Thanks everyone for the follows and kind words on my previous story. I’m definitely gonna keep them coming.
This next one is about Lauren, the 4th woman I slept with.
Initially I was gonna limit the stories to just the *really* wild ones, but I realized even the more tamer ones have their purpose, especially when it comes to the big picture regarding my journey.
Again, every experience has taught me something, and every woman has brought something different into my life that’s made me who I am today. Yes, my stories will mostly focus on the physical aspect of sex, but I also want the actual women themselves to get their recognition as well. I wouldn’t be here without them. I’ve been in my fair share of pussy, but every single one of them was attached to an individual. And no matter how high my partner count gets, I won’t lose sight of that. So while this is a celebration, in large part, of the female body (some specific body parts will be celebrated more often than others lol), it’s also a celebration of women in general.
This story won’t be a traditional one with a clear beginning, middle, and end – I’d rather just speak generally about this particular playful, lighthearted experience that ultimately had a big impact on my sex life. I’ll go back to the traditional, super passionate erotic stories after this one, so just bear with me.
Lauren was a friend from college that I grew closer to *after* we graduated. She was half latina, half white. She had tan skin, dark brown hair, hazel, almond-shaped eyes, and she had a pretty nice ass on an otherwise small frame. It was bigger than you’d expect for someone petite. She had two boyfriends throughout college though, so even if she *was* into me, nothing was ever gonna happen at that time. And I highly doubt she was into the old me. The nerdy me. But things were different now.
We followed each other on social media, so she got a chance to see the growth in my personal life, and we’d routinely reach out to each other and make small talk.
One day, she posted about her breakup with the guy she was with when we graduated, and I felt I had to reach out. Yes, ultimately my goal was to become a rebound, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. She was gonna fuck someone else eventually, I don’t see why it couldn’t be me. I was going after what I wanted.
Long story short, her boyfriend had cheated on her, and it left her reeling. They were already having problems before she found out, according to her. She said he wasn’t happy with their sex life, and she blamed herself for not being skilled enough. He was only her second sex partner, and she felt she just wasn’t good at the basics (riding, sucking dick, etc), and because of that, it forced him to look elsewhere for good sex.
I of course told her that was bullshit, and that she shouldn’t blame herself for his fuck up, while also intimating to her that I, too, was rather inexperienced, and had similar insecurities. Yes, I had slept with three different women inside of a month, but I had only had *actual* sex a total of five times, so everything was still very new, and I was still getting the hang of it.
The previous situations fizzled out quickly (such is the story of modern day dating), and I just didn’t have consistent opportunities to really learn how to fuck.
It was at this time she made a joke that we should “train each other,” so that we could gain some experience. I laughed, but it wasn’t a bad idea. Certainly not from *my* perspective, where every day I went without pussy was a day that didn’t make sense.
“No, but really. I mean, why not?” I asked, trying to will the joke into reality. All jokes have *some* level of truth to them, right?
“Haha. Hmmm…”
“We’re both noobs, we both need the EXP…”
“Hahaha.”
“We’re not in college anymore so if it gets weird, we don’t have to see each other.”
“Right…”
“All I’m saying is, I’m down if you’re down.”
“You might be onto something here, Bry.”
Ever since I lost my virginity, I had become bolder when it came to talking to women. I was upfront with my intentions, and I think, even if women weren’t into me (rejections were certainly very much still a thing for me), they at least respected my fearlessness. I made it known I wanted to fuck them, respectfully, of course, and they did whatever they wanted to with that information. But no longer would I hide what are natural urges – urges we all have. I certainly wasn’t gonna sit on the sidelines wondering “what if?” Those days were over.
It took all of one day for her to reach back out to me with an answer.
“Sooo…maybe we give this ‘training’ thing a try…”
“Hahaha, yesss! Just let me know when our first workout is.”
And with that, I was well on my way to making my fourth journal entry.
[Continued here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12jqenv/journey_to_100_women_brians_sexcapades_part_6/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12jq5q2/journey_to_100_women_brians_sexcapades_part_5
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