It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.
Author: dangerousdesires21
[F/MM] A Simple Arrangement – Chapter 3
I decided to skip class that day. I was already late, and I couldn’t imagine sitting through my morning class with my pussy full of Brett’s cum. I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I knew I was frustrated. I was so close to coming and never got the chance to. I thought about finishing myself off, but that would just make me feel even more pathetic. Even more, it would prove that I enjoyed it.
I took a hot shower and let the steaming water wash through my hair. It felt soothing on my skin. My inner thighs were still sticky with cum, so I washed myself. My fingers paused a moment longer on my clit, but I forced myself to stop. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, knowing I could make my later classes if I hurried. As I got dressed, I decided to skip the panties. I was still sore from when Brett took me in the kitchen. He was an ass, but his cock was much thicker than I was used to. I slid on a pair of black leggings. The smooth fabric felt amazing. They were a bit see-through if I was bent over, but I would be sitting down most of the day anyway, so who cares. I threw on a light sweater that hung off one shoulder and just enough makeup to make it look like I hadn’t just rolled out of bed. I pulled my blonde hair back into a tight ponytail and headed out to class.
[F/M] A Simple Arrangement – Chapter 2
I awoke the following day feeling about like I expected I would. The arousal I felt while I had Brett’s cock in my mouth had slipped away and was replaced with an intense feeling of shame. Was I really the type of girl who would suck dick for a month of free rent? Then I remembered the deal included a lot more than a one-time blow job. Surely, he hadn’t been serious. His ‘Whenever, wherever’ speech had to have been just talk. Right?
I lay in bed contemplating this question and so many others. On the one hand, I hated that I asked for help, and it was hard to push past the embarrassment of the situation. But, on the other hand, I couldn’t deny that not paying the money back would be a lifesaver. It took a huge weight off my shoulders, even if it did add a new degree of complication. It was hard to admit, but I also found the situation a little hot. I thought about Brett’s thick cock in my mouth and couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to be inside me. My hand slowly worked its way underneath the covers to my clit. I was only wearing comfortable cotton panties, and the soft fabric felt fantastic against me as I massaged myself. If Brett was serious, I wondered how he would fuck me first. My guess was that he was a doggy-style type of guy who wouldn’t miss the opportunity to push my face into the mattress while his cock slammed deep into me from behind. I let a tiny moan escape my lips as I thought about it. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
[F/M] A Simple Arrangement- Chapter 1
I was fucked. Well, not literally fucked. That would have been one thousand times better than the situation I was in. I’ve always worked hard to provide for myself and not need help from anybody. I hated being dependent on other people. One reason is that my father raised me better than that. He raised me to be a strong, confident woman who could take care of herself. When my father taught me how to drive, he didn’t let me fire the engine before I knew how to change my own oil and rotate the tires.
The second reason is a little deeper than that. In my experience, if someone offers to do you a favor, there are strings attached. That’s if they even follow through. When I’ve actually swallowed my pride and asked for help, I was simply let down most of the time. On the rare occasion that someone actually followed through, they were sure to hold it over my head at every available opportunity.