Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... paused. “I’m not gonna lie, the idea of you doing stuff with other guys while we do this would be… weird. But, like, maybe I can just get over that. Just maybe don’t tell me about it, and we can go from there. And we can always stop, right?”

“Oh definitely,” I replied.

“And there wouldn’t be any weirdness from you?”

“Not unless you did something to hurt me or something. Like, if I’m going to stop being your friend, it won’t be because of sex reasons. It would be because you did something that made me want to stop being your friend.” I held up a finger. “But that includes being too weird or possessive about sex stuff.”

Drew looked away. “I

want

to believe I can be mature about that stuff, but…” He shrugged. “If you can believe it, Ariel, I’m still a virgin,” he said in a joking voice, as if that fact was obvious.

“Well, we can start small. I can blow you and we’ll see if you get weird or feelings happen,” I offered.

“Blow me? Like… a blowjob? Like, oral sex?” Drew asked, seemingly in disbelief that this was even happening.

I shrugged. “I told you. Free use slut. The idea of sucking a guy’s cock is hot.”

He scratched his head again. “Uh… yeah. Sure. But wait, where would we..?”

I smiled, thanking Greg mentally. I’m sure it wasn’t the most ideal place, especially since Drew apparently had a crush on me of all things, but hey, the bathroom worked for me and Greg, with Drew it could work just fine. Few more words were exchanged before I led ...

... Drew to what was now becoming a familiar bathroom.

“Wait, here?” Drew asked. “How do we leave?”

“You leave first and I wait a few minutes. I lock the door behind you. As long as no one is there, people are none the wiser.”

“Um, and what if people are there?” Drew asked.

“Then you tell them the toilet is backed up and to find somewhere else, and I hide behind the wall,” I said as if it was obvious.

“Huh,” Drew mumbled out loud. “That’s… clever, Ariel.”

I beamed. “Thank you,” I said casually, the both of us looking behind us before getting in and closing the door. Drew paced around the room nervously while I got on my knees. I chuckled. “Cold feet?” I asked.

“This is just such a big thing,” Drew mumbled. “For me. I get this is nothing for you. And it’s supposed to be nothing. But… like, do I just whip it out?”

“That’s the idea,” I told him. “Or, you can sit on the toilet and I can take it out for you, if you want.”

Drew stared at me, half smiling, half like I was crazy. “Okay,” he eventually said. “Wait, but that means I’d have to get up again to take my pants off…”

“Oh my god,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Lean against the wall, and tell me to take it out. I’m supposed to be the one getting free used here.”

“I’ll get there, I’ll get there,” Drew nervously chuckled. “This

is

my first time.” He leaned against the wall, and I crawled over to him while he just winced.

I smiled. “Just look away,” I nearly laughed. “It’s like ripping off a ...