Masterpiece: The Professor’s One-Night Stand

Jennie's POV

“Fuck…baby, yes…deeper” a woman's voice cries from inside my boyfriend's bedroom.

“What the hell?“ I mutter under my breath.

Oliver and I haven't had sex with each other for a month now. We told each other to focus on getting into our dream university together. My boyfriend is vocal, he could have told me he wanted to have sex instead of watching something erotic alone.

I press my front teeth into the soft flesh of my bottom lip and head for the bathroom, throwing my bag on the couch. I'll surprise him with our acceptance letter and a good night.

“Fuck…” his low groan reaches my ear and a louder moan from the woman follows the sound.

The air in the apartment is suddenly heavy and my brows pinch together in worry. That doesn't sound like it's coming from a TV screen…is Oliver…fucking someone else in our apartment right now?

“That's not possible, he loves me” I say, forcing my legs to move and when I open the door, my heart drops to the bottom of my stomach.

My boyfriend of over six years is lost in pleasure with someone else, and I am frozen in place with my eyes wide open.

Oliver's head is thrown back as he moans loudly, the tip of his dirty blonde hair is wet with sweat, and his cock is buried in the woman.

He's completely naked. His ass and shoulders are tense from how hard he's thrusting into her. The woman's face pressed into the white sheets, her moans her muffled, and his fingers are digging into the skin of the blonde.

I stand there frozen with my mouth hanging open. It feels like watching my heart get ripped out and stomped into the floor. He and I kissed each other on this same bed last night.

He promised me forever. He promised to love me as long as he can breathe. How can he do this to me?

The smell of sex in our special space is stifling. My eyes fill with tears as he drops his head forward, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Neither of them heard me come into the apartment or open the door of our bedroom. That's how loud they're being. There's the wet noise of skin slapping against skin, her high-pitched moan, and his low grunts.

“You like that? Fuck…baby, you like that? Fuck, you're the best I've ever had“ Oliver moans and I slap one hand over my mouth, choking on my sob.

“God, yes…more…give me more” the woman says, rolling her hips back and taking more of him.

My screams are stuck in my throat as disbelief wraps it's strong hands around my throat.

“Hell, you're so good at this” Oliver says again and I open my mouth to cry out, but no sounds come out. I can't breathe. I feel so stupid and used.

“Am I better than your…your girlfriend?“ the girl says with an obviously fake moan and Oliver places his hand on her shoulder. “You know you're better, baby” he responds.

My brain comes out of the deep shock and I let out a scream of pain. Oliver's head snaps in my direction as the envelope containing our acceptance letters into our dream university drops from my hand to the floor.

“Jennie?“ he gasps like he is seeing a ghost, but his hips doesn't stop moving. The pleasure has taken complete control of his body.

“How dare you!“ I scream, grabbing a vase from the counter and throwing it at them. My heart is contracting around itself and I'm seeing red. It's not anger, it's betrayal and pain.

“Jennie, I can explain!“ he yells, getting off the bed and holding his hand up in defense. The woman doesn't look fazed as she holds the sheets, my sheets, to her full breasts.

“Baby…who is she?“ she asks Oliver and sparks go off in my head. I throw a hair brush at the both of them, and Oliver blocks it with his body. He's even protecting her in our bedroom?

“Why?“ I choke out and his eyes grow wide as saucers. He has never seen me cry before, this is the only time he has ever heard me fall apart…I'm always pristine and put together, but he's breaking me in the worse way possible.

“Fuck…Jennie. Fuck, I can explain” Oliver says, and I start to sob even harder. I can't breathe…I can't breathe right now and the tears are burning my eyes.

He comes closer to me and I take a step back. His half-stiff cock is still jerking and leaking cum into the used rubber. He's still glistening with her pussy juice.

He made me stay away from sex for two months only to cheat on me. I've been faithful to him, I've been living my whole life for him, why would he cheat on me?

“Why? Why? WHY?“ I scream, running in the direction of both of them to fight the heartache out of my body, but Oliver stops me by grabbing my waist.

“Baby, please. Jennie, look at me, I can explain” he says.

“How could you do this to me?“ I scream, clawing at him to get off him, but he doesn't let go.

“Baby please…I didn't know you were going to come home this early” he calls me by the same title he just called that woman on our bed, and something inside of me shatters as I give up.

“Don't you trust me?“ he asks and I pull myself away from him, running out of the room, down the hall, and out of the apartment.

Where am I going? I don't know yet. I just need to get the hell away from my boyfriend.