Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 7

The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I even started posting these. Craig was right. I was a dirty slut. I love sucking dick and being fucked in the ass. Craig opened my eyes to the truth of it. If I had kept dating Brad, who knew how I would have ended up? I might have been run through by every guy on campus, and be some sex-crazed prostitute. Thankfully, my Craigy set me straight. He showed me my true self and gave me pleasures I never imagined.

However, most important, even after all of the dumb shit I pulled, he continued to love me. He has an infinite amount of patience. I never realized just how bad I had been, and how much his love had kept our relationship persevering. Shortly after the incident at the party, I naturally refused to keep that vibrator in my ass. I immediately pulled it out. I wanted to throw it out, but a strange part of me felt fear that I’d make Craig angry, so I ended up hiding it in my drawer.

I was still defiant back then. I was still afraid of being loved by Craig. I didn’t feel I deserved his love, so I threw myself like a whore at Brad instead. I had it in my mind that if I slept with Brad, it’d somehow cement our relationship together, protecting me from Craig’s love. I know it was stupid, but it was how I felt at the time. I wish I could say I remained pure, that the only boy who ever touched me was my beloved Craig, but this isn’t a fantasy.

“Please, I’m so stressed from testing,” I begged on the phone.

It was finals week, and I hadn’t even talked to Brad. I was desperately trying to get a handle on my classes while looking over my shoulder constantly. It was nerve-wracking. The worst part came from the changes in my body. After Craig brought me to climax in so many different ways, my body started to change. I used to be fine without sex. You couldn’t miss what you never had. However, I now had a body that had enjoyed sex, and that body wanted to be touched more.

Perhaps, there was a small voice in the back of my head that hoped Craig would show up. I wanted him to ravish me again. I wanted to violate me and make me cum. Of course, the me at the time would have never admitted to these slutty tendencies, and either way, Craig had mysteriously disappeared and hadn’t bothered me again. Perhaps, he had been busy with finals too, or perhaps, he had been watching, waiting to see what I would do.

What I ended up doing was calling Brad and begging him to meet to relieve stress. He almost completely refused, but I was adamant that we needed to meet and he eventually conceded. I was so relieved. I’d finally get to cum, and with the boy, I should have been with in the first place. I immediately cleaned up and started to change. My eyes couldn’t help but fall on the slutty lingerie that Craig had gotten me. I had sworn I’d never wear it, but I was so horny, and I wanted to seal the deal with Brad.

I put lingerie on and then wore something cute and sexy on top. I did up my makeup and my hair. Then, before heading to Brad’s house, I made sure to stop and get a box of condoms. Then, I finally stopped at his place. He opened the door with a crack, his head poking.

“What is it?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“I said I’d come.” I frowned. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

He shut the door, and for a second I thought he wouldn’t let me in, but then I heard him unlocking the chain and opening the door. I walked in to see a dimly lit room. It looked like he had been studying from his living room. At least, he had all of his books and papers spread out over his coffee table.

“Did you eat dinner yet?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I just ate.” He nodded. “Listen, I’m kind of in the middle of a take-home exam, so-”

“I know.” I nodded. “So, you’ve been studying and not having any fun.”

“That’s what studying is.” He sighed.

“So, why don’t we take a break from studying,” I suggested, taking off my top.

Brad was a little taken back, his eyes widening as he noticed the lacy see-through bra that covered nothing of my chest. “W-what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a break,” I told him in my most sultry tone. “Don’t you want me?”

“Well, of course.” He blushed. “But I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”

“I know.” I frowned. “But isn’t that why you invited me over?”

“No, I didn’t invite you.” He frowned. “You asked to come over.”

“Because I want to make you feel good.” I sighed, pushing him down on the couch and then straddling his lap.

“I know, I know.” He moaned.

“Do you not like your girlfriend?” I pouted.

“No, no, of course, I do.” He sighed.

“Then, let’s go.” I smiled, grinding myself against him.

“Y-you seem different.” He looked up at me. “You’re acting strange.”

“You’re the one being strange.” I shook my head. “We’re dating. Isn’t it normal to have sex?”

“That…” Brad’s body shook, and I could feel something poking from below, his willpower waning.

I started to grind my pussy against his crotch. My pussy was getting wet, and the lingerie was doing its job, the thin fabric not keeping back any of the sensations. My juices had already started to drip down my thigh, and I could feel Brad’s cock starting to harden.

“Come on,” I told him, kissing his lips.

Brad’s hands slowly rose and grabbed my sides. He finally succumbed and kissed back, and then rolled over, putting me on the couch. He looked into my eyes and I could see the desire I had been looking for. He leaned down and started to kiss and nibble on my neck. I giggled and moaned, running my hands through his hair. His mouth traveled down, and his lips found the top of my breasts.

He fumbled a few times before finally getting my bra off and then began pawing and my breasts. After about five minutes, I started feeling a bit annoyed.

“Stick it in, come on.” I encouraged him.

He blushed and pulled his pants down, revealing his throbbing cock. I took in a breath as I looked at it. It wasn’t very big, was it? He seemed quite a bit smaller than Craig. He was already leaking precum.

“Put on a condom.” I decided not to look down at it.

It was the feeling that counted. Appearances could be deceiving. I pulled out a condom and gave it to him, and he struggled with it for about five minutes before he finally announced he was done. At this point, I was desperately just wanting him to do me. He was making me wait and wasting time.

“Come on, let’s do it.” I urged him, spreading my legs and rubbing my pussy.

He blushed and pushed the head inside. I took a sharp breath as it entered. It was a tight fit. I hadn’t been fucked for a few weeks. My pussy was squeezing around him, and he was barely holding himself back.

“Come on, do it.” I urged him.

He pushed himself inside me, and I finally let out a moan of relief. My pussy was finally filled with my boyfriend’s dick. Yet, it didn’t feel the same. I didn’t feel as filled. Once he got it in, he started to rock his hips. I held him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“That’s it.” I moaned. “Go deeper.”

He tried to push deeper, but it still didn’t feel deep enough. It was frustrating. The head was just barely past the entrance. It felt like he was teasing the lips. I tried to push my hips towards him, trying to get the tip into my womb, but the angle was all wrong.

“Fuck.” I hissed. “Why won’t it go deeper?”

“What?” Brad gasped, his dick throbbing.

“I-I didn’t say anything.” I shook my head. “Faster, faster!”

I decided that if deepness didn’t work, speed did. After all, if I massaged my clitoris fast enough, I could cum, even though there was no penetration at all.

He picked up his pace, but it felt like almost nothing. He was panting heavily in my face, and sweat from his body was dripping on me. His breath had a distinct garlic scent that turned me off. His hips were pumping, but there was almost no pleasure from the action.

I couldn’t understand it. Was it because it was our first time? Or maybe, his dick was just small? Why was I so disappointed? Maybe, if he was more skilled, I could cum.

“Faster.” I hissed, pinching my clit.

“I-I’m close.” Brad groaned.

“No.” I gasped.

“Shit, I can’t stop, I-I’m cumming!” He cried out.

“No, not yet, not yet,” I begged him.

I rubbed my clit desperately, trying to cum. I couldn’t cum from my boyfriend’s dick. How would I ever manage to live a life with Brad if I couldn’t even cum from his dick? He finished before flopping on top of me. My fingers slowly came to a stop. I had been close, but it didn’t finish.

“Sorry.” He panted, pulling his dick out. “This was my first time. D-did you cum?”

His dick was soft already, and the condom hung from it like a deflated balloon.

“Yeah, babe, I came.” I lied.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Nice.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” He grinned “You’re right, this was a good idea. I should probably finish my exam.”

“Right.” I nodded, as he got off of me.

“Hey, we can do it again after finals, okay?” he offered.

“Okay.” I smiled up at him.

“Oh, and that lingerie…”

“Yeah?”

“A little slutty, you don’t need to try so hard with me.”

His words crushed me a little at a time. I finally got up. Was that it? He didn’t want to go again? Craig fucked me twelve times in a row. He made me cum over and over until I couldn’t think straight. What the hell was that?

I left Brad’s apartment, feeling completely numb. When I reached the street, I felt disappointed, angry, and confused. I walked up to the nearest trash can and then pulled the twelve-pack out of my pocket with only eleven left. I wouldn’t need that. My hand tightened around it, crushing the box, and then I chucked it out.

As I turned away, I suddenly felt two arms wrap around me. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Craig’s voice caressed my ear, and my entire body shuddered. I could instantly feel my excitement returning. My mind told me he was the last guy I wanted to see, but my body said something else.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

He chuckled. “The real question is… what do you want?”

My body shook, and I could feel my willpower crumbling. Brad had disappointed me. He had left me completely unsatisfied and wanting.

“I want to cum…” I admitted.

“Heh, come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led the way.

If I had any expectations of him taking me to a nice hotel, or out dinner and a movie, then such hopes were dispelled quickly. The me at that time was just a whore who didn’t deserve Craig’s effort. You could only treat a dirty slut like that one way. He dragged me into the ally behind a dumpster.

Well, if you want the nitty and gritty about that, you’ll have to come back later. That’s right, this is a two-parter! Don’t worry, I’ve decided I won’t hold anything back anymore. I will finish this story about how Craig helped me become the woman I was meant to be!