From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt 4 - Sex Stories

From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt 4

... want it again, but I’m sure I’ll be fine if I don’t do it,” Nick said. “That’ll only work for so long. If you don’t get it today, you’ll work twice as hard to get it tomorrow. Sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Remember that.” Frank continued, “If you want my advice, which I don’t blame you if you don’t given my absence from your life, find a fuck buddy. Find someone who wants it just as much as you do. It just makes everything easier.” Frank got up from his barstool and started for the door when Nick called out, “Wait, Frank, what really happened between you and my mom?” Frank sighed and said, “That’s something I’ll have to tell you later. I’ve really taken to this place since I’ve come to town. If you want to talk again, you know where to find me.” After Frank left the bar, Danny re-entered and sat next to Nick. “So, was he a total creep or what?” Danny asked. “Yeah, he was creepy but he wasn’t so bad,” Nick said. “What did you talk about?” “Oh, just stuff. He says he comes here a lot since he’s been in town. I’ll probably stop by again.” “Alright, man. Just make sure he doesn’t try to kidnap you or touch your butthole or anything. He seems like one of those weirdos.” The next day, Stacy Hendricks found herself conflicted with emotions of guilt and adoration over her recent copulation with Nick. Part of her really enjoyed the experience; Nick’s pussy eating skills were the strongest of the three boys she’s allowed to explore her love tunnel so ...

... intimately. However, she’d been in a relationship for a few months with the other boys, whereas with Nick, this was only their second meeting in person. How could I just give it up so easily? Stacy thought. Nick was a nice boy and she enjoyed their conversations, yet she couldn’t help feeling that he used her for sex. They haven’t spoken or texted since the encounter and Stacy thought she possibly picked another dud of a guy. Still, she hoped to see Nick again, perhaps to prove to herself that she could be capable of a real relationship. “Stace, are you going to eat that?” Mary Kaye asked. Stacy looked down at her lunch tray at her half eaten Sloppy Joe sandwich and cold tater tots. Her friend Mary Kaye, who had perhaps the largest appetite Stacy fathomed a woman to have, was referring to the chocolate chip cookie that was at the far corner of her tray. “Sure, you can have it,” Stacy offered. “Thanks! Momma always said never to waste something as delicious as chocolate chip cookies,” Mary Kaye said. Mary Kaye immediately started chomping on the cookie. Stacy didn’t think she’d ever see the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street again, but here her friend was giving a live performance, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. Her friend Tiffany looked at Stacy with concern. Tiffany was of Italian descent and had perfect smooth olive skin. Her hair was naturally brown but currently dyed blonde. She received most of the looks from males passing their lunch table. “So Stacy, what’s got you down in the ...