Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... have sex with anyone else as long as I was with her, even if we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”

I nodded, squeezing my legs together again. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“So, what’s your story? I mean, unless it changed, you don’t date. Did you just find some guy you want to keep on the down low?” I didn’t say anything, so he stopped working and turned to me with a cheeky grin. “If it’s private, I won’t make fun of you. The others will never know. It can just stay between us.”

I looked at him for a bit, nervously exhaling. “I can tell you, but… if I do, you have to promise that. And promise not to judge me. Even if it turns out you can’t help me out, you either don’t change how you treat me or I kill myself.”

“Damn, this sounds intense,” Greg muttered. “No need to get defensive. Just say it.” I paused for a long time, just facing the computer screen, and Greg’s eyes followed mine. He shrugged. “Or type it.”

I liked that idea more. I nodded slowly, then pulled up a blank word file. My fingertips landed on top of the keys, not hitting a single key yet, and Greg watched intently as my jaw trembled. I chuckled in nervousness, and turned to him. “Don’t look as I’m typing,” I softly ordered. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

He shrugged and turned back to his computer, still working. I waited for a minute or so, making sure he truly was working, then started typing.

I was wondering if you wanted to help me. So, I have needs, and they’ve been growing lately. I ...

... really need someone to hook up with, but not a stranger who can get feelings or think I’m someone I’m not, then try to out me to the whole school if it turns bad.

I want someone to use me. I don’t even want a friend with benefits. I want to be used, like someone’s personal sex toy. If you say yes, you can have me and use my body any time you want. Preferably, don’t even acknowledge it. Anytime we’re alone (and we can hang out whenever), just start touching me. I’ll always want it. And even if I don’t look like I want it, use me anyway.

Just let me know if you don’t want that. We can forget I ever said this. But if you say no and bring this up to anyone, I will jump out the fucking window.

Concise? Enh, could be better. If I had more time I would have written a shorter speech. Once I looked it over, I squeezed my eyes shut, poked Greg in the shoulder, then buried my head in my hands.

My pulse pounded in my ears. My pussy radiated heat, its needy pulse like a second heart. I didn’t dare look up, feeling the warmth and hearing the breathing from Greg, leaning in to read the paragraph. After an eternity and a half, I felt him reach forward and type something – couldn’t have been longer than a sentence – then move back, poking me in the shoulder in turn.

I slowly removed my face from my hands and looked at the screen, seeing three paragraphs… he wrote all that…? Oh, wait, they were my paragraphs. Duh. I looked at the bottom and saw he added four words.

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