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Derek and I had now been dating for nearly two months. The second date was a disaster of my doing as I got hammered at a baseball game and Derek drove me home before the game had even ended. The third date was dinner downtown. That date had gone well until the end when, once again, he gave me a goodnight kiss and went home. I left that date frustrated and pent up so I made a pit stop at Jimmy’s before heading home. It wasn’t logical but it was needed, I convinced myself. Finally, on the fourth date, he invited me to his house to watch a movie. I wasted no time initiating the action. He received a blow job before the movie even started. He came very quickly, which was ideal. It built my confidence and I was somewhat unnerved by his dogs, who seemingly stared at me the whole time in judgment as I serviced him.The sex occurred after the movie and it was slow-moving, just like Derek. I was used to fucking. Fun, playful sex. Derek’s kaçak iddaa style would be better described as lovemaking. It was all missionary with slow, passionate strokes. He likes to kiss while making love, something I had rarely, if ever, done before. The sex was gentle…and average. Everything about him seemed average. His body wasn’t fit or fat – just average. His dick wasn’t big or small – just average. He had a steady job, a nice house outside the city, and two dogs. Average.Courtney liked Derek because he was nice, but not in a sexual way. She remarked how it was sad that men with kindness and passion were the outliers down here. She admitted there was no sexual attraction, though. The words of Courtney’s mom kept creeping into my head. “You need some excitement attached to you and that boy does NOT have it.”June was talking about Shawn but the same could be said for Derek. Still, I kinda liked him. Maybe I needed kaçak bahis less excitement in my life. He treated me nice and we did things I imagined normal couples do like take walks and go on dates and have quiet movie nights. It was boring, but after my first year here I needed some boring. “But does he make you cum?” Courtney blurted out with the bluntness which seemed to run in her family.We were sitting together on the couch, under a large blanket, drinking wine. “No,” I admitted. “Does Mark make you?”“With that dick? Absolutely!”Courtney had been fucking Mark, or Marcus as she affectionately called him, for a few weeks and I couldn’t blame her. He was a sexy black man with a short stocky build and a nine-inch dick. For a size queen like Courtney, he was perfect. He was also a cop. Mark and Derek knew each other in passing but weren’t friends. Derek revealed to me that rumor had it Mark was closer to the tenth cop Courtney had illegal bahis fucked as opposed to the four Emily had told me about. She had built up quite the reputation down at the local precinct.“So how do you release all that pent-up sexual energy?” Courtney asked.“I usually don’t, but sometimes I’ll use my fingers or a toy after he leaves.”“I would never have guessed. With how thin the walls in this place are, I could probably hear the vibrator humming,” she joked.She was right. The walls were paper thin. It made me wonder if she had heard any of my previous transgressions. From my room, I often heard Courtney having sex. The majority of the time I would put in ear plugs and fall back to sleep but occasionally I would touch myself. I’d picture her beautiful body getting ravaged, wondering who was doing what to her to elicit those moans. Most times I would use my fingers but I had started using my black dildo more since Mark came around. It added a more realistic aspect, like I was playing along with them.“I haven’t used the vibrator yet.”“What?!!!”“I don’t really know how. I mean, I know how but I’ve just never used one before.”
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