Author's note: I wanted a story that was hot and kinky, but also gentle. This is not domination as much as pure group sex. The intended audience is women, and it is written from the woman's point of view. I don't think straight guys get turned on by an extra penis in their fantasies, but I could be wrong! Tell me what you think in the comments. Like all of my stories, it builds slowly, so please be patient and enjoy.
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My name is Alexy. When I was 20 years old, I spent a year in New York City on an exchange program between my little university at home and the City University of New York, not a major institution but I didn't care. I was born and raised in Russia, and had only visited one other country in my life, Sri Lanka, so it was a thrill to have the chance to get out in the world. Especially to America, and New York City! I'm a shy but attractive girl, and more than one guy has fallen in love with me, so I figured I would find some romance and maybe even sexual adventure during that year, to help me come out of my shell. Which I did. But with a twist that I never expected.
I'm about 164 cm tall, or 5'5" as they say in the USA, and I have a beautiful face, luscious lips, curvy ass and tits to die for, bouncy and full but perky. At least that's what guys have told me. My light brown hair runs straight down to just cover my boobs if I go topless and comb it all to the front, which is exactly the position I was in when Kevin broke the news to me.
"Alexy, honey. we need to talk."
My face turned to a confused pout, and I covered myself with my hands. "I thought you wanted to play around tonight."
I knew Kevin was wild for my body, especially my boobs, and this was his favorite pose of mine. I was too uncomfortable to get naked for him, but I could get him excited by dancing slowly, playing with my hands over my chest in front of him while he sat in his chair, and then I would move around behind him and run my hands around his waist to work him up him to orgasm. It was a compromise I thought was working for both of us since I didn't want to have sex yet.
"Well, here's the thing," he started. Americans always used this expression. There was always a thing. He continued, "I need to focus on my studies. I have plans for my life. I mean, this has been really fun, with you, and I've enjoyed spending the time. But you see, I have to work hard. I'm going to be important."
"You are going to be important?" I said, indignantly. "And I'm not? Is that it?"
"No, you will be too, I'm sure. It's just that I have spent so much time with you this fall and I'm not doing well in my classes. And I've missed the last three Young Leaders meetings." He looked at the floor, embarrassed to look me in the eye, and I was confused. I hadn't thought he was so concerned about his classes. Then he said, "And well, it seems like you don't want to move this along to the next level."
I looked at him directly and squinted my eyes. Now I understood. This was the truth laid bare. "I won't have sex with you? Is that what you mean? You are breaking up with me because you are too important and too busy, and I won't have sex with you?"
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Well, it sounds like that." I was mad now. Who did this guy think he was? I crossed my arms in front of my chest and turned to the window. He was definitely not going to get a look at my naked chest now. We were both silent a minute while we reflected. This evening had not gone at all according to my plan. Before he started this speech, I was in-for me-a rare horny mood and had been ready to take another step with him. Another small step.
"I'm sorry," he said in a meek voice, and my attitude softened. I sighed. I liked him, but I realized that maybe he was right, that we could be ready for a break. We had lasted a couple months, and had done so many activities together in that time. He grew up in upstate New York and had taken me on trips out of the city, and showed me things I never would have seen if I had stayed in the university dorms. I was grateful for his friendship. He made my trip to America exciting. But I guess all he wanted was sex, after all, which was a depressing thought.
I put my shirt back on, carefully, to avoid showing him my naked chest, and we said a reserved and awkward goodbye. The rest of the evening I spent downstairs in the student center because I didn't want to be alone after the fight with Kevin. Or was it just a discussion? We never yelled at each other, or even raised our voices. Part of me wishes we had fought so I could have let out my emotions fully. I didn't know if I should be mad, or sad. Mostly I was reflective about the change in my life.
My schoolwork in front of me, as I was pretending to study, but of course all I could do was listen to music and think about the last two months with this man. This college boy. I have this habit to stare and sing along to some of the words of my music, and I did this aimlessly, often, even without realizing it. My friends teased me regularly about it. In fact, I hadn't realized one of these friends had approached me.
"Alexy, wake up!" a deep male voice said. "Pop out of your dream world, girl!"
I smiled. It was Dylan. It had to be either Dylan or Aiden, the two guys that would never leave me alone, since the day I started school here a few months prior. I liked them, they were both very attractive in a bad boy way, but since I started dating Kevin more seriously, I had tried to stay clear of them. Dylan looked really sexy with his shirt open at the collar and the rolled-up sleeves. His skin was a dark black and I could see the definition of muscles and veins in his arms. He was a very attractive African American man.
"I hear you're a free agent now, and back on the market." He said with a suggestive look at me, and an eyebrow raise.
"What?" I said, and frowned at him. "How do you know about that already?"
"Word travels fast around here. It's a small university."
