Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... sounds fun ;)

I couldn’t help but start laughing when I read that. Not even like a ‘haha’ laugh, just like, the motions of a laugh but completely out of shock. Panic. I was having a panic attack. That was it.

Luckily, it was pretty minor, so I did my best to calm down, and quickly added an addendum.

Just for the record, go slow and be patient. I’m a virgin, and I’ve never done anything like this. I will probably make a few mistakes.

Greg watched as I typed this part, and it seemed to actually be the part that concerned him the most for whatever reason. He looked at me, not even attempting to hide the concerned confusion on his face, and started typing again.

youre a virgin but you want someone to just start touching you or fucking you with no warning? no offense but you dont even know your own body yet. you should prob have youre first time before doing this sex toy thing.

I glared at him for a bit, before putting my hands on the keyboard, never taking my eyes away from him as I typed.

your*

He grinned, but reached forward.

im serious.

I rolled my eyes. I thought boys were the ones to be too simplistic and black-and-white about sex, not the ones to make things complicated.

Okay then, during our first time I’ll light a candle. I don’t give a fuck who I lose my virginity to. Do you remember who you played your first video game with? It means the same thing to me.

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

im not being sentimental, dumbass. im ...

... saying that you need to know how to walk before you run. you need to know how sex works before you start breaking its rules. do you remember how bad you were when you played your first video game? imagine you played it on hard mode.

I had a steely face on, but even after he retracted his arms, I remained, digesting what he meant. I could feel him looking at me, so I reached my hands forward again.

So free use sex is normal sex on hard mode, and I should have sex normally first?

He didn’t bother to reply via text. He just nodded. “Definitely,” he added, breaking the spell of us not talking. “Trust me, I’m not being sentimental. Future You is going to thank you. Otherwise, you’ll get confused, or miss some important cues, or think one thing is something when it’s actually another… Like, no offense, but just take it from a guy who’s actually been there before. You can’t go from zero to a hundred. That’s not me challenging you, that’s me saving you from getting confused and also from being…” He leaned in and whispered. “…Bad at sex.” He leaned back.

I whispered too, without leaning in. “How bad can I be if I’m just a toy and other people are the ones using me?”

“Trust me,” he said simply. “If you want me to show you the ropes, let’s just meet at my place. I can do tomorrow after school.”

I marveled at him. “You really are good at seeing this as just a transaction thing,” I commented as I closed the text file, my confession lost to the heavens like Firefly Season ...