My Rival / My Rival

McKayla

Twice now I’ve crossed paths with my rival, and both times things ended similarly. I thought I was just drunk the first time, but the second time was even better, despite the lack of alcohol. It was just me and her, hashing out our differences after years of subconscious tension.

Though I quite liked the idea of her having some kind of lesbian affinity towards me, for some reason, I liked the idea of her hate-fucking me even more. I mean, she was so sexy when she spanked me over her lap. And when she fingered me in the ass and denied me from finishing, I never found anyone more desirable than her.

It doesn’t even matter that I persuaded her to do those things to me. When I’ve asked people to do things they didn’t want to do, they just gave the bare minimum effort. Emily, on the other hand, went above and beyond.

Sure, I forced myself over her lap and demanded she spank me, but I didn’t tell her to pull my hair and rub my poor little cheeks, teasing me between smacks. Yes, I told her to deny me the first time, but I had never seen someone so desperate to come back to me, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm once again. And of course, I basically begged her for the anal fingering, but she was the one who decided to grope my tits with her other hand and play with my rock-hard nipples.

I asked her to do a lot of things, but I didn’t force her to do anything. I only encouraged her to do what she already wanted to do. That’s what made it so hot to me. That’s why I can’t get over that night.

Emily plays an angelic and shy girl, but I see the fire inside of her. It takes some encouragement, and maybe a tiny bit of confrontation, but when she stands up for herself, I can see that animal inside of her coming out. And when that animal takes over, I am her lucky prey.

I spent the next several days unable to get that previous night off my mind. The way she dominated me, the way she spanked me, the way she denied me… I had never experienced anything more arousing.

The idea of sex with anyone else just wasn’t the same. Masturbating wasn’t the same either, even if I was thinking about her while I touched myself. I tried to replicate the feeling, denying myself at the end just when I was about to finish, but it was nothing compared to the humiliating pleasure of being denied by my sweet little princess… I mean… my rival.

Obviously, I could never look at her the same again. But strangely enough, I couldn’t look at myself the same either. I felt sexier than ever, knowing what Emily had done to me. I was prideful, knowing that I was the one lucky girl who got to experience that side of her. I don’t know how many people she has had sex with, but I know for sure no one has ever experienced what I have.

Unable to get over how I felt, I went to the store to buy some lingerie. It may sound silly, but I liked the idea of wearing something sexy while I fantasized about her denying me again.

I know I told her I couldn’t wait until she decided to finish me, but I didn’t really think things would go any further. It was just a fun night of spontaneous sex, but understanding I couldn’t replicate anything near that amazing, I knew I would end up running right back to her.

I bought a lacey black bra and panty set, hoping that masturbating in it that night would make me feel as desirable as I did when I was with Emily. But understanding it was a tough task to match, I decided to do a little more shopping, hoping to find something that would intensify the pleasure.

I stumbled into the adult toy store, where I hoped to find something to remind me of her. Though I originally had some type of vibrator in mind, I soon turned my attention onto a dildo.

I know Emily doesn’t have a dick; that’s not why it reminded me of her. However, when I looked at it, it made me think of her… strap-on fucking me… for some reason.

I bought it and took it home, not even thinking twice about my decision. I was chasing the sensation that resulted from an odd kink, so I felt it was understandable for me to think outside the box. However, the fact that I bought lingerie and a strap-on while thinking about the little blonde princess wasn’t something I ever planned on disclosing to anyone.

Later, as I sat around at my apartment, playing on my phone, I realized that I was just wasting time until it felt appropriate to use my new toy. For some reason, nighttime was the universally accepted time for sex, but I was kidding myself, thinking I could wait that long.

First, I decided to try on my new outfit, just to see how I looked in it. As I had hoped, I felt extremely sexy as I checked myself out in the mirror. I even giggled after performing a little twirl.

Damn, I wish Emily could see me in this, I thought to myself, checking out my ass. She wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off me.

Feeling myself, I took a couple of pictures in the mirror. I had to restrain myself from sending them to her, despite my eagerness to see her reaction.

While imagining Emily putting her hands all over my body, I decided to break out the new toy. I squirmed around in bed, rubbing the tip of it up and down my body before I let it gently graze my clit.

Even if Emily wore the strap-on for me, she wouldn’t just stick it inside me, I fantasized while biting my lip. She would work me and make me beg for it to teach me a lesson.

I could have teased myself like that all night but I had an urge to put on a performance for her. Hoping it would be something that would please her, I laid the dildo on one of my pillows and straddled it, wishing it were her I was on top of.

Of course, it wasn’t the same sensation as being fucked, but that’s not what I needed in that moment. It was all of Emily’s other traits that I yearned for. The things she did without even realizing it whenever she let her guard down.

As I grinded against the pillow, I turned my body a little and gave my ass a little smack. Obviously, she had never strap-on fucked me before, but I could only imagine how rough she would be with me if I got to grind up and down her body.

I did everything I wanted her to do; everything she would want to do, as I continued humping the pillow on my hands and knees. I spanked my own ass, I twisted my nipples, and I pulled my own hair. I even played with the rim of my asshole like she did, right before she finger-fucked me.

Obviously, I felt a bit silly doing all that to myself, pretending it was her. Luckily, I lived alone, so there was no one else in my apartment to judge me. It was my little secret, unless I decided to tell Emily.

Though it was nothing compared to the real thing, just imagining Emily doing all these things to me quickly brought me to the edge of an orgasm. In my attempts to replicate the sensation she brought me, I pulled myself away from the dildo in the nick of time, denying myself from cumming.

In theory, being denied should leave you with a feeling of disappointment, but this was different. I wasn’t disappointed because I didn’t get to finish. I was disappointed because she wasn’t the one who denied me. Just like I couldn’t replicate the pleasure she brought me by doing all those naughty things to my body, I also couldn’t replicate the feeling she gave by denying me.

Maybe it wasn’t the same because of the magnitude of the orgasm, I wondered, sitting in my bed several minutes later. Maybe it was so good when she did it because I was going to cum really hard.

In that moment, I realized if she were to ever actually finish me, it would be yet another thing unmatched by anything I had ever achieved before. More importantly, it would be one more thing I would be searching to replicate, just to be disappointed by my own efforts.

It was a dangerous game I was playing, having fun by getting so involved with my blonde rival. Unfortunately at this point, I knew it was a game I had already lost.

******

It wasn’t long before we ran into each other again. The coed flag football team my friends forced me to play on was facing her team again. Despite how much I hated football, I actually looked forward to competing with her once again.

Everything felt so different as I laid my eyes on the cute little blonde standing across the field. I no longer enjoyed how unconfident she looked, now that I had seen her at her best.

Much like the first game, we got off to a big lead. How big that lead was exactly, I wasn’t sure because I don’t know how many points a touchdown is worth.

I’m a little more athletic than Emily is, so I was able to score a few times. However, the real reason we were winning was because my teammates were much better than hers.

On one particular play, I caught the ball before successfully getting away from her. Unfortunately, as she was chasing me, she tripped over her own foot, causing her to fall to the ground.

When I walked back after scoring the touchdown, my teammates were laughing and pointing at Emily while she was still on the ground. I didn’t like the way she laughed at her during the first game, but it absolutely infuriated me this time. “Stop making fun of her!” I groaned, furrowing my eyebrows at Brian and Tom.

Giggling like little schoolgirls, they continued talking shit, saying, “She is so bad!”

I quickly rolled my eyes at them and defended her. “She’s doing her best, so just stop laughing at her.”

“Well, her best just isn’t good enough,” Brian responded, making me disappointed in myself for ever dating him. “Maybe she just shouldn’t play football if she’s that bad.”

“She probably doesn’t even want to play,” I argued, putting my hands on my hips. “Her team probably begged her to play because they needed another girl, just like you guys begged me.”

Though I wasn’t able to make them respect Emily the way I did, I at least got them to shut their mouths momentarily. But as we started playing again, I decided defending the clumsy little blonde wasn’t enough.

Standing there on defense, I noticed how dejected she looked. Her head was down, as if she didn’t even want to try anymore. Maybe she’ll have more fun if she actually gets the ball, I wondered to myself as I slowly inched away from her.

When the next play started, I pretended as if I got caught up watching the other players. As I drifted away from Emily, her teammate suddenly realized how open she was. Not once had they even thought about throwing her the ball, but with how wide open I left her, the quarterback was left with no choice.

As the ball traveled in the air, I pretended to realize just how open she was. I jogged towards her direction, but I wasn’t worried about getting her; I just wanted to get a better view to see if she was actually going to catch it.

Just like everything else with the cute blonde, she looked adorable as she clumsily caught it after juggling it a few times. She was so shocked she even caught it, that it took her a second to remember she needed to run.

As I jogged towards her to get her flag, I noticed the disparaging look on her face had disappeared. Though she looked far from confident, I could finally see the excitement in her eyes; the same excitement I saw when we were… intimate.

Everything started moving in slow motion as we approached each other. Suddenly, as I saw the look in her eyes, I started to think about the way our relationship had evolved over the past few weeks.

After replaying all the moments we shared in my head, I suddenly “tripped” while trying to grab her flag. Emily didn’t realize what happened, but everyone on her team was screaming for her to keep running. She frantically churned her legs until her team was cheering and celebrating after she scored a touchdown.

I had to fight off a smile as I got up from the ground and brushed myself off. My teammates rushed over to me and asked, “What happened?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I simply answered, “She just got past me.”

After the game was over, Emily looked completely different than she did the previous time we played. She was so upbeat, smiling and chatting with her friends as if they had won the game.

For some reason, it brought a smile to my face, seeing her so cheerful. When I got a second to get away from my teammates, I walked over to give her a high-five and say, “Good job.”

Emily’s face lit up, showing off those cute, little dimples. “Thanks!” she exclaimed, looking proud of herself. “Did you let me score on purpose?”

“Of course not,” I responded, shaking my head. “You just got past me and scored.”

“I didn’t even see what happened,” she continued, looking a bit confused. “I was running and then all the sudden, I didn’t see you anymore!”

Making sure she took full credit for her accomplishment, I explained, “When I was running towards you, I thought you might try to juke me, but you just kept running straight and my legs got tangled up because I wasn’t expecting it. Next thing I know, I’m on my ass, and you’re scoring a touchdown. It was an awesome play by you!”

Once again, her face lit right up, knowing she had been acknowledged for doing something positive. Emily then complimented me back, because she’s so freaking nice and cute. Even though I didn’t really care about my performance in the game, her compliments left me feeling giddy.

Before I ran back to my team, I told her, “I’ll see you later.” I almost cringed, saying it as if I expected to see her again after what we had been through. However, she immediately comforted me by smiling and saying it right back.

When I got back to my friends, they were pretty much ready to leave. One girl noticed me talking to Emily and asked, “Are you guys friends now?”

I don’t know why, but I chuckled and answered, “I don’t know what we are.”

My friend looked at me, a little confused. “Maybe she earned your respect when she scored on you?”

Almost daydreaming about the cute little blonde, I replied, “Yeah, I respect her now that she scored with me… I mean, scored on me…”

*****************

To my surprise, the kind gesture I did meant more to Emily than I originally thought. She was in such a good mood, she direct messaged me on social media, telling me how much fun she had, and how much she appreciated me talking to her after the game.

I messaged her back immediately, once again complimenting her for doing such a good job. We continued to chat, talking about how much we didn’t like football, and how our teams just needed us to play.

Before I knew it, we were just talking like girlfriends. Not girlfriends who were dating each other, but two girls who just happened to be friends, and could have a good time chatting with each other.

Though I had already seen a side of Emily no one else had, she surprised me once again by showing more of her cute personality. She was so chatty and bubbly; I found her more adorable than even I imagined.

I had such a good time messaging her; I invited her to my apartment without even thinking about it. “I had so much fun today! You should come over.”

Before I could even think about how awkward that might have been, she calmed my nerves by responding, “Okay!”

With heavy anticipation, I waited a few minutes for her to come over. Tired of just watching the clock, I decided to tidy up my living room, hoping it might impress her for some reason.

I felt my heart jump when I heard the knock at the door. Shocked by how cute she looked, I let out a little gasp as she entered my apartment.

There I was, the girl who always needed to dress slutty and wear lots of makeup, standing in the presence of the naturally beautiful blonde. Even when she was just in a T-shirt and shorts, with no makeup at all, she was truly breathtaking.

I kept my composure, trying to stop myself from checking her out. But as we began chatting again, her bubbly nature started to capture my heart.

“Are you sure you didn’t just let me score?” she kept asking with a cute little grin. I’m sure Emily was smart enough to figure it out, but it was amazing to see her still riding the high of that moment she seemed to find so special.

“I didn’t let you score,” I assured with a friendly smile. “You just kicked my ass on that play.”

“Well, if I kicked your butt on that play, then why are you smiling so hard right now?”

“I don’t know…” I responded, getting a little red. “I guess I’ve just never seen you so bubbly like this. You’re just so… cute when you’re happy…”

The grin disappeared from Emily’s face, and she suddenly looked as if she were holding back tears. However, I knew she wasn’t sad after a compliment like that. A precious little angel like her was just touched from hearing a compliment, even from a peasant like me.

“You really think I’m cute?” she asked, twiddling her fingers.

It normally annoyed me when people sought out compliments, but with her, it was different. She deserved all the praises in the world because it gave her confidence. And when she was confident, she was an even more amazing person than anyone knew.

“Of course, you’re cute,” I assured. I then turned the dial up without even realizing it. Not thinking about the words that were coming out of my mouth or how Emily would perceive them, I continued with, “You’re not just cute, you’re fucking hot; especially when you dominate me.”

The angelic blonde did a double-take, shocked by my provocative compliment. With the big smile back on her face, she asked, “When… I dominate you?”

“Yeah… Well, you’re always hot. But even more so when you dominated me on the football field… and of course… the time you dominated me in bed…”

I don’t know why I felt the need to admit all that to her face, but I’m glad I did. I could immediately sense how aroused she was from my revelation. As she started biting her lower lip while staring into my soul, I noticed that look in her eyes again; that look I found irresistible.

Changing her tone, she sounded even sexier as she asked, “You liked it when I dominated you in bed?”

“Of course, I did… I can’t stop thinking about it…”

I could sense her breathing harder as she inched her way closer. “I’m glad you liked it… I was worried I didn’t do a good job since you had to keep telling me what to do.”

Feeling myself getting wet, I responded, “I didn’t tell you what to do. I was just making suggestions. You were the one making my fantasies come true.”

After blushing for a moment, there was a sudden look of nervousness on her face. It wasn’t the same nervousness I normally saw out of her. This was a cute nervousness, like she was daring to be brave. Looking down at the ground, she admitted, “You know, I never imagined doing any of that stuff, but when you suggested it, I actually liked the idea of doing those kinky things to you.”

“So, you liked my suggestions?” I asked, gravitating towards my hot little blonde. “Well, maybe I have another suggestion for you.”

“What is it?” she asked, letting out a little moan.

“After getting dominated by you today in football, I have a strong urge to get on my knees and eat your pussy,” I said, licking my lips. “But I don’t want to just do it on my own. I want you to tell me to do it… No, I want you to demand I do it.”

Emily ran her fingers through her own hair as the nervousness slowly disappeared from her face. Now that she had my assurance, the shy girl was ready to take on the role of being my strong and dominant woman, just like I desired. “Get on your knees and eat me out,” she said, still sounding polite.

I put my finger in my mouth and explained, “A naughty girl like me needs to be talked down to a bit. Maybe you can try to use vocabulary that I would understand. Maybe you should just tell me to eat your pussy.”

After taking a deep breath, she put on her brave face and used a stern voice to say, “McKayla, I demand you eat my pussy right now.”

Never had I been so moved to do something. I was so quick to follow orders and be the submissive girl I wanted to be for her. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I got down to my knees and pulled her shorts and panties down.

As she held on to my shoulders for support while I removed her bottoms, she made another suggestion. “I want to see your breasts while you eat my pussy.”

I almost gasped at her sudden forwardness. “So, you want to see my tits?” I asked, looking up at her from the ground.

She licked her lips and nodded her head. “Yes, I want to see your tits.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded once again with an obedient smile. I then happily removed my shirt and bra, presenting my boobs to the woman I so desperately wanted to please.

Standing on my knees, I held her by the hips as I ran my tongue up and down her inner thighs, teasing her a little just before taking her little bean into my mouth. She panted heavily, looking down at me like the little whore that I was for her.

As I looked up and made eye contact, she whispered, “You have such pretty brown eyes,” with a trembling voice.

I felt honored, being complimented by such a precious woman as I licked up and down the folds of her juicy pussy. “Thank you,” I responded, never removing my tongue from her clit.

As Emily moaned and closed her eyes, she began running her gentle little fingers through my long, dark hair. “You’re so fucking good at this,” her voice trembled, before opening your eyes again so she could look at me with approval.

“I can do this all night if it pleases you,” I offered with a wink.

“Your knees must be so sore from the ground,” she said with a cute little smile. “Maybe we should go to your room and continue on the bed?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I quickly answered, before she took my hand and helped me up to my feet. I then led her to my room and opened the door, but as it swung open, we both noticed my new toy sitting on my bed.

Oh no! I screamed in my head. I was so preoccupied with cleaning the living room that I didn’t even think of the possibility of us going into my room. Now she’s going to think I’m some kind of fucking weirdo!

Quickly, I tried to put it away, but it was blatantly obvious that Emily already saw it. The innocent and angelic woman stood there with her mouth wide open, not knowing what to say.

“I didn’t mean for you to see that…” I muttered, embarrassed in front of her for the first time.

“Wait,” she said, stopping me in my tracks before I could put it away. “Why… does it have all those.. straps?”

“Oh… erm… It’s actually… umm… a strap-on…”

“Oh…. I hope this isn’t too personal… but why do you have a strap-on… in your bed?”

“I uh… was going to… pleasure myself with it…”

“I understand that… but why a strap-on… and not just a regular toy?”

For some reason, I couldn’t think of a good excuse. As embarrassing as it was to admit it to her, I decided to let my guard down and just tell her the truth. “I uh… I got it the other day because… I was fantasizing about you… using it… on me…”

I don’t remember ever being that nervous about admitting anything in my life. Much to my luck, my nerves were calmed and I felt rewarded as a cute little smile girl on her face. She slowly aoproached me amd grabbed it out of my hand. “You want me… to wear this… and use it on you?”

Still nervous, I stumbled over my words as I tried to keep my cool. “Yeah, umm… That would be… I would like that… a lot… I mean, if you’re willing to try something like that…”

I could tell she was a little timid, but she dared to be the adventurous woman I knew she could be. Knowing how much I loved her smaller boobs, Emily left me drooling by removing her shirt and bra.

She awkwardly strapped herself up, causing my heart to almost explode out of my chest. “You’re going to fuck me so hard, aren’t you?” I asked, sucking my own thumb.

“I sure am,” Emily answered, growing more confident by the second. “Now get on the bed so I can fuck you, doggy style.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I quickly responded. When a girl like her gives you an order, you follow those orders. I did just that, jumping into position without a thought.

The sweet blonde hadn’t even penetrated me yet, but I was already moaning at her dominant and demanding behavior. Though she had never done this before, she worked my body better than I could have ever hoped for. She grabbed me by my tiny hips before inserting the tip slowly inside of me. Though I was tight, my pussy was dripping wet, allowing her to work inside and spread me open.

“Oh, fuck!” I yelled as I felt her rocking in and out of me. The animal must have come out of her, because she began pounding me like there was no tomorrow.

Much to my surprise, she started talking dirty to me, asking, “Is this how you imagined me fucking you?”

“I never imagined it would feel this good!” I admitted through my heavy breathing. “But I also fantasized about you pulling my hair and spanking me.”

By now, any guy would have already blown their load, but Emily was just getting started. As I had hoped, she grabbed a firm hold of my long hair and gave me a little tug. Then with her other hand, she spanked my poor little ass while I bounced off that dildo.

Her spanks were so loud, bouncing off my firm cheeks. The smacking sound echoed through the walls, followed by my loud yelps of pleasure.

As the frequency and volume of my moans increased, I suddenly felt myself on the edge of a earth-shattering orgasm. “You’re going to deny me from cumming so fucking hard, aren’t you?” I asked, desperately.

“Do you think I should?” she teased.

“You’re in charge! It’s up to you! I’m just your little sex slave.”

Emily probably didn’t want to, but knowing how much I loved being denied by her, she quickly pulled herself out of me, leaving my body seething as it balanced on the edge of the cliff. I let out the whiniest moan as humility overtook my naughty mind. I was well aware that it would have been the best orgasm of my life, but nothing brought me the pleasure of being put in my place by my sweet princess.

The cute blonde could almost see the sensation leaving my body as I rested my head against the mattress. With my ass still up in the air, she must have felt sorry for me, because she grabbed me by the hips and restarted the process.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, looking back.

There was almost an evil grin on the innocent woman’s face. “You’re my naughty girl,” she said in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. Grabbing a hold of my hair, she pulled me back up to my hands and gave me a harsh smack on my behind. “I’m not done spanking and fucking my naughty girl.”

Even though it built up quickly, the incoming orgasm was just as heavy as the one she previously denied me of. As she pounded my poor little pussy again, I turned back and whined, “I feel another orgasm coming!”

“What happens if I don’t deny you this time?” she asked with a cute voice.

At this point, I was almost scared of what the answer might be. “This one’s really big! I’ve been denied so many times, it might be too explosive for me to handle!”

“For your own safety, you want me to slow down a little? Well, I have news for you, Baby; I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

I looked back urgently, showing the fear in my eyes. “No! It’s going to be too big! Just deny me again and we can start all over!”

“Shut up!” the sweet girl demanded, smacking me hard on my ass. She then rocked her body, matching the rhythm of mine as she pounded the toy in and out of me. Building up an incredible pace while continuing to spank my poor little tush, it became abundantly clear that I wasn’t going to be able to escape.

I shut my eyes and gripped the bed sheets as I embraced for the strong impact. I would have needed a nuclear bunker to protect myself from the waves of this Earth-shattering explosion.

Feeling the walls crumbling inside me, I let out the longest and loudest moan of my life. I was in a constant haze as I felt the waves of pleasure drowning every inch of me, inside and out.

Losing track of any concept of time. I was left floating in a breeze of endless satisfaction. It no longer mattered who I was or where I’ve been. In that moment, every part of me succumbed to the mercy of Emily’s salvation.

When I finally woke up from Cloud-Nine, I was a little surprised to see her staring at me with such intrigue. She still had the toy inside me, but she was holding me by the hips, waiting for me to recover.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing that I had resurfaced.

“Oh…. I’m great…”

“How was it?”

My cheeks were red with embarrassment. After the display I showed, she already knew how undeniably amazing my orgasm was. “I uh… I didn’t think I could handle all of that.”

“You did great, Baby,” she replied with a little chuckle. “But for a second there, I thought you might tear up the bed.”

“Huh?” I looked down at the mattress and realized I had pulled all the sheets off. I didn’t even realize how hard I was grabbing everything, holding on for dear life. After chuckling at my own expense, I looked back at her and expressed, “I’m surprised you actually let me cum.”

Even though she was still penetrating me, we weren’t right in the middle of sex. She wasn’t as confident with the dirty talk when we weren’t getting hot and heavy. However, much to my surprise, she did her best, explaining, “Well, I denied you the first time because you were a bad girl… but this time, I wanted to reward you because you deserve it.”

“You think I deserve it?” I don’t know why, but the thought of having her approval meant the world to me.

“Yeah… You’re amazing.”

Emily probably didn’t even mean anything by that little compliment, but it was enough to force a little moan out of me. When she heard the brief moment of vulnerability escape my mouth, her instincts took over again and that look came back in her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s right; You’re amazing,” she said, as she slowly started thrusting me again. “That’s why I like making you cum.”

She could see by the look on my face, I wasn’t ready to go again just yet. However, for her, and only for her, I had no other choice but to be ready.

Shocking me once again, Emily rocked my world by fucking me until she had me screaming again. I wasn’t the type that could go multiple rounds with so little rest, but with her, there was no stopping us. Every time felt like the first time, and I was on my hands and knees, begging for more.

Am I really going to cum again? I frantically wondered to myself as she began spanking me and pulling my hair, just like I liked.

As I opened my eyes for a split second, I caught a glimpse in my vanity across the room. I focused in on the reflection of Emily on her knees, fucking me like I was her little whore.

The image was sexy enough, but there was one thing that really got me off. It was that look on her face I couldn’t get enough of. As she held me by the hips and tore my pussy up, I saw her looking down on me like her vulnerable little victim.

I watched a little grimace come over her face while she gave me a hard smack on the ass. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, forcing me to have a second explosive climax in such a short period of time.

This time, there was no letting me rest. She continued on, fucking me as my moans echoed throughout the apartment complex.

There was an overload of pleasure, much more than I could normally handle. However, wanting to please my blonde angel, I held strong and took everything she had.

When she finally gave me an opportunity to rest, I collapsed down to the bed, flat on my face. I struggled to regain my breath, panting heavily from what the sweet and innocent woman had done to me.

Once again, Emily was encouraging, telling me, “You did a great job, Baby!”

When I could finally speak again, I looked back at her and showed my gratitude. “I can’t believe you were able to make me cum so hard, twice in a row! I usually can’t go more than once, but I guess you’re just that special.”

Perhaps I should have just kept my mouth shut, because I saw a twinkle in her eyes as soon as she received the compliment. “Is that so?” she asked as she grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back to my hands and knees. “Well, two orgasms sound great, but I think you deserve a little more than that.”

I looked at her frantically, showing the fear in my widened eyes. “I don’t know if I can handle any more!”

“I bet you can,” she quickly refuted, shutting me down from ever arguing with her again. As she held my hips tightly, I realized there was no escaping the endless pleasure she was about to give me.

With the hottest little giggle, she looked down at me like her vulnerable prey and said, “Buckle up, Buttercup. You’re in for a long night.”

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Emily

It had been a week and a half since I last hung out with McKayla, and I still couldn’t get over what a crazy night we had. I never thought I would get intimate with another woman, but the things I did with her were downright kinky!

As if spanking and fingering her butt weren’t enough, I never imagined a world where I would do her with a strap-on! But even though I never thought I would be into those things… I loved it for some reason…

For me, it wasn’t about the kinky stuff. It wasn’t even about getting intimate with a super sexy woman like McKayla. For some reason, I just felt… so good when I was with her.

The way she made me feel good didn’t have to do with pleasure. She did make me feel good in that sense too; she’s so good at eating me out! However, when I was with her… I just felt so good about myself… like everything about me, even my flaws, were… accepted.

I’ve always been insecure, especially when I compare myself to girls like her, but I just feel so sexy when we’re together. And even if this relationship is meaningless to her, and this is just some type of fetish that got her off for the moment, I feel confident around her for some reason, like I never had anything to worry about in the first place.

I loved the way I felt when I was with her, but since I hadn’t seen her in a few days, I started to feel insecure again. After that crazy night we shared, I began to worry that I had overstepped my boundaries. Yes, she’s the one that suggested I do all those things to her, but after a while, I just couldn’t stop myself, and I may have pushed her too far.

She’s so hot, the way she allows me to be in charge, and let me think that I have her at my mercy so I can do whatever I want to her. Unfortunately, my insecurities started to tell me that I abused the power she gave me, doing her for too long when she probably wanted to stop.

When we were done that night, I left McKayla completely exhausted, unable to stay awake. She looked so peaceful… and beautiful… so I snuck out, allowing her to get the rest she truly deserved.

I fought the urge, every day, to message her. After letting things get out of hand during that crazy night, I felt a little too awkward to message her. Secretly, I just decided to let her message me first, hoping that would make me feel better.

I’m sure everything is fine, I thought to myself at the beginning. I mean, she wanted me to do all that stuff, right?

Unfortunately, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how many things I added that she never asked for.

As the days went by, I accepted that I had indeed done something wrong. If I hadn’t overstepped what she asked, she would have talked to me by now, I decided.

Even though we were never a potential couple, I had ruined the fun relationship I had with her. And though she probably never saw me as anything more than just a little bit of fun, knowing I had messed up the chance of having any type of relationship with her brought me down lower than I ever was in the first place.

Though I was used to being discarded because I wasn’t as much fun as people thought I would be, this time was different. Unlike when Brian left me for her, and when Tom seemed to lose all interest in me, this one hurt even more because… I was really happy… It was more than just liking her; I liked myself when I was with her.

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As fate would have it, I saw her at the bar again a few nights later. Though I had already accepted the fact I ran her off, it was nice just seeing her, looking happy with her friends again.

“Emily,” one of my girlfriends said, grabbing my attention for the moment. “Is everything okay?”

After shaking my head just to snap myself out of the daze, I refocused on my blonde friend and assured, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Have you noticed that Tom has been hanging out with McKayla a lot lately?” she asked, nudging my shoulder. “You two used to hang out a lot. Is everything okay between you guys?”

Not even realizing she was talking about Tom, I simply answered, “I don’t know what’s going on between us.”

“You and Tom used to hang out all the time. I always thought you guys were so cute together.”

My eyes popped wide open as I refocused on my friend. “Oh, Tom! Yeah, we used to hang out a lot.”

The blonde looked at me, confused. “Yeah, Tom… Who did you think I was talking about?”

“Sorry… I’ve just been a little spaced out lately. I’m not sure what’s going on.”

She chuckled before passing her untouched drink to me. “Emily, you go to the bar with us so often, but you almost never drink. Why don’t you just let loose and have a few tonight?”

Even though I didn’t really want to, I appreciated my friend’s effort so much that I couldn’t say no. Being the lightweight I was, literally and figuratively, I immediately felt buzzed after the one drink she gave me.

Wanting to pay my friend back, I told her I would go to the bar and grab us both another drink. Unfortunately, the one drink in my system caused me to stumble as I tried to leave the table. Unaware of my surroundings, I recklessly stumbled right into Tom, who was carrying a new drink of his own.

As my eyes met his, and I realized the damage I had done, knocking his brand new drink into his nice shirt, I became frantic with embarrassment. “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, quickly grabbing a napkin like it would actually do anything for his ruined shirt. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

“Oh, fuck!” he yelled, noticeably frustrated by the mess I made. “I won’t be able to get this fucking stain out!”

“I’m so so so sorry!” I pleaded, looking down like a child who was in trouble. “I can get you a new shirt… and another drink…”

Taking a step back, Tom rolled his eyes and responded, “Just stop trying to fix it. You’ve done enough.”

My blonde friend, still sitting right there, was nice enough to defend me. “Oh, calm down, Tom. It’s just a cheap shirt. Don’t act like you have an expensive taste all of a sudden. Besides, don’t you have a thing for Emily? You can forgive her.”

Tom let out a little chuckle before responding, “I used to, but not anymore.”

Though I had already suspected he was over me, since he pretty much stopped talking to me, hearing him actually say it brought my heart to a halt. Even more so than his words, the abruptness of his demeanor was jarring.

Normally, I would have just accepted it, and dealt with it poorly on my own. However, I suddenly had the courage to at least ask why he answered the way he did. “Umm… Tom?” I started, attempting to make eye contact with him without losing my composure. “I already figured you didn’t like me anymore, but can you tell me why you changed your mind so quickly?”

“Are we really doing this here?” he asked, rolling his eyes after scanning how many people were watching us. “Well, if you must know, you’re cute and all but you’re just too boring for me.”