Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... “Jesus,” he muttered. “This is still so surreal.”

I cleaned off my mouth. “Do you think you’d want to do this again, or was this a one-time thing?” I asked. “No judging either way.”

“I honestly have zero clue,” Drew laughed. “I’m still processing all this. I mean, I loved the blowjob, and of course I want to be your friend, but this is so many feelings. I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Okay,” I said with a smile, standing up. “Do you want to leave first or should I?”

***

“And you really just told him, point-blank, no stuttering or walking things back? You weren’t awkward at all?” Greg grilled me.

“Yup,” I said nonchalantly as I typed in my newest video’s de***********ion. “I just told him calmly we were fucking, it somehow got to ‘would you do that with,’ I think it was, ‘Harmony,’ and I told him I’d do it with anyone from the Media Gang, including him. He was the awkward one, actually, asking if I’d do it with him and stuff.”

“Huh,” Greg mumbled, lying down on my bed. “I really thought it would play out differently than that. But hey, congratulations, slut.”

“Thanks!” I said distractedly, thinking up a good title. ‘Aristocats Review’ was too plain, and there had to be a cat pun in there somewhere. All too quickly, I felt Greg’s presence beside me. “You got anything?” I asked, not looking away, hoping he could come up with a good title.

“Yup,” he said smugly, and I turned to see him standing next to me, his dick aligned with my mouth. On instinct, I ...

... grabbed it and took it into my mouth, sucking him off instantly. “Unh. Good girl.”

I took my mouth off of him. “You seen the Aristocats? See if you can come up with a good title for a review,” I told him casually before going back to sucking his dick.

“I have no idea what that means,” he told me before groaning again, grabbing my head. “Now shut up.”

***

Abe was a tough nut to crack. Now that I had two of the boys under my belt in the Media Gang, it seemed like I was challenging myself to get all of them, and Abe was the one I set my sights on next. Only problem was, unless it was about a topic he already wanted to talk about, Abe wasn’t really that interested. I made way more progress with the guy over text than I did in person, and given Abe was dry as fuck over the phone, that wasn’t a good sign.

So instead, I tried to clue him in to what I was doing, sitting next to him and chatting with him briefly before trying to make it obvious I was leaving the room with Drew or Greg or something. The cool thing about all this was, as long as I was leaving first, Whittleton just kept his head down at his desk and didn’t ask any questions. I made the dude feel too awkward to step to me again, and I was milking that opportunity for everything it was worth. Served him right for never teaching us anything anyway.

The first few times I went to the bathroom with Drew or behind the school with Greg, Abe probably didn’t even notice. Luckily, we had a group project assigned, so I ...