How I was turned into a simp
Here’s how I became a simp. When I was in college, I met a woman who used to hang around my fraternity. She was a freshman, and I was a junior, but we had grown up somewhat close to each other. At the end of the semester, she asked if I could drop her off on my way home for the holidays, which I did. During that trip we hit it off. Despite 2 or 3 guys in the fraternity having a crush on her, she chose me, and we dated for the rest of the year until she broke up with me right before summer break. She basically wanted to “see other people.”
I was completely hung up on her and wanted to win her back. To make things more confusing, we would end up sleeping together one time that summer, which gave me false hope. As fall approached, I was 100% focused on getting back together with her.
To make it worse, she was still coming around the fraternity, and on a few occasions I was told how good she was looking. She knew exactly the position she had over me and relished it. On multiple occasions she’d change in front of me, and I’d get to see her in her underwear, which was as close as I’d get to having sex with her.
As the semester went on, I kept hearing about her going on dates with other guys. This made me insanely jealous, but oddly, it was a huge aphrodisiac. The thought of her with somebody else made me incredibly horny, which was an odd mix with jealousy, but it was super hot.
So one night around nine, I get a call from her, much to my surprise. I’d practically been begging her to get back with me, and she’d made it clear that I had zero chance with her.
Me: Hello?
Her: Hey, it’s me.
Me: Oh, hi! What’s up?
Her: I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Me: Sure, what is it?
Her: Well, it’s really loud over here, and I need to sleep. Can I spend the night there?
Predictably, I wasted no time in getting to my car and heading over to her place to pick her up. We headed back to my place and went up to my room. Immediately, she started complaining that it was too hot. “God, it’s so hot up here!” she said, as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slowly peeled them off. I couldn’t help it; I was totally gawking at her legs and her black panties. She then pulled off her shirt, leaving down to her underwear and a tight white tank top. As if sensing that I was enjoying myself too much, she dug into her backpack, pulled out a pair of shorts, put them on, and then climbed into bed. I didn’t hesitate to turn out the lights and climb in next to her.
Upon lying down, I put an arm around her and lay my hand on her stomach. “Um….I don’t think so”. But I was so horny and I was lying right next to her. It was incredibly frustrating. A few moments later, I put my hand on her leg, but again she moved it and said, “Sorry.” She then rolled over and went to sleep.
At this point I was so hard and completely unable to sleep. Her stripping in front of me, but not allowing me to touch her, made me feel emasculated and powerless. Why wouldn’t she let me hook up with her? Isn’t that why she came over? A few hours went by, and I was tossing and turning. Then, in the middle of the night and out of the blue, she rolled over and started kissing me. At first it was a soft, wet kiss, then a harder one, and all of a sudden we were full on making out. I climbed on top of her when she said, “Wait, stop. I’m sorry, I must have been having a dream.” Then again, she rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me even more frustrated!
I finally drifted off to sleep. I can’t remember if I went off somewhere to masturbate, but I must have. Nonetheless, the next morning I was still incredibly horny. She awoke, and we began to talk. “Oh, by the way, I’ve been hooking up with Kyle,” she mentioned casually.
What!? I was stunned. She’d been hooking up with a member of my own fraternity! I became insanely jealous, but also incredibly hard. I was so aroused that I was having trouble catching my breath. Suddenly it became obvious the power she had over me, and though I didn’t want to give in and admit it to myself, I could feel myself getting weaker. I had to know more; I was so turned on and wanted more details. “How many times?” I asked. “A couple,” she said offhandedly. I began to ask for more details, which seemed to make her uncomfortable. “Just kidding,” she said as she picked up her backpack and let herself out of my room. I was so upset, yet soooo turned on. It was a state of utter confusion.
A few hours later we had class together, and she leaned over to me and said: “By the way, I just want you to know that Kyle and I ARE hooking up; I just wanted you to hear it from me first.” I wasn’t sure, but she seemed almost amused about telling me this.
“Okay….” I said. It was too much; I was so turned on then that I had to leave class and masturbate in the men's room.
I returned to class and did my best to focus.
The tease and denial was her bread and butter while we dated. She’d often ask me to do something for her and promised she’d have sex with me if I did it, but then she’d change her mind. But this was just the very beginning of me turning into a simp.