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For their final night together before they parted for University, Pep and Aina agreed to grant each other one fantasy. Aina asked for sex in the shower, standing up. She’d had that fantasy since she’d seen a couple do it under a waterfall in a movie. There weren’t many waterfalls about, but she could close her eyes and pretend. She put one palm on the shower ceiling and draped her other arm around Pep’s shoulder. Then she’d lifted her left leg and helped his cock in. She’d braced herself under the water as he thrust into her, and the water cascading over her skin, with her eyes closed, could just about pass for a waterfall. For greater realism, they probably should have turned the temperature down, but that wasn’t happening. Oh, it felt good though. At this angle, his penis was reaching as deep as he’d ever been, except maybe when she rode him, and he was really going for it. Oh, she was going to miss human contact. Oh, she was going to miss Pep. Oh, this was fucking great…she came with a squeal.Pep’s fantasy was a sixty-nine, and our story begins as their attempt at a sixty-nine neared its conclusion. Ah, they were a handsome sight. Her rear end and his face seemed part of the same creature, so closely was he pressing his mouth to her genitals, and his forehead to the lower rim of her ass. His tongue was worming around in there, and she was wet, just dripping. See his eyes closed, feeling every lick, every tug and pull on his dick, while trying hard to keep his attention on placing his tongue as effectively as possible on her vagina.Trace your line of vision along their respective torsos. See her thighs and buttocks jut out, trembling slightly as pleasure builds. See his chest inflate and deflate as he breathes ever deeper. See her breasts hanging three inches above his navel and, at last, if you can see through her swinging brunette hair, Aina’s mouth is worrying his erect penis like a dog with a bone. She’d started slowly and gently, but they were getting to the business end now and he was feeling her tug and yank and suck it so hard that it almost hurt, but it felt so, so good…It was Aina who had the last orgasm. He came first, but gallantly kept up his work on her vagina until she finished too.They had said all there was to say. She had a place to study literature with education in Granada. He was going to study chemistry in Reus. They were going to literally the opposite ends of the country. They would meet each vacation. Aina had her vibrator. Pep had his right hand. They would phone, not religiously every day, but most days. They’d see how phone sex worked out. They would try to keep it together. And they’d be honest if they met someone else. *“I’m moving my fingers a bit higher. I’m twisting them a little, imagine a corkscrew. Left and right. Now I’m thrusting them into you, as if my fingers were my cock…”Aina followed his instructions, with her middle and index finger. She looked at the screen. He was naked too. It was her turn.“Ok, I’m rubbing your balls and pressing the button between them and your ass. Don’t touch your cock, not yet…”It was their second attempt at phone sex, and it was just as much of a disaster as the first one. The first time they had been unable to stop laughing. But the second time, when sexual frustration had had more time to grow in them both, they decided to take it more seriously. And it was very clearly not working for either of them. Neither was really aroused. They rang off, irritable and frustrated. *Aina confided her frustration to the best friend she’d made at college, whose name was Irene.“What you need is a fuck buddy, Aina.”“Oh, I couldn’t cheat on Pep with another guy. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.” She said this with force and conviction, meaning every word.“But that’s the beauty of it. You’d still be with Pep. I’m not saying leave him, or that you should break up. You still love him, and he loves you. But you can have your needs met by a guy who doesn’t mean anything to you. A fuck buddy whips out his cock, fucks your brains out and leaves. Then you call Pep and ask him about his day and do all the sweet stuff. Then, when the time is right, you forget about the fuck buddy and go be with Pep.”Irene’s plan sounded seriously risky to Aina’s ears. She knew about the concept of the fuck buddy, of course. But it would still feel like cheating, Pep would never be happy with her sleeping with another man…She knew that was a misconception at once. She wouldn’t be sleeping with him. She’d be fucking him.“What Çankaya Escort if the guy develops feelings for me?”Irene nodded, and Aina wondered how far her knowledge of this arrangement was based on experience. As far as Aina knew, Irene was in a long-term, albeit on-off-again relationship. Irene continued, “That is a danger. If that happens, you have to cut him off at once. It shouldn’t. You should be absolutely straight with him about what you want from him, and about Pep. That brings me to the other risky part. If you take a fuck buddy, Pep has to know, and he has to be free to have one too.”She had not needed this self-evident truth spoken aloud.Aina thought about the conversation all the time, until her next video chat with Pep. She thought about waiting until she actually saw him, but that was a month from now. And, somehow, raising the topic felt easier when not in person. *“Sweetheart, my friend Irene had an idea. She thinks we should talk about fuck buddies.”Pep frowned. He too was aware of the concept. But the idea had never entered his head.“Fuck buddies? You mean, sleep with other people?”“I think Irene’s plan was to have sex with other people, not sleep with them.”Pep at once grew anxious and uneasy.“Aina, if you’ve met someone, you can tell me. Just be straight out, please. Or if it was, you know, a one-night stand, I’d rather just hear it, we can talk it out…”“Pep…I haven’t touched another man. I swear. But this is about frustration and needs. We both have them. I know you want to get laid tonight…”“Not with someone else,” he broke in.“No, I know. That came out wrong. Ok, try this way. I love you. And you love me. I never doubted it. But frankly, we’re both sexually frustrated at the moment. We’ll get, what, one night after three months, and then another three-month wait? Pep, one night every three months isn’t enough for me. I’m sorry. But I understand it isn’t enough for you either. If you take a fuck buddy…” She paused, not for effect but to allow the idea that he had permission too to sink in, “…and I… have my needs met by a stranger…” (Aina employed her voice cleverly to emphasise the last word) “…then we can reunite and be more in love than ever.”Pep was, at that moment, hurt and angry. He suspected she was cheating. He suspected she was bringing guy after guy to her dormitory room, even though the idea that she had become a slut overnight would run contrary to everything he knew about the character of Aina, someone he’d known since Elementary school. He ended the call. He ended the call, but he slept on the idea. He walked around Reus for days thinking about the idea. He realized there was no way she was cheating emotionally. He knew he was frustrated, and he understood she must be too. He wanted sex. And she was permitting him to have it, at a terrible price. His orgasm would cost the purity of their relationship. He would no longer be the only one. But wasn’t that better than losing her completely?He sent her an email. He said he was open to the idea, subject to negotiation. *No University classmates. No friends from university. No one you worked with. No bar staff, if it was a place you frequented. No one on your street, or your apartment block. No phone calls, only messages to arrange hookups. Maximum once a week. That is, you can meet one night per week. You could do it more than once on one occasion. Only one fuck buddy at a time. Fuck buddy must be fully aware that you are in a long-term, committed relationship. They discussed making it a written contract but agreed to trust each other.A week later, Pep exercised his new freedom. Three days later, Aina could wait no longer. She did too. *“How are you?”“I’m ok,” Aina said.“Good. Classes all good?”“Yeah.”There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Both sensed at once what it portended. Pep knew he couldn’t lie to her, not after they had promised not to. He took a deep breath.“Aina, I’m going to be honest. I think it’s best. Now, we talked about this, and we agreed on this. At the weekend, on Saturday night, I went to bed with someone.”Aina knew they’d agreed to it. She knew that she was just as guilty, or guiltless, whichever it was. But it still hurt. She still felt her heart rate increase. She still felt disorientated at the thought of Pep sleeping with someone else. Tears welled up in her eyes. All she could do was nod.“Ok.”“Before Keçiören Escort I arrange to see her again, I wanted you to know.”“How was it?”“That’s…not something I want to talk about.”“I do.”There was a long silence.“Aina, you know you can…”“Pep…I did too.”Aina started to cry. What was making her cry was really the exhaustion of the conflicting emotions that had plagued her since being with Roberto. She’d enjoyed it at the time, but guilt had invaded her since. Now, it was coming to the surface. She looked across the screen at Pep. Was he still hers? The physical act didn’t bother her much…a bit, but not much.No, she was worried he’d have his head turned. She was afraid Pep was so made that he couldn’t do it bloodlessly. She worried that he would have sex, lie with the woman a while. He’d chat to her, and they’d laugh, and he’d think, ‘oh, she’s really nice. Why am I clinging on to boring old Aina when it’s obvious I can be happy with someone else…’She would have given anything, anything, to read his mind at that moment.Pep looked at his lover and took this in. He wasn’t sure what he thought. Yes, a part of him was jealous and hurt. A part of him was relieved that he wasn’t the only one that had engaged in consensual cheating. It helped ease the guilt he felt. A part of him was happy she had had her needs met.And a part of him was turned on by the idea. He looked at her and wondered what those sweet blue eyes had seen. What acts had she performed? Had she blown the guy? An image of her o-face sprang to his mind’s eye. She was at full stretch on her back. He couldn’t see the guy, so he was above her, but she was flat on her back. Her shoulders were bare, and it was obvious she was topless. Her neck was arched back, as far as it would go, her long, brown curly hair stretched out behind like octopus tentacles. And her mouth was open as if gasping with pleasure. Aina often threw her arms back above her head, when she came on her back. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in her orgasm. And it was someone else giving it to her.Oh Christ, someone had fucked her. Sickness arose in his stomach. No…no, it was ok. It was normal and natural…But she’d…had another guy’s cock. It had been inside her, where he went. Would he see her the same way again? But he’d done the same. Fuck, had this all been a mistake?At that moment, a clever, wise idea hit Pep. He realized that a tearful phone call wasn’t going to help the situation. They both needed time to absorb the idea and clear their heads. He said,“Aina, I think we both need to take a time out. I’ll send you an email and we’ll call next week, ok?”Aina was glad about this plan. She nodded and blew him a kiss. They exchanged “I love you”s. And then they hung up. *Four days later, Aina sent Pep an email.“Pep,I won’t say I’m sorry because I’m not. I trust you to keep me in your mind, whatever you do, and I ask you to do the same. I’d like us to make love over the phone this weekend. Can we do that?Love, Aina.”Pep had spent the intervening days jacking off and thinking about Aina naked. Thinking about Laura, his fuck buddy, naked. Thinking about Aina and Laura together, in the same bed, naked.Laura was black…very black… and petite. She had Moorish ancestry on her mother’s side and an African father. She was tiny, though. Scarcely more than five foot and rake thin. Her breasts were small. She drank a lot. She was kind of loud. She was very, very good at sex. He’d come hard and strong with her.What did Aina’s lover look like? He wanted to put a face to the guy. He didn’t need a name, but he wanted a face. Pep was, now, overwhelmingly curious. He decided to ask her.“Dear Aina,Phone sex this weekend sounds great. I’m curious to hear about your adventures. I’m not angry. I’m curious. I want you to tell me your version of what happened. Change the guy’s name if you like. Describe sex to me, as if you were telling an erotic story. You don’t need to be embarrassed; I want to hear.Honestly, the idea of hearing you discuss it turns me on.Love,Pep.”When Aina read this, she realized she wanted to talk about it. She needed to hear about the person that Pep had met. After all was said and done, she was a woman, like her. What was she like? She agreed. *“So, we undressed, and Laura…put it in her mouth.”“And what did you do for her?”“At first, not much. I tousled her hair as she gave me a blowjob. Her hair felt different from yours.”Pep grew hard at the memory of his penis being sucked. Etimesgut Escort He recalled Laura’s eyes as she looked up at him.“Did you come?”“Yes.”“From the blowjob?”“Yes.”“So, you didn’t…have sex?”“No, we did. After that.”“Did she come?”“Yes.”“In what position?”“She was on top of me.”Pep was bored. He wanted to hear about Aina’s experience.“Pep, what do you remember about her?”This was an odd question. Pep had to think.“Well, she’s pretty short. She’s black. And her belly button wasn’t cut well, so it sticks out.”When Pep said that a great wave of relief swept over Aina. He had described only physical things. There was nothing emotional there. He wasn’t in love with Laura.“I love you, Pep.”Taken aback, he stammered, “Er…I love you too, Aina.”There was a long silence. Pep broke it.“So, how was it for you?”“It was ok.”“Just ok?”“It was fine.”“What did you do with him?”“We undressed and had sex.”“Was it good?”“It was different.”“Did you come?”Aina was growing uncomfortable. This was between her and Roberto. Why did Pep want to hear this stuff?“Pep, I don’t want to. I don’t want to talk about it.”Pep frowned. An awful idea had entered his head.“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”“No.”“Aina, I want to hear. Details. Tell me everything.”“I don’t want to.”There was a long silence.“Aina, would you write it down? Tell me in a story. You write so well. Honestly, it would give me a hard-on to read it. If you feel ok with it, write the story of what happened and send it to me. Nothing you tell me could upset me, ok?”This wasn’t entirely true. He’d be upset if the guy had hurt her. And if they’d done anal. And if she liked him.“Maybe. I’ll think about it. Can we change the subject?”“I think that would be a good idea.” *It took her two weeks to craft the words. Pep waited on the edge of his seat for her story to come through, once she’d told him she was working on it. There was something odd in her email.“Pep, there is a detail in there that might…worry you. Don’t be worried about it. It means nothing. But you asked for the story, and it’s in there.”What on earth would make her write such a thing, assuming she’d been telling the truth when she said he hadn’t hurt her?Aina found that the practice of writing about sex she had experienced in real life was, in fact, an aphrodisiac. She recalled moments from her night of sex with Roberto and wrote them down. And describing them stirred…internal memories. By the time she had finished her story, she was hot enough to masturbate.Pep had scheduled a night with Raquel on the third Saturday since they’d first gone to bed, but it had been three weeks without any action, so he was getting hot under the collar. A fortnight after he’d requested it, Aina emailed him her story. He locked the door, opened a bottle of wine, and opened the document.“I met Roberto on Tinder. He was a non-smoker, he seemed to keep in shape. He had pictures with friends so wasn’t a freak. I swiped right. We went for a walk in the gardens of the Amhara palace and then we had a drink. I asked him back to my place, on the understanding that it was for non-committal sex.Roberto took his shirt off. He had a decent upper body. then I removed my dress, so I was down to my panties and bra. So far, so normal. Now, this is the part I mentioned, Pep, that you mustn’t overthink. When he undressed below the waist, it was clear that he was…very well endowed. The bulge in his boxer shorts was very substantial. And when he took those boxers off, this was confirmed. I have a very limited experience of seeing male penises, and yours was the first and (until recently) only one I had seen in an intimate setting. But from what I understand, his was abnormally large. Like, above average. And, sweetheart, I am NOT saying yours is too small…”Pep’s eyes widened. He read on.“Roberto gave me a kiss… just a peck… on the lips, and he helped me remove my bra. He kissed my upper body. He paid a lot of attention to my breasts. Being kissed is very arousing for a woman, you know, so I liked that. I was feeling nice. He offered to go down on me, but I didn’t want him to. That’s an intimate, loving act I allow only you to do.”Pep leaned forward. He remembered that she had resisted his request to do that at first, that she had been uncomfortable about oral sex.“So, he used his fingers to stimulate my private parts until they were ready for…penetration. He masturbated me for, maybe ten minutes. And while he was doing that, I helped him along a little too.”Pep’s mind went into overdrive. Did she suck it? Or just use her hand? If she’d said oral was an intimate private act…? Or did the oral part come later?“We agreed we were ready for penetration, so I helped him put a condom on.”You helped him put a condom on? Did this grown man need help putting one on, with his enormous penis? Seriously? This was the first line he felt a little hurt by. She was willingly doing something, using her hands or mouth on his cock, that he could do himself.
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