The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03

... high school girl giving up her virginity. They either just flirted, or he had been balls deep in them on the first "date." Which is why he was so confused, and aroused, by the notion that she intended to let some other guy take her ... step by step ... and only deny him the things she had given to the other man.

How would that work? He couldn't get his head around it. There would be a point where she had seemingly-reluctantly agreed to give the other guy a hand job, and then she wouldn't stroke him to completion any longer? And then she would agree to a blow job, and John would no longer get those? But at least she would still be having the main course with him, just fewer and fewer of the appetizers? And how would that work on the other end of the spectrum? Would she grant the other guys sexual favors but avoid kissing him? Or would simple romantic kisses also be things that John found himself doing without, at least for the duration of her well-planned seduction, his first and perhaps only full-blown cuckolding experience?

His military history coursework kicked in, and the whole scenario sounded like fighting a rear-guard action; falling back before a superior force, surrendering territory in order to be able to make a last stand around the homeland. It felt like ... doom. And for some reason, the thought made him hard as steel.

He was used to reading stories where it happened the other way around. The woman "gave her pussy" to another man, and the hapless cuck ...

... had to settle for the occasional hand job, the chaste kiss, the sexless cuddle in bed. He wondered if, in her scenario, he would have lost even those precious pleasures by the time the hammer came down.

***

When he came into the apartment, Al was in the living area, on the floor, on a yoga mat, doing some stretching exercises. The television was on behind her, and some lithe Asian woman was doing the same exercises on the screen.

"Hey babe," she greeted him, and reached over to pick up the remote control and mute the volume on the TV. But she didn't get up. Which was fine with him; he liked watching her exercise. Whether she was in spandex tights and a sports bra, or just loose jogging shorts and a tank top like today. It sure beat watching the ninth inning of the Nationals' 90th loss, which had been his plan.

"Hey backatcha," he replied. "Don't get up! I'll be right back."

He passed through to the kitchen, just long enough to grab a beer and return to the living room. She had taken him at his word, and was still sitting on the floor, legs spread, stretching her sensuous body. Her sun-streaked blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, which -- when she stretched her neck and pointed her chin to the ceiling -- fell all the way down to where the small of her back met the swell of her luscious rump.

God, he loved watching her exercise.

He took a sip of his beer and watched her bend to the left, one arm stretched over her head, until an appreciable portion of one ...