[MF] I slept with someone else’s ‘Sugar Baby’

*Once upon a time, I met a Semi-Pro Athlete in Japan.*

So, you meet a lot of people on The Apps when you’re a white man in Japan. A lot of people trying to practice their English. A lot of people just interested in talking with someone from another country. More people looking for English lessons. And eventually you find people actually looking to meet, hook up, and whatever else you’d like to do.

One day, I was bored and swiping on a train when I matched with Risa. She was really pretty, but also short and stocky, strong and built. I originally didn’t have high hopes for our interactions: while she was flirty and chatty, she also was very reluctant to meet up at all. I had filed her in the “not interested” box, but was consistently surprised about the things she would want to talk about.

Like, “What do you like about Japanese girls?”

Or, “Are you a good kisser?”

*Pro-tip: don’t ask a guy if he’s a good kisser if you don’t intend on actually kissing him!*

It was… confusing, to say the least. And frustrating. Every time I got the sense she wanted to get together and for something to happen, she’d flake and make excuses. Until finally, one day, I insisted that she tell me, and she did.

“My sponsors wouldn’t like it if I went out with you,” she said.

See, Risa was an athlete of an individual sport. She was fairly successful, but not successful enough to make a living completely off of her winnings and endorsements. Plus, there was practices, coaches, diets, and gear to pay for. Being a pro athlete is expensive.

So, Risa had “Sponsors.” These were rich, old men who financed her competitions, who sent her money to buy her equipment and travel to tournaments. In return, she would go out to dinner with them, or attend meetings with them. And apparently, at least one of them was quite… protective of her, and wanted her to “focus on her sport, and not on boys.”

*This was apparently common at her level of competition.*

“Oh my god,” I said. “You’re a sugar baby.”

“Nooooo!” she replied. “It’s not like that! I don’t sleep with them, we just talk!”

*I asked what she did to relieve herself if she couldn’t have a boyfriend. She replied that she had a very good vibrator.*

With my questions answered, I stopped pushing to meet her in person. While she was super fit and it seemed like hooking up with her would be all kinds of fun, I just couldn’t square that with the risk of losing her career.

A few months later – during which we had kept talking – I told her that I was moving away, back to North America. She was sad to see me go, she said. “We have to go out to karaoke!” she said.

“What about your sponsors?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, it will just be once. It’s fine!”

Well, ok then. I did my job, put up the requisite level of resistance. So a few days before I shipped home, I met up with Risa for the first time. She gave me a happy hug and booked us a room in the karaoke bar.

There’s this magical thing in Japanese karaoke called *nomihodai*. It’s basically all-you-can-drink, where you pay a flat fee and then the drinks keep coming. I first discovered the dangers of this on my first karaoke night when I ordered a rum and coke and the bartender asked if I wanted a glass or a pitcher. I blinked for a moment and said, “pitcher.”

So there Risa and I were, snacking on deep-fried foods and downing watered-down cocktails by the glass, belting out terrible renditions of Disney songs and Britney Spears hits. Despite this being the first time we had met, it was like we were already old friends.

Our first slot was for two hours. We signed up for two more. By this point we were both incredibly tipsy and leaning against one another for support. Risa turned to me and said, “I shouldn’t be here right now.”

I was taken aback. “What? This was your idea!”

“I know but I shouldn’t be here. If we get caught it would be bad.”

I back away from her, confused. “We can leave, you know. Separately. If you’re worried.”

She leaned back into me, ignoring my drunken attempts to get her out of this situation she apparently saw herself in. “This is a bad idea.”

“I know.”

“I should stop this.”

“You should.”

She kissed me. I looked at her, slightly horrified, and then shrugged and kissed her back.

We were off to the races. Her hands grabbing at my shirt, my hands grabbing at her skirt, our mouths glued together. She was already half on top of me and she went the other half, fully straddling me and letting me lift her shirt up to reveal her plain bra. She moaned into my mouth when I touched her, when I felt her.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” I said, inches away from being totally carried away.

“We can’t go back to my place,” she said. “Where do you live?”

We took the train back to my apartment. We sat in different cars. The entire trip, I had a million thoughts swirl through my head. Most of them were some combination of “What are you doing?” and “Holy fuck, what is happening?” and “I am so totally getting laid tonight.”

She followed me to my apartment and I surreptitiously let her in. We 100% thought we were being sneaky, but we 100% were not. We stumbled into my messy, half-packed room and she flopped down on my bed. I climbed on top of her and it was like we hadn’t stopped.

I wondered what she was thinking when we were sitting apart on the train, and my question was answered as I felt her hands unbuttoning my pants.

“Get these off right now,” she gasped, and I obliged, taking time to yank off her skirt and panties as well. My fingers found her slit and went inside as she pulled me close for a deep, wet kiss. She moaned in my mouth as I felt her, felt her wetness and her tightness, her hands roaming over every inch of my body, awkwardly stroking me and getting me nice and hard for her.

She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her, sliding my cock inside her. “Please,” she begged, and I thrust deep inside her. Her moans turned to squeals as I fucked her, my cock plunging inside her, filling her up.

“You feel so fucking good,” I gasped out. “Fuck, Risa.”

One of my hands was in her hair, grabbing and pulling it. She moaned louder as I did. The other was wrapped around her, rubbing her clit with my fingers as my cock was moving inside of her.

She collapsed into the bed, gasping, face beet red, arms given out as her entire body shook. I grabbed her ass, then, our bodies clapping together until I came just a moment later, joining her in the wet mess we had made of my sheets.

It was a minute before I heard a sniffle and I realized she was crying.

“Risa…? Fuck, oh no, we shouldn’t have done that…”

“What? No,” she replied, wiping her face. “That was really good. I just think, we could have done that so much.”

I smiled at her and handed her a tissue. And then I kissed her forehead, crawled down her body, and ate her out.

But three days later I was on a plane to Hong Kong, and that was that. As far as I’m aware, her Sponsors never found out about our night, and she continued to compete.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12xqnzl/mf_i_slept_with_someone_elses_sugar_baby