Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... if you got all five of us?”

“I thought it would be hot! Like, you’re all fucking me, talking about me as if I’m some sex toy you all share, like, with no shame or anything. Just casually asking who gets to fuck me today or something.”

“Yeah, having orgies in the ComTech classroom. I get it,” Greg sarcastically replied. “So, you wanted a whole group to just have you as their sex toy.” I nodded. “And you hoped they would be eager, and know how to use you, but you wanted them to be, let’s say, mature and drama-free about it.” I nodded again, and Greg got a wild yet serious look and glared at me dead in the face.

“And you picked the Media Gang, the most awkward clueless group of virgins to be this experienced mature group?!”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re only seeing it from your perspective. The popular boys would be dumb and dramatic about it. They’d actually be selfish. With you guys, it’s like…” I shifted, then eventually stood up. “Like, I’m not

completely

dumb, Greg. I get that a lot of guys can use free use kinks to cover up being actually sexist jerks. But with the Media Gang, I know for a fact they won’t want to hurt me, they’ll go back to respecting me once we’re not horny, and-”

“And they won’t know what sex is, they’ll get new feelings and get confused, shit will get complicated, or, better yet, you’ll get what you want and they’ll see you as the group slut, but because they haven’t had a sexual relationship… ever, that’s what they’re always seeing ...

... you as. No turning it off. No ‘well, I’m not horny, time to see Ariel as my friend again,’ none of that. When they’re thinking about high school twenty years from now, what do you think they’re going to remember? ‘Ariel was a good friend and, oh yeah, I almost forgot, we fucked a few times,’ or, ‘I was in the Media Gang and one day this one chick lost her mind and wanted to be the group slut so we treated her like one’?” He paused, then pointed at me. “And don’t you dare get turned on at that last part.”

“You know me so fucking well, Greg,” I said half in anger, half with humor.

“I care, you know. I do care,” he insisted, pacing.

“I know,” I admitted. “I get you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

“Well, I might, but I might be trying to do something with you, but I get now is not a good time. Even if you’d be okay with it, we need

some

time without it. Some situations

need

to be sacred. And, I’ll be the first to admit, you took to this way smoother than I thought you would, but you need to learn that too.”

I sighed. “So what should I text Abe?”

“Be as honest as you can, but actually listen to me,” Greg replied. “Tell him you got into this stuff but you started going way too fast, and you didn’t think about how you were coming across. If I were you, I’d apologize, but I get you might be too proud or whatever to do that.”

I pouted. “I can apologize, don’t be mean.” I took out my phone. “And what about Drew?”

“What about him? He seems fine. He’s ...