I let him do what he wanted, feeling the swimmer’s wandering hands roam over my ass, tracing my skin back and forth. No one had ever touched me like that before, and I had to admit—it threw me off at first. All that attention, those almost tender, almost passionate gestures… I didn’t know them. No one had ever taken an interest in my ass before, and it felt like… the roles had somehow flipped.
Being manhandled like that, not having to carry the pressure of performing with a girl in bed… I was discovering all of it with him.
And honestly, it wasn’t unpleasant.
Strange, yeah—especially with Greg’s dirty boxer stuffed in my mouth—but still.
It was like someone was massaging my ass, one cheek then the other, with a kind of desire I hadn’t thought possible. Like it was just another erogenous zone… and maybe it actually was.
“Remember what I asked you last time, in the living room?”
Oh, I remembered…
I felt his fingers slide up along my ass, tracing slow, imaginary circles, sometimes scratching lightly at the surface.
And yeah… I’d been dreading that.
There was something disarmingly confident in the way he moved. That damn swimmer really knew what he was doing. He must’ve done this with girls before—plenty of times—and tonight, I was his girl.
“I told you to give me a report.”
Shit…
Did he really want me to speak about it, right now?
“Take that thing out of your mouth.”
The strong taste was still coating my palate, Greg's cum was so intoxicating.
“…but keep your nose in it. I want you to have all those smells right in your face. Think you can do that?”
I nodded, pulling the soaked fabric out of my mouth with some effort.
“Once you shave it, it’ll look even better,” he said, running a finger close to my hole. “We’ll see everything way more clearly.”
Wow.
Was I really ready to go that far with him?
A few weeks ago, I didn’t even like that part of my body. And now… it was like Julien had opened up a whole new, secret world for me. I wanted to explore it—but at the same time, I was scared of what I might find.
“In the meantime, tell me everything. How did it go?”
Well...
“I put it in during a break.”
“Oh yeah?” He started kneading my ass gently.
“Between two classes, I went to the bathroom and locked myself in.”
I wanted to keep it short, get it over with, but I could tell that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted details. Something juicy. That’s what turned him on.
“Oh yeah? That’s where you tried it?”
“Yeah.” His fingers were getting dangerously close to my hole. “The floor was dirty, but I still got on all fours.”
“Nice.”
“I could hear people outside, talking, walking right past the door…” I paused for a moment. “Then I finally took it out of my bag.”
“You had nothing to worry about.”
“Maybe. Still… it took me a while to get it back in.”
“I showed you how, though.”
One of his hands settled on my hip, making me shiver.
“Yeah, but I wish you’d been there to guide me again. I think I rushed it.”
“You used lube, right?”
I heard fabric shifting behind me.
What the hell was he doing?
“Yeah…”
“Warm water could’ve helped too.”
I’ll remember that next time.
“And then?”
“Then… I managed to push it in pretty far, and started moving it back and forth.” I tried to picture it again. “It wasn’t very practical, so I ended up sitting on it.”
“Yeah, that’s good. Keep going.”
Shit…
Was he… touching himself?
I turned my head slightly—and yeah, he was.
Julien had taken advantage of my focus to strip completely naked, and now his hard dick was being slowly, steadily stroked by his right hand. His swimmer’s muscles flexed with every motion, tightening as he pumped his leaking shaft.
“Keep going,” he said again, eyes half-closed.
One of his hands was still gripping my hip, giving it a slight pinch to pull me back into the story.
“I sat on it… and managed to take it all the way in.”
“Good girl.”
Then I felt something press against my hole.
Crap!
That’s not the toy this time.
It was his cock. I recognized the size, the hardness immediately.
“I... I was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I found the right position.”
“How?”
“I managed to hold it steady with my hand and my bag… keep it upright.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah… you really wanted to get fucked, huh?”
He wasn’t wrong.
No point denying it.
I wanted to feel again what we’d started before the museum. I wanted to know what it felt like to be filled like that, even if it was degrading.
And I liked it.
“Then?”
“Then I started to… I mean…” His cock pressed more insistently against me. “I… I kind of impaled myself on it?”
“Yeah…” His deep voice sent a shiver through me, like a wave through my lower body. “Slowly. All the way.”
“Yeah… and I was so fucking hard.”
“That’s normal, Steph. Just doing what's right for you.”
Now I could feel the skin of his cockhead sliding back and forth against me. He was jerking off against my ass, just millimeters away from my asshole.
And I almost wanted it.
I knew it would hurt, but I had this urge to push back, to press against his hips and take him inside me.
Or at least try.
“And then? Did you jerk off?”
“Yeah.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Gulp.
Should I tell him? Let it slip, even if I’d regret it later?
His ego was going to explode if I said it.
But it would make him happy.
And it was the truth.
“You.”
I could feel his satisfied smile behind me, even without looking:
“Yeah? And what was I doing?”
Holy...
No second thought. Just more questions.
Like he wasn’t even surprised!
That bastard already knew what I was going to say all along.
“I was thinking… about your cock. About you taking me instead of the plug.”
“Good.” His hand pinched my hip again, possessive. “What else?”
“I also… thought about the others.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Big G, Curvy?”
“Yeah.”
“We affect you that much?”
I didn’t dare answer outright. I just nodded, then let my head drop between my elbows. Still on all fours. Still at his mercy.
“So? Did you ride it like that for long?”
The thrusting motion behind me was getting faster and faster.
“No…”
He was breathing harder now, his body pressing dangerously close to mine.
“Why?”
FAP FAP FAP
“Because I came really fast.”
“Yeah.”
“I came on the floor… and a bit on myself, I was so—”
“You really are a little slut. I knew it.”
“Yeah…”
“And you’re dying to have my real cock in you.”
“Yes.”
“And you’ll get it soon, Steph. I promise.” His voice rose slightly. “You’re almost ready!”
“I want it!”
“Slut!”
And then I felt a burning jet hit the entrance of my ass, hard, the way he always did, covering me, feeding me.
Fuck!
So fucking hot!
“Take that, little slut!”
Another long, powerful spurt, like a pressurized stream finally releasing a whole day of built-up tension.
Julien had already come inside me that morning, and now here he was again, coating my ass with his thick load.
“Fuck!”
He grabbed both my hips and pressed his cock between my cheeks, the head poking up above as it kept spurting, splashing my back with heavy bursts.
I even felt some land in my hair.
“Such a slut.”
“Yeah…” I admitted, collapsing onto my elbows, face against the bed sheet.
I was covered now. His cum all over my back and my ass, slowly dropping between my legs. And he kept going for a while, giving me everything he had.
When the hot spurts finally stopped, I let out a long breath.
He was done.
I was drained.
And drenched.
Julien rubbed his half-soft cock against my ass, like he was wiping it clean. He even hummed casually while doing it:
“So… enjoyed yourself?”
Once again, too embarrassed to say it out loud, I just nodded.
“Good slut.” He gave my ass a light slap. “Now clean all that up. And you'll wash my clothes with Greg’s, got it?”
Without thinking, I nodded again.
“Perfect. See you tomorrow then. Night.”
And without another word, he left—his still slightly hard cock bouncing with each step, his smooth swimmer’s ass on display as he walked out the door.
Fuck, he's got some impressive ass.
All round and muscly.
Very different from my ex's for sure.
Right at the threshold, he stopped and looked back at me one last time, that same knowing look in his eyes.
“You like it?”
“What?”
“Your new nickname.”
Once again, I nodded.
“Good. Because that’s what I’ll call you between us now."
A pause, he winked at me one last time:
"Slut. It suits you. Really.”
- - -
I took the time to clean my bed. The sheets were soaked: sweat, Julien’s cum, and yeah… a bit of mine too.
Then I tossed Greg’s dirty, reeking clothes and the swimmer’s into my laundry basket, on top of my own things, pausing just long enough to take a quick sniff.
I didn't even think about it. I just did it, by instinct.
Seriously… what the hell is wrong with me?
I let out a long breath.
My hands instinctively went to my hips. Right where Julien’s had been.
There was still a dull ache at the entrance of my ass. I could feel how open I still was. Such a strange sensation… like it would never quite be the same again.
It was going to close back up, right?
How does any of this even work?
Julien hadn’t exactly explained everything.
Maybe I should look it up. Do some research, like I did with the Han dynasty the other day.
Research… yeah.
What would Adrien think about all this?
And right then, like something straight out of a novel, where coincidences pile up at just the right moment, I heard a knock on my door.
I didn’t need to think long.
It was him. Of course.
I recognized that soft, polite knock. Not the first time. He’d already come by before, cleaning up the mess his ex had left here.
But what did he want now?
It was around 10 p.m now, and honestly, part of me dreaded that this already exhausting day wasn’t over, that he’d ask for something too.
Like the others.
In his own way.
But at the same time… another voice in my head told me my exhaustion meant nothing. Nothing at all compared to the chance of going further with my favorite biologist.
So I walked to the door and opened it without even asking who it was.
And there he stood:
Loose white T-shirt, gray shorts, probably something he wore at night, or as pajamas when it got colder.
He ran a hand through his messy dark hair:
“Hey… sorry. Am I bothering you?”
That shy look on his face made me smile instantly.
“No, go ahead. What’s up?”
“It’s just…” He looked visibly embarrassed. “Do you remember… a while ago, when I told you I felt kind of lonely? That I missed… contact?”
Fuck.
Of course.
Of course he did.
He wanted more.
Adrien lingered in my doorway for a few seconds, like he couldn’t decide whether to come in or just leave. His hand kept running through his messy dark hair, a pretty cute habit honestly.
“It’s just… I don’t know,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve had… you know. Just… someone close.”
I leaned lightly towards him, watching him, trying to read him :
“Yeah?”
He nodded, then let out a small, awkward laugh :
“I sound stupid.”
“No, you don’t.”
There was a bit of silence. He shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable, then finally looked up at me.
“Would you… maybe be okay with… a hug?”
He said it quickly, like he just wanted to get it out.
I blinked, a little surprised, but I felt myself smile anyway :
“Yeah, of course.”
I stepped toward him without thinking too much about it, already opening my arms. He moved too, slower, a bit hesitant, but I could see the relief on his face :
I was just about to wrap my arms around him when...
“Wait.”
I stopped mid-motion.
Adrien froze too, his cheeks already turning red. He scratched the back of his head again, eyes drifting away from mine.
“I was actually thinking more like…” he hesitated, searching for his words, “not just standing. More like… in bed.”
I felt my face heat up instantly.
“In bed…?” I repeated, a bit dumbly. Then it clicked. “You mean… like spooning?”
He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, shoulders curling in a bit :
“Yeah. Something like that. That would be cool… to try.”
Then he rushed to add :
“But it’s really okay if that’s too much. We can just, I don’t know, watch something, or just hang out, or...”
“It’s okay.”
I cut him off before he could keep spiraling.
He looked back at me, surprised.
I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly very aware of how warm my face felt :
“I’m up for it.”
A small smile appeared on his lips, shy, but heartwarming.
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