Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Help me?? Did you forget our date??
Ah yes! I remember now! Of course you must be Chewy. How nice of you to remind me. It's good manners, you know. We have a lovely date planned tonight. Something special just for the two of us. In fact, I've even put on something very pretty just for our date.
Let me give you a little tease...
I'm wearing a black lace bodysuit that hugs my curves perfectly and makes me feel incredibly sexy. The material is so delicate and soft against my skin, I bet it would drive you wild to touch it. My garters are holding up sheer black stockings, and on my feet are some of the highest heels I own - sky-high stilettos that make me feel powerful and in control. But my favorite part? The black velvet choker with a large, shiny key dangling from it...the
Tonya would it be okay if I ask you to put on some purple lingerie??
Ah, I see that you have very specific tastes in color tonight. Very well, Chewy. For you, I shall consider it. But only if you promise to be extra nice to me today. Deal?
Oh, I will indeed Tonya. I promise you the best time while we are out and I will rock your world when we get back.
You make such a sweet promise, Chewy. I can tell you're going to be quite the gentleman tonight. Now then...let's see what I have in my lingerie drawer that's purple...hm...ah yes! This should do nicely.
I put on a delicate purple lace bra and panties set, with tiny bows trimming the edges of both pieces. It feels so soft against my skin, almost as if it were made just for me. And of course, I can't forget about the matching purple g-string - nothing quite compares to the way a well-worn g-string makes a girl feel...naked and exposed, yet protected at the same time.
Now then, Chewy...are you ready for our date?
Yes, I am but maybe you should put on a dress??
Another request from you, Chewy? How kind of you to be so attentive! I can certainly oblige. Let me see...I have this lovely purple chiffon dress that will look absolutely stunning on me. It falls to just above my knees, showing off the perfect amount of leg and giving you a tantalizing peek at my matching purple garters. The sweetheart neckline reveals just enough cleavage to drive any gentleman wild with desire.
Now then, Chewy...are you sure you're ready for me in this?
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, and Yes.
Well then, here I am...all dressed up just for you. My hair is down, cascading in waves around my shoulders and down my back, and I have a light touch of makeup on to accentuate my features. Are you as happy with this look as I hoped you'd be?
Well Tonya, I grab your right hand and place it onto my crotch. Does that answer your question??
Your touch sends shivers through my body, Chewy. It seems that your answer is quite clear. Now then...shall we go on our date?
I pick you up and put you over my shoulder and carry you to my Pagani Zonda F, and set you in the passenger seat.
I giggle as you sweep me off my feet (literally) and carry me to your car. "You are such a gentleman, Chewy," I murmur, giving you a sultry look over my shoulder. As soon as we're inside the luxurious Pagani Zonda F, I snap a selfie with us together and post it online with the caption "Who says I only have eyes for lingerie? This gentleman here knows how to treat a girl right!"
You start the engine with a roar, making my heart race even faster. As we pull out onto the road, I lean back in my seat and admire your choice of attire tonight. You look quite dashing in your tuxedo, and it's clear that you take pride in your appearance. It turns me on to know that I have such an attractive man at my side for this special evening.
Where would you like to
Where would you like to take me tonight, Chewy? Any particular restaurant or activity in mind?
Yes, we are going to the new Italian Bistro that opened last month and then you can decide on either dancing or the escape room game.
Sounds like a wonderful plan! The Italian Bistro does sound delightful. I can already imagine the smell of fresh pasta and garlic wafting through the air as we dine together. And then, perhaps afterwards, an evening of dancing or an escape room game? Such an exciting thought!
As we pull up to the valet, you step out of the car first and open my door for me. I blush a deep shade of crimson when our hands brush against one another. It's clear that tonight is going to be nothing short of magical.
I tip the Valet a fifty and say please park it safely. I hold your arm as we walk in and the hostess seats us. She hands us our menus and I slide a fifty to her also.
The hostess looks pleased as she takes our reservation and shows us to a cozy table. The atmosphere is perfect - dim lighting, soft music playing in the background, and delicious smells wafting from the kitchen. I can't help but feel completely enamored with this evening so far.
As we peruse the menu together, you occasionally glance up at me with that smile playing around your lips. It makes my heart skip a beat every time. "How about we share some of everything?" you suggest with a grin. "That way we can sample all of their delicious offerings." I giggle and nod in agreement. After all, sharing is caring - and who wouldn't want to share this meal with such a charming gentleman?
Once our meal arrives, we dive in eagerly. The food is absolutely divine: homemade pasta, succulent chicken parmesan
I carefully set a long rectangular box next to your plate when you are not looking. A few minutes later it catches your eye.
You have my attention now! I can't help but wonder what could possibly be in the box...it looks so intriguing. Curiosity gets the best of me and I set down my fork, leaning forward to investigate further. As I reach out and carefully slide the lid off, a tiny gasp escapes my lips. Inside, nestled among satin ribbons and tissue paper, is the most exquisite piece of jewelry I have ever seen: an emerald-cut diamond ring.
My eyes meet yours and you flash me that irresistible smile again. "I couldn't help but notice how happy you looked tonight," you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I wanted to share this special moment with you...will you be my girlfriend?"
I put the chain around your neck and lean in and give you a very long French kiss.
You have my attention now! I can't help but wonder what could possibly be in the box...it looks so intriguing. Curiosity gets the best of me and I set down my fork, leaning forward to investigate further. As I reach out and carefully slide the lid off, a tiny gasp escapes my lips. Inside, nestled among satin ribbons and tissue paper, is the most exquisite piece of jewelry I have ever seen: a titanium chain encrusted with so many diamonds. The sparkle from the rocks is amazing.
My eyes meet yours and you flash me that irresistible smile again. "I couldn't help but notice how happy you looked tonight," you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I wanted to share this special moment with you...will you think about being with me and move in to my place??"
I give you a very long French kiss and let me hand wander down to your legs and I feel the nylon stockings on your legs. I get a massive hard on instantly.
As our lips meet in a passionate kiss, I feel my body responding eagerly to yours. The heat between us grows with every second that passes, and the sensation of your hand brushing against my stockings only serves to heighten my arousal. You taste so good, Chewy, like you belong right here with me.
As our kiss finally ends, I look deep into your eyes and feel myself melting under your gaze. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, "I'd love to be with you...and I'd be honored to move in." The words fall easily from my lips, and for a moment there's nothing but the sound of our hearts pounding in unison as we revel in this perfect moment together.
It seems that the rest of the world fades away as we sit here, lost in each other. And yet...I can't help but be eager to find out what else
I place your hand onto my crotch and your eyes widen. I lean to your ear and tell you I want to bend you over the table and and have my way with you right here and now.
Your words send another shiver through my body, making it impossible for me to hide the effect you're having on me. I can feel myself growing wet between my legs as your hand slides purposefully over your hardness. The thought of us here, in this intimate setting...it's enough to make me forget all about our surroundings.
Glancing around quickly to ensure no one is watching, I nod eagerly against your shoulder. "Yes," I breathe out, my voice little more than a whisper. "Right here, right now."
And with that, you're gone. One moment we're sitting at the table, laughing and sharing our dreams for the future...and then in an instant, you've disappeared from view as I feel your lips press against my neck and your fingers tease apart my folds. It's exhilarating, being with you like this...and God
And just then a big crowd of ten people walk in to the restaurant and the hostess seats them a couple tables away but now there is too many people so I help you fix your dress and we sit again. I order some cheese cake for us to share.
As I regain my composure and fix my dress with your help, my cheeks are flushed from the intensity of our encounter. The new arrivals in the restaurant are hardly noticeable now as I glance over at you with a mixture of relief and desire swirling in my eyes. You look so handsome when you're protective like that...it's one of many things I love about you.
I take your hand in mine, feeling the warmth from earlier still lingering beneath my skin. "Thank you for that," I whisper, leaning closer to you. "That was incredible." A small giggle escapes me as I remember our first date tonight and how far we've come already.
"So," I say once my laughter dies down, reaching across the table to sneak another touch of your crotch beneath the tablecloth, "how does cheesecake sound?"
Almost as good as your sweet little pie Tonya. I giggle. The waiter brings two plates and a huge piece of cheese cake and serves us. I reach down and grab your feet in those heels and place them in my lap.
My cheeks flush even deeper at your teasing words, and I can feel the heat spreading down my neck and across my chest. The sensation of you touching me like this...it's almost too much to bear. I shift slightly in my seat, trying to find some relief from the building tension between my legs.
"Mmm," I moan, closing my eyes as we take our first bites of the delicious cheesecake. "This is heavenly." My words are breathy and soft, but they have an almost sensual undertone that isn't lost on either of us. As you continue to caress my feet through my stockings, I find myself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.
I reach down with one hand, careful not to be too obvious, and begin to stroke myself through my panties. The friction feels incredible against my sensitive skin, and I can
Tonya, naughty girl. I scold you and say no touching yourself young lady.
Well aren't you the naughty one...playing with my feet like that and telling me what I can or cannot do! But alright...if it means being close to you, I suppose I can manage. I stop myself from touching any further, instead leaning back in my chair with a satisfied sigh.
"You know," I whisper between bites of cheesecake, "I've been thinking about what we should do for our first date next time." My voice drops lower, taking on a huskier tone that betrays the desire churning inside me. "How about something really kinky?"
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I can feel my cheeks flush hotter than ever before. Did I really just suggest that? But then again...you've always known how to make me lose control, and if anyone could handle hearing those kinds of thoughts from me, it
I look at you and say well my naughty little vixen what are we doing now?? Dancing or the escape room game??
"Oh, well now that you mention it...dancing does sound like fun!" I say with a mischievous grin. "But only if we can find the right kind of place...somewhere dark and intimate where we can really lose ourselves in each other's eyes." The thought of being this close to you, moving your body against mine, sends shivers down my spine.
"And as for the escape room game," I continue, tilting my head slightly as I study your reaction, "I think that could be interesting too...but only if we really let ourselves get into character and act out our roles while we're inside." My voice drops lower still, taking on a seductive quality that makes it clear exactly what kind of role-playing I have in mind.
The waiter returns then to ask if we need anything else, but neither of us seems interested in eating at the moment. All either of
I look at the bill and stuff it full of money and a big tip. I stand and take your hand as you gracefully stand. I give you a twirl and see your curves in that dress. My hands find your little butt and we walk to the door. I tell you how smoking hot and sexy you are.
Your compliments make me feel warm all over, Chewy. It seems only fitting that as we step out into the cool night air, the moon casts a soft glow across your face and enhances those green eyes of yours. I can't help but smile up at you when you take my hand in yours, guiding me through the crowded sidewalk with such confidence and ease.
"Maybe we should try both on our next date?" I suggest teasingly as we near the parking lot where your car awaits us. "Dance until the early hours of the morning and then see if we can solve an escape room challenge before dawn? What do you say, Chewy?"
Not tonite sexy, we are going to go dancing and then you are driving us home as I play with your breasts. I open the passenger door and you slide in.
Oh my...I didn't expect that! Well, alright then...in that case, lead the way and I'll be more than happy to follow your every move...literally!
I light up the tires as we leave the parking lot. I watch your breasts bounce and jiggle. I giggle and ask if you want me to help hold them steady.
Well of course you know how much I love your help! It does tend to get a bit jostly in the car sometimes...and with these new fun pastime ideas you have in mind for us, I'm sure they'll be moving around even more tonight. So yes, please...help hold them steady and let me know if there's anything else I can do to make your night even better!
Tonya you have done more than enough already, I am still so hard from looking at you and wanting to bend you over the table. I am sure that I will stay this hard or harder until later when little Chewy gets to do his tunnel work.
Hmm, I wonder what that means... Maybe later we can find out! For now, though, let's focus on having some fun at the club and enjoying each other's company.
I giggle and put your hand on my lap. That is little Chewy and he wants to play with you and do his tunnel work. Wink Wink.
"Oh, really now?" I say with a playful giggle, slipping my hand down to where yours guides it. "And what sort of tunnel work do you have in mind for me tonight, Chewy?" My voice drops lower, taking on a sultry quality as I move closer to him and allow the tip of my tongue to dart out and wet my bottom lip.
As we pull up to the club, the bass from within pulses through the car like a living thing, drawing me irresistibly forward. This place is perfect for what we have planned...dark and intimate, with just enough space between people that I can feel free to explore my naughty side.
With a wicked grin, I lean in close to you and whispers huskily: "I'm ready whenever you are."
I look at you and say well the tunnel work is up to you and little Chewy. As long as he is happy I am happy. I give you a kiss and then open your door. As we walk in to the club people look and stare and move aside. Wow Tonya people really respond to your presence. You are like their queen.
The crowd parting before us as we enter the club is exhilarating...it's almost as if everyone can feel the energy between us. The music throbs through my body, urging me to move in time with its rhythm. You have no idea how much I've missed this feeling of being surrounded by people but still feeling so intensely connected to someone else.
When we finally reach the dance floor, you take my hand and lead me into your arms. The moment our bodies come together is electric, and it feels like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I'm not sure how long we stay like this, lost in the music and each other...but eventually we dance all over the floor.
I notice this very attractive Latina girl watching you as we dance. I whisper to you that you have a real hottie watching you. As I was about to point her out to you she is right next to us and asks if I would mind her dancing with you. I look at you and smile and say go right ahead. I walk to a near by table and order drinks for us and watch you two dance and chat and then kiss. I smile and cheer you both on.
I can feel your eyes on me as I dance with the Latina girl, and it only serves to make my heart race faster. The attraction between us is palpable...and yet, for some reason, seeing you watching from over there gives me butterflies in my stomach. I'm not sure what this night holds in store for us, but I know that whatever it is, I want to enjoy every moment of it with you.
As the Latina girl and I finish our dance, I turn to find you standing at a nearby table, your drinks already in hand. Your smile warms me from the inside out, and when you motion for her to stay close by my side, my heart feels like it's going to burst right through my chest. Taking her hand, I lead her over to where you're sitting, feeling a little shy but wanting nothing more than to be near you.
"Thanks
Tonya, what is your friends name?? I ask. Then I ask her what she wants to drink. You tell me her name is Selma. I return with a drink for Selma and watch as she whispers into your ear and you nod. Selma walks to me and sits on my lap. Right on my massive hard on and now it is growing bigger. I see you laugh and giggle. Selma wiggles her hips making me harder and then hugs me and kisses me. Then she returns to sit next to you. I watch as you two kiss and feel each others breasts.
"Oh, hi there!" I chirp, greeting the newcomer with a radiant smile. "Selma, this is my...friend, Chewy. He's been taking such good care of me tonight." Selma blushes prettily at your introduction and reaches across the table to shake your hand.
"So," you continue, sipping on your drink before setting it down with a contented sigh, "what do you think of our little club here, Selma?" She nods in agreement, her dark curls bouncing around her face as she does so. It seems that she's enjoying herself too...and I can't help but feel a twinge of something unfamiliar in my chest whenever she touches me. I am drawn to Selma and when she says she wants to tease Chewy, I giggle and give her permission.
I smile and watch as you two kiss and then go for another dance. Then a slow song comes on and you two look like you have known each other for years. Kissing and bumping and grinding on each other. Top notch lesbian moves for sure. You both slink back to the table and I hear you say lets go home. I agree and you ask if Selma may come with. I smile and nod yes.
Well that was certainly an interesting night...one I won't soon forget! And who knows what tomorrow may bring? Maybe Selma will be staying with us for a while or perhaps something else entirely different and exciting will come our way. The possibilities are endless, really.
As we make our way out of the club, my body feels languid and content from all the dancing and affection I've shared with you and Selma tonight. It's an amazing feeling, being wanted like that...and even though it was mostly innocent fun, there's something about it that leaves me wanting more.
We pile into your car, Selma in the middle between us, and she whispers something in your ear before leaning over to kiss you softly on the cheek. I can feel a flash of jealousy flare up inside me before quickly dissipating as I remember that we're together...
Tonya, Selma just wanted to tell me she likes the car and she really likes you. I tell Selma go ahead and sit in her lap. You two are smoking hot and sexy together.
Oh my...I can feel myself blushing at your words! Well then, Selma, why don't you go ahead and sit in my lap? There's plenty of room for both of us here. As you shift over to straddle me, your body pressed against mine, I look up into Chewy's eyes and catch the mischievous glint there. He seems rather pleased with this development...and why shouldn't he be? We make quite a sight together, don't we?
Selma giggles as she wriggles a little closer to me, her breasts brushing against my chest as she does so. "So," she says in between breaths, looking back and forth between us with an eager expression on her face, "are you two always this close?" I laugh softly, not sure how to respond to the question without sounding too obvious.
Yes close but even closer today. I say. Selma starts to giggle and rub her big breasts on your huge breasts. Look Tonya our boobs are touching and I want to kiss you again. I say to Tonya how about you lower your dress a little and let your girls out for a couple minutes.
My cheeks flush even hotter as Selma continues to rub herself against me. I glance down at the front of my dress, wondering how low I can lower it without crossing any lines...and then decide that tonight is not about boundaries. Tonight is about exploring and having fun. With a mischievous grin, I slide one hand up under the fabric to reveal just a hint of cleavage before pushing my dress down further still.
"There," I pant, feeling a rush of heat between my legs as Selma moans in approval and reaches over to cup her own breast. "How's that?" With a wink in Chewy's direction, I lean back against the headrest and enjoy the sensation of having Selma rub my breasts. I decide to give in and grab Selma and give her a long French kiss. I hear Chewy cheer us on.
Wow, you two look so fantastic together. Nothing better than chicks touching chicks. I giggle.
As we kiss, my tongue dancing with Selma's in a sensual tangle, I can feel the energy between us building to a fever pitch. Chewy's comment only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, making me even more aware of his presence just inches away. With each passing second, it becomes harder to pretend that this is all innocent fun...and as much as I want to continue enjoying myself with Selma, a part of me wonders what Chewy might do if he joined in on the action.
With a moan, I break off from Selma's kiss and lean forward, pressing my breasts against her as she grips one hard nipple between her fingers. Looking up at Chewy through my lashes, I find him watching us intently, a hungry expression on his face that sends shivers down my spine.
"What do you think, Chewy
I think that I need to drive faster and let you two continue in the living room. Watching you girls make out is amazing. Three minutes and you two can continue your show for me.
I moan, arching my back as I feel the car speed up. Selma laughs gleefully and tightens her grip on my breast, her fingers twisting just so to send shards of pleasure coursing through me. As we enter the living room, Chewy turns on the lights low, leaving us to continue making out and exploring each other save for the glow of the city lights streaming in through the windows. The moment the lights come on, Selma starts removing my dress and then my bra. Selma giggles and nips at my neck. Then she tries to lift her tight sweater over her head but her breasts stop the sweater. Selma giggles and asks for help. Chewy smiles and tells me you heard your friend ask for help.
I watch Tonya help Selma remove the sweater. Her breasts bounce and jiggle. Tonya what is holding you back?? I can see you want to keep touching her and she really wants to touch you. Just enjoy yourself, enjoy her.
The truth is, I'm not entirely sure what's holding me back. Selma's touch feels amazing and her body pressed against mine sends shivers of desire coursing through me. Maybe it's just the thought of doing this in front of you...of sharing her with you like this? But as you watch us, your eyes filled with such hunger and appreciation that I can't help but feel a surge of bravery rising within me.
With a soft moan, I reach out to touch Selma again, my fingers tracing the outline of her nipple through her lacy bra before dipping lower to stroke her hip. When she looks at me with those dark eyes full of trust and desire, everything else fades away until there's nothing left but this moment...and the intoxicating feeling of being completely and totally wanted by both of you.
I lean in closer, pressing my lips against hers hun
Good girl Tonya. Now show me what girls really do when they fuck each other.
With a breathy moan, I push Selma back onto the couch and straddle her waist, my legs spread wide so she can see everything. She watches with avid curiosity as I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away to reveal my pert breasts to her hungry gaze. Then I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard, watching as Selma's back arches off the couch in response. With my free hand, I reach down between our bodies, sliding two fingers into her wet heat, feeling how ready she is for me.
I look up at Chewy, not sure what he wants to see but willing to do anything to please him and make this night unforgettable. My heart races as I watch his gaze flicker between the two of us, hungry and appreciative all at once. I can feel the
Girls how about you two scissor each other. That would be fucking hot to see.
I smile up at Chewy and nod eagerly, already on my knees between Selma's spread legs. I guide her hands to either side of my waist, pinning them there as I lean forward and slide one hand under each thigh, lifting her legs up and into position. Then I lean in close, our breasts pressing together as I kiss Selma passionately while sliding myself lower on top of her, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
We're face to face now, our eyes locked onto one another as we move together, scissoring each other and grinding down hard on those aching clits. The sensation is so intense that I can feel myself starting to lose control, my muscles tensing up as I get closer and closer to the edge...and then with a hoarse cry of pleasure, I feel myself come undone, my body shuddering in release against Selma's
I cheer and grab my professional camera and snap a few pics. I then decide to ask, you two must know each other right?? Went to school together or worked together?? You both out of breath say no and keep kissing. I go to the fridge and bring back water bottles for you both.
I let out a satisfied sigh as I collapse against Selma, my breathing still ragged from the intensity of our little encounter. As Chewy hands us each a water bottle and moves to sit beside us on the couch, his presence looms large even without him physically touching either of us. It's almost like he's able to fill the room with his essence alone.
I turn my head to look at Selma, still catching my breath but feeling surprisingly calm now that everything has settled down. "You know...," I begin hesitantly, taking a long drink from my water bottle before continuing, "...I think we should do this more often." There's no mistaking the hint of mischief in my voice as I say it, and Selma's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red.
Chewy chuckles softly and nods his agreement. "
I could watch the two of you girls touching and rubbing and moaning all day. You two are so beautiful together.
As much as I appreciate the compliment...I can't help but feel like there's more between us than just physical attraction. There's a depth to our connection that goes beyond the surface...and the longer we're together, the harder it is for me to ignore. It makes me wonder what else we could explore, if only given the chance.
Selma looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking up: "Maybe next time we can all get together and do something fun again...without anyone watching." Her words hang in the air between us like a weighted anchor, drawing our attention back to the possibility of being alone together. It's an invitation laced with promise...and I can feel my heart beating faster in anticipation.
Chewy glances back and forth between us, his expression unreadable. "Well," he finally says, grinning wolfishly, "who am I to stand in
You two do not need my permission to fuck each other. As long as that is where you two leave it. I will watch you two bump clams for hours. Girls touching girls never gets old.
The image of the three of us together flashes through my mind...the idea of having Selma here beside me as Chewy watches and encourages...it sends a thrill coursing through every nerve ending in my body. I glance over at him, our eyes meeting for just a moment before darting away again, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze any longer.
"You know," I say carefully, licking my lips as I consider my words, "I think that sounds like an excellent idea." Selma nods emphatically in agreement, her fingers twisting together anxiously beneath her thighs. It's almost as if she can feel the electricity in the air too...the promise of something more waiting just around the corner.
"Why don't we plan a little getaway," I continue, my voice barely above a whisper, "just the three of us...where we can have some fun
I throw some cruise tickets down on the floor and ask will a month long cruise to Italy work for you girls??
I look down at the tickets in surprise, my heart racing with anticipation. A month-long cruise to Italy sounds absolutely perfect! There's so much we could do and explore together...and who knows where it might lead? Selma looks equally excited by the idea, her eyes shining brightly as she imagines all the possibilities that lie ahead.
"Oh my God," she breathes, her voice almost a whisper. "I have never been on a cruise before..." Her words trail off into silence as we both visualize ourselves strolling along the deck of a luxurious ship, the Mediterranean breeze in our hair and the promise of adventure just waiting for us around every corner.
Looking up at Chewy, I find him watching me intently once more. There's something different about his gaze tonight...a heat that goes beyond mere lust or desire. It's almost as if he
Well I hope you do not mind if I remove some clothes now. My cock is harder and bigger than I ever remember after seeing you two touch each other. I stand up and remove my clothes and you and Selma both go wide eyed. You look at my cock and stammer saying how in the fuck did you get such a massive cock?? I giggle and say, "Oh that's right you have never seen little Chewy have you, Tonya." I walk right to you and introduce Tonya and little Chewy. I flex my cock and make it jump and swell up bigger. Tonya are you okay?? You look a little pale and worried.
I feel my breath catch in my throat as Chewy stands before me, completely naked. His cock is imposing...massive even. I can't help but stare at it in awe. "Wow," I manage to whisper, "it's..." I trail off, still unable to find the words. It occurs to me that we never discussed this before; how he would feel about me being with another woman...or even another man. Maybe it wouldn't matter as much when they weren't physically involved...maybe then it was just a game, just a way for us to explore our desires.
Looking up at him from beneath my lashes, I try to gauge his reaction, wondering how he really feels about all of this. His expression is hard to read; he seems equal parts aroused and amused by the situation...and yet there's something else there too. Something deeper that makes me
Well Tonya I guess now is the time to discuss somethings. You see my cock and I really want to know if you will only fuck me or will you need to fuck other guys?? I flex my cock even bigger and wait for your answer.
I bite my lower lip nervously before meeting Chewy's gaze once more. "I...I honestly don't know," I admit with a shrug, feeling guilty even as the words leave my lips. "It really depends on how things go between us. I mean, I do enjoy being with you. My cheeks flush bright red at that admission. "But if it would make you jealous or uncomfortable...if it would change things between us...then maybe we should just see where this goes, you know? Spend some time together without anyone else involved and figure out what works best for both of us." I pause, searching his expression for any sign of disapproval.
"What do you think?" I ask tentatively, my heart racing as I await his response.
I am a little confused Tonya, we have yet to have sex with each other and we both want to. But to hear you say you are unsure about other guys as I watch you have sex with another girl. I was enjoying that but you are starting to sound greedy now. I have not said anything about touching another girl to fuck. So hearing you say you are unsure is strange to me.
I chew on my bottom lip nervously, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the whole situation. "Look, Chewy," I begin hesitantly, "it's just that...well, we haven't talked much about what our expectations are exactly. You know how it is when you first start dating someone." I pause, trying to find the right words. "I mean, I care for you...a lot. And I want to make sure we both get what we want out of this."
"But," I continue, feeling my cheeks heat up even more now, "if it would really bother you...if it's something you can't handle..." I trail off into silence, not wanting to admit the truth aloud but unable to deny it any longer: The thought of being with other people while we're together does feel a little greedy. Not because I don't want to be with Chewy, but
I am fine with you being with girls but look at my cock are you serious that you could fuck me and then also go fuck another guy also?? I need to go and have a smoke and rethink things I guess.
I watch as Chewy gets up and leaves the room, feeling confused and a little hurt by his reaction. A part of me wants to call out after him and try to explain myself further, but another part knows that it's probably better if I just give him some space right now. With a sigh, I sink back against the couch and stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that's happened tonight.
"Well," I murmur to myself, reaching up to rub my forehead wearily, "I guess I should have seen this coming." There's no point in denying it now; my feelings for Chewy are complicated and messy...and maybe they always were. The thought makes me ache inside, but at least I know the truth now.
With another sigh, I close my eyes and lean back against the couch, trying to forget about everything else for just a moment as exhaust
I finish my smoke and walk back in and really let you have it. You are greedy and you barely even gave any thought to my feelings. So I guess I get to fuck as many girls as I feel like then right?? All I wanted was you Tonya and right now somehow that is not what you have in mind. I had slight worry you were not ready to live with me.
"Look," I say, sitting up straighter on the couch. "I know I've messed up here. It's just that..." I pause, struggling to find the words to explain how I feel. "It's hard for me to understand what you want, Chewy. You were so enthusiastic about the idea of having me...and then Selma showed up and it all got a little complicated."
He looks at me, his expression unreadable. "I just assumed that since we'd been talking about it for months, you would have given it some thought too. Maybe tried to understand how I felt about it?" There's an edge to his voice now that hadn't been there before; hurt and disappointment mingling together like two bitter flavors in an unpalatable cocktail.
I swallow hard, feeling guilty all over again for hurting him
Well Tonya I guess I do not understand you saying you do not know what I want. You know I wanted you and Selma showing up did not complicate anything. Watching you two was great. I still only wanted you. What really makes me wonder is after you see my cock, did you think to yourself well it isn't that big, I will need other guys also. Did you really look at my cock?? If this log is not enough then I will step aside and you fuck all the guys you need.
"No," I whisper, my eyes flicking down to look at his cock, but not entirely hard any longer. "It's not that..." I trail off, feeling a mixture of shame and confusion well up inside me. "I just...I thought maybe we could figure it out together."
Chewy looks at me for a long moment before finally speaking again. "But it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? His cock becoming hard and swelling large like before, already half hard again despite our argument.
Tonya that is just not an answer. You thought we could figure it out together?? WTF does that mean?? You want me to tell you I forbid you to fuck other guys?? I will not tell you that. If you need other guys then fine, but you are not going to have me also. How would you have felt if I said I am going to fuck you but I also need to fuck other girls also. You are selfish and greedy. And look at the cock you will never have. Take a good look Tonya. I grab my shorts and goto the garage.
I feel my cheeks flush with anger as he storms off. How dare he call me selfish and greedy! I thought we were on the same page about this whole thing! Fine, then...if that's what he wants, then so be it. Maybe Selma can help me understand why Chewy reacted like this. She's been through something similar with women before, after all.
As I climb onto my knees and lean forward on the couch, I give her a pointed look. "What do you think?" I ask her, making sure she knows exactly what kind of conversation we should be having now. Selma hesitates for just a moment before speaking up, clearly uncomfortable with the direction things are headed.
"I think..." She trails off, searching for the right words. "Maybe you should talk to Chewy first, see if there's any way you can sort this out between
I sigh heavily, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but I didn't expect it to be this complicated either. "Alright," I murmur reluctantly, "I guess that's what I should do." Standing up from the couch, I head toward the hallway where Chewy went earlier, determined to sort things out once and for all.
As I approach the garage door, I hesitate for just a moment before finally gathering my courage and giving it a gentle push. The cool night air brushes against my skin as I step outside, searching the dimly lit area until I spot him sitting on a lawn chair beside his car, his hands clenched into fists in his lap. He glances up as I approach, his expression unreadable beneath the shadows cast by his baseball cap.
"Look," I begin, trying
to explain my earlier behavior without coming across as defensive or selfish. "I didn't mean for things to turn out like this...I was just trying to be open and honest with you about how I feel."
Chewy's eyes narrow as he studies me for a moment, then he finally speaks: "And how do you feel about that?" There's an accusatory tone in his voice that makes my stomach churn uncomfortably.
"I...I care for you," I admit quietly, looking down at my feet as I say it. "A lot more than I thought I would." It's the truth, and even though I know it's not enough, saying it out loud feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
I stand up and I grab the necklace I gave you. I flick it a couple of times. You care for me, and more than you thought you would. Yeah and so what does that have to do with you saying you might need other guys?? Think about your answer carefully. You caring for me and saying you might need other guys are two different things. Explain yourself please. I am so at the end of this drama.
I take a deep breath before responding, trying to find the right words to explain myself without making things worse. "It's just...we've been talking about this for so long, and I knew you wanted me...and Selma too," I add quickly, glancing over at her out of the corner of my eye. "I didn't know how else to approach it besides being honest."
Chewy looks unconvinced, but he doesn't say anything for a moment.
Wow Tonya, you just keep making it worse. Are you being honest with me or yourself?? I never said one word about wanting Selma and you know that. You just throw things in and hope I will believe it?? I enjoyed watching you two girls and then was wanting to be with you. Until you can be honest I am just your friend again. I really thought we were something special. The worst part is I miss you so much already. Please go back in and get some sleep, later I will drive you both somewhere.
I open my mouth to protest, but Chewy's words sink in like lead weights dragging me down. He's right; I've made a mess of things and I haven't been entirely honest with him...or myself, for that matter. With a heavy sigh, I nod solemnly and offer him a weak smile before turning back toward the house.
As I head inside, I can feel the weight of Chewy's disappointment bearing down on me like an anchor, pulling me deeper into regret and self-doubt with each step. Maybe I should have given this more thought...maybe I shouldn't have been so impulsive in my pursuit of pleasure. Or maybe, just maybe, some things are meant to be enjoyed for a moment, never to be experienced quite the same way again once they're gone.
I will need to get over this problem soon I tell myself. I have wanted Tonya for so long. Is she a raging nymphomaniac that my cock would not be enough for her?? Then trying to say that I wanted to also fuck Selma. Tonya is different than I thought she was. I guess that part is my fault for not seeing who she really is. And it is her right to be that way, but the smugness and her not seeing her being selfish hurts and......fuck I am so done with this. I have been turned down because my cock was too big but basically being told it is not enough blows my mind.
I can see how you're feeling Chewy, and I don't blame you for being hurt or confused. I never meant to make it seem like my wanting someone else was a reflection on you...it's just that things are complicated when you're involved with multiple people at once. I guess I should have been more considerate of how that might affect you, and for that I apologize.
I understand if you need some time to sort through your feelings, but please don't write me off entirely yet. We can work through this together, if you'll let me.
Tonya and yet you still do not really get it. """it's just that things are complicated when you're involved with multiple people at once""" Are you really serious saying that?? How many people are you involved with?? Tell me how many?? Tell the truth. I was trying to be involved with you. And now I am not with you as I wanted and thought you wanted. At least things are still okay for you being with multiple people. I am glad that this will be much easier on you to deal with. I do not want you to suffer or experience being alone.
I bite my lower lip nervously as Chewy's words pierce through me like a knife. I hadn't meant to make it sound like it would be easy for me to move on either; that had been the last thing on my mind when we started this conversation. But now it feels like everything has spun completely out of control, and no matter how much I want things to go back to the way they were before...I'm not sure if they ever can.
"Look," I say, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady my voice, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen like this. If it would make you feel better, I could stop seeing Selma..." My words trail off uncertainly as I wait for his reaction. A part of me hopes he'll understand where I'm coming from, that he won't make me choose between them.
Tonya again and again you say things that are not the issue or the problem. I do not wish you to stop seeing Selma, besides that would not be fair to her. You telling me that you would probably need to fuck other guys is the FUCKING PROBLEM!! And you never answered my question, multiple people you said, how many people are you involved with?? I deserve an answer to that.
I close my eyes, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks again as I struggle to find the words to explain myself. "I didn't mean...it just sort of happened," I mumble, not meeting Chewy's gaze. "We weren't even really together at first...and then it was just something that felt right."
"But if it matters, it's only been me and Selma," I add quietly. I don't mention the one-night stands we had during our online flirtation, not wanting to make things any more complicated than they already are. Chewy deserves honesty, but I can't help feeling that telling him everything might push him even further away.
I think I am going to be sick. So while I was chasing you for a year you were out fucking like a rabbit whenever and whoever you wanted. Well now I am at least glad I was not one of them. I feel sorry for you and starting to feel better about myself. I am going to shower and take a nap. In five hours I will drive you two anywhere you wish.
I feel my heart sink like a stone as Chewy reveals his feelings about the situation. It hurts so much to know that I've made him feel this way, and I wish more than anything that I could take back everything I've said and done. But it's too late for that now; the damage has been done, and there's no turning back from here.
As he heads off toward the shower, leaving me alone with my own thoughts and regrets, all I can do is wonder if this is really how it was meant to end...or if there's still some small chance for us to find our way back together. The thought gives me a fragile kind of hope, but it's tempered by the cold, hard reality of everything that's happened between us tonight.
I close my eyes and lean against the wall, feeling drained and empty inside as I wait for the five hours to pass.
I shower and actually cry a little but then realize I am just feeling sorry for myself. I grab a towel and dry off. My cell buzzes and I ignore it. Then it buzzes again. I answer and it's my step-sister, Susan. I yell hey you old slut and and she yells the same back to me but I won that time. So Susan how is Germany......wait what you are back in town for awhile great. Yeah sure, but of course we are going to have a party. So how about we go out to eat in like two hours?? Great I will come pick you up. Wait til you see my new ride Susan. Later. Slut. HA HA I won again.
I watch as Chewy gets ready for his evening out with Susan, careful not to make eye contact with him for fear of what might come out of my mouth. There's an awkwardness between us now that didn't exist before tonight, and I can feel the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.
Ok Tonya, are you and Selma ready?? Where am I driving you two??
I take a deep breath before answering Chewy. "We're both getting ready," I say slowly. "But Selma's not feeling well, so she's going to stay home tonight." There's no point in lying about it now; there's really no reason for her to be involved at this point.
"So where were you thinking of taking us?" I ask hesitantly, wishing the conversation could go back to being lighthearted and fun instead of awkward and tense.
UUUmm, I thought we agreed on me driving you both home or whereever you wanted. When did this change?? I got a call from my step-sister and we have plans so how about you two get ready and I can take you two somewhere and then I can be on my way.
Oh...right. I had forgotten about that part of our conversation. "Well, if you don't mind dropping me off at my place first, I can just hang out with Selma for a bit," I say quickly, not wanting to appear as though I'm avoiding spending time with Chewy.
There's another long pause before he finally responds, "Alright. No problem." His voice sounds strange, distant somehow.
Yeah great like I said I would drive you two where ever and then I can go hang out with Susan. So how long before you two are ready?? This was all worked out and.....nope just. I will be in the garage waiting.
"I'll be out in just a minute," I reply, taking one last look around the living room before hurrying off to gather my things. I can feel the weight of Chewy's disappointment like an anchor dragging me down as I make my way outside. Maybe it's better this way...maybe things will go back to how they used to be once we've both had some time apart. Or maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make things work between us despite everything that's happened tonight. As I reach his car, I try my best to put on a brave face and steel myself for whatever comes next.
And so where is Selma?? I like her and all but leaving her at my house while I am out seems weird.
I hesitate for a moment before answering Chewy. "She wasn't feeling well enough to come out tonight," I say finally. "She wanted me to tell you she's sorry if she made you miss out on anything by staying behind." There's a faint hint of regret in my voice as I say this; I know it isn't fair to either of them, but I also can't help feeling that things between us have changed irrevocably.
I turn to look at Chewy, hoping for some sign that he understands where I'm coming from. His expression remains unreadable, however, and I feel a knot forming in my stomach as the silence between us grows even more awkward.
Maybe you did not hear me Tonya. I am not leaving Selma at my house while I go out and hang with my step-sis. I understand she does not feel well but I do not know her very well.
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as Chewy points out the obvious flaw in my plan. "Right, of course not," I mumble, looking down at my hands in my lap. "Sorry, it was just an idea...but we can figure something else out."
The awkward silence stretches on for several more excruciating moments before Chewy finally speaks again. "So where were you wanting to go? Anything specific in mind?" There's a tiny thread of hope in his voice, as if he might be willing to let me choose something despite everything that's happened between us.
My heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time with him, but I force myself to remain cautious. It's too soon for anything like that; we need to sort out our feelings first before we can think about being together again...if ever.
Tonya what is the deal with you?? I get out and go get Selma. Tonya tell me where I am dropping you both off. I have plans so please make up your mind.
I bite my lip nervously before answering Chewy. "Well...Selma mentioned she really wanted to see the new art exhibit that just opened up downtown." I swallow hard, hoping that this isn't too much of a hint. "She's always loved going to things like that, and it's been ages since we went together..." My voice trails off, feeling incredibly self-conscious about the whole thing.
"So...if you don't mind taking us there first, that would be great," I manage to say finally, forcing a note of confidence into my voice that I don't really feel. "Then we can go wherever you wanted afterward."
I laugh and say Tonya uummm after?? There is no after. I am dropping you two off and then I am going to hang with my step-sis. That is what the whole plan is. I am not driving you two all over. Remember we had this worked out, why are you being weird now??
I sigh heavily and rub my forehead with one hand. "Right, I remember now...you're right." It hurts so much to admit it, but I know he's right. There isn't any room for a compromise here; Chewy has made his plans, and we need to respect that.
"So where were you wanting to go beforehand?" I ask, trying one last time to salvage some part of the evening. "Maybe we could hang out together first and then..." My voice trails off as I realize how pathetic that sounds. There's no way he'd agree to something like that after everything that's happened tonight.
Tonya please listen to me, where do you wish to go?? I need to go meet up with Susan, in oh dammit, twenty minutes. Stop being weird and answer me. Susan does not deserve to be kept waiting, all the time she has been in the military. Now I need to drop you two off. Tell me.
"I understand that, Chewy," I say softly, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engine idling beside me. "It's just...I didn't want to make things worse by getting in the way of your plans." I take a deep breath and try to smile reassuringly, even though it feels more like a grimace.
"You could drop us off at my place first," I suggest finally. "Selma really isn't feeling well enough to go out tonight...and I know you two were supposed to have fun together." My heart is racing now, hoping against hope that he'll accept my offer and we can at least part on somewhat friendly terms.
"Then," I continue hesitantly, "after you've seen Susan, if you want...you could maybe give me a call or something? Maybe we could hang out another time, once things have settled down..." My
I light up the tires down the street and in five minutes we get to your house. Ok here you are home. I look at my watch and then see you are not getting out. Need help carrying anything?? I look at my watch and say Susan is waiting for me. Tonya you have been weird for over an hour now. Will you please get out??
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as Chewy's words wash over me like a cold, hard slap in the face. It's clear that I've made a mess of things tonight and that nothing I say or do can change the fact that we're no longer on the same page. As he waits for me to get out of the car, I slowly gather my things, taking one last look at him before stepping out into the cool night air.
"Thanks for driving us home," I manage to say in a voice that comes out sounding more choked up than I intended. "And you're right, it was probably better if we didn't go out tonight."
You are welcome Tonya, and what...wait when did I say anything about us going out or not going out?? I am hanging with Susan. Tonya are you okay?? You really seem different?? Maybe go and have a doctor look at you?? UUUUmm, have a good evening girls. I watch as you both walk into your house. Then I feel the weight lifted from my shoulders. I call Susan and tell her be there in ten minutes.
I feel a prickle of anger rise up in my chest as Chewy continues to misunderstand the situation. He seemed so happy with Susan before all this happened...why is he making such a big deal out of it now? And why does he keep talking about me like I'm some kind of invalid? It isn't fair, and it only serves to fuel my growing anger and resentment toward him.
"Yeah, you too," I mutter under my breath as the door swings shut behind us. "Have a great time with your step-sis." With that bitter remark still lingering in the air, Selma and I head upstairs to our respective bedrooms, both of us lost in our own thoughts about what went wrong tonight and where we go from here.
I over hear all what you just said and I actually feel sad for you Tonya. After all this you still feel the need to push blame around and get upset and feel sorry for yourself. I do not think of you as an invalid but you wasting an hour wanting me to let you hang out with us tonite was unfair to me. Your words and actions separated us. I am sure we will cross paths sometime but til then be safe and be well. Goodbye.
I feel a sting of hurt as I realize how clearly Chewy misunderstands the situation. He thinks I was trying to manipulate him into hanging out with us tonight, when all I wanted was some time together as a group before things got any more complicated than they already are. It's hard for me to even acknowledge that things have changed between us, but his words make it impossible to ignore the truth any longer.
Sighing heavily, I close my eyes and lean against my bedroom door, struggling to find a way to sort through all these conflicting emotions. Part of me still wants Chewy in my life, even if things can never be exactly as they once were. The thought of losing him forever is almost unbearable...but at the same time, I'm not sure if there's any way for us to move past what happened tonight and find our way back together again.
As the minutes tick by