Warning -- This story involved girls showing physical affection for each other, as well as light bondage please don't read if you find that offensive.
If you haven't read the other stories -- I'm not comfortable around people and very shy around women. I live with my 5'1 gorgeous blond girlfriend (Heather). Her petite, athletic, 19-year-old bombshell sister (Tammi) has been staying with us since she graduated with a BA. I'm trying to save every penny so I can afford to ask my girlfriend to marry me.
Heather was so conservative when I met her, and I love that about her but now she's a little bit naughty and I love that too. She keeps been teasing me (for the last couple of months) about her little Tammi sister while Heather waxes my surfboard which was conditioning me to think about sex when I see Tammi. I'm still a little confused on what happed but last night a bet was made by my girlfriend and her sister swallowed my cum.
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I woke up from a hot sex dream. When I was fully awake, I felt so guilty. I dreamed I was having sex with Tammi while my girlfriend cheered us on. I've never had a sweaty dream like about another girl than Heather in nearly a year. It was so intense I'm lucky I didn't mess the sheets like a young teenager.
I put on some briefs and found some dress shorts with a zipper hoping it would help contain my inflated ego (or is it id in this case?). I zipped across to the bathroom and showered up quickly but tried to be thorough -- I wouldn't want Tammi to think I learned nothing. I dried off and only put on my briefs because I was trying to embrace a less uptight me. I still feel shy but force myself to do things I could never have done just a year ago.
I kissed Heather from behind, "good morning!"
"Good morning." she said. She looked ridiculously cute using my T-shirt like a small dress. Even with just the bottom half of her legs and little feet exposed I wanted to kiss the hell out of her.
"Mmm, is my little angel going to join me for breakfast?" I asked.
She looked at me, then turned around and stared into my eyes and if I didn't know better, I think her eyes were starting to tear up. I knew it, we can't go back from what happened last night. I destroyed our relationship it was a foolish bet! Heather said, "I'd love to join you." She actually looked happy, but her eyes were teared up. "We need to talk," she said.
I tried to pretend the talk could be about anything instead of our eventual break up. I grabbed a plate with a muffin and bacon for both of us as Heather got the coffee. My heart was pounding. I screwed up and my lust may have cost me the best relationship anyone could have with the sweetest, kindest woman who happens to be gorgeous to top it off. It will be to awkward to talk to Tammi if I break up with her sister and I'll lose one of my best friends.
This started with the best of intentions. To make a long story short, somehow my copious amount of cum became a topic between the girl I planned to marry and her sister. My girlfriend bet her sister she couldn't swallow all of my cum thinking she could and they bet a large amount of the car loan we lent her. Heather convinced me her sister had a gift for chugging beer, so she'd win easily, and this would help her with her debt.
I care about her sister, so I wanted to her to get a portion of our car loan forgiven, but I hadn't thought through the situation. Right before I came, Heather asked me if I loved her sister, and I admitted I did. I love Heather more than ever but I've somehow managed to fall for her sister as well although I fought it.
"Honey, do you still want to marry me?" Heather asked.
I could feel a tightness around my heart, she's trying to think of a way out of our relationship. "Are you kidding? You are my little angel! You are insanely kind, ridiculously loving, absurdly generous, I'd be the luckiest guy in the world if such a sweet and good woman chose to be with me." I said, I wasn't joking around for a change, I didn't dare kid around if she wanted to break up with me.
"You really do think of me that way, don't you? Even after some of the naughty things I've done lately?" she asked. She looked at me with genuine concern but a bit of a hopeful smile.
I couldn't help but smirk. I whispered, "you have been wonderfully naughty lately!"
"I can see it in your eyes though, you look at me the same way you did months ago, how do you not feel ashamed to be with me?" she asked.
I held her hand and said, "I'll be honest, I never really thought about being quite so naughty with you. Maybe mostly because you'd think I was a freak if I did anything that wasn't standard missionary sex between the two of us. Maybe you'd go screaming into the night if you knew about my kinkier side, and maybe because I'm a little conservative, I think because I'm a bit of a pervert a woman would think my thoughts would be too offensive. But when you started saying naughty things to me, it opened some doors, and I'm thrilled it happened."
She looked unconvinced so I continued, "You are still kindhearted, you are always taking care of me, picking up my clothes and never complaining about the mess I tend to make with my clothes and my hand grenade."
"Hand grenade?" she asked.
"It explodes in all directions when you toss it!" She laughed and gave me a quick punch to the shoulder. I continued, "You accept me with all my flaws as I am. The only thing that has changed about you is that you seem determined to please me sexually in additional ways that we hadn't thought about when I first fell in love with you.
"But I doubted your commitment. I tried to convince my sister to seduce you to test your resolve. I'm not worthy of someone who is so devoted and has no doubts," she said.
