Nothing, in my entire life, had ever gotten me as hard as that did.
My girlfriend eventually started hooking up with one of the other women in the group, and while it was hot to watch, it was nothing like watching that man and woman. The fact that I also felt no jealousy over my girlfriend eventually moving on to one of her male friends sent up a few more red flags that I wasn’t experiencing monogamy correctly.
The man must have caught me staring at some point, because when I went to get myself a drink, he found me at the impromptu bar. He looked as though he was in his earlythirties, and after he ordered himself a drink, he asked me if I’d liked the look of his cockwarmer.
I stumbled some sort of response out, not sure if I’d broken a rule due to my staring, but he just smiled and explained that she was his cockwarmer for the night. With our drinks in hand, he pointed her out to me again and said that it was her birthday and he’d brought her here to share with his friends, and there she was, in the same position, mouth wrapped around one of the other men’s cocks.
Not even ten minutes later, those lips were wrapped around my cock while I did my best to talk about my combined degree, with plans for post-graduate studies. He didn’t have to convince me to share his girlfriend, I was all in from the moment he asked.
I’m still not sure what I managed to speak about, I could have just been making noises for all I know. Eventually the cockwarmer was given permission to actively suck our cocks, and if I hadn’t been having such a strong kinkawakening, I would probably have been embarrassed about how quickly I blew my load.
My search history for the next few weeks was very interesting.
Just reading about his experience had heat pooling in my core. Thinking about Hudson and how he would have felt while discovering this about himself for the first time and then thinking about the woman on her knees, mouth open wide, no other purpose in life for that brief period of time but to warm cocks.
It sounded so fucking hot.
But why the hell would he share all of that with me, only to say goodbye to me this afternoon like it was forever? I’ve been ping-ponging from that goodbye to the clothes in the apartment and feeling things inside of me breaking apart with every bounce.
And signing off with my name for him? How the fuck had he even known that? Is this some daddy dom mind-reader crap? I’m so glad I waited until I made it to my room to read his note, rather than ducking into an empty classroom or bathroom to read it. I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or disassociate when I finished reading it.
Honestly, I’m so fucking confused by all my kink-people interactions in the last twenty-four hours. I thought I had everything worked out, but now I really don’t think that I have anything worked out at all. And the lack of certainty has made a little flame of hope flicker to life, which is fucking terrifying.
Once I’d partially recovered from that, I checked my phone and saw messages from Will and one message from Xavier.
Will:Hey Emz, sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk today. We had pledge stuff to do before the test.
Will:How do you think you did on the test? I was done about five minutes after you and I think I did okay, definitely got stuck on a few, though.
Will:Also, I was wondering if you might like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?
Will:It doesn’t have to be coffee. Hot chocolate or tea, whatever you prefer.
Will:ha, sorry. But yeah. A drink of your choice before class tomorrow?
Knowing he was likely all embarrassed and squirming as he sent those messages drew a smile out of me. I responded to his questions and said yes to the coffee after a brief hesitation. I reminded myself I’m giving him a real shot. If he doesn’t ask meout on a proper date soon, I’ll ask him on one, finally kiss him, and see if there is anything between us on my end.
Whatever the result, I won’t lie to myself after that. Either I have feelings for the guy or I don’t.
Xavier’s message was…something. Both an up and a down? Maybe a double down. I’m still not sure.
Xavier:I’ll be gone for a few more days. Don’t let anyone else sleep on my side of your bed.
Just thinking about his stupid text makes me want to scoff again.Hisside of my bed. Jesus.
I didn’t bother replying to that.
The chat continues to do most of the work for me, trying to get me to open up about my man chaos, but I remain tight-lipped on the topic, instead talking about my day in general and answering questions that ask about anything else.
The alarm I set for checking my results goes off, and I quickly swipe it away. “Results time,” I tell the chat and turn back to my laptop to log in and get my results.
Just as the screen loads, I glance at the chat, and right there is the notification that EyesOnYou has joined. Fuck.
Hopefully they are just here to watch tonight.
My attention is drawn back to the laptop screen when the lighting changes, and I grin before spinning it to show the chat. “Ninety-three!”
Gifts roll in for a few minutes, as well as congratulation messages. After my second public live, I realized that there is no stopping the gifts. Most are pretty light—a SugarLife dollar for a daisy and two for a rose. It’s when they start gifting things like cars, which is two hundred SugarLife dollars, or a freaking mansion, which is one thousand, that I get uncomfortable.
