My sexual experiences. Ep. 2 (The "Serious" Relationship)

Before I start with girl 2, I have a short, but not that interesting encounter with the girl I'll call 1.5. I was playing wingman for a friend of mine who was interested in another girl was was being dogged by 1.5. Even though I was told 1.5 had a bit of an overbite, she also had big tits. So I was game to play distraction. I know where my priorities lie. When we met up with her and her friend, I did my best to strike up conversation, and pour on the charm, so to speak. She did seem into me, and well, her tits were pretty big, even seen through her shirt. We started dating back and forth, but between me getting to feel her up and see them, and her touching my cock through my pants, we never did anything. Our locations never worked out, and she was very flaky. Even after deciding to break up, she came back the next day to where I worked and gave me a balloon and flowers or some shit. I wasn't that into her, really so I didn't accept. Strange thing was, she ended up becoming friends of sorts with girl 1. That kinda through me for a loop, but aside from a short visit to me nothing came of it.
Here's what was really strange about it.
When talking with her one time, she mentioned some dumb thing she did as a kid, the kicker being her and her brother finding a syringe in a trash can and sticking themselves with it... I remembered this story because it happened to a friend of mine from when I was a young kid and his sister.
Yes... I nearly fucked the sister of my childhood friend. Who I also knew when I was 8 years old. Something just odd about that.

Moving on...

Girl 2 was something out of a high school romance tale... except like a porn version of one.

Back in sophomore year, even before girl 0 and girl 1, I had a major crush on girl 2. I didn't know her name, or who she was, but she sat next to me in study hall. She was a thin girl, with nicely sized chest. Her face had a very pretty, intriguing look to it. Later in the year, she ended up in the same art class as me. It was then I managed to catch a glimpse of her name. I thought it was a fake. It was an exotic name I never heard before, and matched the exotic look she had.

While I more or less lost contact with her after that art class, I began to hear more and more about her during Junior year. Rumors pertaining to who she dated, or was dating, and her apparent "easy nature." I thought nothing of it, and was interested in a few others at that time.. also I was probably dating girl 1 at the time.

Well through Senior year, friends of mine spoke of her here and there. When she started to pay me more notice, I didn't really care anymore. Sure my curiosity was piqued, but her reputation kept me from caring any further.

When I was at my job (grocery store this time) during the end of senior year, a friend and I had a game of seeing who's photo was on the "new hires" wall, and since it was impossible for anyone to look good in a sudden polaroid photo, this usually provided some mild laughs. While waiting in the breakroom and seeing him peruse the latest batch, he bursted out in laughter, after reading aloud a certain name.

"Wait... what did you just say?" I yelled as I ran over to the board. Sure enough, it was her. (Without saying what girl 2's name was, I will say that it's easily jokingly mispronounced as "ashtray") So there she was in the most unflattering picture I'd ever seen of her. Her light brown hair pulled back as lighting made it look like she was balding. Her eyes open wide and focused on some unseen object just above the camera lens. Unflattering, but hilarious.

Oddly enough, knowing the sudden attention she was giving me at school, I was somewhat concerned. It felt like the school's toy was suddenly after me. Sure enough her advances weren't so forward as outright asking me if I was interested, but I wasn't blind to see what she was doing. She went FAR out of her way to walk through whatever aisle I was in when passing though. She got very close to me, often letting her arm or breast rub past me whenever she needed something I was near. She'd ask for hugs, even though we weren't that close. And through it all I couldn't help but think how hot she was. So I took a shot.

When I finally went on a date with her, I knew what she was supposedly like, and I didn't exactly hold back with her. The movie theater date was mostly us kissing and groping each other, and when we got back to my room, it didn't take long for me to have her shirt off. Unfortunately for me she sensed how fast everything was going and cut it short there.

Of course there were subsequent dates... well, not so much dates as makeout sessions. She told me about the guys she'd fucked which only got me interested in finally showing her what I had to offer.

Her reaction was... different. There was a sudden silence followed shortly by a crazed laughing. At the time, I didn't think this was a good thing, and usually it's not, but when she added a few words, I felt better.

"But.. you're so skinny!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's not supposed to be that big!"

When I asked if she wanted to fuck, she told me she still thought she wasn't ready, and maybe would be by Monday. The weekend just started.

I fucked her the next day. We fucked for over an hour straight, and I was purposefully late to work because of it. The poor girl could barely walk when we were done.

The second time we fucked I asked her if it hurt, and told her if if she wanted to stop, just to tell me. Like the last girl, she didn't say anything but started crying while we were fucking. Only this time, it was a different reason.

"Y-you're leaving!"

Perhaps I didn't bother to mention this, but I had in fact, signed up to go into the Marine Corps before even hooking up with her, and she knew this. I assured her that it still wasn't going to be for a while.

After that she spent nearly every day with me, and eventually unofficially moved it. We spent every night together, and we'd fuck for hours at a time. She craved it from me, and barely got a moments rest. We'd do whatever we wanted until midnight, fuck until 4 am, and sleep until noon to start the cycle over again. She was the first girl I'd ever gone down on (and I still do it rarely).

Despite the fact she swore she was bi, and said there were a lot of girls she wanted to invite over... that never happened. I did find it funny how often she'd try to drag friends of mine into our sex episodes. A friend of mine who was going into boot camp with me was treated to her removing her clothing and conversing with us as if nothing strange was going on. That night she kept asking me to have sex with her, even though he was still there. I didn't know him that well, so I never pursued it.

It wasn't until after I came back from boot camp that she got her not so subtle wish. I had spent a good amount of the day with a friend of mine and her, which apparently got a friend of mine in trouble with his parents, and he was forced to stay the night with us. It didn't take long for Girl 2 to start her ways again, removing her clothes, and asking me to fuck her while he was there. This time, I was a bit more familiar with him, and I went ahead with it. It wasn't enough, apparently.

"Take off the blanket.", she said.

Sure, we usually didn't fuck with the blanket over us, but I thought I'd extend a bit of a courtesy to the guest. She didn't care.

I removed the blanket, as I looked over toward my friend. He seemed to be torn between watching us, and ignoring us, and his want to watch us, was clearly gaining control.

"I don't mind if you watch us, " I told him.

"It's kinda like watching a porno," he replied.

"Yeah, except you can reach out and touch us, not like a porno." I quipped back.

"...can I?" he asked nervously.

I looked over to Girl 2, and she smiled and nodded back, saying she didn't mind.

Thus began my first MFM threesome. While he never penetrated her, we did eat her out, get blown by her, her jerked by her while I fucked her, and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. We even ended up doing it again the next night I remember being excited to do it again.

Unfortunately things didn't stay good between us, and once I was headed back to California, Girl 2 decided she didn't want to wait for me. She met some guy where we both worked, and her fragile, dare I say completely idiotic mind feel for his BS about how I was "never coming back" and that the "government owned me". When she finally confessed to me, I was broken. I think it has a lot to do with the way I am today.

Oddly enough, she called me approximately one week later to tell me she wanted to get back together. I didn't accept.

Many MANY years later, I found a pic of her on MySpace, which led her into contacting me. I'm glad to know she didn't get any smarter because she invited me to a club, despite the fact that I lived about 750 miles away.

Eventually we got to talking again, and she mentioned that her breasts got bigger (they were on the small side) going from a B to a C. She asked me if I had gotten any bigger, and I sent her a few pics to decide for herself.

Apparently I did.

I even made her live-in on-again-off-again ex quite upset when he found the pics on her desktop. Apparently he said quite a few insulting things... and then immediately started looking at various PE techniques.

We haven't talked in ages, and TBH, she's thin as hell and looks like a crack-whore now. I wouldn't be completely opposed to a revenge fuck, however. Especially since I'm pretty sure I've gotten bigger since the last time she saw those pics.

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