“Let her have some water and a minute to calm down. We don’t want to chase her off,” Alexander scolded.
You Broke My Brain
“Are you okay, baby?” Derek asked.
“Uh huh,” she murmured.
He laughed and pressed a kiss to the back of her head. Her body felt limp, wrung out from the excitement and the orgasm. When Derek tugged her closer, she melted against him. While her body recovered, her mind wandered. The two men struck up their own conversation when it became obvious she needed recovery.
Sheila was both titillated and overwhelmed by orgasming in front of the two men. It wasn’t just the physicality of it. She grappled with the shift in her worldview. This was beyond even her lustiest dreams.
It didn’t help they were hardly dressed, their straining cocks drawing her attention.
She felt dirty for liking everything that had happened tonight, but it felt so good she didn’t feel too guilty about it. Maybe latershe would. Now, she needed to decide what, exactly, she wanted to do next.
Sheila was attracted to Alexander, and she grew wetter at the thought of giving in to her basest desires. However, the leap from committed relationships to casual sex had been quite enough of a shock for her boring life.
She wasn’t ready for casual sex with more than one person at a time. Yet.
It wasn’t logical, and it’d be difficult to explain, but it made sense in her head.
The idea tantalized her, but tonight had already been mind-blowing with wearing the remote control panty vibrator, having sex in an empty room in a busy restaurant, and orgasming in front of unsuspecting people.
Now she’d screamed and come in front of someone she’d met scant few hours ago. Technically, this was her first in-person non-date with Derek since he agreed to her idea of Advanced Friendship.
That was a lot, especially for someone who hadn’t had sex in over a year before she met Derek. Plus, the sex she had in the past was always under the covers or in the dark. There was no comparison.
In her periphery, she heard Derek and Alexander chat, but she couldn’t focus on their words. Her body floated on another plane of existence while her mind whirred.
Before she met Derek, she’d had about half a dozen sexual partners, few orgasms that weren’t self-administered, and a pretty bland sex life.
The majority of her sexual experiences were as part of long-term committed relationships. She’d only had a singular one-night-stand before her awakening. It was in college, and most of her memories were about her anxiety rather than anything fun that happened.
Her last two relationships were boring for lack of a better word. They weren’t bad guys; they just weren’t the right guys for her. And she wasn’t right for either of them. Both were too clingy and wanted more than she was willing to give in terms of time and emotions.
Paul wasn’t so bad. When he first asked her out, she told him she wasn’t looking for anything serious. She made it clear she needed a lot of alone time to recover from being on at work all day. He thought he could change her mind and wasn’t happy when it didn’t work. They parted as friendly exes if not friends.
Richard, on the other hand, lived up to the diminutive version of his name. After Paul, Sheila tried to be clearer about her capabilities as a girlfriend. Her time was limited to sex a few times a week, dinner once a week, and going out a few times a month.
Richard thought he’d change her mind. He didn’t.
When she broke up with him, he said some pretty awful things, which she attributed to his anger. She tried not to take them personally, but his words still rang in her mind.
“You have the emotional depth of a shot glass!”
It’d be hard for anyone to not to internalize that.
Sheila wasn’t the most demonstrative person, but he never tried to meet her halfway. He dismissed her boundaries and acted like she should do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
More than their personality and expectations mismatch, neither were able to bring out this wild side of hers that she didn’t realize existed.
Between them, they almost convinced her she was a cold, unfeeling bitch, instead of the easily-overstimulated introvert she’d always thought.
Richard had the gall to accuse her of being frigid. Even before her foray into casual sex, she knew that wasn’t true, because shecould make herself come. Plus, she had sexual thoughts on a regular basis. Just not about him.
None of her exes had been willing to explore anything beyond ‘normal’ sex. Richard, in particular, made her feel like a deviant for wanting to try new things, really wild stuff, like woman-on-top. She often faked it with him just to get sex over with.
Sheila knew there was a whole world of sexual exploration out there waiting for her, but she hadn’t realized how much she craved it. She would never go back.
