The League of Bi-Curious Gentlemen, Part 3

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The rest of reading week passed in a bit of a haze for both Jonathan and Lauryn. As she promised—or commanded—they did in fact fuck twice more that first night, and he woke up the next morning from a vague sex dream to find that she was languorously sucking his cock. They spent the better part of the day in bed, alternating between talking, fucking, and going down on one another. He was amazed at how insatiable she seemed, and when he tentatively said something to that effect, she sighed, stretched out her body in a pulse-quickening feline way, and said, “Yeah. I’ve missed sex.” “How long has it been?” “Since douche-hole and I broke up.” “But that’s…” “Six months. Yeah.” He shuddered, looking down at the curve of her back as she pressed against him. So beautiful, and so sexual… their couplings of the night before and that day so far were like a revelation to him, so hungry and ardent she was, and how comfortable she was in her own skin. It was, he realized with a start, the best sex he’d ever had with a woman. The fact that she had gone without for six entire months was tragic, and he said so. “Tragic. Yup, that’s the word. Betty’s been getting quite the workout.” “Betty?” “My vibrator. I had to buy her after I broke Wilma.” “But why?” “Overuse.” “No,” he laughed, squeezing her closer. “Why the abstinence? It’s not like you’d have any difficulty seducing a guy.” She wrinkled her nose in a moue of distaste. “I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been out with anyone, or haven’t been hit on. But after Asshat the Cheater, Escort bodrum I was just so sick of the fucking games. I mean, really, if he’d said ‘Look, we live in different cities and go to different schools—what do you say we see other people?’4, I’d have respected that. I don’t know if I would have agreed, but at least that would have been honest. As it was, I suddenly discover he’s been fucking this blonde for months, all the while pretending we were still exclusive.” “How did you find out?” She snorted in disgust. “That’s the other thing. An anonymous email, which I later discovered was sent by another girl he’d been fucking, who was jealous that he’d thrown her over for blondie. See what I mean about the fucking games?” He nodded. “Anyway, by the time school started this year, I was just so done with it all. For two months I just couldn’t be bothered. Then I started going out again, but I think my disgust meter was just too sensitive. It didn’t take much to trip it. I was a total bitch to a lot of guys. Not that I regret that—anything douchey, anything stupid they said as a pickup line, I was just, like, go fuck yourself. And anyone who made it past that first contact, it just seemed they were all too into Asian chicks. The number of times I’ve been asked if I have a schoolgirl outfit… I mean, I’ve gotten that since high school, and my ex was always on me to dress up like that for him, but these last few months it just pissed me off.” “Did you?” Jonathan couldn’t help asking. “Dress Escort Kuşadası up for him?” “No,” she said, and stuck her tongue out at him. “So don’t think of asking. I wondered for a while if he started fucking around on me because I wouldn’t satisfy his fantasy of the submissive geisha girl or something. But then I came to my senses and realized, no… he was just an asshole.” “But you still use Sailor Mercury as your handle.” “Well, what can I say? I loved that show when I was younger. I always identified with her; I was the nerd as a kid, the one who was obsessed with homework, who was shy and demure. But that was also the time I discovered masturbation. I did it all the fucking time. I started to imagine that Sailor Mercury was really the one with the amazing sexual inner life.” “It’s always the quiet ones.” She laughed out loud. “You’re one to talk, hot nerd!” she said, and kissed him deeply. “Sometimes the clichés are rooted in truth, you know.” She sighed again, and lazily ran her nails down Jonathan’s belly. “But I was still horny. That’s where Wilma came in. And the chat rooms and the gay porn.” She smiled at him crookedly. “It just now occurs to me,” he said slowly, “that what led us to this point was you wanting to watch men have sex, but we haven’t talked about it at all since I came over last night.” She grinned at him, and let her fingertips drift down his belly and under the bedsheet to lightly caress his soft cock. “What can I say? You’re such an amazing lay, you obliterated bodrum escort all such thoughts from my head.” He shivered with pleasure, both at her compliment and what her fingers were doing to his stiffening cock. “Really?” “Yes, really. You seem surprised.” “A little. I always just figured I was just OK.” “Hmm,” she murmured as she nuzzled into his neck. “It’s obvious you actually believe that, too. I suppose that makes sense; all the guys I’ve been with, my ex included, who thought they were pure bundles of sex? They’re the ones who are just OK. Just OK on a good day. A lot of them were simply shit. But you? You like women.” “Uh… yeah. Most guys do.” But she shook her head emphatically. “No. Most guys like sex, and most guys like to be flattered by their imagined reflections, like women are mirrors. You like women. I could always tell. It was one of the reasons I had a crush on you.” “Had?” “Have.” She smiled wickedly, encircling his now-hard cock with her thumb and forefinger. “Don’t worry, I want to hear lots about your man-on-man fun times. But for now, I’m just kind of enjoying you.”She slid the sheet away from his pelvis and bent down, taking his cock in her mouth with an appreciative moan. He moaned in concert with her, running his hands through the tousled silky pitch of her hair, giving himself over to the sensation of her tongue and lips. After a few minutes however, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off. In answer to her quizzical look, he gasped, “There’s a problem with how you suck me.” “What?” she asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice. He flipped her onto her back. “It makes me want to fuck you.” She laughed throatily, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. *** They spent the rest of the day naked in bed, dressing only when hunger drove them to order a pizza.

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