Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... didn't mention Marta and talked about ourselves to get to know each other better.

Later that night, she surprised me, "Ty, could you take off your shirt and drop your pants?"

"Sorry?"

"I'm going to give you a hand job to make sure all the plumbing still works so the bitch hasn't castrated you. Can you do that? I'll let you play with my tits if you let me."

Michelle is a cute girl with long brown hair. I had noticed she has a nice rack. When she took her blouse off and unhooked her bra, she showed me a couple of nice D-size breasts.

"Your turn."

I went to grab a bottle of hand soap from the bathroom and took my clothes off when I returned.

"Michelle, you're sure?"

She smiled, put me on the sofa, sat in front of me, and started to jack me off. Meanwhile, I played with her breasts and nipples.

"Ty, let me know when you're going to come."

I didn't last long, and after a few minutes, I said, "Michelle, I'm going to come."

She continued with her right hand but added her left hand on top of my cock. Within a minute, I came all over her left hand.

She quickly sat beside me on the couch, took her phone with her right hand, and took a selfie. The picture showed my naked upper torso, Michelle's naked breasts, and her left hand covered with my cum. She posted the selfie to the girl's group chat, 'Sticky fingers party with my cute boy.'

I had to ask, "Michelle, why this post?"

"Marta and you were heading to a great relationship. The girls and I ...

... want to show Marta what happens to a cute boy like you when she tosses him away, that other girls will pick him up."

"Isn't this a bit harsh?"

Her face turned into a smile, "Ow, you still care for her, don't you?"

That remark took me off balance. How much did I care? The initial shock was gone, and now I was just sad all the time.

"Yeah, well, I don't know. I hate what Marta did, but I don't wish her any harm."

Michelle pulled me close for a tight hug, "Take your time, Ty. Try to figure out if you want to find a way back to Marta. And Ty? Make sure you're presentable next Friday evening, you know, shaving your genitals."

With a giggle, she left.

I got a short voicemail from a crying Marta, "Sorry!" It was the first sign of life I got from her.

***

Two days later, I got an unexpected visitor, a guy I'd never seen, who wanted to see me.

In my innocence, I asked him, "Can I help you?"

He looked at me, "I want to apologize."

Me, still not having a clue, "Apologise? For what?"

"The party, I was the guy your girlfriend left with. At the time, we were both drunk. I hadn't even thought of the possibility she might have a boyfriend. She was just a cute girl, and I wanted to score."

He stopped for a moment, and I got a nasty feeling.

"What I wanted to say is, I heard you two broke up because of it. I'm asking you to reconsider. The girl made a drunk mistake. We both did. You may have a good thing going. Don't throw it away."

And with that, ...