Monogamy is Dead

"It's ok."

You look up from your phone in shock, seeing that Sephora is looking down, her face crestfallen. The words that follow stumble out, one on top of the other, like a falling tower. "I understand. I chose this job. Of the options, it's the only one that would give me what I needed. I didn't want to be spanked or teased, I wanted... I wanted to have some outlet to this need. But I didn't think of you. It's obvious from the way that you look at Rebecca, that you are almost asking her permission."

"I don't know, I guess that I thought that you must be as pent up as me, that if a pretty girl basically threw herself at you, that you'd pick me up and fuck me into next week. But you were never the meathead type, in fact, I'd say that you thought about sex way too little." She sighs before continuing, "I'd playfully flirt, and you'd smile and assume I was just being playful. That I couldn't possibly really mean it. I guess I'm still just the third wheel, and I was stupid thinking that this would solve that..."

You don't even think as you walk toward her, your arm going to her shoulder, comforting her. Her words stop, as she looks up at you. Her eyes speak volumes, volumes that your mind of the conqueror trait reads. A need for comfort, a hunger still unsatisfied, a fear at what she will become, a desire to become someone she's not. Your hand moves instantly, your hands of the master knowing that the shoulder is wrong, it's platonic, friendly. It moves up to the cheek, holding it, your finger rubbing along it's surface, comforting her not as a friend, not with distance, but with intimacy.

"...So you want it? You want what the app says to do? You want... you want me to have sex with you, even without the stupid flowers or the toys or the stupid job?" She nods, her head pressing into your hand afterward, seeking your touch. Her face breaks into a bit of a smile, as she answers, "Is it really that odd that I want that? You're not exactly Mr. Universe, but you're not Quasimodo either. Though I didn't really want a serious relationship, per se, just a bit of fun maybe back then. But now, now the circumstances have changed."

You look up at Rebecca, seeing her nod. "It's ok. She needs it, and you're the only one who can give it to her. Go on." Her serene expression is still there, appearing unphased at this turn of events. You turn back to Sephora, only to be met with her lips as she kisses you.

"Alright, that's enough, I don't need to stand around and watch this." Olivia says this, before turning and trying to leave, only to be met by the invisible wall that surrounds her circle. "The ritual isn't over," Erica sheepishly says this, as she looks at her phone. Olivia opens her mouth to retort, before closing it while groaning loudly, stomping her foot.

Not that you mind, as your attention is fully held by the warm lips and tongue of your roommate, soon to be lover. As the kiss breaks, she leans back. Her hands go to her pussy, rubbing it. "I'm already wet."

As much as it pains you, you tear your eyes away. You look at Rebecca who smiles at you, her body flushed with arousal. You look at Erica, who looks at you with a look that is sad and... conflicted. You look at Olivia, who has turned around, but seems to jump as your eyes glance along her ass, as the mark sends a spike of arousal through her. Her eyes turn to you, but you have already moved on. You look at your phone. You don't want the app doing anything you don't want, you need to handle this now.

Do you wish to abandon subject Sephora Khan? Subjects abandoned will be relocated to a new instance.

You click no, before throwing the phone to the bed. Whatever it meant, you wouldn't abandon her. In fact, as you fall into her arms, as you begin to kiss her while your hands find her breasts, you realize that you are only now truly accepting her. Those flirtations weren't just playful banter like you thought. And now that you look at her, she's really hot, and you are convinced that's not just your erect dick talking. God, how did you not masturbate to her before, when her heaving breasts are so beautiful, matched only by the feeling of your hands on them, their weight delicious to your touch.

Still, both of you are in no mood for an extended makeout session. She raises her hips, her pubic mound rubbing against your lower stomach. You take the hint, breaking the kiss, your hand going to your cock. You rub it along her entrance, her wetness a warm welcome. And then, you push inside, thrusting into her fully.