This is an original work of fiction. The stories and characters and events are based on real life characters. This was commissioned by a redditor, who is among the characters in the story. I hope you enjoy. Please… I love constructive feedback. Feel free to offer your thoughts.
**PART ONE**
*It happened the way these things often do… little by little, then all at once.*
CHAPTER 1
“Ugghh” Lilly thought to herself, rolling over. She kept the groan to herself, but it could just as well have been spoken. The disappointment was palpable in the darkness of her boyfriend’s apartment.
Dan had just emptied his cock into her pussy and rolled over, mumbling something that might have been an apology. Lilly felt warm wetness running from between her athletic thighs. Lilly loved cum. Normally the feeling of semen dripping out of her pussy aroused her immensely, but was not helping in the current atmosphere. Nor was the lack of satisfaction helping either, after yet another all-too-brief sexual encounter with her boyfriend of nearly two years.
Dan rolled over with a frustrated grunt of his own, this one audible.
“*Baby, it’s not a big deal.* *I enjoyed it.* *Honestly.* *I just don’t…*” she trailed off, courage beginning to falter.
“*I dunno Lilly, lately…”* Dan’s words seemed halfhearted, slurred by more than just alcohol.
“*What can I do?* *You’re either not in the mood, or you don’t stay hard, or you want me to talk about… stuff.* *And then you’re hard and you cum just like that.* *Seriously, baby, I love having sex with you.* *I love your cock.* *But I feel like… maybe I’m not enou…* *do you want something else*?”
Things had been this way for the last several months. Lilly and Dan were *the* couple, the sort of pretty people their social circle both loved and hated. They had a ton of friends, built through 4 years at university, 2 of them as a couple. Dan, the intelligent, sharp-eyed, cocky kid with a not-quite-unkempt mop of thick brown hair. He’d tighten up the haircut next summer when he went to work in his father’s investment business. Lilly, was the sort of like-opposite: gorgeous, curvy, blonde, middle-American. The kind of girl people assume comes from some state like Nebraska. She played sports and stayed out of trouble. Lilly was charming: outgoing and gregarious but reserved with all but her very closest friends. Insecure about her body, despite drawing looks from men wherever she went. She was proud of herself. Her grades, her family, her boyfriend, and – if not her body – her tits. Lilly had been the beneficiary of her mother’s genes: athletic, curvy, and impossibly shapely EE breasts set off by rosy areolae. When she was on the track team in HS, she had seriously considered a reduction. Now, no longer a competitive athlete, she had learned to enjoy them more, paradoxically exasperating her and empowering her for the attention they received.
“*Dan, talk to me… this has been going on for a while now.* *Ever since… well… you know.* *I swear it’s like if I’m not telling you about that story, or something like it, you don’t want me.* *Don’t get me wrong… I’ll do whatever turns you on, but it’s like… if it’s not that… you’re not interested.* *Why?”*
Lilly wasn’t usually this confrontational with Dan, whose brash, confident personality usually led for the two of them. Maybe it was the reflecting she’d been doing, maybe it was the thought of graduation and future and … she didn’t know. But enough was enough. Lilly, quiet, kind, and unpretentious despite her family, had desires and needs too. Desires she didn’t voice. Ever. And those desires did not include a life of sex with a boyfriend, nice cock or not, who either couldn’t stay hard, or who would quickly cum in just a minute or two whenever he asked her to talk dirty or (more recently) about her previous encounters. She knew from mixers and dance parties that men liked her. And she liked *that*. She was sure Dan’s porn watching was not helping either. Lilly loved Dan, she thought. Her dreams were always THEM, THEIR future, HIM. But something… was she getting … *tired*? *Bored*? That thought scared her.
“*I don’t know, Lil, what the fuck!?”* Her eyes went wide at Dan’s suddenly-awake irritability. “Shit turns me on, and you know you get off on it. You’re always coming on my cock!” That last carried with it a tiny little smirk, one that used to make her wet, but now brought a challenge with it. As he said it, the red-amber blink of the alarm light lit her face just enough that he could see her look away. And he knew, and she knew that he knew. Lilly was better at faking orgasms that she gave herself credit for, but with that single twitch of her eyes, momentarily lit in the darkened room, Dan now had reason for pause. After a moment, he continued:
“*I don’t know, baby, I just think it’s hot.* *You hooked up with that guy.* *Something about seeing some guy with his hands on these tits, his tongue in your mouth, I… I wanna fuckin’ punch somebody.”* He was getting agitated. “*But it’s kinda… like you’re my own personal porn star.* *It’s hot… I can’t get the image out of my head*. *Same thing everytime we go out to the bar and you dance.*”
“*But this is just talk right?* *You can’t really be turned on by me with other… what? … By cheating on you.”* Technically, it hadn’t been. They’d been briefly broken up over a summer early in the relationship when it happened.
“*No, look forget it. I gotta crash.”* He rolled over. And that was that. For her, the whole thing felt unresolved. Unfinished. And typical Dan: a conversation on his terms, ended on his terms.
Lilly, got up, retrieved her pale blue cotton panties and got up to go to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, and the remains of Dan’s semen glopped out of her pussy into the toilet. She sat back and began to piss. The jet-like hissing was echoed against the tiled surfaces of the bathroom. When she was done, she just sat there. And thought about the only other guy she had even kissed since she met Dan.
She hadn’t intended to hook up with ANYONE that night, let alone Eric Martinez. She was home for the summer, and was utterly sick over her separation from her new boyfriend Dan. They had a fight, she couldn’t remember now what it was even about. But it had been enough for them both to say things they hadn’t meant and ended up not speaking for several weeks. It was in her post-breakup depression that Shelly had found her and – quite literally – dragged her out of the house to a party. Lilly wasn’t much of a drinker, but that night she didn’t care. First beer, then liquor, then… she didn’t know. The night had been a hazy memory. But she remembered ending up behind the garage with the school’s star baseball player, Eric Martinez who had been a year ahead of her in HS. She didn’t think he even knew her name. But he had. Athletic, dark-eyed, tan, tall Eric Martinez with his easy confidence and megawatt smile. It hadn’t been like her. She didn’t even remember that it had been good. Soft, then more aggressive, her breasts pawed, hands in her panties, and ultimately on her shoulders letting her know what he had really wanted. He hadn’t asked. She couldn’t remember if he had pulled his cock out or if she had done it. What she did remember was gagging on it, spitting, nearly losing her stomach. And she remembered the sound he made. No one had ever cum in her mouth before. She hadn’t given many blowjobs at all. But she remembered the fear that she would drown.
Still sitting there in the bathroom, through closed eyes, Lilly’s mind wandered back to that moment. Maybe the circumstances turned her on even more than Eric the popular athlete. A relative stranger, the feeling of both guilt at “cheating” on her boyfriend, and maybe just a hint of a thrill at doing so. Her hand slid between her legs. She was already lubricated with a combination of her own moisture, Dan’s cum, and she thought with an alien mixture of revulsion and arousal, her own piss. She didn’t care. The dirtiness, the frustration at Dan, sitting in the bathroom, her feet on a cold floor, fingering herself in her filth drove her rapidly toward orgasm. Switching hands, she sucked her fingers the salt, and closed her eyes and pretended it was Eric, his cock throbbing cum into her mouth as she squatted on her heels in front of his cock on a warm summer night. Her fingers mashing down hard on the hood of her clit, while those of the other hand, one, then two, then three penetrated her opening with a pleasant stretching. The thought again: that she was meat for a stranger, a mouth, a hole to cum into. The feeling of fear as her mouth filled with the copious, thick, salty emission of someone who didn’t love her, maybe didn’t even want her for anything but a place to cum.
That thought did it. The spasm rocketed through her. Her legs straight out, thighs clamped on her wrist as her soaked pussy contracted, locking down on her fingers and pulsed the orgasm from her as her legs kicked and slid on the tile floor. Her thighs shaking, her toes flexing involuntarily, and only the tiniest squeak of a sound escaping from her mouth. She didn’t realize how long she’d been sitting there, but it it had been long enough for her to work up a fine sheen of sweat covering her her skin, dampening her hair even in the cool bathroom. It would take few minutes for her breathing to slow down, as she descended from the high of the orgasm, that she realized she had, without conscious action, stuffed her own pale blue panties in her mouth.
CHAPTER 2
A dull gray morning showed itself through the bedroom window. Lilly’s eyes opened to Dan’s back, wrapped in one of the Sigma Chi fraternity shirts he usually wore. Her thoughts returned to the frustration of the night before. No, of the culmination of what had been months of frustration. And to the direction her mind had taken afterward, alone in the bathroom. She was about to get up when Dan rolled over, groggily mumbling a drawn out *“suuuuuup baby”* through the last vestiges of his sleep. She started to snuggle as she usually did, then stopped herself. Not this morning. She wasn’t feeling it. This morning was resentment.
*“You should make me breakfast”* he said, with lidded eyes but that same cocky smile that was used to getting his way in matters small, and occasionally large.
She wasn’t hungry. *“Why don’t YOU get US breakfast?”* She responded, almost surprising herself. The tone wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t plaintive either. Dan’s eyes opened. He was used to Lilly doing whatever he wanted, with no more than an “okay baby.” He eyed her, furrowed his brow. Then set his jaw. *“I’m not getting* ***you*** *breakfast.* *TF is up with you this morning??”*
*“Nothing is wrong.”* she said. But she wasn’t trying to convince anyone. Dan had seen her like this before, and got his way this a smile and a touch. This would be no different. *“Come on, Lil.”* His hand slid up the warm skin of her thigh. She rolled away from him. He leaned in, kissing, then biting her shoulder. She didn’t move. He pulled her shoulder back to him, forcing her chest upward, a breast falling out of her white camisole. *“Mmmm….”* He grabbed and bit and licked at it.
*“Dan…”* she began to protest. He was already moving. A knee between her legs, his other hand already slipping inside the waistband of the panties she had replaced the night before. His fingers dug at her, roughly, clumsily. She wasn’t even wet. She was annoyed. He persisted. Fisting his dick in one hand, pulling her panties down, he pressed against her. He was breathing heavily now, trying to get his cock in her. He began pushing against her, sliding the head into her lips, seeking purchase in a jerky series of tries. His breath was gross on her neck.
*“Dan stop… I’m not…”*
*“oh you’re NOT” he mocked back at her, not quite playfully.* *“How’s this for interested?* *You want my cock?* *You want this hard dick?”* He finally entered her. The first few inches of his dick, which still wasn’t fully erect.
Lilly closed her eyes, and hoped he’d just cum quickly. As she did, she thought to the previous night, the orgasm that ripped through her, she thought of being used – as she was being used not – but not by the boy next to her. She wanted something else.
Dan stopped thrusting for a moment. *“Look at me.”* She opened her eyes but kept them fixed on the wall. *“Yeah, you’re wet now, you love this cock, don’t you”* She liked his dirty talk, sometimes, but this morning he’d hit the wrong note. “No, Dan.” This had become familiar territory. “What’s making you wet baby… you thinking about grinding on some other guy? Making out with some dude at a party? Some other guy’s tongue…. Licking…” He was was now fully hard.
And quietly, without any _________, something changed. Lilly looked at Dan, and said simply *“yes, I am.”* Dan slowed his thrusts, uncertainty crossing his face. Lilly had acknowledged that she enjoyed it when guys flirted with her. He figured it was good for some of those annoying insecurities girls always went on about. She’d told him about Eric Martinez (although not everything) but always in answer to HIS questions.
*“I am, Dan.* *I’m thinking about what it would be like to actually enjoy sex with a man.* *Someone who cares if I get off.* *Someone who doesn’t need a gimmick to make him hard.* *Someone who touches me and gets hard.* *Who smells me and needs to fuck.”*
Dan could hardly breath. *“Oh yeah…”* he began.
“Oh no.” She replied flatly, scooting up and in doing so removing him from inside her. She hated the loss of sensation, the empty feeling. *“This is not about talking dirty to you Dan.* *I’m serious.* *If you can’t show me that I’m sexually desirable to you… if you can’t show me satisfying sex…”*
She looked at him. His eyes wavered, his confidence gone, his breath short. But his cock was pointing straight up from his boxers, now shiny with her own fluid. She decided to press. She grabbled his cock in her hand… squeezing tightly enough for him to suck breath through his teeth. But he made no protest. *“If YOU can’t do this, then I will find someone who will.”* This was further than she had ever thought she would go. But she didn’t stop to wonder if he would call her bluff. He was still breathing short, rapid breaths, his hips trying to fuck her fist. *“You like that don’t you?* *You WANT to see me with my ass…. Grinding into someone.* *Don’t you”*
He moaned. She squeezed his cock in a vice like grip, making him gasp. She lowered herself looking up at him, with the innocent, all-american girl eyes that he’d first noticed when they met. “*You want to see me do more.* *You like the thought of me taking another boyfriend?”* She licked the swollen purple head of his cock, precum coating her tongue.
*“Gah…. Lilly”*
*‘You want to see my mouth on someone else.* *Kissing me, touching me, making me wet’.* She licked his cock again, this time longer, slower, from the base of his balls to the tip with a broad motion on the flat of her tongue.
*“Oh my god Lilly.”*
He was hers now. She climbed atop him, straddling him. *“You want to see me leave the bar with one of those guys I dance with?* *To know I’m going to go out to his car… that I’m going to fuck him in his front seat?* *While people walk by?”* She continued, pumping his cock with her fist, rubbing the shaft against her pussy, her fingers wrapped tight around the base. Her motion was leaving a trail of slick fluid smeared across her tummy, making a sticky mass of her blonde pubic hair.
Dan was bucking his hips beneath her*.* *“Oh fuck yes.* *Fuck him! Sit on my cock baby”*
*“No…”* she continued stroking him, feeling her own wetness running out of her in rivers, soaking his boxer briefs underneath her. She massaged her clit with her free hand. As she did, as she always did when aroused, her voice became higher, softer.
*“Tell me I can have another boyfriend to fuck me.”*
*“Oh fuck yeah baby… but his dick wont be as big as mine.”*
His confidence returning the smirk to his face that had evaporated minutes earlier.
*“But what if I do?”* she continued, stroking him with more urgency. *“What If I find a MAN, with a hard big beautiful dick to stretch my pussy more than yours…. Who will give me orgasms…. I get to fuck him.”*
*“Uh-huh… Oh god don’t stop im gonna…”*
“No” And her hand left his cock. It remained hard, veritical, twitching against her pubis on the knifes edge of eruping*.* *“I’m serious, Dan. I want to try it.”* She softly, gently rubbed her fingers through the slickness now freely leaking from his dick. She ran her nails over the crown. *“Tell me I can find a big hard cock to play with and I’ll let you cum”*
*“Oh yeah, yeah baby… fuck him”*
She grabbed his cock again, this time stroking him against her pussy with real intent. Dan gasped, arching his back as HIS orgasm approached. *“Tell me I can fuck someone, and I’ll let you watch.”*
He erupted with an anguished shout, his cock jerking in her hand, shooting its first streamer of warm cum in the air, splashing down onto her tits and camisole. The second shot onto her stomach, running down into her pubic hair, and the remains of dan’s orgasm pumped out from his cock and ran over her hand as he stared fixedly at the ceiling with his mouth wide open. She hadn’t had an orgasm of her own, she thought, as Dan’s cum soaked through her shirt, cooling against her skin. No, not an orgasm. She’d gotten something better.
“I love you babe” she cooed, wiping a bit of cum from her finger on his lip as she touched it.
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