Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... having a cruth on me.”

“Nah, not a crush. I’m not looking to date anyone. But yeah, I’m bi, so me being free-use… it doesn’t apply to just boys, you know?”

“Oh…” Harmony said, looking away and blushing. “Tho, like, you’d jutht like to… fool around with a girl too?”

I squeezed my legs together. I was wet, though at this point, it wasn’t a great surprise. “Yeah, or more accurately, I’d just like for a girl to use me to get off. You know… ride my face or something.”

Harmony blushed. “I thee, I thee. But like… even then, you’d probably want a pretty girl who’th all articulate, and thpeakth properly, and…”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, putting my hand on her shoulder. She slowly looked at me. “Harmony,” I began, “I want to be with a girl that I trust. You’re right, being pretty is an upside, but that just also means it would be good to be with you.”

“I… what?”

“Yeah, I could have worded it better, but I’m calling you pretty, you dummy.”

Harmony turned away. “That’th nithe to thay, but I’m not pretty. I know that.”

“Yeah, well, I know you are. We’re at an impasse.” I paused, and she didn’t say anything. “Let’s start with this: if I was totally willing to eat you out, would you want that?”

Harmony blushed an even deeper shade of red. Still looking away, she closed her eyes and nodded. How cute.

I smiled and stood up, taking her hand in mine. “Then how about a trip to the bathroom?” I asked. She didn’t resist, though it was clear this was ...

... going to be yet another member of the Media Gang where I was going to have to take initiative. Typical.

As we walked, it crossed my mind that this could be the one time I could go to the regular bathroom instead of the unisex one. That said, any girl could walk in on us at any time, and as much as I was into free use, the idea of getting caught by a prude and being made to tell my parents what I was doing… it didn’t thrill me.

So, here I was again, in the unisex bathroom, explaining to a pink-faced person what we’d do if someone was outside when the first person left. Harmony, still pink in the face, just nodded and walked inside. When I walked in and closed the door behind me, I saw her, sitting down on the closed toilet, her pink face in her hands.

I chuckled. “We don’t

have

to do anything, you know,” I told her. “I didn’t mean to, like, foist this on ya.”

“It’th okay,” she said quietly. “I totally want to. It’th like, I can’t believe thomeone elthe wantth me, you know?”

“Harmony,” I all but groaned. “You’re a beautiful person. I get you feel insecure sometimes, but…”

“It’th not a me thing. People alwayth bully me about my eye or my lithp. They tell me that no one will want to be with me.”

“And here I am, offering to eat you out,” I replied with a motion of my hands. “I never said that, did I? Just sounds like you were talking to the wrong people, and now you’re talking to the right person.”

Harmony slowly smiled. “I gueth I am,” she softly ...