Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... making someone sign me in and out of the classroom when I don’t have to do it in other classrooms, who’s being bossy?” I reasoned. Drew, always the mediator, shrugged instead of arguing back, and we walked back into the room.

Whittleton was so stupid. He really thought this would make me want to dip out of class less, but all this did was present me with an opportunity to hang out one-on-one with Drew. Number one, Drew was my friend, and number two, he rarely liked hanging out with people one-on-one after school, so this was just a cool opportunity. But number three, it wasn’t like I only wanted to see if Greg was on the up-and-up. This could have been quite the opportunity indeed.

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Matthew was still being kind of weird to me. He had this annoying thing going on, whatever it was. After all of my calls with The Amazing Channel, he would message me and try to ask small-talk questions like how my day was going, what my last video was about, or whatever. And yet, he talked to me less and less during the actual group calls…? It was like he didn’t want to talk to me in the group, just when I was with him. It was just so transparent. If he wanted to know about my videos, he could just… watch them? They were good videos. I worked hard on them. (Except for the Over the Hedge one, I kinda phoned that one in.)

I wasn’t dumb. I could understand he was pretending to be interested in me as a person so we could get to know each other better and he could get me to open up to ...

... him sexually or something. Like, I get he knew I was into free use, and I guess some girls were into the idea of literally any guy taking them, but like, I had standards, you know? Plus, it didn’t help that he was like a decade older than me. Hell, even if he thought I was twenty-one, that still made him “six years older than me.” It was kinda weird.

On the flipside, Drew was weird about hanging out one-on-one. It started out innocently enough, with him walking me to the bathroom and awkwardly saying goodbye. Most days, I could walk a little slower and get him to talk about Settlers of Catan or Runescape or some of the things he was into. I wasn’t really into them, but Drew was kinda meek so it was nice to hear him be halfway passionate about something.

Eventually, I convinced Drew to tag along while I just walked around the school. He was hesitant at first, but I told him I was on my period (not a lie at the time) and that I needed to walk off the pain, and if he ever questioned how that would help, I just said “girl things, you wouldn’t get it.” Foolproof. It was genius – he couldn’t question it without making it seem like he, a man, knew my body more than me, and he knew that looked really bad for guys, so he had to go along with it.

Drew got more used to two things – going along with my bullshit excuses to do less and less important things during class, and talking to me one-on-one. After I’d exhausted his love of board games, I tried to do the same with DnD – ...