It took me several years to figure out that women do not share a similar sentiment.
Now I know these are generalisations, and it is not difficult to find counterexamples: I have carried on extended affairs with several married women, for example, and fucked a number of women who were in committed--or seemingly committed--relationships; and I've known a few women who would never consider sleeping with, or even going out for coffee with, a man who was involved with another woman. But these are exceptions.
And in my experience, women account for the smallest fraction of counterexamples.
It has always amused me that men, who largely define their manhood in terms of their ability and willingness to do battle with other men, are the ones most willing to choose cooperation over head-to-head competition when it comes to sex. Of course, it's not hard to imagine that this is precisely how this choice might have evolved. If you had two cavemen who were willing to fight and kill in order to mate with one woman, then the least riskiest strategy is cooperation: let the bigger, stronger, faster, George-Clooney-lookalike caveman have her, and when he's done, then you take your turn. Bros before hos!
But not women. Women know they are always in competition with other women, and they decided long ago that that meant war. For cavewomen, who were the chosen rather than the choosers, and were also probably less willing or able to fight and/or kill their competition, the optimal strategy was likely quite different: before the selection was made, win the attraction game; and once the selection was made, if you were the chosen one, do everything in your power to hold onto your caveman, and if you were not the chosen one, do everything you can to seduce the caveman away from your competition. It's interesting to note that in all cases, there is significant upside to keeping your enemies close, that is, befriending your competition. There is also significant upside to being at least partially slutty, and being willing to fuck your friend's caveman.
It's also true that in our male-dominated world, it has only been fairly recent that women have had significant opportunity to distinguish themselves from one another in ways other than their physical attributes, particularly those related to mating. These days we men might prefer women with degrees in astrophysics, but evolutionarily speaking it was hips and tits that attracted our attention the most throughout our history. A willingness to put out, not advanced degrees, differentiated women.
As Schopenhauer said,
Men are by nature indifferent to one another; but women are by nature enemies. The reason is no doubt that the odium figulinuum which with men does not go beyond the bounds of the particular guild with women embraces the whole sex—they are all engaged in the same trade. Even when they simply pass in the street they look at one another like Guelphs and Ghibililines: and when two women exchange compliments it sounds much more ludicrous then when two men do so. The reason for this may be that with women all differences in rank are far more precarious than they are with men, and can be altered or abolished much more quickly, whereas with men a hundred different considerations are involved. Because women are all in the same profession (competitors for the attentions of men), they all stand much closer to one another than men do, and consequently strive to emphasize differences in rank.This is surely not a post-feminist view of women, and is not offered up as such; rather, it probably reflects the situation women were in for most of human history after branching off from Homo erectus about 200,000 years ago. And if so, it could explain a few things.
For example, it explains why Corinne fucked me, not just in my car at the end of her driveway, but two years later when we were attending college together. Corinne and Catherine were sisters, and no doubt loved each other, so Corinne would not have fucked Catherine's high school sweetheart without a reason--and I did not give her a reason. Corinne simply offered. She may have anticipated that fucking me would make her feel good, or would have somehow benefitted her in some other intangible or unanticipated way, but that seems insufficient to overcome the moral implications of fucking your sister's high school sweetheart. And yet Corinne spread her legs for me four times, each time committing morally reprehensible acts that her sister could have never forgiven either one of us for. Corinne wasn't even deterred by the possibility that she could have gotten pregnant!
And then there was Val. Kristin had grown up with Teri and Val--Kristin even called Teri's and Val's parents "mom" and "dad" because her own parents were for shit--and yet within several hours of meeting me for the first time, Val fucked me three times while Kristin laid passed out nearby. Sure, we had all been drinking, but that does not change the fact that Val decided she wanted to fuck me and followed through on it--three times--after saying, "We shouldn't be doing this, promise me you won't ever tell Kristin." If Kristin had not caught us, would Val have fucked me again? No doubt.
~~C~C~~
But for me the perfect example was Kimberly. At some point--probably after the first time I fucked her--she decided to make sure I knew she was competing for me.
About two weeks after that fateful party, I was heading into the dorm's common area kitchen to heat up some food before class. Kimberly was in there, leaning over the sink washing some dishes from her lunch. "Hey," I said, "how are you? I haven't seen you in a few days." I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass.
"I'm okay, I only have morning classes today, so I've got the afternoon off," she said. "Where's Kristin?"
"Napping, then she has work," I replied. Her ass looked so good in shorts.
"Well, if you want to drop by after she leaves, I'll be home..." As her words trailed off she grabbed her dishes and left.
Over the years the kitchen was an incredibly good source of casual pussy.
I heated my food, ate, washed the container and fork, and went back to my room. Kristin was still napping, so I didn't need to lie about where I was going while saying goodbye. I grabbed my backpack and left. I walked through the lobby, went out the back, and then walked all the way to the end of the wing where Kimberly's room was. Seeing nobody, I quickly slipped between some bushes and the building, completely obscured from view, went around the corner and stepped up onto the porch outside Kimberly's room. Her door was open. I went in and locked it behind me.
She was laying on her bed, still wearing the khaki shorts and a light yellow tank top that showed off her sensational curves. She had rolled onto her side when she heard me enter. I tossed my backpack on her desk and sat down beside her. Like previously, she got straight to business, grabbing me and pulling my mouth to her's and giving me all of her tongue. Within seconds we were both naked.
"I can't resist your ass, you know," I told her. "Your ass is my Achilles heel."
"I'll remember that every time I want to fuck you," she said. She rolled over and pushed her ass back against me. I grabbed her hips, pulled her ass toward my face, and sunk my teeth into her left cheek. Her gasps and cries of pain filling the room, it didn't take me long to decorate her entire ass with bite marks. Then I pulled her cheeks apart, parted her thighs slightly and buried my tongue in her cunt, working it in and out of her a few dozen times. I sat up, pulled her ass up until she was on her knees with her face buried in the sheets, and began eating her pussy. I'd never eaten her pussy before. Her swollen vulva was lightly covered with soft, light brown hair, and her soft, slick labia parted easily as my tongue pushed deep into her warm, loose cunt. She felt wonderful and tasted delicious, but the best part was hearing her moan and feeling her body writhe.
"Fuck me," she almost begged, but I said "Not yet," firmly enough that she understood that my appetite for eating her pussy would not be so easily satisfied. I alternated between thrusting my tongue into her cunt, and licking the entire length of her vulva backward and forward until I heard and felt her pleasure building. Then I grabbed her hood and clit between my lips and sucked on them for several minutes as she squirmed and squealed. Suddenly she pushed back, hard, against my face, trying to grind against my mouth as she cried out. I continued sucking and licking her clit until she finished cumming. Finally she pushed my head away. "Jeezus. That was fucking nice. Now fuck me! Hard."
I sat up and pushed my throbbing cock into her from behind. There are times I have too little stamina in this position, and times I have too much, but every time I fucked Kimberly from behind, I could fuck her for as long and hard as I wanted. I think it was because, despite being so small, her pussy was extremely loose and deep. For most women, my cock is a bit too long, but it's usually only a problem in certain positions, that is, those that permit the deepest penetration. Women as short and petite as Kimberly can almost never take me in any position without my cock slamming into their cervix. But Kimberly could take all I could give her, and in any position. And the more I gave her, and the harder I gave it to her, the more she loved it and begged for more.
By the time she came a second time, my knees were starting to give. I exploded inside her, and then collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. We were both breathing heavily, my cock throbbing and still dribbling inside her. We laid there quietly for several minutes until she broke the silence. "You know you can fuck me any time you want, anywhere you want, Kristin or not, right?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Of course," I said, though until that moment I had not been as certain as my response implied. "Um...why?"
"Because I want you to fuck me more. I want you to fuck me a lot more. And I was wondering what I have to do to get you to do that."
"That's easy," I laughed. "You just had to ask. I can do that."
"Are you sure? Because I want you to fuck me more than you fuck her. Or at least I want you to want to fuck me more than you want to fuck her. Can you do that?" She looked straight at me, making sure I understood that she was serious.
"I can," I said, "but what are you getting at? Do you want me to dump her?"
"No," she said with conviction. "Look, Kristin is my friend, and I don't want to take you from her. But I do want you, and I do want you to fuck me. A lot. I want you to desire me so much that you have to act on it. I want to be the centre of your desire and attention."
"You realise I'm still going to desire and fuck her, right?" I pointed out.
"Of course," she said. "She's your girlfriend."
"And you realise I'm still going to enjoy fucking her, right?" She had to understand that I actually really liked fucking Kristin.
"I know. I'm not worried about it. You might enjoy fucking her, but I'll make sure you love fucking me. I'll make sure you desire me more than you desire her. You'll want to fuck me all day, every day. You'll want to fuck me even when you're fucking her."
I smiled. "Well, it's working. I already want to fuck you more."
"When does Kristin get back from work?"
"She's off at eleven." I knew where this was going.
"Good," she smiled, "then get to it. And don't stop fucking me until eleven."
