Nice Guys Finish Last

This is a slow burn romance series that contains femdom, humiliation, and non-consensual topics.

Chapter 17

Question: If someone bullied you your entire life, but she ended up staying at your place and making out with you all night for Valentine's Day, would you still consider her your bully?

That's the question I was faced with as I woke up early the next morning and realized it wasn't a dream. My eyes were open, but hers were still closed. We were both in my bed, facing each other, after a night of connecting in a way I just couldn't explain.

I had long suspected that I had some sort of emotional attachment to Julia. That would explain my difficulties in the bedroom with my actual girlfriend, while Julia was able to turn me into a non-stop sprinkler of semen. However, I was finally starting to realize that she may have had an emotional connection with me as well.

None of it really made sense from an outside perspective. If I was on the outside looking in, I wouldn't believe that Julia had any attachment to a pathetic human being, like myself. However, after the unexplainable energy I felt radiating from her during our passionate make-out session, similar to what I felt the previous time we kissed in my bed, I couldn't help but think her heart was trying to communicate something important to me.

Whatever that message was, I didn't understand it yet. Julia was a Rubik's Cube that I just couldn't solve. Her actions were always confusing, but somehow, I could only assume that I had brought some peace into her seemingly tumultuous life.

Regardless of the circumstances, and the awful past we had together, the reality was that she was asleep right next to me, in my bed, on Valentine's Day... And as inappropriate as it was, I started to get an erection as images of us cuddling together that night appeared in my head. I don't know if those were actual memories or just wishful thinking. To my penis, they were real, and I wanted desperately to hide the embarrassment of that situation before she woke up.

As I checked on my erection underneath the covers, I accidentally caught a glimpse of her smooth butt and her long legs. That's when I remembered that she was wearing my T-shirt with her red thong... which sure didn't help ease the situation going on in my underwear.

What also didn't help were the memories of the previous night, before we even ended up in this situation. She and I tried missionary together for the first time, and my God, was it amazing... She even used her long arms to reach around me and finger my... Well... that's not important...

Unfortunately, while I was adjusting myself inside my boxers, Julia must have woken up and noticed me touching myself. She startled me with her giggling, causing me to look over at her frantically. That's when she joked, "You couldn't even wait for me to wake up?"

"What do you mean?!" I quickly asked, immediately taking my hands away from my penis.

"I mean... you just woke up and you're already jerking yourself off... You didn't want to wait for me to do it for you?"

"No, that's not what I was... Wait... are you offering to..."

"I'm not offering anything," she interrupted with a little giggle. "It seems like you already have things under control. Besides, I have to get going anyway."

I was a bit disappointed, not only that she called me out and embarrassed me like that, but also that she was leaving so soon. I sat there, feeling almost helpless as I watched her put her clothes back on, which included covering her nice ass with the shorts she came in wearing.

After putting her original shirt on, she handed me back my shirt. "Thanks for letting me borrow this last night," she said with a smile. "I think I might enjoy wearing your clothes just as much as you like wearing mine."

I didn't know how to take that comment. For one, the idea of her wearing my clothes was kind of hot, but it also brought back memories of her forcing me to wear her little shorts. However, whatever was on my mind quickly brought on another erection.

I tried to hide it with my hands, but she immediately noticed it. "Boy, you sure are horny in the mornings, aren't you?"

"Sorry... This isn't normal for me..."

"You really are a pervert, you know? And to think, I almost started to think you were a decent guy..."

"I

am

a decent guy!" I responded, quickly latching on to one of the few times she had ever given me a compliment. A simple little comment like that, and I had already forgotten about all the nice things she said to me the previous night.

As she put on her shoes, she looked over at me and assured, "I was just kidding." Then, as she stood up to her feet, she faced the door and asked, "So, what are you and your girlfriend going to do today?"

I looked up at her, staring at her back as she faced the other direction. "What are we going to do? I'm not sure... We may not even hang out..."

Julia turned around and gave me a confused look. "It's Valentine's Day though... That's what couples do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but things haven't been that great between us," I admitted. "To be honest, I'm not even sure if I'm going to get her a gift."

Her eyes grew even bigger as she looked down at the box of chocolates I had given her the previous day. "You didn't... get her a gift yet...?"

"Well, no... I'm still undecided..."

"So... you went to the store... and

only

bought a gift for me?"

"Yeah..." I admitted, showing how pathetic I was to my bully.

"Is that right...?" she whispered in a quiet voice as she stared at the small box of chocolates. "Hmm... that's so interesting..."

"What's so interesting about it?"

"Oh, nothing..." she said before shrugging her shoulders, seemingly going back to the character she liked to play. She then pointed at me and smiled. "You know, if you don't give her a gift, she definitely won't sleep with you. That's like the rule for Valentine's Day."

"I doubt she'd sleep with me anyway," I said with a loud gasp. "She never seems to be in the mood. Today doesn't feel any different..."

With a little chuckle, Julia turned her entire body towards me and began walking in my direction. "Ah, you're so pathetic, you know that? You're a real Eeyore."

As she stopped and stood over me, I couldn't help but shake as I noticed that evil glare in her eyes once again. "Sorry if I sound so depressing..."

"I'll tell you what," she started with a wink. "Since you were thoughtful enough to get me I gift, even though I'm just your side chick, I'll do something to hold you over in case things don't work out with your little girlfriend again."

My eyes grew big and I began leaning back as she inched her face closer to mine. "What is that supposed to mean...?"

"Well, I noticed you playing with Little Phil when I woke up. I figured I could at least give you a little tug to give you your fill, in case the rest of Valentine's Day doesn't work out for you."

I don't know why, but I was too embarrassed to accept her offer. Unfortunately, just as she always did, Julia saw right through me, and confirmed her theory by pressing her hand on my crotch so she could feel how hard I already was for her.

"It's like I've always said," she started with a sensual giggle. "You can say whatever you want with your mouth, but Little Phil

never

lies..."

Before I could engage in any further arguing, she hooked the inside of my underwear with her finger and brought me to the bed. From there, she took a seat right next to me, and I naturally fell on my back, assuming this was the position she was going to jerk me off in.

Somehow, I felt more submissive than ever as she raised my legs straight up into the air and pulled my underwear off like I was a helpless baby. Then, as I rested on my back, with my pulsing cock pointing straight towards the ceiling, she stared at it with wide eyes, excited to play with me once again.

"It's funny how something so small can produce so much cum," she said with a sensual voice as she ran her hands up and down my sides, making me squirm. "I could use a little more moisturizer before I go anyway."

My toes curled at the thought of Julia actually enjoying being sprayed down by my semen. What had been one of the most embarrassing parts of our relationship was now something she seemingly craved. I had always suspected she liked it since she forced me to do it countless times in the past, but hearing her say it sent chills down my spine.

To my surprise, I quickly realized that Julia didn't want me on my back just yet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she grabbed me by the arms and pulled me towards her. I ended up straddling her lap with my hands naturally resting on her shoulders.

My penis was so hard it was already pressed against her T-shirt. It was yet another obvious display of my submissiveness towards her as I sat on her lap, completely naked, while she was fully clothed.

Oh, no... Is she going to make me give her another lap dance?

I asked myself, cringing. Fearfully staring into her confident eyes, I whimpered to myself,

Dancing like that was so humiliating...

Oddly enough, what actually ended up happening was even more embarrassing...

Before I could naturally begin grinding my hips for her, Julia forced to fall on my hands to the side of her. My legs were still straddled over her lap, but my head was now behind her, and she had her arm wrapped around my waist, essentially trapping me in that humiliating position.

Bringing her free arm below me, she grabbed a hold of my dangling cock as a little giggle escaped her. "What are you doing?!" I frantically asked while looking back from my precarious position.

Slowly, she began tugging on my throbbing dick. "What does it look like I'm doing, Phillip? I'm milking you."

"Milking me?!" I reacted with a bit of a struggle.

Julia easily held me in place, tightening her grip on my waist as she continued to jerk on my penis. "Yeah, that's right. I told you I wanted your cream, so now I'm milking you to get it."

As demeaning as it was, I had no choice but to stay on all fours like a little bitch as she continued tugging on my cock. Eventually, I had become so submissive that I didn't dare move from my position. She was able to release my waist from its hold and run her hand up and down my back, eventually allowing it to rest on my butt.

Slowly, I could feel her finger creeping towards my crack, causing me to shiver. Julia immediately smacked my bum, putting me in my place before I could even consider flinching away from her.

The sounds that would come out of my mouth when she spanked me were so humiliating! They were like pathetic moans escaping a helpless little boy. I bet she felt like my mommy, punishing me for daring to question her authority over me.

The noises coming from me only got more embarrassing as she worked her finger between my cheeks before eventually rubbing the rim of my anus. Despite my shaking, I braced myself and remained still as she stimulated me anally while continuing to milk my penis.

Pre-cum was already dripping from me like a leaky faucet, pouring on to her thick thighs. However, as my body went stiff and my eyes began rolling to the back of my head, I knew my leaky faucet was about to explode into a major flooding issue.

Moaning like a girl with my mouth stuck wide open, I was released from my paralyzed state as a tingling sensation shot through all my limbs. My back arched, and my lower half practically bounced as I shot a rope of cum all over Julia's lap, getting not only her skin but her shorts and even her shirt as well.

The cum oozed out of me as she continued milking my dick while stimulating my tight ass hole with her finger. She had always forced me to swallow my pride, but on this day, she violated me in a way I never could have imagined.

I squeezed my cheeks and tried to move off her, but Julia was too strong and forced me to stay in that humiliating position. She wasn't finished milking me until she got every last drop of cream out of me. And unfortunately, though I had been doing squats, her finger easily breached my glutes and continued to violate my rim no matter how hard I squeezed.

Eventually, I was left struggling for air, while Julia emptied my last drops onto her hand. I no longer knew what to say. I especially didn't want to face her after what she had just done to me.

"Wow... I know I asked for a little cream to moisturize my skin, but I wasn't expecting this much!" she joked, finally allowing me to climb off her. "It feels like I got trapped in a lotion factory!"

As my eyes gazed upon her, I quickly realized my biggest fears were true. It was like a swamp of cum resting on her lap. There was way too much for her to moisturize herself, like she jokingly said she wanted to do.

"I'm so sorry..." I whimpered, even though I really had nothing to apologize for. Julia knew exactly what was going to happen when she put her hands on me. Why else would she milk me like a freaking cow?!

Giggling, she got up to her feet before grabbing the towel from the previous night to wipe herself off. "That's okay, Phillip. I'm the one who wanted you to cum."

"Oh... I guess you're right..." I responded, looking like a scared and helpless boy.

She then stared at me and smiled. "I need to rush home so I can get cleaned up. But I hope you appreciate your gift as much as I appreciated mine."

I raised my eyebrows. "Gift?"

Julia walked over to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I could barely move because I was so surprised by how gentle she could be with me, especially after doing something so demeaning.

As she walked away, she grabbed the box of chocolates and placed it into her jacket before putting it on. She then smiled at me and said, "Happy Valentine's Day," before walking out the door, leaving me as confused as ever.

I sat there, naked, wondering what brought on such a different energy from her. There were times where she was almost two different people around me. And unfortunately, I realized I was growing infatuated with both of them.

***

Unsurprisingly, after a whirlwind start, the rest of my Valentine's Day turned out to be quite uneventful for the most part. All day, I texted Tina, trying to see if she wanted to do anything together. It's not like I was dying to see her, but I felt sort of obligated, considering she was my actual girlfriend.

All I received from her was a mixed bag of emotions, ranging from non-committal plans, if she wasn't busy later on, to no responses at all. I was truly left in the dark, once again, wondering if we would even see each other.

I didn't know what was going on, but I could only assume she was busy with something else. Perhaps Valentine's Day wasn't a big deal to her. That would make sense, considering academics seemed to be the only thing she was ever worried about. What made me feel even crappier was the thought that she might have been so noncommittal because she was waiting on better plans with other people.

The worst possibility of all was that she could have been spending Valentine's Day with another guy... like Romeo. I was such a loser, I texted him asking what he was doing. He told me he was busy with errands and wished me a good day with Tina. Unfortunately, I no longer knew if I could trust his word, seeing that both he and Tina had lied to me before about talking to each other.

The more I thought about my pathetic relationship with Tina, the more I started to think about Julia. My former bully had made it clear that we would never be an item, but after some of the sentimental moments we shared the previous night and that morning, it was hard for me not to pretend that we actually had something special.

There were small clues I was starting to catch, and I was probably making a bigger deal of them than I should have. Just the way she would look at me and smile sometimes, or even just that sparkle in her eyes. These were things I never saw when she first started bullying me. Embarrassingly enough, I could admit that it made me red in the cheeks thinking about these things.

The more I delved into the time we shared together, the more I drifted into a fantasy land. Sure, the way she exploited me, sexually, sure made me feel like a bitch, but perhaps she was being honest when she said she was paying me back for the gift I gave her.

This, once again, brought on my silly fantasy that Julia intended to wear that red bra and panty set in celebration of Valentine's Day with me. I had already concluded that this theory was false, considering we weren't an actual item, and she wore sexy underwear like that all the time anyway. However, I couldn't help but pretend the memories we shared sleeping in bed together while she was wearing my T-shirt with that sexy red thong symbolized the holiday that surrounded us.

I was then reminded of the embarrassment I faced when she rejected my request to shower with her. However, I wasn't too harsh on myself, because she always utilized techniques like that to tease me into further desperation. In a fantasy world, I could just assume that was her intention, while also holding the wishful thought that she was thinking about me while the warm water poured down on her naked body.

These were the thoughts going through my mind as my Valentine's Day drew nearer to an end. As pathetic as it was, I almost didn't mind fantasizing about Julia, while my current girlfriend continued to ignore me. However, with it being such a special holiday, I figured I should at least make one last effort to see Tina before the clock struck midnight.

"Hey, with it being Valentine's Day, I really wished I could have spent some time with you," I messaged her, not even expecting a response. "I know it's late, but if you're free, I'd really like to see you, even if it's just for a few minutes."

What I got back from her was more than shocking. The fact that I got a response at all was surprising enough. However, I wasn't expecting the vitriol that came with it.

"I've told you several times that I would let you know If I was available!" she exclaimed through a fiery reply. "I don't need you messaging me all day, asking if I'm available yet! You're so fucking annoying!"

Somehow, there was a harsh difference in my reaction to the way Tina berated me versus Julia. I felt like I did something wrong, and it only brought me down. I wasn't embarrassingly aroused at all like I was when my bully chastised me.

Not knowing what else to do, I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to bother you. I just thought I'd try one last time to see you since it was Valentine's Day and all!"

Once again, my eyes grew wide because there was no hesitation in her response. I immediately noticed the symbol that she was typing as soon as she received my message. What I saw next was an even angrier reply, almost as if she were lashing out at me for ongoing issues I wasn't already aware of.

"Do you just want to see me so badly because you think I owe you sex on Valentine's Day?! Because that's not how it's going to go! I don't owe anybody anything! If I'm not in the mood, then I'm not in the mood! You need to show me respect. I'm more than just sex!"

I became so nervous I was literally shaking as I texted her back. "That wasn't what I intended at all!" I quickly explained, even though I knew it was a moot point. "I just wanted to see you, but I guess I'll wait until you're not busy. And we don't have to have sex!"

From there, I simply wished her a good night, and gave up on any prospect of seeing her. As always, the ball was in her court, and not only would she dictate when we hung out, but she was especially in control of when we would have sex... if that ever happened again.

This brought me to a new low point in my life that I had a hard time grasping. After growing up thinking I would be lucky to even get a girlfriend, I finally found a girl that was so interested in me she basically pressed me to be her boyfriend. However, as lucky as I would have considered myself years ago, dating Tina was starting to make me even more miserable than I was when I was single.