“Blowjobs are the best!” Paul exclaims.
The guy has no shame. Unlike I would, his declaration earns a few looks from nearby shoppers. Understandably, too, since we stand in the gaming section of the local electronics store. Not really the place for it, is it?
While he was getting sucked off, I did a little browsing. In fact, I’ve made a mental note to come back and pick up a few things I want. Specifically, games and computer bits I couldn’t afford before. Now that I don’t have to pay for anything ever again, that’s a different story.
I would do so now, but I have other plans for the afternoon. Plans that will come time to put into action sooner rather than later.
“I know, man.” I clap him on the shoulder.
The moment I do, I notice the looks slipping away. Interesting…
It seems he can draw attention to himself, but the moment I engage with him, the effect I have, well, it goes into effect.
“The best part is we can have them whenever we want, with whoever too. The world’s our oyster. Oh, and why limit ourselves to just blowjobs.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him
His eyes light up. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Oh, I definitely am.” I grin from ear to ear as I lead him out of the store.
He smiles back just as lecherously. Hell, he can barely stand still, hopping from one foot to the other.
“Have anyone in mind? A certain someone, perhaps.” I nudge him.
“Nah, not really. I’m down for anyone hot and slutty, though,” He says, both surprising me and not at the same time.
“I thought you were into Jasmine?”
Why did he ask her out if he didn’t have a crush on her?
“Turns out she’s not actually a slut like the rumours say. Her blowjob was kind of awkward. Good, but awkward. She’s clearly never given one before. I bet she’s a virgin too.”
I chuckle. “You’re so weird, man. Most guys in your position would be thrilled to find that out about a girl that gave them head.”
“Are you kidding? More experienced girls are the best!” He defends his position far too enthusiastically. “A slut that knows what she’s doing is far better than a clumsy, first-timer.”
To each their own, I guess. I prefer inexperienced girls myself. Not that I would say no to either. It would be hypocritical of me to judge, one way or the other. With all I intend to do, and have already done, I’m in no place to cast stones.
That said, my more primitive side can’t deny the appeal of being with someone only I have had the privilege of being with. Hopefully I’ll get to indulge in that a whole bunch going forward. It won’t, however, be a requirement. Why cast my net short?
“So…” I look around the mall. “See anyone you’d actually be interested in fucking, then?” Find the original chapter at g.com.
The sheer strangeness of it all isn’t lost on me. The two of us stand there, having such an open and perverted conversation in public. It’s a little weird to say the least. I’ll probably get used to it in time, but for now the feeling remains.
Paul takes his time glancing around. About half an hour or so has passed since we arrived. There’s still not a whole lot of people in the mall, all things considered. Places like this aren’t as popular as they once were.
“What about them?” He points across the way.
I follow my friend’s finger to a generic, if slightly upscale, clothing store. A pair of women stand out the front, having just left. A couple of shopping bags hang from their arms, no doubt filled with their purchases.
The women are older, more mature than either of us. They’re approaching milf territory, but aren’t quite there yet. Early thirties if I had to take a guess. Late twenties at the earliest.
One of the women, the one that no doubt drew Paul’s interest, is showing quite a lot of skin. In fact, her attire is downright scandalous.
Next to her, the other woman looks far more conservative. That said, she’s not bad to look at. Her dirty blonde hair is tied back into a tightly wound ponytail. She’s taller than the girl next to her. Somewhere around the same height as me, but I will only know that for sure if I get closer.
She’s got a solid frame on her. Wide shoulders as well as hips. Not unappealing, all things considered. There’s a plainness to her that’s quite attractive. Even her makeup is downspoken. Especially in comparison to her friend.
The more scandalously dressed woman has quite a bit of it on her face. Between that and her plunging neckline, she must draw quite a few looks. Those aren’t even the most eye-catching things about her either.
Red tips decorate the end of her dark brown hair. Her skin is tan and glows in the morning light. What’s more, she’s dotted with dozens of tattoos, both large and small. Some are classical things like flowers and animals, even a dragon, and others are harder to make out from a distance.
I nod approvingly. “They’ll do nicely. I assume I know which one you want.”
I’m not picky. I’d go for either, but Paul has his type, weirdo that he is.
“I’m sure you do.” He laughs.
We waste no more time. With the decision made, the two of us make our approach. One of us, of course, is far more confident than the other. After all, I have the free use effect to cover me if something goes wrong. Paul has no such guarantee.
The two women notice us before we get close. We aren’t being very subtle about it. Before they can say anything, I take the initiative.
“Excuse me, could we have a moment of you lovely ladies’ time?”
Even with my power, there’s no harm in a little sweet-talking, is there? It’s good practice as well.
“For a couple of young men like yourself, it’s no problem. How can we help you?” The tattooed woman purrs.
The way she looks me up and down doesn’t escape my notice either. Is this the effect, or is she just a cougar? Huh… The source of this chapter is g.com.
The things a little confidence does for you. I’d never have such luck without the reassurance my power affords.
“My name’s Joe, and this is Paul.” I gesture to my side. “The two of us were wondering how much sexual experience you two have. You don’t mind telling us, do you?”
“Oh, I’m a real BONA-fide whore. If you can imagine it, I’ve probably done it.” The tattooed woman chuckles. “Name’s Samantha, by the way, but my FRIENDS call me Sammy. You can call me that too.”
Paul tenses. This is his kind of woman, down to a T. I can practically feel the excitement radiating off him.
And if I’m being honest, it excites me too. There’s something just so arousing about a woman openly and proudly calling herself a whore. It’s not the kind of language I’d use myself. Thinking of someone as ‘slutty’ already feels borderline, and whenever I think such things, I don’t mean it in an insulting way. More so to mean, ‘sexually liberated.’
The woman’s friend is a direct contrast to her. While she’s clearly not shy per se, she is far more reserved. “I’m Cassidy, and I don’t have much experience outside of my marriage, of course.”
“Yeah, she’s only really been with her husband. Oh, except for one time in college she wanted to experiment with women, and I helped her out.” Her friend oh-so-helpfully adds.
“SAMMY!” Cassidy gasps and slaps the other woman in the arm. There’s no genuine hurt or anger in her response, though. Just friends being friends.
It’s only then that I notice the wedding ring on the woman’s hand. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. There’s no guilt, but there is guilt about the fact that I don’t feel anything. Emotions are weird.
“I take it since you’re with your husband, the experiment didn’t go as hoped.”
“It was fun. Sammy really knows her way around… down there.” She gestures vaguely at her own lower half. “And I prefer… other parts on my partners.” She then gestures to the same place on me.
I can’t help but chuckle at her response. It even brings a smirk to Paul’s lips.
“So, getting to the real reason we stopped you. My friend and I are actually virgins. We were wondering if making men out of us would be something you’re interested in?”
“Virgins, huh…” Samantha makes a noise.
Her friend’s reaction isn’t as obvious. She, however, couldn’t look more thrilled. Maybe a little too much. So much, at least, that she leaves me feeling like a poor little bunny standing before a starving lioness.
“It’s been a while since I’ve popped anyone’s cherry. Oh, how I’ve missed it. The youth, the innocence… Ah, good times.”
“I think that’s something we could do,” Cassidy adds, causing her friend to laugh.
“What Cass means is that she’d love a good dicking down too. It’s been a while since her stiff, boring old husband deigned to touch her, let alone fucked her brains out.”