The one thing I always said I'd never do was cheat on someone. It seemed like the ultimate in malicious acts; nothing else could hurt someone more. But, like your body and your interests and your friends and your life in general, I guess ideas evolve. I just reached the point where sex was all I could think about, and not with my boyfriend. It was literally killing me. I was going crazy. I had felt like this before, but not to the extent that it was outside my control. Now, it consumed me. I truly felt as though I was capable of having sex with someone without getting emotionally attached to them or letting it affect my relationship. I didn't like how I was feeling, but at the same time, it was exhilarating.
One guy in particular was particularly hard to resist. I'll call him Brad, just for secrecy's sake. Where my boyfriend is laid back, so much so that his personality is way too agreeable at times, Brad was a lot quicker to act cocky. My boyfriend is a big guy, the kind a girl can snuggle with, but Brad is more the slender, elvish-looking type. In other words, my boyfriend is the type I can see myself marrying, the other is the type I can see myself fucking. Oh, and I saw it. Without even meaning to, I played it over in my head whenever I started spacing out in class At first, it pissed me off. "Nothing's ever going to happen, you know you won't let it," I told myself.
But the more we hung out, the more tempted I was. Our online conversations, originally the kind of joking banter between two people with nothing to say, become purely sexual. Pretty soon, it was hard to tell what was a joke, and what wasn't. And then, one night, that line was crossed. Do I regret it? I'm not sure, but it's definitely a good story. Anyways, the deep night, the lingering effects of a few shots in my system, and the disconnectedness of speaking online completely rid me of my inhibitions, and my morals. As usual, our conversations had become really sexual, and I was amazingly turned on. We started talking about giving and receiving head, and how he hadn't experienced it.
I said, "I bet it would be incredible to suck your dick, because you've never had it done before."
He said something along the lines of, "Yeah, it would be."
Then I said, "Especially because I'm the best. You'd be going out with a bang." I just want to say right here that I don't do this often; I'm an attractive, athletic redhead who is constantly pursued by different guys, and I don't like being the aggressor. But in this case, I knew he wouldn't make the first move.
Then I came out and said it: "I'll do it, you know… if you want me to. I'm serious." I waited in ridiculously tense agony for his response, which was, as expected, that he would defiantly want to try it. Once we agreed it was going to happen (in the back row of Lord of the Rings the next morning), we had a frantic conversation till about 4 AM about all our fantasies, the things we'd always wanted to try or have done to us. Although I'm really domineering in "real" life, I love a guy who tells me what to do in the sexual scene. Luckily, he was into the same thing. I paid attention to all the desires he expressed, knowing I'd act on them in a few hours. I finally crawled into my bed, my stomach tied in knots of desire and nagging guilt about my boyfriend. After about five orgasms, though, I forgot all about my boyfriend and focused on what was about to happen with Brad. I couldn't wait.
Brad had said the night before that it was a huge turn-on for a girl to wear a skirt with no panties, so naturally, I did just that. I wore a purple mini-skirt that highlighted my smooth, defined legs and a black lace top with a blood-red lace bra, one that I had bought a few days before to show my boyfriend. It was exhilarating, leading a double life the way I was… I waited for Brad in the movie lobby amid gazes from other patrons, lusty ones from men and bitchy ones from women. I didn't mind. Finally, I saw him.
"Am I actually doing this?" I wondered in disbelief as he walked up to me, probably thinking the same thing. I felt like such a bad-ass. It was awesome.
"You wore it?" he said, gesturing to my skirt.
I grabbed him and put my lips to his ear, dragging the words out in a whisper: "and I'm not wearing anything underneath." A flush crept over his cheeks.
"What a lucky guy," I thought to myself as we walked into the theater. He had scarcely kissed a girl, and I was about to corrupt him. Not to be self-praising, but I do know what I'm doing, and I have such an open mind, and I planned on showing him a good time. We walked up to the back row twenty minutes late, a girl in a miniskirt in the dead of winter and an extremely nervous-looking boy with a blushed face—I don't think our purpose for being there could have been any clearer if we had tried. We sat in a dark corner. Before anything could become awkward for him, I put up the armrest between us and placed my hand on his knee. "How do you feel?" I asked, but before he could answer, I kissed him. It was a wet, raw, hard kiss, the kind that screams "I want to fuck you," both on his part and mine. It sent a tingle of electricity through my body. My hand crept up his leg. He sighed softly. I moved my hand so slowly that it took five minutes to reach his cock, and by that time, his cock was rock solid. I gasped aloud at the size of it. My boyfriend isn't particularly well-endowed, so even an average dick seems big to me. Brad was definitely above average, and thick. I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins in his cock through his pants. While acting as if I was paying attention to the movie, I unzipped his pants and freed his cock, putting my jacket on his left side to block the view of the people in our row.
"Well, there's no going back now," I thought, and wrapped my fingers around his engorged dick. We kissed again, and I felt his hand on my bare knee. "Good, he's being bolder now," I thought, as I ran my hands up and down his shaft. It was hard to focus, though, as I was preoccupied with his hand on my leg and the rush of cum wetting my pussy. Telling myself not to be selfish-yet- I went back to his cock, pumping up and down. His face was so hot—his eyes closed, his lips pursed in pleasure. Since I love sucking cock, I was so tempted to bend over and take all of him down my throat. But the night before, we had talked about teasing each other through the 3 hours of the movie, and I wasn't about to give in yet. I figured I would give him a small taste of what was to come, though. Catching him by surprise, I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, sucking and licking it. He gasped and slid his hand down my inner thigh. I pulled back
"Did you like that?" I cooed at him.
