Straight Female / 32
Follow Up
My bf dared to print my only confession here which has become a thing for us that we finally settled. For better or worse. We have a playful sexy life and have been to the strip club where I let him get a lap dance and once a private dance but we always kidded I would get evened up.
Well it happened. And my side of the deal is I have to write it up here where no one will know. In a realistic way he says and not trashy though as I said the behavior was trashy. As I write this I am naked and my BF has licked me but not to climax. Write first. His hand occasionally skips up to my clit. It’s a promise.
You got the ultimate he says. Now you have to do this. It is the price one pays.
We partied with some folks and when the party geared down it was one guy who gave us a ride. And he wanted to hit the bong but we were paranoid in the car so M by bf said come up and fire it up real quick.
When did I start to think about it. Almost at once. Two men in the house late at night.
Might have been the pot but I was just feeling super sexy and the guy was looking at me. So he went to the restroom and M was like gee why don’t u flirt a little more. And I said hell I’ll get half naked if I feel like it. And we both burst out laughing cuz that’s how we talk. But then as I settled back in the couch he looked over and said real dead pan. Go ahead and get half naked.
And I said back I think I’ll just sit over here and talk first. And M got up and moved over to the seat where the gu had been. And it was semi on? I dunno. It was very very sexy.
So the guy comes back out n his seat is taken so he sits next to me. We hang out for a while. For me the tension is super thick and then M goes up to the restroom. Beeeers!!! The restroom oddly is always a part of sexual adventure.
Time to give G a name. Let’s say J. So J is like hey it’s cool for me to be here right? And I look him in the ey and say of course.
I still don’t know what’s going to happen but M is being very cool with
Me sitting next to J. And then he does our favorite late night thing which is talk about sex. Usually it’s just us.
It may have been roundabout but M directs the convo pretty quickly. So he says to me, what’s the hottest thing you did freshman year of college. Now he already knows this story but by now I’m turned on and I give the short version of how I seduced a HIGH SCHOOL BOY who had showed up at the legged and how I did it for fun. It was as I always say instructional.
We go around the room and give versions to the same question. M notably MAKES SOMETHING G UP and even winks at me midway. Some absurdity about doing it in a backyard, when I know for a fact involved a girl who very much tied him up. We are laughing. I feel so comfortable and high and fun and I’m sitting close now to Mike and I take his arm around the bicep and say y’all gotta stop turning me on with all this nonsense.
What the fuck happens when yr turned on says J
Well. I usually take off my clothes of course.
Hey chimes in M I’m dying to know which panties you have on anyway.
And this is the moment, the real moment, sexier actually than what happens after.
M looks over. Could not describe his face. But he asks in this voice sort of stunned and innocent. “Ali’s this all ok, right?”
It is I say. “Right” M agrees and I see that this is something that could be cool. That J is not just a frat type. Or he is a brilliantly good liar.
So I drop my fave line. How do you even know I wearing any panties.
This strikes us all as hilarious.
Now I get up looking over at M but mostly at J and I say if I do this do I get to be more or less in charge of future requests. He nods. Says nothing his silence is acute. And I take the dress off over my head, facing J so M can my backside which he adores.
I do In Fact have on panties. I spin once for effect. A calculated spini. A spin like I would never do. And I see Mike looking mostly at my face. Our eyes meet for a long minute and I can see how kinky he really is. Because straight guys don’t go for this, right. But here he is.
And I sit back down. Now J I say what’s truly the hottest thing that happens to you in college.
He gives what I assume is the short form of having sex with his girlfriend while her roommate was asleep across the room. It’s a thing that happens to everyone who has ever been to a college with beds, but the classics, hey the classics. He is obviously telling the truth.
The next time M goes the bathroom. He goes a lot. It’s part of the plot. M leans in. He’s into it now. We kiss a little. Is this...he starts. Do you want to join us I I say. He nods. I mean well all be naked I say. It’s great. He says he used that word lots great.
The rest is sand, straw whatever. I tell J that M should catch us already into it. I get half into his lap. M waits a good five minutes (what a long pee) by this time I have gotten mikes shirt off and have assessed his penis through his pants. It occurs to me, even as hot as I am, that this is fraught. WhT if he’s super small super large? Weird in some way? With another man here will he be OK. I also recall that J is shy about his own penis which is quite legs but curved over up and then down like a parentheses. The guys in porn Jesus that shit sticks straight up. He laments.
M is an able kisser and I for the first time genuinely want him in some way. He is fiddling with my bra when M comes back in.
What does one say. At such times a cliche is handy. “Goodness,” he says. My goodness.
I separate from m who does not wish me to go. My bra is off. They both look at my breasts which it bears saying are absolutely typical of a million selfies of 30 something women.
I sit on the floor between couch and chair and I say I think I boys had better get undressed
They obey. It’s astonishingly easy to get a man naked no matter his body though girls I know who are younger say this is not so. Has something changed? I don’t care. These are boys born in the late 80s. They are boys who are men who grew up before they had porn on phones.
Stripped they sit. M ever the poet says I say more talk.
I agree. I asks quickly, so what’s the hottest thing U have done lately asks M. Iknow the answer. Well this one, I say made me jot down a confession once. I show him my prior confession from this site which was vulgar but apt at the time. In fact that night while M fucked me I told him how much I liked the idea of two men. I used those words.
And then M asks what do you like most and least about giving head?
This too is easy. I like that first little odd taste of pre cum. There is no thing like it. And I like least having pushed down tho and I look right at J as I say this, I like to feels hands, gently in my hair.
He is sitting straight up. His penis is like every other penis I have ever seen. I take it at the base kneeling g before him and take him my mouth for several long seconds.. I know M is looking my ass curled above my ankles I please this man. I hear him gasp.
There is a log pause. What should I do manages J. I think we need the bedroom I say.
The rest is dull really. Lovely at the time. But pretty banal. And not Anal for you acrostic lovers out there. They both make love to me. They both fuck me. I have an orgasm on top of M, who it turns out is capable of cumming three times, the final time against my lips just onto my face below which I regret in that a facial is bit much though it’s not a lot of cum and the intention was good.
There is something about two sets of hands. There is something about being fucked while someone watches. There is something about dropping g an absurd line to your boyfriend after man has fucked you for several minutes “do you want me to suck your cock” it was, in context a tender vulgarity that he says now he can never forget.
Am I done? This has gone on for a hour. M and I are off to bed. There is no forgetting of course the very end. And Lethe, like everything else, is likely a myth.
Well it happened. And my side of the deal is I have to write it up here where no one will know. In a realistic way he says and not trashy though as I said the behavior was trashy. As I write this I am naked and my BF has licked me but not to climax. Write first. His hand occasionally skips up to my clit. It’s a promise.
You got the ultimate he says. Now you have to do this. It is the price one pays.
We partied with some folks and when the party geared down it was one guy who gave us a ride. And he wanted to hit the bong but we were paranoid in the car so M by bf said come up and fire it up real quick.
When did I start to think about it. Almost at once. Two men in the house late at night.
Might have been the pot but I was just feeling super sexy and the guy was looking at me. So he went to the restroom and M was like gee why don’t u flirt a little more. And I said hell I’ll get half naked if I feel like it. And we both burst out laughing cuz that’s how we talk. But then as I settled back in the couch he looked over and said real dead pan. Go ahead and get half naked.
And I said back I think I’ll just sit over here and talk first. And M got up and moved over to the seat where the gu had been. And it was semi on? I dunno. It was very very sexy.
So the guy comes back out n his seat is taken so he sits next to me. We hang out for a while. For me the tension is super thick and then M goes up to the restroom. Beeeers!!! The restroom oddly is always a part of sexual adventure.
Time to give G a name. Let’s say J. So J is like hey it’s cool for me to be here right? And I look him in the ey and say of course.
I still don’t know what’s going to happen but M is being very cool with
Me sitting next to J. And then he does our favorite late night thing which is talk about sex. Usually it’s just us.
It may have been roundabout but M directs the convo pretty quickly. So he says to me, what’s the hottest thing you did freshman year of college. Now he already knows this story but by now I’m turned on and I give the short version of how I seduced a HIGH SCHOOL BOY who had showed up at the legged and how I did it for fun. It was as I always say instructional.
We go around the room and give versions to the same question. M notably MAKES SOMETHING G UP and even winks at me midway. Some absurdity about doing it in a backyard, when I know for a fact involved a girl who very much tied him up. We are laughing. I feel so comfortable and high and fun and I’m sitting close now to Mike and I take his arm around the bicep and say y’all gotta stop turning me on with all this nonsense.
What the fuck happens when yr turned on says J
Well. I usually take off my clothes of course.
Hey chimes in M I’m dying to know which panties you have on anyway.
And this is the moment, the real moment, sexier actually than what happens after.
M looks over. Could not describe his face. But he asks in this voice sort of stunned and innocent. “Ali’s this all ok, right?”
It is I say. “Right” M agrees and I see that this is something that could be cool. That J is not just a frat type. Or he is a brilliantly good liar.
So I drop my fave line. How do you even know I wearing any panties.
This strikes us all as hilarious.
Now I get up looking over at M but mostly at J and I say if I do this do I get to be more or less in charge of future requests. He nods. Says nothing his silence is acute. And I take the dress off over my head, facing J so M can my backside which he adores.
I do In Fact have on panties. I spin once for effect. A calculated spini. A spin like I would never do. And I see Mike looking mostly at my face. Our eyes meet for a long minute and I can see how kinky he really is. Because straight guys don’t go for this, right. But here he is.
And I sit back down. Now J I say what’s truly the hottest thing that happens to you in college.
He gives what I assume is the short form of having sex with his girlfriend while her roommate was asleep across the room. It’s a thing that happens to everyone who has ever been to a college with beds, but the classics, hey the classics. He is obviously telling the truth.
The next time M goes the bathroom. He goes a lot. It’s part of the plot. M leans in. He’s into it now. We kiss a little. Is this...he starts. Do you want to join us I I say. He nods. I mean well all be naked I say. It’s great. He says he used that word lots great.
The rest is sand, straw whatever. I tell J that M should catch us already into it. I get half into his lap. M waits a good five minutes (what a long pee) by this time I have gotten mikes shirt off and have assessed his penis through his pants. It occurs to me, even as hot as I am, that this is fraught. WhT if he’s super small super large? Weird in some way? With another man here will he be OK. I also recall that J is shy about his own penis which is quite legs but curved over up and then down like a parentheses. The guys in porn Jesus that shit sticks straight up. He laments.
M is an able kisser and I for the first time genuinely want him in some way. He is fiddling with my bra when M comes back in.
What does one say. At such times a cliche is handy. “Goodness,” he says. My goodness.
I separate from m who does not wish me to go. My bra is off. They both look at my breasts which it bears saying are absolutely typical of a million selfies of 30 something women.
I sit on the floor between couch and chair and I say I think I boys had better get undressed
They obey. It’s astonishingly easy to get a man naked no matter his body though girls I know who are younger say this is not so. Has something changed? I don’t care. These are boys born in the late 80s. They are boys who are men who grew up before they had porn on phones.
Stripped they sit. M ever the poet says I say more talk.
I agree. I asks quickly, so what’s the hottest thing U have done lately asks M. Iknow the answer. Well this one, I say made me jot down a confession once. I show him my prior confession from this site which was vulgar but apt at the time. In fact that night while M fucked me I told him how much I liked the idea of two men. I used those words.
And then M asks what do you like most and least about giving head?
This too is easy. I like that first little odd taste of pre cum. There is no thing like it. And I like least having pushed down tho and I look right at J as I say this, I like to feels hands, gently in my hair.
He is sitting straight up. His penis is like every other penis I have ever seen. I take it at the base kneeling g before him and take him my mouth for several long seconds.. I know M is looking my ass curled above my ankles I please this man. I hear him gasp.
There is a log pause. What should I do manages J. I think we need the bedroom I say.
The rest is dull really. Lovely at the time. But pretty banal. And not Anal for you acrostic lovers out there. They both make love to me. They both fuck me. I have an orgasm on top of M, who it turns out is capable of cumming three times, the final time against my lips just onto my face below which I regret in that a facial is bit much though it’s not a lot of cum and the intention was good.
There is something about two sets of hands. There is something about being fucked while someone watches. There is something about dropping g an absurd line to your boyfriend after man has fucked you for several minutes “do you want me to suck your cock” it was, in context a tender vulgarity that he says now he can never forget.
Am I done? This has gone on for a hour. M and I are off to bed. There is no forgetting of course the very end. And Lethe, like everything else, is likely a myth.
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Jyly1616 / December 15, 2020
