gone somewhere, I had a pretty good idea where.
***
“Well, this is a surprise.” Jeremy opened the door as wide as his wide smile. “Nathan, to what do I owe the honor?”
He had a polo shirt stretched tight over his broad chest and a pair of jeans designed to look worn, but probably cost more than my whole wardrobe.
“I’m looking for Morgan,” I said.
“And you think she’s here?” I couldn’t tell if that was a smirk, or just the way his face always looked.
“Let’s cut the bullshit,” I said. Adrenaline surged. It was all I could do to keep my voice even. “I know all about you two.”
“Do you now? What is it, exactly, that you know?”
I wanted to punch him. I didn’t. I’m not a total barbarian. “Look, it’s fine. Whatever. We were apart last year. But not anymore. She’s mine, and you need to stay away from her.”
“This is my house,” he said, spreading his hands wide, palms towards me. “Sounds like this is a conversation you need to have with her?”
“So she is here.” I advanced.
“No,” he said, and there was command in his voice. He shook his head, forcing a smile all over again. “Man, you’ve got this all wrong, Nathan.” The disdain for me as he said my name was as clear as spit in the eye. “I have no clue what she’s doing with you. A girl like that could have anyone. Believe me, watching her this last year, I know.” He let that revelation sink in like a knife in the back. “Nothing I’ve seen here makes me think that you’re the one.”
“You can go to hell,” I spat, knowing how childish it sounded.
Jeremy just chuckled. His focus shifted past me, over my shoulder. “Told you he was here,” he said—not to me. I knew who, and my body sank.
“Nathan, why did you come here?” Morgan asked, although I could tell that she knew the reason.
“Just… looking for you.” I turned, even though I didn’t want to. There she stood, beautiful and tired and disappointed all at once.
“I’m here. Jeremy texted.”
“Ah.” Fuck, this wasn’t good.
“Come on, let’s go for a walk. I think we need to talk through some things,” she said.
It was all so reasonable. This was the best that I could have hoped for, considering the reasons, and yet all I could think about was how humiliating that this was happening in front of Jeremy. I didn’t need to look at him to see his smug smile.
I raked my fingers through my hair. “You know what?” My voice shook. “Forget it. He’s right.” The battery acid taste was back. I felt like vomiting all over again. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Nathan—” she started.
But I was on a roll, determined to destroy everything I could. “I’ll see you around, Morgan.”
And then I did the dumbest thing in my life. I walked away.
See you Friday!
Comments
@hebridesdrifter
Couldn’t agree more. Why is he so insecure? Morgan frequently tells Nathan he’s hot, has a nice appendage(?) and he had a very hot girlfriend while Morgan was gone. Why the shrinking violet business?
Nail
Mostly because I suspect Dan punches hard haha. Also because it hits different when your friend is doing it for you.
Nail
Okay one final rant before I am off for the week, but Jeremy is a bit of an asshole isn't he? Like he's been sizing Nathan up from the start, probably talked Morgan into going to his room full well knowing what the talk of the party was going to be and now rubbing it into Nathan that he isn't good enough for her. Being all smug when Nathan got embarrassed. Hope Dan punches him.
Rich
Ah the young people of today, going to all that trouble to call someone an agricultural tool. We just called a slut a slut in my day and didn't cry about it when her sister slapped us in the face, poured our beer over our head and told the whole bar we had a tiny dick and were shit in bed. 🤣
reuben james
hoe or promiscuous woman, a "304 woman", a slang term meaning a promiscuous woman—when 304 is typed into a hand-held calculator, then turned upside down, the symbols resemble the word "hoe". from google.
reuben james
“That’s my girl,” Jeremy said. And I was inside the room all of a sudden. Morgan was on her back, naked, as Jeremy plowed in bare snatch" Was this revenge fucking if she knew about molly, but I thought
reuben james
right, was this revenge fucking and after all Morgan had her tryst in Europe without telling Nathan.
Kenny Wright
Ah. I see. That was a crazy dream that Nathan had, bred from his paranoia and jealousy
reuben james
I'm wondering about “That’s my girl,” Jeremy said. And I was inside the room all of a sudden. Morgan was on her back, naked, as Jeremy plowed in bare snatch" What am I missing here?
quizkid
Instead of coming at this from an insecurity standpoint, why can't they reveal her "hot past" as a sharing/mental foreplay honest communication? I know there is less initial drama, but you have external characters already that can provide tension without the main character being neurotic.
Nail
That is great news! I have been struggling to see a future with Morgan and Nathan being together. Seeing what was lost can really help that I think.
Kenny Wright
This hits the nail on the head for me. I've focused so much on them being apart that we haven't had a chance to see their chemistry and why they were there in the first place. Like, we don't get to see that Paul/Heather moment in the bar before it all starts. This is why I love posting here first. I have a mind to actually write an entirely new second book, just to cover this ground more.
Nail
Let's agree to disagree, because frankly to me not even Nathan buys into the "awkward invitation". Seriously man the whole Jeremy/Morgan thing is not even remotely comparable, she isn't into Jeremy. Seriously she even laughs off the suggestion meanwhile by all accounts Molly is a genuine ex-girlfriend. Nathan is the villain here.
quizkid
Kenny, I get you wanted to write Nathan as a buffoon (to use your word), but he is soooo far into he insecurity direction it makes the reader wonder what in the world she sees in him, let alone why she seems to enjoy spending time with him. At some level I am glad to see him walk away so she does not have to deal with that anymore. 😀
Kenny Wright
I should probably clarify that then. First, we don’t actually know that she was fucking multiple guys in Europe, although she probably had at least one guy over there. And just to pull back the curtain a tiny bit, she’s definitely NOT fucking anyone but Nathan since they got back together. But it seems like this wasn’t super clear. Which is why I depend on this group to help me out! So thanks.
reuben james
what am i missing here?
reuben james
seems like she is fucking multiple guys while in Europe and now back home every time he turns his back. what kind of a relationship is that, sounds like a 304 to me.
EPS
I also disagree, the way it was written was that they ran into each other and she remembered his birthday, classic awkward invite, which is always innocent. Plus Molly is friends with Morgan’s roommate, also written she would have known everything at this point so as an adult she made a choice to go, if she was really devastated she could have chosen not to go. It seems that the women get a free pass on terrible choices and Nathan is the scape goat for those choices his and theirs! Morgan chose to bring him to a party with a potential lover and then disappeared with him they were with people but we don’t know how they got there or if they were alone or inappropriate. I think everybody is neutral and definitely immature but as I said before Nathan is being painted as a villain to justify Morgan’s future trysts
Rich
Amen to that Chris K. I don't mind admitting that when I was that age I had the emotional intelligence of a tree stump. And reading this just reminds me that if I ever get a time machine my 20 year old self is going to get dragged into an alley for a real talking to. Except I'm 60 now so the callous little bastard would probably out run me. The principle stands though.
Smoke
We have a real dumpster fire going here, with both Nathan and Morgan throwing in fuel. Although Morgan has done a couple of things that require more explanation, Nathan is totally off the rails.
Tracey52
I’m loving this. I didn’t think Nathan would go as far as to break up. While Morgan has been somewhat insensitive to Nathan’s obvious insecurity, what he did to Molly and Morgan at the party was a low act. He is a buffoon, but likely what you would expect. I’m guessing someone told Morgan about Molly while she was away in real time and that’s when she decided to get her slut on. I’m now less sure about Morgan’s relationship with Jeremy. It would seem from her statement that they had sex, but I’m thinking now that it was casual and they friend zoned each other. He’s not the one Nathan needs to worry about. When the lover who changed Morgan turns up, it will be obvious by the chemistry between them. Nathan will definitely have something the worry about then. Having said that, if Nathan starts to think straight he’ll realise that she came back to him. A lot of grovelling to be done.
Nail
Yeah, I can see that can getting them to through the college years. I think you are right.
D375
I love how fleshed out Nathan and Morgan feel as characters. I could picture myself blowing up like Nathan when I was younger and didn't know how to communicate with my partner as well. My guess is that Morgan will get upset and will rebound by having some one night stands with either folks from her study abroad friend group or perhaps Nathan's friend group to rub his face in it a little bit. My guess for Nathan is that he'll try to get back together with Molly and that probably won't work because he seriously embarrassed her at his birthday party. Eventually, Nathan and Morgan will have a come to Jesus moment(s) and get back together. Maybe after Nathan is a voyeur of Morgan and finds out that he's turned on by the situation?
Kenny Wright
Got it. Yes, for sure to all of that. Makes sense now.
Nail
That is interesting! Okay I'll have to think of a new theory or does the break up still work 🤔 😅
Tim ziegler
Sorry Jeremy’s party!
Kenny Wright
And honestly, not a criticism for anyone reading it that way! I just want to understand as that wasn’t my intent. My real intent was to write Nathan as a buffoon. lol
@hebridesdrifter
First, a shout out to Reuben James for expanding my urban slang lexicon. Now that I get it, I’m still not quite in the “Burn The Bitch* camp, but of the opinion that Morgan has some culpability here. She does act differently with Nathan in private than she does in public. And ghosting Nathan to do hash in a select little group at Jeremy’s party was a baffling act, But young people don’t do relationships particularly well. KW has characterized this as an origin story, so I’m assuming Nathan and Morgan are together now, and in a much more mature (even if still fraught) place.
Kenny Wright
I’m just trying to understand. Why is Morgan a whore? They were split up for a year and neither of them were innocent
Kenny Wright
I’m not sure that I follow. Who is Morgan taking to Nathan’s party? Jeremy definitely didn’t go to that.
Kenny Wright
This one is only told from Nathan’s POV. At least the first 5 books of it.
Nail
The blond in 3C had multiple narratives. I wonder if we are switching to Morgan next after this time period.
Nail
Considering the way the narrative has been setup and phrases like "I watched her walk out of my life" and "I did the dumbest thing in my life". I'm beginning to think Nathan and Morgan aren't together in the future are they? Nathan has been immature but also It speaks volumes that it took a month and Nathan going nuclear for Morgan to see what the lesbian couple saw in under a minute.
Tim ziegler
When she asked Nathan why he was there,my question would have been why she was there.I personally think it was pretty shitty for her to take him to Nathan’s party!
glenparks
What the heck is a 304 anyway?
Kenny Wright
This is pretty close to what I wanted to convey here. And Morgan knows that it's low. She's not upset because he may have been with Molly in the past, but that he brought Molly here, using Molly to fuck with Morgan.
Nail
I disagree. From Molly's reaction you can tell that what Nathan did was different, she obviously cared for Nathan and to invite her to the birthday and see him with Morgan was really low. Like whatever the thing is with Morgan and Nathan, hurting Molly was unnecessary.
glenparks
I bet she had several flings while in England as that's the way Kenny's mind works! LOL....
EPS
Wow I’m surprised at the reactions… hypocrisy seems to be the currency of today. Morgan and Nathan are on even ground, why does it feel like he’s being painted as a villain
Kenny Wright
Out of curiosity, what don’t you like about her?
reuben james
walking away sounds like the smartest thing not the dumbest thing from a 304 like Morgan, he deserves better, unless he's a masochist.
Nail
Thanks for the story Kenny! I am honest I wasn't quite sure what to expect from this one, but I am hooked. Did you ever say that they are actually still a couple in the future? Nathan has a lot of growing up to do, and I just don't see that happening while they are still together. Actually scratch that, we will see things unfold haha. Btw I really felt bad for Molly in this chapter. She got caught in a crossfire she didn't deserve to be in.
Nail
@glenparks, yeah Jeremy is an interesting one. I still think he was friends with the guy who hooked up with Morgan in England. He really gave me that "my friend is much better than you" vibe this chapter.
Kenny Wright
This is all such good feedback. I love hearing the theories here.
glenparks
It would serve him right if she did, but I think she would break up first, then hook up with someone else for his lesson. And it may not be Jeremy as we do not know yet what went on in England. She definitely hooked up with someone(s) as her technique has changed/improved.
Nail
If they officialy break up, then yeah definitely see that happening.
@hebridesdrifter
Just to twist the knife a little deeper-the one he plunged into himself- think she’ll hook up with Dan?
glenparks
Man Nathan is a dumbass! But then again, he is only 21.
@hebridesdrifter
A toxic mix of insecurity, jealousy, inadequacy and anger, Nathan just pulled the pin on the grenade. No telling how much damage the shrapnel will cause.
Nail
I had a feeling they were heading towards a break-up and that is how their college years go? Curious to see how they get back together after this. Nathan is obviously a mess, but honestly Morgan also doesn't quite have the maturity to put him at ease. Dan seems like a good friend, hope he can help them out.
Nail
Damn I knew there were going to be hiccups, but man this looks like staring at my younger self at times. I knew Nathan was going to do something stupid. Like he had nothing to worry about with Jeremy, Morgan never gave that vibe, but now? 100% worry about Jeremy. and yeah Morgan knew about Molly. I had a feeling that she did.
