Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... guess I’m… ugh, this is cringe… not like other girls,” I said gingerly.

Abe and I looked at each other and shared a small laugh. “Anyway, if you would actually enjoy it… I wouldn’t say no,” Abe said slowly. “But like… I don’t think I’d want something like that often. But fuck, if the offer is there… worst thing that can happen is we just go back to being friends.”

“Worst thing that can happen,” Greg’s voice flooded in from behind us, “is that things get complicated and you two stop being friends or it’s hard to look at each other anymore.” We both looked behind us to see him standing, looming over us.

“Oh look, it’s the voice of treason,” I dryly noted. “Jealous?”

“Just passing by,” Greg replied in a low voice, ensuring nobody heard our conversation. “And giving you

both

a warning.”

“You don’t own me,” I said defiantly. “Let me make my own mistakes, okay?”

“Your mistakes could make the whole Media Gang fall apart,” Greg warned.

“Well right now I sure wouldn’t complain if you stopped talking to me for like a week,” I continued, my eyebrows lowered. “Stop blocking me from getting any dick but yours, okay? I get it, you’re possessive.”

Greg stared at me for a bit, then slowly shook his head. “Whatever,” he sourly noted, then quickly left.

“Wow,” Abe murmured. “What was that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Greg’s been weird lately,” I answered plainly. “Doesn’t really affect me though. It’s not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

“Or who you ...

... want,” Abe joked dryly.

“Or who I want,” I agreed. “Don’t worry, he’s fine with the whole sex thing, he just thinks I’m moving too fast or whatever.”

“I guess I can understand,” Abe said diplomatically. “I mean, it was weird for me. Maybe now it’s weird for him too.”

“Sucks for him,” I bluntly replied.

“I’d rather it suck for me…?” he attempted, then we both laughed.

“That stank,” I chuckled.

“Yup, sure did,” he admitted. We both worked for a bit before he piped up again. “So, you free this week?”

***

“I get it,” I told Greg sternly, despite my face being mashed against the bathroom floor. “But it still comes across as possessive.”

“Not my fault how it comes across,” Greg grunted, slamming into my pussy. I winced, wishing that my face was against something soft right now, like a plush carpet. Being face down ass up was hot as fuck, but at this point my cheek was probably going to bruise.

“I mean, he said yes,” I reasoned. “And I’m definitely going to ask Harmony too. Raven… you made a good point about Raven. I’ll think about him.”

“When’s the last time you even talked to Raven?” Greg asked, grabbing my hips and drilling me hard. “The dude’s just… there.”

“Yeah, I know,” I admitted. “Fine, whatever. Four is enough. But Abe and I made serious progress today, then you just waltz in. What’s up with that?”

“I told you,” he simply replied, going balls deep then grinding his pelvis against mine for a bit. I felt his cum start to flood my insides. ...