I turned over and tried to sleep. The sight of Derek’s monstrous erect member was unnerving. I knew I was not big to begin with, and to get the girls, I had to rely on how I connected with them. Derek had the entire package. Good looks, relatively well-to-do, and of course, the thing in his pants that could terrorize and pleasures the girls.
Maybe Amanda was really testing my reaction when she asked Derek if she could go to his room. But how was I supposed to know? In any case, even if I never had performance anxiety before, I was definitely having a serious case of low self esteem now. Why did he have to show off his huge cock? Gay or bisexual or what not, it would seriously cause envy among other guys, unless those guys were bigger than him of course.
Amanda snuggled up to me. I felt her soft breasts pressing against my back. She snaked her hands around me and grabbed my chest. She planted soft kisses on my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, teasing it occasionally with her tongue. She slid her hands down my body and into my boxers.
A: Hey. Why is it soft? Did you turn gay after seeing his dick?
I turned around to face her.
Me: What exactly do you want?
A: Make me feel like a woman again.
Me: Why?
A: Touch me. Make me feel good.
Me: Is this going to be a one night stand?
A: If you want it to be.
Me: I don’t.
A: Then we’ll do it more frequently…
Me: What if we wake up tomorrow and realise this was all a big mistake?
A: Then I won’t be talking to you for awhile I guess.
Me: And how exactly are we supposed to remain in the same group?
A: You’re really naive. Sex doesn’t have to complicate things.
Me: But it does.
A: So?
Me: So? You were so ready to sleep with Derek. You wanna turn him straight? Or is it his cock you want?
A: I don’t want just any cock. It has to be attached to someone I’m confortable with.
Me: I’m not sure this is right. How did we progress so fast?
A: I don’t know.
Me: You sure you’ll be happy doing this?
A: Nope. But at least I’ll be happy for a while. Why pursue long term happiness when there’s short term pleasure?
Me: I would have expected you to want a committed relationship.
A: Get real. Which guy is gonna want to be with me? To take care of my kid? Not many I expect. I want to be happy too. And if I can make someone else happy, why not?
Me: You’re weird.
And then it was as if the events of the past few hours were forgotten and she pulled me towards her again. Our lips locked, and our tongues touched fleetingly, before engaging in a full-scale war. My hands automatically found her breasts, and resumed their caress. She moaned as I flicked her engorged nipples. I slowly worked one hand down her flat tummy, caressing her thighs. As if on cue, she spread her legs wider, allowing me access to her pussy. I traced my fingertips around her labia and found the clitoral hood. I rubbed it gently. She moaned louder and bit my lip. I increased the intensity of my rubbing, while caressing her breasts and nipples at the same time. Soon she was squirming uncontrollably.
A: I can’t take it anymore. I want it in me.
Me: Nope.
I propped her up against a pillow and eased myself between her legs. I started by massaging/caressing her calves and thighs, sometimes running my tongue along the length of her long shapely legs, planting kisses on them in between. Amanda grabbed my hair and tried to pull me up towards her but I maintained my position down there, totally avoiding the area that would probably give her the most pleasure. She resorted to grabbing the bed sheets, almost ripping them off from the mattress.
As I got nearer to her lower lips, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. The scent of sex. She was primed and ready to go. Teasing her inner thighs with my tongue. I traced the outline of her labia again. In the dim light of the room, I saw that her labia was a slightly darker color. I wondered if it was because she had given birth.
The fact that she shaved granted me the easiest of access to her clitoris and I gently pulled back the hood with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand. Once her engorged clit was exposed, I licked it once to test her reaction. She literally had to cover her mouth to muffle the moans. Then I attacked. Flicking my tongue on her clitoris, I alternated the pace, direction and pressure.
A: Stop!
Me: Huh?
Amanda grabbed the other pillow and buried her face in it.
A: Carry on!
I did not need a second invitation. I resumed pleasuring her love button. With my free hand, I caressed her thighs again and made my way to the hole. It was really wet, whether from my saliva or her juices. I slowly inserted my middle finger in, in case there was any resistance. There was none. I could tell that Amanda trying her best not to wake the entire neighborhood up. I slid my finger in and out a few times before poking around for her g-spot. I found it after a little probing and proceeded to stimulate it. Amanda arched her back as though she was trying to help me find the perfect angle. I was definitely hitting the spot as her moans increased in frequency and volume, despite the pillow. I felt faint contractions of her vaginal muscles so I increased the pace.
Suddenly the pillow left her face.
A: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!
I continued whatever I was doing until she had to push my face away from her pussy. Her legs were trembling and she was having trouble catching her breath.
I licked my lips and looked at her.
Me: Are you having an asthma attack?
A: I hope not. I didn’t bring my inhaler.
Me: You’re serious? Oh shit.
I tried to get her into a more comfortable sitting position but she could hardly move.
Me: Slow, deep breaths…
She tried but it sounded like she was wheezing.
Me: Just breathe, I’ll see if Derek has an inhaler.
I left the room and was about to head to Derek’s room when I caught sight of a flash of light in the kitchen. He was taking a puff at the open window. I entered the kitchen.
D: Well it looks like someone is really good with the girls…
Me: Dude, you have ventolin? I think she’s having an asthma attack.
D: Wow. You’re that good? Now I’m wishing I was a girl…
Me: Dude. I’m not kidding. And we weren’t having sex. Do you have an inhaler.
D: Oh. Erm. Lemme see of my brother left his in his room.
He threw the stick out of the window and went to his brothers room to find the inhaler, returning barely a minute later. He handed it to me.
D: So what’s with all the moaning I heard?
Me: I was eating her out.
D: And she was screaming like this? Wow. You’ve got some sick skills.
Me: Right.
I headed back to the room and found Amanda sitting up. She seemed to have recovered.
Me: Still need the ventolin?
A: Don’t think so. I feel better.
Me: Ok. I’ll just put it here then.
I placed it on the bedside table and turned to leave.
A: Don’t you want to continue?
Me: No. I don’t want to murder you.
A: I’m serious. I feel better.
Me: No. You better rest. Sorry it was so intense.
A: I’ll suck your cock?
Me: It’s ok.
I went over and helped her up.
Me: Why don’t you go wash up then I’ll tuck you in.
A: Ok.
She went to the bathroom and emerged shortly after. She climbed into bed and lay down. I pulled the blanket over her.
A: Where’re you going?
Me: Smoke. Probably sleep outside. It’s not safe in here.
A: Why?
Me: I might get tempted.
A: I’ll be fine.
Me: No. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night. Go sleep.
I kissed her forehead and left the room, finding Derek still in the kitchen smoking. I joined him.
Kind to think of it, it was pretty gay. Two guys in their boxers, smoking at the kitchen window.
D: I’m thinking you didn’t get to release.
Me: No. And if you’re offering to help me. No.
D: Damn. How could you read my mind?
Me: Please tell me you aren’t serious.
D: I’m still high on booze. I probably won’t remember this conversation in a few hours.
Me: And I’m not gay.
D: Yeah. I know.
Me: Well, I guess I’ll be having a good time with my hand then.
D: Yeah. Me too.
Anyway, to deviate from the storyline a little. I just met up with Nicole tonight.
Apparently it’s the school holidays now.
She messaged me late afternoon to see if I was free. Of course I was, other than stoning in my bunk and sleeping really really early, what else could I be doing?
Anyway, I met her at a coffee joint near one of the shopping malls near my camp. I did not drive and took a bus instead. She was already there when I reached.
She was sitting at a table with single seater couches, sipping her cappuccino and reading something off her iPad. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her glasses. The only thing that would probably not make you conclude that she was a teacher was her tight spaghetti tank top, and denim shorts. I gazed at her long slender legs from afar.
Me: Hello.
Nic: Hi.
Me: How’ve you been?
Nic: You mean other than being utterly devastated 10 years ago when you left without a word? When you never messaged or called? When I found out you went all the way with my sister while I was asleep?
Me: Shit…
Nic: So how have you been?
Me: I’m sorry. Really. I would like to excuse my behavior by saying I was young and immature and didn’t know what I was doing.
Nic: And?
Me: I would like to make it up to you?
Nic: Fat hope. There’s nothing you can do that will ever make me forget what you did.
Me: Then perhaps I should leave?
Nic: No. I said I’ll never forget. But it doesn’t mean I didn’t forgive.
Me: Huh?
Nic: Oh please. Your English was never this bad. In fact I kind of recall your GP grades being better than mine…
Me: No wait. I’m confused. And army’s made me stupid.
Nic: More excuses.
Me: Really!
Nic: I said I forgive you.
Me: You do?
Nic: Yes. Why hold on to the past when it was seriously just one bad mistake?
Me: True.
Nic: It’s something I’ll never forget. The pleasure you made me feel. Pleasure I never thought that any guy could possibly give me. Then of course there’s the betrayal, the hurt, the weeks of wondering where I went wrong. Get it?
Me: You didn’t do anything wrong. It was me.
Nic: And I’m glad you realised it.
I tried to change the topic.
Me: So you’re a teacher now? How did that happen?
Nic: Well, it’s your fault actually. I couldn’t focus much on my As after the incident, kind of just floated around school not knowing what was happening. My grades were a huge wake up call. I barely made it to uni. But I did, and I studied hard. And I secured sponsorship from MOE.
Me: Sorry.
Nic: Don’t be. I realised how much I loved educating the future generations. Guiding them along the right path and making sure they don’t make stupid mistakes like I did.
Me: That’s noble I guess.
Nic: And how about you? Heard you’re a soldier now. Can’t really tell. You’ve slimmed down alot from JC days. And is that a hint of a belly I see? Drinking too much?
Me: Well, it’s a really long story.
And I told her everything.
Nic: Well, you’re stupid to sign on. With the military anyway. No one is injury proof. Even with a diploma you could have gotten a job somewhere.
Me: I know. But I was interested in an army career. And it gave a chance to be financially independent. So why not?
Nic: Do you regret signing on?
Me: Yes and no. Yes as I never took proper care of myself, and thought I was invincible. No because I learnt a lot more about life than any other job could possibly have taught.
Nic: So you’re living with your pregnant godsister? And you’re not the father?
Me: Only on weekends. I’m in camp on weekdays.
Nic: You sure that’s the right thing to do? It seems a little selfish of her to want you back after all that. And the complicated thing with her friend…
Me: I guess it’s my retribution.
Nic: And that girl with the paper crane thingy? The way you described it really sounds like you found the one.
Me: That’s complicated too.
Nic: But your boss story is probably the most interesting. You’re like a gigolo. Haha.
Me: Thanks a lot.
Nic: Well at least you’ve had a colorful life. I can’t say the same for me.
Me: So what did you do?
Nic: Well, couple of girlfriends, nothing serious. They turned straight after meeting the right guys. I dated a couple of guys too, went steady with two of them. Didn’t really work out anyway. Think it was the novelty of me being a lesbian that made them treat me well initially. But in the end it was fuck and drop once they got bored.
Me: And now?
Nic: Well I’m happily single. The jobs tough. Most of my time is spent in school. Marking, preparing lessons, counseling students. Stuff like that.
Me: You don’t get lonely sometimes?
Nic: Are you trying to hint something to me?
Me: No. I’m just being curious. Besides I’ve told you so much about what I’ve been up to.
Nic: Well, if the idea of you and me sleeping together ever enters you mind, keep dreaming.
Me: I wasn’t thinking about that.
Nic: Oh? Then why agree to meet me at such short notice? I’m sure there’s something up your sleeve.
Me: Hey I’ve got so many choices for sex now. All I wanted was to find out how you were.
Nic: Why does it sound like you’re trying to make me jealous.
Me: I’m not. Seriously. Anyway it’s getting late. I need to catch the bus back to camp.
Nic: I could drop you off.
Me: No really. It’s ok. I’ll take the bus. We’ll catch up soon?
Nic: Sure. Why not? Before the holidays end.
Me: Alright. Just let me know. Bye.
Nic: Bye.
On the bus back to camp, as I was typing this out, I really wondered how our meeting went. Not to good in my opinion.
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Originally Posted by
blade
Really interested in what will happen when u do meet her for coffee.
Ur life really lots of twist an turns. Keep us updated if there are any interesting things going on.
Well, I did meet up with nicole for coffee. Was trying to post it immediately after I posted the last update on Amanda, but my stupid phone refused to let my iPod connect…
I eventually fell asleep on the couch in the living room. Derek left me alone after we finished smoking and I can only assume what he was doing with his 8 inch snake.
When I awoke the house was still quiet. Derek’s maid was nowhere to be seen, probably having been given the day off by Derek.
Derek was still sleeping, or perhaps he was out.
I entered the guest room to see that Amanda was still asleep. I grabbed my towel and crept silently to the bathroom. Halfway through my shower, I heard rattling on the door knob.
A: Let me in! I need to pee!
Me: I’m naked.
A: So? I’ve seen you naked before.
Me: Dammit.
I unlocked the door and jumped back into the shower stall. Amanda was still buck naked. I wondered if she secretly wanted to be in a nudist colony.
The water suddenly became searing hot as she flushed.
A: Opps.
Me: You did that on purpose.
A: Forgot that it’s linked.
She entered the shower stall.
Me: Hey…
A: Move over. I want to shower too.
Me: Can you wait till I’m done?
A: Nope.
Me: Fine.
I continued soaping myself while trying to ignore the person who was rubbing her tits against my back. Unfortunately, I rose to the occasion again.
A: You’re damn horny.
Me: And you?
A: Hornier?
Me: About last night…
A: I know. I owe you one.
Me: No. Not that. Your asthma. Is it that serious?
A: I haven’t had an attack in years. You must have done something right. Or really wrong.
Me: That’s really dangerous. You could die having sex.
A: Only you gave me such an orgasm. So…
Me: So I guess we won’t be having sex?
A: I suppose you could cut down on the licking. Though it was really really good.
Me: Then how do I pleasure you?
A: Any other way you want.
Me: Right. That was the easiest.
A: Don’t be lazy. There are so many ways to make a girl cum.
Me: What if you suffer another attack?
A: I’ll keep my inhaler with me.
Me: It’s really mood-killing.
A: Who asked you to torture me like that? Maybe if you didn’t overdo it, and stuck your cock in after you got me wet, I wouldn’t have had an attack?
Me: You get wet from a mere leg massage.
A: Precisely. Imagine how much sex we could be having.
Me: Bad idea again.
A: Whatever.
We washed the soap off and dried ourselves.
A: You gonna let that go to waste?
Me: We just showered and you want to have sex?
A: Why not?
Me: Never mind. I’ll just wank.
A: How about I return the favor? Then we’ll be even.
Me: You’re gonna suck me?
A: I could just wank you.
Me: Up to you.
A: Lie down.
I did and Amanda spread my legs wide open. She crawled in between them and grabbed my pole, wanking it slowly. It hurt a little as there was no lube. She realised this and dribbled some saliva on the head, and resumed her slow strokes. She teased my balls with her tongue, licking them slowly, occasionally taking them one by one into her mouth. Using her free hand, she pushed my balls up and tickled my asshole with her tongue. Pre-cum leaked out from the hole and she used it as additional lube. After around five minutes of slow wanks and ball-licking, she was getting tired.
A: Why haven’t you cum yet?
Me: It’s not so easy.
A: My exes all came within a few minutes.
Me: I’m not your ex.
A: I’m tired.
Me: Use your mouth then.
She slowly licked up and down the shaft a few times before wrapping her lips around the head. Her suction was really good, but it felt as though she was trying to finish a lollipop in world record time. She tried to deep throat me and I felt my dickhead going past her tonsils. She held her breath and tried to maintain my cock at the back of her throat. She coughed. I pulled her up.
Me: Are you trying to induce another asthma attack?
She released my cock.
A: I can’t make you cum.
Me: It’s alright.
A: Can I use you to cum?
Me: How?
A: Let me rub on your dick.
Me: Ok.
She mounted me and smashed my dick flat against my stomach with her pussy. She start rubbing herself on my pole. The lack of lubrication increased the friction and her pleasure. She rubbed harder and faster and her breathing got faster. I grabbed her hips.
Me: Slow down!
A: Fuck you! I almost came until you distracted me! Idiot!
She resumed rubbing at a frantic pace. I looked around for the inhaler. It was still on the table. I stretched out and grabbed it.
A: Fuck! Stop distracting me!
She rubbed and rubbed and tried to control her breathing.
A: Somethings missing. Where’s the condoms?
Me: Why?
A: Where is it???
Me: In my bag.
She got off, rummaged through my bag, practically throwing my stuff all over the room. She found the condoms, ripped open the package, removed one and capped me before mounting me again, going down all the way till I hit her cervix.
A: Ahh… That’s it…
She resumed grinding and within a few minutes she was scratching my chest and arms.
Me: Hey…
Suddenly she collapsed on me, gasping for breathe.
Me: Oh shit.
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Originally Posted by
rubberduckygirl
you are too powerful to resist… literally. hhahaha
This was a really long time ago… And she really did have an asthma problem…
Me: Shit, shit, shit, shit.
I struggled to get out from under Amanda and flipped her over.
Me: Can you sit up?
She struggled to sit up and I passed her the inhaler. She took two pumps and her wheezing slowly subsided.
A: Sorry.
Me: I told you we shouldn’t have.
A: It really never happened before.
Me: Why now? Are you allergic to me or something?
A: I don’t know. Maybe I never had such an intense orgasm before.
Me: You never? In your how many years of having sex?
A: Five or so. None of them could reach my cervix. None of them licked my clit for more than a few seconds. None of them actually managed to find my g-spot, or they never bothered.
Me: Doesn’t it hurt when I hit your cervix?
A: Not really. But I’m ovulating now, so it’s more sensitive. As with my breasts.
Me: So that’s why you needed the condom.
A: Yeah. If I wasn’t ovulating, I wouldn’t have cared.
Me: You want another kid?
A: No. But you know how hard it is to get back into the rhythm? You should have prepared the condoms beforehand.
Me: Like I knew we were gonna have sex.
A: Then why bring condoms? And a 12 pack? You wanted to do it so many times?
Me: Derek bought them for me.
A: Oh. To use with me or him?
Me: You. I hope.
A: Sorry you didn’t get to cum. You wanna wank?
Me: I’m not hard anymore.
A: Sorry.
Me: Not your fault.
A: I feel bad you didn’t get to cum twice. And I couldn’t make you cum with a blowjob.
Me: It’s not easy to make me cum with a blowjob.
A: Am I better than Derek?
Me: How the fuck would I know?
A: You mean you two didn’t?
Me: Fuck no.
A: You didn’t come back in after your smoke, so I thought…
Me: I fell asleep on the couch.
A: Is that the truth or are you trying to make me feel better?
Me: I was really asleep. He didn’t suck my cock.
A: You sure?
Me: I would know right? Even if I was concussed.
A: Maybe he swallowed.
Me: Argh. Stop making me worried.
A: Ok. So do you want to cum now or not?
Me: How?
A: Wank?
Me: Could I fuck your tits?
A: I don’t know how that works.
Me: You mean no one fucked your glorious tits before? They’re perfect.
A: You mean my cleavage right?
She squeezed her breasts together. I felt myself growing.
Me: Yeah.
A: Go ahead.
I got on top of her.
Me: You sure you won’t get another asthma attack?
A: I don’t see how this is pleasurable for me.
Me: Play with your nipples.
She did. I slid my pole in.
Me: I need some saliva.
She spat into her cleavage.
Me: Yeah that’s it.
I pumped slowly while watching her play with her nipples. She started moaning from the self stimulation.
Me: Ok. Stop playing with your nipples.
A: But it feels good…
Me: Asthma attack…
She did not listen. I pumped faster in an attempt to finish so she would not get another asthma attack. Soon I felt the familiar feelings and pulled out, wanking my cock.
A: Oh yeah baby. Cum on my tits.
She continued playing with her nipples and rubbed her clit at the same time.
I did not hold back the first shot and the stream landed right smack between her breasts. It was really thick and creamy and it flowed down her cleavage slowly. I continued wanking to see if there was a second shot. Sure enough, it was not long before the second less thick and creamy shot spurted out and combined with the first, increasing the speed at which it flowed down towards her flat tummy. I stopped.
A: Suck my nipples.
Me: Why?
A: Just suck them.
I lay down beside her and brought my face to her chest level. Amanda grabbed my head and literally shoved it into her chest. My mouth found it’s way to her nipple and I flicked at it with my tongue for a short while before encircling it with my mouth, sucking lightly.
A: Oh yes…
Then I stopped.
Me: Aren’t you still breastfeeding?
A: I express the milk into a bottle. But yes I’m still lactating.
Me: And why did you ask me to suck? You want to feed me?
A: It feels really good. Trust me. I know.
Me: What if the milk comes out?
A: Then drink it?
I got up.
Me: Ok. That’s too weird for me.
A: Ok. Was worth a try. Did you enjoy yourself?
Me: I suppose.
A: I certainly did.
Me: I think you should get your asthma checked.
A: It’s not that bad…
Me: Well next time, bring your own inhaler.
A: Oh. That means we’re together?
Me: It’s a little fast but you said you only sleep with your boyfriends. And we did have sex.
A: Hmm. I guess the horniness took over. Are we official?
Me: I guess.
A: Ok.
Me: I think we need to shower again.
A: You go ahead.
Me: Something wrong?
A: I’m thinking.
Me: Of?
A: Maybe you were right. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…
I stopped.
Me: What do you mean?
Immediately I became very worried. What would happened to our group? Knowing that Derek was bisexual was unnerving but it probably would not change anything. Then I probably screwed things up by getting sexual with Amanda. Whether she was a willing party or not was not an issue. Girls are temperamental creatures. If she decided that it was a mistake, I would be screwed. We would not communicate at all, and I probably would have to leave the group. I could probably survive in another group, but having worked so well with them over the past semester, leaving would not be a wise choice, especially since our grades had been nothing short of excellent. Man, was I screwed.
A: We shouldn’t have started.
Me: Why?
A: Now I won’t want to stop.
Me: What?
A: You’ve brought me to the point that my orgasms can trigger my asthma attacks, which means I’m totally fucking enjoying it. If I don’t get it frequently, I’ll go mad. Even my toys and my fingers never made me cum like that before.
Me: So it’s a good thing?
A: I don’t know.
Me: What if our grades are affected because we’re having too much sex?
A: You’re kidding right?
Me: No. I’m worried.
A: Do you lose focus this easily? Just because of girls?
Me: Yes.
A: That’s what happened to me last time. But I’ve learnt from it. Maybe you’re still young and you can’t prioritize.
Me: My ex demanded so much from me. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
A: I can be demanding. But I know when to stop.
Me: No you don’t.
A: I can. And I will. You don’t have to worry.
Me: So if we’re in a relationship you’ll be the one who wears the pants?
A: If you like to be dominated, sure I can.
Me: You just want sex right?
A: I want sex and more. I want someone to talk to, watch movies with, go for walks in the park. Someone who will rub tanning oil on me, massage my legs when I’m tired. Stuff like that. Think you can handle it?
Me: I had a very bad breakup. With the first then with the second. Ever since then I’m don’t find myself emotionally connected.
A: So it’s you who just wants sex…
Me: Who doesn’t? But it’s not right. I won’t be able to live with myself if I carried on living like that.
A: Then find your emotional self. Let go of the past and embrace the future. How are you ever going to find someone that you truly want to be with if all you’re gonna do is have sex but not cultivate feelings? Most girls won’t sleep with a guy unless she has feelings for him. Most guys just need a pussy. I believe you aren’t that sort of guy.
Me: But I slept with you so quickly. And you didn’t reject. Means you have some feelings for me?
A: I feel comfortable around you. And the way you make me feel good. Wow. This can be developed further.
Me: I’m still worried.
A: You’re more immature than I thought you were. Fine. If you don’t want to be in a relationship then it’s fine with me.
Me: Are we at least still friends?
A: I don’t get what’s wrong with you. I never let any of this affect our friendship. You’re the one who is worried about this and that and what not. Maybe you think too much. Or I’m thinking too little. We’ve already had sex, or I did anyway. So what’s the problem if we get together? Maybe we’ll break up some day. Nothing lasts forever.
Me: I don’t want to lose a friend.
A: And I said it doesn’t have to happen.
Me: Ok.
A: Ok what?
Me: Ok, let’s get together.
A: Just for sex? Or something more?
Me: More than sex. And I won’t break your heart.
A: I think it’s more likely that I’ll break yours. But you aren’t that weak right?
Me: You’ll know when it happens.
A: Goodness. You’re really like a child.
Me: And you like that?
A: No. But your childishness aside, you really know how to please a woman in bed.
Me: Right…
A: Now shall we shower?
Me: Ok.
So we became a couple. Sort of.
My fears of the group dynamics being affected were unfounded. In fact, the events of that night actually brought the group closer together. We hung out more often at Derek’s place to use the pool and sauna and chilled in his room. No, we did not have sex in his guest room anymore. Sex was confined to her place, on the days after school when her parents brought her son out. They did not know about my relationship with her, and not once did I meet her son.
Sex was always with condoms, as she did not want to risk getting pregnant again, and if I did not finish in her, she would get me to coat her tits with my creamy cum. I never had the pleasure of a cum-in-mouth though, and she still could not make me cum with a blowjob or handjob, even though I brought her to the high heavens and back with my tongue and fingers. Amazingly, her asthma was under control and she hardly had anymore attacks, except for times when we went more than twice a session, but even then, the attacks were relatively mild. Of course I had loads of fun fucking her fun bags.
This went on until the end semester two of year two.
After exams, we took a short holiday to Sentosa where she booked a hotel. I wanted to pay for part of it but she insisted that it was her treat.
Anyway, we spent the bulk of the two days at the beach tanning. Over dinner that night, we ordered room service, she dropped the bombshell.
A: I think we should end this.
Naturally, I was shocked.
Me: Why? Haven’t I been good enough for you?
A: It’s not you. It’s me.
Me: Not that crap excuse again.
A: Really. I’ve been thinking about it. While I enjoy being with you, I need more. I need someone financially stable. Someone who can take care of more than my physical and emotional needs.
Me: Oh.
A: You’re still young. I’m getting old. After next year I’ll be working and you’ll be in NS. How do you think it’s gonna work out?
We both fell silent and continued eating our dinner. Frankly, I was not devastated as I knew that such a situation would be inevitable.
After dinner, I finally spoke up.
Me: I guess you’re right. I can’t support you in the ways you want. It’s only right that you secure your own future.
A: I hope you won’t be upset.
Me: Nah. I’ll get over it.
A: You sure?
Me: Yes. Don’t worry about me.
A: Anyway I have a surprise for you.
Me: Hmm?
A: We’re gonna have break up sex.
Me: Erm. You’re serious?
A: Why not? I won’t be getting any after this right?
Me: Well, I’m always a call away…
A: Nice try.
Me: It was worth a shot…
A: So you don’t want to have break up sex?
Me: It’s like normal sex right?
A: It’s gonna be the best sex you ever had.
I thought back about the threesome with Nicole and Natalie.
Me: I highly doubt it.
A: I know what you’re thinking.
Me: What?
A: How it’s supposed to be the best sex you ever had?
Me: Well yeah. You do know I’ve experienced some really erm, kinky stuff.
A: I’ve got that covered.
Me: Oh right.
A: Trust me. Now go shower.
I was a little skeptical but complied anyway.
While I was showering, I wondered what exactly she had in mind.
After my shower, I emerged wearing only a towel. Amanda was still fully dressed.
Me: Well?
A: Be patient. Put this on.
She handed me a blindfold.
Me: Ok. Where’s the handcuffs?
A: Haha, there’s nowhere to handcuff you to. But ok.
She took out some plastic cable ties.
Me: That’s really low budget.
A: You want it or not?
Me: Ok.
She tied my hands behind my back and I crawled onto the bed. She propped up some pillows and I lay back.
A: No peeking ok?
Me: Sure.
She pulled off the towel.
A: Ok. Stay there. I’m gonna shower.
Me: Ok.
I heard her enter the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I shivered a little in the cold room while I waited.
After awhile, the shower turned off and she came out of the bathroom. Suddenly, the door bell rang and she answered the door. A strong scent of perfume filled the room. I wondered if it was really a threesome.
Girl: Oh my goodness. I’ve never seen him naked before. He’s got a really nice body.
A: Shh! You weren’t supposed to talk!
G: Opps.
Oh well, so it was gonna be a threesome anyway. But that voice sounded familiar but I could not place it. I wondered who it was and why Amanda chose her.
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Hm… Maybe it is Derek???
That was what I was thinking at first. But I would have recognized Derek’s voice anyway.
A: You may remove the blindfold.
I struggled to get it off.
The girl standing next to Amanda was petite and much shorter than her, had short hair, those pixie-cut styles, large cute eyes, a nice toned and slender figure, but was relatively flat-chested. Amanda and here were wearing some sort of schoolgirl costume, a little like sailor moon. She looked a little familiar and I was feeling kind of embarrassed having her see me naked.
A: This is Vanessa, do you recognize her?
I tried to recall. If she was a schoolmate, she was definitely not from my year.
Me: Erm.
A: She’s one of the year one juniors I’ve been mentoring.
Me: From our course?
A: You don’t recall? She was in your group during freshman orientation?
Me: Vaguely. So how come you’re her mentor and not me?
A: Because I’m a permanent mentor. You never heard of that program? We mentor a few juniors until they reach year two?
Me: Nope.
A: Whatever.
Me: So why is she here?
A: Haha. Good question. She confessed to me that she had a huge crush on one of my groupmates. I thought it was Derek at first but it turned out to be you. Funny way she described you after I asked for more details. The quiet, tough-looking one.
Me: So she has a crush on me and the best way you thought you’d introduce us was for her to see me naked? Just before you break up with me?
A: Well, she admitted that she loves sex, and randomly finds guys online to have fun. And you love sex too. And she’s around your age.
Me: Didn’t we establish that I don’t just sleep with anybody?
A: Ah. But now you don’t have a choice. And after tonight, if you enjoyed yourself, you’d have someone to look forward to after I’m gone.
Me: This is the craziest thing I ever heard.
A: Perhaps. Never heard of fuck buddies?
Me: Not really.
A: Well, you’re just friends who fuck.
Me: And?
A: And keep on fucking? She’s different from me, she’s not looking for a long term relationship. And you can’t resist sex.
Me: Oh yes I can. But I’m confused. How did she go from having a crush on me to wanting to fuck me?
A: Another long story. We were having a mentoring session when I excused myself to go to the washroom. I was horny that day so I was looking at our sex pictures. Remember those?
Me: I fucking hate camera phones… And why were you horny during a mentoring session?
A: I don’t know. Just after my period I guess. But I really had to pee and I left my phone on the table without locking it.
Me: You did that on purpose. You’ve been planning this for a long time. You used me these few months.
A: Maybe I did. But anyway I caught her staring at the pics.
Me: I should have deleted those. Wait, you said just now you’ve never seen me naked before…
V: Not in real life! When I saw those pics at first I was wondering who it was. Mandy never told me she was attached. Then I reached the pics that showed your face and I was like oh my god.
Me: Right.
A: That was when she confessed that she was going online and finding random guys to sleep with. So as a good mentor I should do something right?
Me: Right. You and your warped principles.
A: So I asked her why she had to resort to finding guys online. So she said the guys she’s been eyeing were either attached or gay. Including you.
V: I was kind of disappointed.
Me: What makes you think you can approach a guy and ask if he wants to sleep with you?
V: Guys are bastards. Really. I can be nice to guys and within days they think I’m interested in them then they try to do funny things. But I’ve never done it with guys from school before.
Me: I’m a guy from school.
A: Well I told her I was breaking up with you and since she’s had a lot more experience than me, I asked her what kind of break up sex you would like.
Me: And she suggested a threesome?
V: Actually I suggested costumes. The weirdos I meet always ask for some sort of uniforms.
Me: So you suggested the threesome?
A: You did mention you had one before and it seemed like you were able to successfully please both girls. And I really wanna make this an unforgettable experience for you…
Me: So you asked her if she was keen?
A: Yeah.
Me: I didn’t know you were this wild.
A: I’m not. But I’m not averse to the idea…
V: But I was worried you wouldn’t be attracted to me.
Me: Attracted? You’re pretty cute. I’m more afraid of hurting you. You’re a little small-sized.
A: So? I don’t know what kind of dicks she likes, but she said she could probably handle you based on what she saw in the pictures.
Me: Right. Please delete them when we break up.
A: Nah. I’ll keep them as a memory. And don’t worry I won’t make you into a porn star.
Me: Thanks.
A: Chill out. This is gonna be the best night of your life. So shall we begin?
Me: You mean I have to be tied up all the way?
A: Well, my intent is to pleasure you the way you pleasured me these past few months, so let us do all the work. We’ll release you when the time is right.
Me: Er. Ok.
Without waiting for a cue to begin, both girls onto the bed beside me, running their hands down my torso and legs. I felt myself getting hard instantly.
Amanda produced a couple of boxes of condoms, one of which was non-lubricated. Vanessa started giving me a catbath from my neck, down to my chest, teasing my nipples, my stomach and thighs. Amanda capped me and started sucking. I understood that she was probably worried about the disease factor which was why she was giving me a covered blowjob. Which would be good anyway as now it would be even harder for me to cum. Vanessa started to french me while playing with my nipples.
There was something about her kiss that made me want more. Maybe she kissed me more lustily than Amanda, or maybe I was really turned on by this idea of break up sex. Or maybe Amanda suddenly discovered a new sure-cum method of blowjobs.
As the two “school-girls” pleasured me, my only thought was of controlling myself so I would not cum so soon, and then giving both of them the fuck that they would remember for a long time. As many times as I could.