Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... soothed. “Enjoy the feelings, dude. That’s what this is about. I’m not, uh… I don’t think any differently of you or whatever. If you wanna cry…” I gestured outwards. “Go nuts.”

He chuckled and shook his head. Mister President, a second tear had dropped onto my stomach. “You say that,” he admitted, his voice getting cloudier with crying.

I dunno what possessed me to do what I did next, but even though I wanted to be used and for this to mean nothing, I took his chin in my hand and held his face up to mine. “You don’t have to say anything,” I told him, and moved my face in to meet his. We kissed for a few seconds as Drew felt comfortable enough to start picking up speed. We didn’t say another word as the thrusts got deeper, longer, and better. This was it, Drew was fucking me. And whether it was sweet or nothing, to him, I didn’t even care. This was fun, and he was using my body. That’s what I wanted. As a little bonus, he was cute as fuck while doing it.

***

The nurse was just invasive. Asking so many damn questions, most of them some variety of a condescending, “you know you shouldn’t be doing that, right?” Finally, after doing way too much paperwork, she finally saved us both some time and agreed to help me with the STD check. She assured me it was confidential and my parents didn’t have to sign anything, which was good in two ways – number one, they’d flip if they knew I was having sex, and number two, I hadn’t really seen them in over forty-eight hours. Maybe ...

... they were home on the weekend, but I didn’t really check.

She probably didn’t like the collar I was wearing. I bet Mr. Whittleton didn’t either, but all he did was look away when I came to class, which suited me just fine. Still, looking like a slut was all I was going to get up to today; I promptly sat down next to Abe and got to work without saying or doing anything weird.

After a few minutes, he gave me a sideways glance. “You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, just doing some touch-ups,” I replied. “The tweens are kinda off on the text, you didn’t do the keyframes right.”

“I meant the whole… choker thing,” he replied, leaning in. “I did them fine, the file must have changed when we re-opened it today.” He watched me click a few things. “Yeah, see? I already added that thing yesterday.”

“I’m not trying to make things weird for you, I just wanted to wear this,” I answered plainly, my eyes on the screen. “I, uh, probably came on too strong yesterday, and maybe I shouldn’t have. So we can just pretend I didn’t say anything yesterday, if you want.”

Abe looked at me. I couldn’t see what expression he had on his face, since I was just staring straight ahead. “Nah, you’re good,” he eventually said. “I did say, it was a lot to take in at once. I’ve kinda, y’know, processed it now. Plus, when girls say shit like that, you can’t really think anything but, like, it’s a prank or something.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because girls never talk like that,” he plainly replied.

“I ...