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Something Different 27

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Dan

There was something different about Bella that night. We'd been dating for several months. When I picked her up for our dinner-and-movie date, she seemed nervous, and she asked if she'd have time to take a shower. But we wouldn't make it to our reservation or to the movie on time. I'm not sure why she said that, as she looked just fine, so she just ended up changing clothes.

When I kissed her, I noticed her perfume was different, and I commented on it. It looked like she blushed for a moment, then she said she'd been trying on perfumes with a friend at the mall. She couldn't remember the name of it. I told her I really liked it, and if she could remember the name of it, I'd buy it for her. I don't know why that comment seemed to make her nervous again, but she just said she'd look for it the next time she was in that store.

We had a nice dinner, and the movie was a RomCom, but one of the sexier ones with some love scenes. Afterwards, we went back to Bella's, and since it was Friday, neither of us had to work the next day, so I was hoping to be invited to stay the night. We'd been having sex after most dates, but I'd only stayed over once before, and didn't take anything for granted.

Bella is a hotter girl than I expected to be going out with. It doesn't hit you right away, on first glance, but there's just something alluring about her that comes out as you spend time with her, a kind of hidden sexiness. You'll be expecting me to comment on her tits or her hair, and these are pretty fine, but what first captivated me about her was her eyes. They are so expressive, and sensual.

So after dinner and the movie, back at her place, she had some wine in the fridge, and we opened that and soon were making out on the couch. We got out of our clothes, and soon I was licking her nipples and lightly stroking her pussy. I started moving down, and it seemed like she was hesitant for a moment, maybe impatient to fuck, but she really does enjoy when I lick her pussy, and I'm pretty good at it, I have to admit. It's one of my greatest pleasures, getting up close and personal with a pussy, and I always take my time, making sure I'm attentive to the girl's responses and what turns her on.

In any case, I proceeded southward. She was pretty juicy, and I figured she was a bit worked up from the sex scenes in the movie. It may have been my imagination, but I thought she smelled a little different, too. Quite sexy, for sure, just a little different, and stronger. But I know the female chemistry can change over a month, so maybe it was that. It was pretty hot, though, and i found myself really getting into it, and I brought her to a nice climax more quickly than usual.

I moved up between her legs and we started fucking. I was kissing her; she is usually okay with being kissed after I go down on her, if she's pretty hot and bothered, and I soon realized she might come again, from the fucking, if I could hold out. She doesn't always come from fucking, but when she does, it's really worth it. Nothing compares to the sensation of being deep inside a tight pussy when the girl is coming on your cock. It's amazing.

So she's moaning and whimpering, and I'm holding back as much as I can, and then I feel her cunt seem to clutch my cock, a couple of times, and i can feel her wetness running down my balls and that's about all it takes and I'm really shooting my load, and it's great.

Bella

I wonder if he could tell I'd been with a girl, earlier. I'm bisexual, though Dan doesn't know that yet; we've only been dating a few months. When I say "bisexual," it sounds like 50-50. Actually, It's more like 60-40, or even 70-30, straight-to-bi. I mostly like guys, but every now and then I have a craving to get off with a girl.

I'd been with Mandy that afternoon, and one thing had led to another. We'd made out and eventually it led to sex at her place. There are a couple of girls I've dated in the last year or so, but Mandy might be the most fun, as she doesn't put pressure on me. We just have fun. With some girls, there are expectations, like they want to go down on you, which means they expect you to go down on them. I don't mind eating pussy, just not as a steady diet. I like being eaten out myself, but then I feel like I need to return the favor, and sometimes I'm just not in the mood for that. I like touching each other, or even touching ourselves, together. I love tribbing, and can really get off on that. Something about rubbing our pussies together, her wet pussy kissing mine, especially when we're scissoring, so we can really get them together, almost clit-to-clit.

I also like nipple-to-clit, rubbing my clit on another girl's tit, feeling that nipple sliding over my clit. I can come really hard that way, have even squirted a couple of times. The first time was embarrassing, as I hadn't expected it, hadn't even known that I could squirt. I was kind of freaked out, and never did that again with her. But another time, with a different girl, she was cool about it, even a little turned on.

But I like fucking, a lot, and I like when a guy goes down on me, especially someone like Dan, who's more skilled than most guys, and really takes his time. I suck him now and then, and enjoy doing it, but not to come in my mouth, but he's a gentleman about that and warns me in time. But when he licks my pussy, he doesn't expect me to go down on him, and usually we fuck afterward.

That afternoon, Mandy and I had had a heated tribbing session and I had a really nice orgasm. But I was a little late getting home, and barely had time to change clothes before my date with Dan.

When he kissed me hello, he looked at me, and asked if I was wearing a different perfume. For a moment, I panicked. Could he smell Mandy on me? But then I realized he meant actual perfume, not the natural kind, and I just said we'd been trying on perfume samples at the mall. I think he bought it.

Mandy thinks I should just tell him the truth, but I'm not ready yet. Dan is nice, and we have a nice thing going, and I don't want to either ruin it if he's turned off by it, or make it weird if he's turned on by it and would expect a threesome or something, and I'm not ready for that.

It was a little awkward at first, when we were back at my place, drinking and making out, and I felt a little guilty, because I'd had sex with a girl the same day, but then the idea that I was about to have sex with a guy after I'd had sex with a girl on the same day--a first for me--then that idea really got into my head, and I was super turned on. When he moved to go down on me, I thought about stopping him, but didn't have a good reason, and by then I was really into the idea of coming in his mouth the same day I'd come against Mandy's pussy, and I just couldn't resist. And I came pretty hard.

And when he kissed me, well, I am okay with the taste of my pussy, and sometimes I even lick my fingers during and after masturbating, but I kept thinking of Mandy. Had he tasted her on me? Because her juices had definitely been mixed with mine, which is why I had wanted to take a shower, and then I was kissing him back, and tasting his mouth and wondering whether it was all me that I was tasting on him or some of Mandy, too, and, geez, that thought started to get me off, and in no time I was coming again, and then I felt him spurt into me.

So it was good for both of us. All three of us, actually, because Mandy had come earlier, too, rubbing against me, and then we'd masturbated together. I've done that a bunch of times with girls, and it's fun, but never with a guy yet, and I'd never seen a guy jerk off, except in porn movies, and they don't count. Maybe Dan and I could do it together sometime if I can get up the nerve. I'm sure he'd probably love it.

So this was, like, four orgasms for me in one day. Fuck. Maybe I should tell him about my "tendencies," to be fair. He'd probably jerk off, thinking about it, and then maybe I'd get to see him come.

Dan

We'd had sex a bunch of times before that night, but that night was the best. I was pretty proud of myself that I made her come twice. In the morning, after waking up beside her, we fucked again. It was only the second time I'd stayed over, and it was so sexy waking up with her. I would gladly have eaten her out again, but she said she felt grungy, though I persuaded her to fuck, and it was nice. She didn't come, but I stroked her clit afterward and got her off. I thought we might take a shower together, which we hadn't done yet, but she said she was in a hurry because she had some stuff she needed to do that day, so I went home. Maybe next time.

Bella

The shower felt good. A little too good, as it turned out. I was washing off the evidence of my sluttiness, using the handheld shower head to rinse off, and when the spray hit my pussy, it started to tingle. I'd come earlier, when Dan had touched my clit, but it was not a super strong climax, not like last night, the thought of which made me wanting more. So I tried a couple of settings on the shower head until I found a nice pulsing and it was soon working magic on my pussy, and I was soon coming again.

I dried off and started getting dressed, thinking I had banished the lust-demons of the night before, and there, in my underwear drawer, was my pink vibrator, looking at me. I looked at it for a long moment, as if I was mentally wrestling with it, telepathically or something. "Fuck," I sighed, resigning myself, and reached for it, and the bottle of lubricant. I was soon up on my knees, holding it against my clit, and occasionally sliding down and letting it penetrate me, thinking about everything from the day before, Mandy, and then Dan, imagining them both here, with me on top of her riding her tit and Dan licking my pussy at the same time, somehow, and stroking his cock, too, which is probably impossible in the real world, and Mandy frantically rubbing her clit, and we're all counting down so that we come at the same time, and with that image, I came again, and I squirted a little, thinking, now I'll have to change the sheets, but I didn't care.

****

Bella (continued)

"Girl, you really need to tell him."

That was Mandy, and it was about two weeks after we'd last been together. We were sitting in the living room at her place, drinking coffee.

"I know," I said.

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"Look, if you care about him at all, he needs to know, because it's about who you are. Sooner or later, he'll find out, and if it's later, he's gonna feel like you haven't been truthful with him."

"I know. I'm trying to figure out the right time... and work up the courage."

"So have you been out with him since the night after we'd been together?"

"Yes," I said.

"And the sex?"

"It was good. I'm overthinking it, but there was just something about that night... and for both of us, I think."

"Do tell!" Mandy didn't date guys at all, any more. But she loved stories of sexual encounters, even if they were straight sex. She read a lot of erotica.

"Well, for starters, I was nervous. I'd been with you, and kind of wanted to take a shower before we went out..."

"To wash away the evidence?"

"I'm sorry. No offense. I just was nervous that he'd be able to tell that we'd been together. And he commented right away on the perfume. He really liked it."

"What did you say?"

"I said we were trying on perfume samples at the mall, but I couldn't remember which one it was. But he really likes it. But later, when we made love, it was different."

"How? Come on, details!" I noticed that Mandy was rhythmically massaging one of her breasts. This was turning her on! And that was turning me on.

"Earth to Bella," she said, with a grin. I had been staring at her hand kneading her tit.

"Oh, sorry... " I shook my head, as if to clear it. "I guess I was really turned on by the idea of my own... sluttiness. I'd had sex with a girl earlier, and was about to have sex with a guy, and on the same day!"

"Hey, I like your sluttiness. Don't mind me, I just want to get more... comfortable." Mandy reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra, pulled it out through the sleeve of her top. "Ummm. That's better," she breathed, caressing both tits and tweaking her nipples through her top.

I've said that Mandy loved erotic stories. She liked to masturbate while reading them, and sometimes when we were together, she'd read some of the hotter ones aloud, and we'd have a wank together. She was not at all shy about that.

"Well, anyway," I continued, "it's getting not and heavy and--"

Mandy interrupted. "Why don't you get more comfortable, too?" Oh, yeah, this was probably going to be one of those "mutual" times. I pulled my top over my head, and after pausing for a moment, looking her in the eye, I unsnapped my bra and let it drop off my shoulders. She unbuttoned her top and wriggled out of it. Her tits were fuller than mine, with very small areolas, but surprisingly prominent nipples, which were erect.

"So, hot and heavy?," Mandy prompted.

"Yeah, we were getting into it. And he started going down on me." Here, Mandy undid the button on her jeans.

"And I was thinking... slutty thoughts, about having been with you, and wondering, would he be able to tell somehow? So I was both nervous but also excited about it."

Mandy pulled down her zipper, slid her hand underneath her jeans and panties. I could tell when she reached her target, as she drew in a sudden breath. Fuck, this was getting to me, too. I also unsnapped and unzipped, went under the waistband of my jeans, and rested my hand on my pussy, but over my panties.

"So he was licking me, and he's good at that, and all of this stuff was going around in my head: was he more into it than usual? Could he tell I'd been with you? Did I smell different or taste different? And if so, did he like it?"

"Oh, baby," Mandy said. "You should write this stuff down!" She was stroking herself pretty openly now.

"So he made me come that way," I went on. "And then we were fucking."

"Did he kiss you?"

"Yeah." I thought back, and remembering that moment, I moved my hand under my panties and cupped my pussy, squeezing my legs together.

"And how did it taste?" Mandy's eyes were bright and her cheeks and chest were flushed.

"I think the same as usual... I mean... like me."

"But you were wondering whether the kiss tasted different."

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"Um, yeah..."

"Busted! You were trying to figure out whether you could taste me... and whether he could, too... whether he could... ummm... taste my pussy."

Fuck! Her gift of verbal detail was getting to me. Her, too. She lifted herself up, pulled her jeans and underwear off in one smooth moment, and moved from sitting across from me to beside me on the sofa. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon my right nipple. I shivered.

"If you tell him that you like girls, too," Mandy crooned, "I bet he'd like it. And maybe we could have some fun together."

"Wait, what?" I was surprised, and paused the stroking of my pussy that I only then realized I'd been doing.

"Oh, I don't want to fuck him, sweetie, and I don't think you'd want that, either. But we could still have some fun together. Imagine... " and she got a dreamy look on her face.

Mandy was in full fantasy mode now. "I'd want to see him fuck you, but I would fuck you first, while he watched us."

Gulp! Oh, what the hell. I pulled off the rest of my clothes. We were both naked on Mandy's couch, touching ourselves.

She continued: "What would turn him on? Maybe a 69? He'd like that, for sure, seeing two girls licking each other's pussies, slurping those juices. He'd be jerking off for sure, while we did that.

"Or we could trib, though that might not be as exciting visually as it is for us. Maybe a two-headed dildo, fucking each other? That would be hot to see..."

I was rubbing my clit openly now, with my middle two fingers, occasionally dipping down for some moisture, or wetting my fingers with my tongue. Mandy alternated between rubbing her clit and occasionally penetrating herself with one finger, sometimes two, and I could tell that she was curving her fingers upward to stimulate her G-spot.

She continued her narration: "Maybe the tit-fucking would be good for him to see. I know you get off from that, straddling my chest, rubbing that clit of yours over my nipple, all slippery with your juices. Maybe you'd even squirt. He'd probably shoot his load, seeing that.

"But I would want to make sure that I returned the favor, so he'd see me riding your tit, too, rubbing my hot cunt over one tit and then the other, and I'd be rubbing my clit to make sure I came. Because you know what's the best part? I don't want to fuck him, but after we do all that, and after I've come on your tits, then it's time for him to fuck you and the whole time he's fucking you, he's smelling me on you, and licking me off your tits, so he's tasting my pussy on you."

And with that, Mandy wailed, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come, ohh, ohh, ohhh, unnnhhhh," as her fingers were a blur on her pussy, and her head fell back on my shoulder.

I said, "Gawd, I'm about to come, too," and I could hear my wetness as I rubbed my clit, and felt/saw Mandy turn her head and suck my nipple as I gasped and my pussy exploded.

Yeah, she was right. I should tell him.

Dan

"There's something I need to tell you... but I need a drink first." Uh-oh. Was she dumping me? We were at Bella's place. She took a fairly big swig of wine. We were at her kitchen table, and had just finished dinner. We had often gone out to eat, but this time, she wanted to cook, and it was nice.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. "It's something about me," she said, and hesitated. "I'm sorry that I haven't told you this before."

Okay, was she a convicted felon? A serial killer? She wasn't a dude, we'd established that, for sure!

"I'm... I guess I'm what you would call... bisexual." She waited for my reaction. Okay, not a dude, not a serial killer, not a felon. Bisexual? So she liked girls, too?

I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was for these "coming out" situations. "Okay... um, so... " I was stammering. Get a grip, man!

"So it means I'm attracted to women as well as men," she explained.

"Okay," I said, again. "There's nothing wrong with that. I don't have a problem with that. It doesn't change how I feel about you, if that's what you're worried about. I still really like you, like being with you."

"Please don't feel it's because I'm not... satisfied being with you. It's just my nature, is what I've discovered a long time ago. And it's not... equal, the attraction, I mean. If there were a, umm, a continuum with completely straight at one end and completely gay at the other, I'm not in the middle, I'm more toward the straight side... if that makes sense."

I was trying to process this. "I guess it does, though this is still new to me. But I don't know that it makes any difference, that is, whether you're at the midpoint or one side or the other. If we still have feelings for each other, I mean."

I paused. "We still do, right? Have feelings for each other?"

She seemed relieved. "Yeah, we do. I do."

Bella

"There's something I need to tell you... but I need a drink first."

When I told him, I watched his reaction. Okay, he didn't run out the door screaming, yay! And he didn't seem freaked out. But he probably needed time to absorb it, process it. I gave him my "continuum" explanation, which is probably lame, and probably unfair to those bisexual women who are more gay than straight. But I was just being honest.

He seemed okay with this revelation, which was step one. I knew he would have questions, maybe some now, certainly some later. The obvious elephant in the room was whether I'd had a sexual encounter with another woman since I'd started dating Dan. Since we were dating, we didn't make any agreements that we wouldn't date other people, at least not yet, so our relationship wasn't exclusive. But would he feel the same way about my dating another person of the same sex? That might be different. So I was afraid of such a question, though I knew it would come up at some point.

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