Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... always been the one with the least drama in the group,” he replied, pacing around. “Do what you want. I’m not here to micromanage your life. But I won’t always be here to listen to you cry on a school toilet for ten minutes either.” He walked to the door. “I should head back to class. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied. “Th-thanks for being here.”

“You got it,” he casually said, then hesitated. “I know we’re supposed to hang out after school today. My challenge to you is to think about whether we should do something. You know, whether it would feel right. I’m still down, for the record, but you gotta promise me you’ll think about whether it feels right.”

I was texting Abe, but I was listening too. “I’ll do my best,” I told him, and watched him leave. Boys definitely made sex more complicated than they liked to believe.

***

Greg was so proud when we hung out. To him, I was acting all noble and thoughtful, deciding that we wouldn’t fool around so that I could take things slower. And part of it was true, I kind of didn’t want to give Greg any kind of sexual satisfaction after playing high-and-mighty with me, even if some things he said were right. So instead, I just invited Drew over afterwards.

Most guys would be dreaming of a girl being home alone, but Drew was… well, Drew was Drew, so his first response was confusion.

“Shouldn’t your parents be home? It’s, like, seven at night. Are they at work or something?” He’d just keep asking ...

... questions, all while I just wanted to get into my bedroom.

“How should I know?” I asked, annoyance pricking through my words.

“How should you kn- so, we’re home alone?” Drew asked nervously as we went into my room. “Woah, nice. Oh cool, you’ve even got a lil’ green screen thing set up!”

“Yeah, I got it off eBay,” I said distractedly, realizing we were not in fact home alone. “Uh, my little brother is home, but he does his own thing,” I added, while swiftly texting my brother that he might want to think about putting his noise-canceling headphones on.

“So you must have gotten it recently, right?” Drew continued. “I mean, I don’t think I saw anything involving a greenscreen in any of your recent videos.”

Weirdly, that was the thing that made me stop. “Any of my…?”

“Yeah! Your newest one was the one with the live-action Scooby Doo movie, right? Or am I missing one?”

I felt almost dumb, standing there, suddenly a little nervous. “No, uh… no, that was the newest one, yeah. You… watched it?”

“Yeah! I think it was really cool. Like, I didn’t really think that hard about the movie when I saw it, but I really like how you think about movies. And I know the yelling bit is just a character you put on, but it’s still so clear how passionate you are about movies.”

Why was I looking at the floor? Why was I giggling? Why did Drew care about my videos? It was weird. “Um, thanks!” I managed to say. “I didn’t think you watched my shit.”

“Come on, Ariel, it’s not ...