Check out chapter 1 under Group Sex. This chapter doesn't have that much fucking. Skip ahead to chapter 3 for more sex.
Kisses, Renee
Chapter 2- Opps!... I did it again
Neil and I moved out to L.A. together after graduation. We had both talked about wanting to go out there and when I got accepted to UCLA grad school and he got an internship at a record label out there, we thought it would make sense to move together.
My parents were thrilled because they still harbored fantasies about me and Neil coming back married, not to mention, they didn't have to worry so much about me in a terrible neighborhood like Watts if Neil was there with me.
When we moved out there we got a studio together and held off going to the "dark side" with our friendship, but two sexy people in close quarters who don't know anyone else—it was inevitable.
We began fucking like rabbits. It was great. We lived on ramen and orgasms. We never talked about being exclusive, but I worked on it for Neil and he was really sweet, there was something to be said for his desire to date and nest. I mean, I felt the love-then I felt the boredom.
"Oh, yeah, fuck that ass," I groaned. I'd forgotten the guy's name. He was a black guy who had a fat dick and seemed to love ass fucking.
He was twisting into me as he fucked my ass and holding onto one of my breasts, the other hand was on my little waist as he literally screwed me.
"Oh yeah, fuck my ass!" I cried. I glanced over at the clock. Neil would be home from work in an hour, I could get cleaned up by then. "Oh that's so fucking good," I groaned.
"Mmm, yeah, getting a taste of that black cock, huh?" he said as he kept fucking me. He had some stamina. "Once you go black," he grunted. I didn't tell him I'd had sex with black guys before and gone back. He was having too much fun. I let him run with it.
"Oh yeah, I love that big, fucking, black, cock in my white little ass," I groaned. "You fill me up so good!"
The guy reached beneath me and began rubbing my clitoris, this really got me going. So far, the only guy who'd ever thought to pleasure me while pleasuring himself was Neil.
"Oh yeah!" I cried out. "Oh, yeah, stroke my slutty puss! Rub that horny slit!" I groaned and began banging my ass against him.
I thought I'd hear the key in the door if Neil came home early but I didn't and the door opened and Neil stood there and looked at us. The black guy looked up and stopped moving.
"Shit," he mumbled. "This your girlfriend?" Neil looked so stunned. The guy jerked himself out of me painfully and pulled on his underwear, grabbed his clothes and darted out of the door around Neil, closing it behind him.
"Oh, Neil, I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I'm so sorry..." He turned to the door suddenly and just calmly left again. I heard the key as he locked the door.
I wondered if he was going to go after what's-his-name or if he was just going to take a walk, or what. I cleaned up, showered, cooked, finally ate, put the food away, fell asleep, woke up the next morning.
We were in a studio, so there was no way I could have not noticed him coming home. He hadn't been home. I went to class and then called him in the afternoon on his cell phone. He should have left work at least an hour ago.
"Hey, it's Renee," I said. I'd gotten his voicemail. "I'm worried about you, where are you? Call me back."
I was a little pissed that he wasn't even talking to me. I'd told him that I had trouble being faithful. I'd tried it. It got boring. I mean, he may have wanted to nest with me, but I wanted to have fun- what was the point of being in LA if you weren't going to have fun? Neil came home that evening.
"Hey," I said softly when he came in. "Are you hungry? I'll make something."
"Promise me you'll never do that again," Neil said.
"What?" I asked. "Come on, Neil," I said. "Sit down, eat something. Where have you been all this time?"
"No, I don't want to eat. I want you to promise me you'll never do that again."
"I mean, Neil, what should I say?" I began. "I mean, you know that I have a problem with fidelity..."
"Yeah, I want you to promise me that you'll work on your problem. If you tell me you'll do whatever it takes never to do that to me again, I'll forgive you," he said.
"Have you ever thought about having an open relationship? We could work it out where you could watch me have sex with other guys and girls," I said suggestively.
"I don't want to watch you fuck other guys!" He shouted at me. I was astonished. I don't know why. I guess I didn't think that he'd taken it that seriously.
