Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... incredulously. “

You

were the one that said she looks like she enjoys it!! She asked me to explain it and I did.”

“Guys, I’m not upset,” I cut in, in a way softer voice than I normally used. I squeezed my legs together. I was so incredibly wet. I needed to log off soon and spend some quality time with my fingers. For a millisecond, I thought about lying, but… these guys were my family. I couldn’t lie to my family. “I honestly never even considered that could be a thing. That’s all.”

Matthew guffawed. “Wow Ariel, never? You talk a big game, but you are way more innocent than we thought you were.”

I breathed in and out. I couldn’t lie to my family. “Oh no Matthew,” I began in a low voice. “I’m uh… I think about sex a lot. Like, you want blunt? I have to get off like three times a day,

minimum

.”

In the webcam view, I saw Cartoon Critic drop his beer can.

“I don’t even watch porn anymore because it’s too tame for me. It’s also super manufactured, you know? If I’m gonna finger myself, it needs to be to something real. Something freaky. So this free use thing is, uh… it’s kinda doing it for me.”

No one said anything for a bit. “Woah,” Nick eventually croaked. “That’s, uh… that’s wild.”

“That’s definitely a thing you just said,” Dan acknowledged.

“I mean, whatever,” Cartoon Critic replied in this faux ‘playing it cool’ voice. “It’s biology. It’s normal. Everybody does it.”

“I never said I do it,” Nick cut in, and the other guys chuckled a ...

... bit. There was definitely a lull in the conversation after that. I guess I made it awkward by being blunt, but they literally joked about me enjoying it like a minute before, so like…? What, was I not allowed to admit to liking sex, but they could joke or probably even fantasize me being into it? Talk about a double standard.

That day I learned two important lessons. One, The Amazing Channel was still my second family, but like, the older family, the one that was out of touch. The one you can’t really have deep chats with, or they’ll think you’re being weird, despite their attempts to be cool and understanding. Two, I loved free use. Once the call was over, I was hornier than I’d ever remembered being. I looked up free use porn, I read free use stories, and my hand never left my pussy for close to two hours. If my brother ever texted me, I told him I had needs and to put those headphones to good use. I was discovering myself. I needed this.

***

My leg moved restlessly in class. I was debating raising my hand and asking Mr. Jefferson if I could go to the bathroom. I already did last period to quickly play with myself, but it wasn’t enough. It was like scratching a mosquito bite – it just made me need more. Three times a day was now a distant memory; it was five, minimum, often more. And at least two were at school.

It was getting bad. Whenever I denied myself release for too long, I caught myself using my free hand to rub myself over my pants under the desk. Thank ...