He was meant to be different.'But I do care about you huge amounts,' he said, 'I'm smitten with you, darling.''I just don't buy your sugar-coated crap...anymore,' she answered coldly. 'Actions speak louder than words, Ben and your actions or lack of them prove, you just don't care anymore.'He was shocked and sad, but there was no changing her mind. Her heart, her feelings were shutting down, coping mechanism kicking in.She needed a game to take revenge on Ben and essentially on all men, who ever. I’m on the pill. But pull out, OK? I’ll feel less guilty for some reason.” “Yeah, sure,” I uttered, losing my breath as my heart rate and hard-on grew. “Besides...I like cum,” Susan said, and I could feel her smile through the darkness. Her profession of affection for cum changed the tone, pace and intensity of our sex. We fucked hard and athletically, changing positions often and made more noise than was wise given the old walls. I finished standing, with Susan pulled to the foot of the bed. Unless I was really worth it to them on some level?Then there was that girl, yeah ... her. The one from the liquor store. Francesca. Wow, she was something else, too, and no small part of me was attracted to her, but I wasn’t sure how she would feel about this lifestyle of mine. That wasn’t even counting that she was significantly younger, though to be fair, Melissa had indicated an interest in younger men ... and Francesca had shown some signs of possible attraction to me ... and to the clerk,. I met her roommates and Blake’s description was quickly confirmed. I barely got to learn their names before they offered a five-some, I assume to include Blake. They didn’t like my response when I told them to grow up. At least they stopped bothering Blake and me.Blake was ashamed to show me her room, but she did. It was about 10 feet by 10 feet with a closet-sized bathroom. The only furniture was an air mattress. Her clothes were either hung on an open rack or arranged in her open suitcases on.