Plead with Sarah to take a break

As the day of the dance nears, you plead with Sarah to take a break from you — at least for the night of the dance. “I’ll set you up with one of my buddies. Hell, I’ll set you up with five of them. I’ll buy you a dildo. I’ll promise you 24 hours of me eating you out nonstop. I’ll do anything, but I just need to know you won’t mess up my chances with Kendra!”

Sometimes Sarah responded by sulking. Sometimes she responded by just shaking her head. Always, though, the conversation ended with both of you gasping for breath, recovering from a powerful orgasm. The mere act of talking to her about sex — even if it was in the context of not having it — activates her nympho urges.

Finally, the morning of the dance, she wipes your cum from her chin and says, “Well, if it’s that important to you, I can try to hold off until tomorrow — but you’d better fuck me extra good this afternoon before you leave!”

With that assurance, you gladly agree and start to relax for the first time in weeks.

That day was full of getting flowers for Kendra, picking up your rented tux, and, of course, screwing Sarah, not once more, but twice.

At last the time for the dance arrived, and when you pick up Kendra to escort her to the event, Sarah was laying on her stomach on her bed, not even acknowledging that you were there. You try to put her out of your mind as you offer your arm to Kendra and escort her to the dance floor.

The next couple of hours were nothing short of magical. You're no romantic by any means, but everything about the evening makes it extremely special. Kendra looks radiant in her gown, and with her in your arms, it is easy to forget about how complicated your life has become with a nympho as your suitemate.

As the dance comes to a close, you walk back toward your dorm, hand-in-hand with Kendra. The moon is full and bright, and it seems so natural to stop along the way, pull her close to you and kiss her deeply.

As you get back to the hallway for your room, you glance toward Kendra and Sarah's closed door, and then you tilt your head toward your own and ask, "Care to come in for a bit?" Kendra just smiles, and follows you inside.

The two of you try to talk a bit about the evening, but it isn't long before you are laying beside each other on your bed, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing nonstop. You run your hands all over her arms, shoulders, face, and back, and you feel her hands on you, as well. Over the past few months you have had multiple make-out sessions with Kendra. Lately you have been generally successful in being able to put your hands on her covered breasts. A few times you managed to get your hand under her shirt to touch her bra-covered breast, but every time you tried to go beyond that, she would stop you.

Tonight your hand has made its way to her breast, feeling it through her gown. You stroke it a few times when you feel her take ahold of your wrist and remove your hand. Kendra gets up, and you look at her, confused about how you could have so badly misread the signals. Instead of leaving or scolding you, she stands, reaches behind herself with her hands, unfastens her gown, and lets it fall to the floor. Then, with a shy, hesitant motion, she unfastens her bra and removes it before returning to the bed to lay down beside you.

You are nearly speechless as you gaze at her and see her breasts fully exposed for the first time. You look up at her face and see her smiling shyly in return. "I'm ready ... assuming you like what you see."

You have no words, but your actions speak for you as you reach out and softly touch her breasts. They are different than Sarah's. Smaller, but delightfully proportioned, they fit in your hand wonderfully. You caress them softly as you return to kissing her, and then you move your mouth down her neck and chest and begin to explore her breasts with your tongue.

Kendra moans and runs her hands through your hair as you lick and kiss one breast and then the other. Slowly your hand traces the lines of her chest and stomach before teasingly reaching between her legs. Kendra's moaning intensifies, and when you reach into her panties and begin to explore with your finger, she lets out a gasp and an almost-**** exclamation.

Realization dawns on you. "Is this the first time you've been with a guy this way?" you ask her. She nods, shyly. "That's why I kept putting you off," she says. "I wanted to wait until it would be extra special."

Determined to make this an experience she would never forget, you slow down even more, being gentle, slow, teasing, and thorough. By the time you have removed her panties and position your face between her legs, she is panting so hard that you fear she will hyperventilate. Then, as you touch her clit with your tongue, she arches her back like she has been electrocuted and cries out. Proudly, you realize you have just brought her to a massive orgasm, and you haven't even taken your first article of clothing off yet. She's going to be in for a real experience shortly!

Just as her breasts are different from Sarah's, so is the whole experience of sex. With Sarah, it is frantic, energetic, **** fucking. With Kendra, it is a sensual, exotic, dreamy act of lovemaking. The hours dissolve as you hold her in your arms, rhythmically driving your hips against her, At last, around 3:30 or so in the morning, Kendra falls asleep, her naked body against yours, with her arm draped lovingly across your chest.

You glance at the bathroom door and consider whether you should get up and lock it so Sarah is not tempted to do anything stupid, but you really do not want to wake up Kendra and take away from this special moment.