1. A Fresh Start: Romance


    Date: 1/9/2024, Categories: Group Sex Author: byBiker_Faerie 

    ... looking for a girlfriend, not a fuck-buddy. I don't want a relationship where we spend more time with other people than we do with each other."

"Is that why you split up with Sophie?" Chelsea asked

"I guess it was part of the reason."

"I'm not looking for a fuck-buddy either," Chelsea said reassuringly. "I want to be a proper girlfriend. But in return I expect full girlfriend status. I don't just want to be your little secret."

"Agreed. But that works both ways."

"Don't worry, you have official boyfriend status," Chelsea said reassuringly. "But you know I can't abandon Presley though."

"I don't expect you to."

"Presley told you I was bit of a hippy chick, didn't she?" Chelsea clarified.

"She did."

"She's right. I kind of believe in free love, if it feels right," Chelsea confirmed. "I thrive when I feel secure. But I've been relying on Presley a bit too much for that recently."

"I don't think she sees it as a burden but I'm hoping she might let me take some of the weight off her shoulders?"

"She can't wait to get rid of me... besides, I know she's already given you her blessing."

Chelsea looked down at her empty plate. She'd demolished the steak and could have easily taken on dessert, but she had other things on her mind.

"Connor, I don't think I can hold out much longer. Please can we go back and have sex now," Chelsea added, sounding slightly desperate.

Chapter 4

Chelsea's alarm went off five forty five. She knew she needed to ...
    ... get up immediately. If she didn't, she'd still have been in bed, snuggled up to Connor two hours later. She jumped out of bed and took a quick shower. Putting her gym gear on under some sweat pants and a top she emerged from the bathroom ready to hit the road.

Connor rubbed his eyes and looked at her from the bed.

"Do you have to go?" he asked. "You know I do," Chelsea giggled. "Thank you for last night, Mr. Patterson and thank you for my new phone and everything else."

"I think I should be thanking you Miss Cartwright," Connor laughed. "Do you want me to transfer your old phone data onto your new one today?"

"Would you mind? I'm not great at stuff like that. Here's the phone," Sophie said handing Connor her battered I-phone 5.

"Of course not. I'll set everything else up as well, so it all talks to each other. Take my phone with you just in case," Connor offered. "The locking code's 234279. What's yours?"

"1234," Chelsea replied.

"Of course," Connor chuckled.

Chelsea walked the half mile or so from Connor's apartment to the Four Seasons Hotel, treating it as a bit of a warm up before her first class at seven. As she did she thought about how Connor had made love to her the previous night. He'd taken her from behind, up against the glass picture window overlooking the bay. Chelsea hadn't wanted a man inside her so badly before. She'd been glad of being on the pill because it felt as if her uterus had been desperate for Connor's sperm last night. Hopefully ...
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