Setting Expectations

With the excitement of prom behind us, things quickly returned to normal. Monday, Mike and I hit up the Chinese place after school before hanging out at my house. It dawned on me that talking about our sex life had become as commonplace as talking shit about video games. Weird considering how we were before. Our friendship had always been strong, but this was different. A closeness that could only come from having complete confidence in the other person and oneself.

So listening to how Mike’s threesome with Sarah and Hailey had gone should have struck me as out of place and weird, yet it was no different than hearing how great the latest game was.

“Sometimes, I think the best part is when I’m not even involved,” Mike said, continuing his tale. “I think Hailey was a bit nervous having Sarah’s attention, but watching two girls mess around with each other while you sit there and watch is incredible.”

I chuckled. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’m surprised Emma is a hard no for that. As close as she is to Sarah, I would have thought the two already had a bit of history together.”

“Emma has zero interest in girls.” Oddly enough, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that. Seeing her with other guys was a huge turn-on, but the idea with her and another girl… I guess it was okay? Certainly not the rush of excitement I got from thinking about her with a guy. “Beyond that, she has made it quite clear numerous times that other girls are off-limits.”

“I don’t know how you do it, man.”

“Huh?”

“Look only at Emma when there are so many hot girls ready and willing.”

“Helps that she’s my girlfriend.”

There it was. That look of envy. It was only a flash, but it had been there. “I guess. What happened with Ryan? Someone mentioned he went with you two after prom?”

I gave him a quick rundown of what happened. By the end, his eyes were wide. “Seriously, dude? Right there in front of you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know if I could stomach that.”

“Certainly not for everyone.”

“I don’t even have a girlfriend, but the thought of my girl with another guy makes me queasy.”

“After seeing her and Ryan, I found it’s not her being with the other guy that turns me on. I love that she’s enjoying herself. It’s kinda like watching your special someone masturbate with the ultimate toy.”

He gave me a weird look. “Yeah, but she’s not masturbating. She’s fucking a dude.”

“That’s what makes it so great. If she were, say, using a dildo, there is still an element of control since she is controlling how it's used. With another guy, there is none of that. Especially when he’s familiar with her. Ryan’s been with her enough times to know what she likes. Seeing her lose herself in the moment, to be overwhelmed by pleasure and unable to stop from drowning in it, it’s a hell of a rush.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t you get the same thing doing it yourself?”

“Probably? There is a power aspect to all this. I want her to have unique experiences that only other guys can give. To enjoy them and what they do to her. The more amazing the sex, the better in my mind, because it makes me feel that much better when she comes back to me. And I trust that she will. No matter how great the sex is, how hot the other guy is, or how amazing the orgasm is, Emma will always rush back to me to tell me how great it was. Me and only me. Listening to her talk about how great it was, how fantastic she felt, makes me feel like I’m the greatest on the planet because she’s with me and not them. I offer her something no man ever could, and that connection we share is everything.”

Mike looked thoughtful for a moment. “I suppose I can understand that. Not for me, but I at least get why someone would like that.”

“Not like I’m trying to convert you.”

“The Church of Cuckolding.”

“We have the best cookies.”

“…Go on.”

We both laughed and the conversation moved on to other things. I think I understood why the girls opened up to Mike. It was something I always instinctively knew, but only consciously confirmed now. He always seemed to have an open mind about things. Even if he didn’t personally support them, he was the type of person who was happy you were happy.

In short. Mike was a great guy and an amazing friend. It was a damn shame none of the girls were looking for something more. Mike was an amazing catch, and I think they all understood that on an instinctual level. Unfortunately for them, they all lacked the sight to actually see it.

Whoever landed him was going to be a lucky woman.

The rest of the week sort of slipped by. I went over to Emma’s house for dinner. She spent a few evenings at mine. Things even got a bit heavy during one of our makeout sessions when she didn’t stop me from slipping a hand up her skirt. I didn’t get the sort of reaction I expected from her. A few light groans and some sloppy moans as we kissed, but she was rather…passive…as I fingered her. To the point I was worried she wasn’t enjoying it. To my dismay, I didn’t even get her to orgasm before things devolved into cuddling.

“Was I that bad?” I whispered as she snuggled up against me.

“Huh?”

I felt my cheeks burn. “You didn’t seem like you enjoyed it.”

“Oh.” She paused for a moment. “Isaac, we need to…set expectations. You’ve only ever seen me when I’m not…me. The night with Ryan? The videos? Pictures? Not me. I mean, technically it was me but not really. Today? Me. I enjoyed it, but…” She sighed. “I don’t show it all that much. I would put on a show if I thought you wanted it, but I know you. You want authenticity. Well… This is it.” The smile she had was filled with worry. “I told you before you got involved with me, I was a rather poor lay. Enjoyable, but not very energetic or responsive. I don’t want you going into this expecting you’ll get the same response from me like you saw with Ryan.”

I took a moment to chew on what she was saying. “What should I expect?”

She let out a small breath. “I don’t know. This is new for me. I’ve never been with a guy I’ve truly wanted to be with before. Someone I shared more than a physical attraction and desire to feel good. Maybe it will be something like what you’ve been seeing. Maybe it won’t. Whatever it is, know that it is me and that I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nodded. She gave me a soft kiss but stopped me when I pushed for more.

“Cuddle time.”

“Boo.”

She giggled. “Sorry, but I do actually want to watch this. Hard to with your ugly mug in my face.”

I glanced over to the TV. We had missed most of the episode and she was already grabbing the remote to start it over. “I think this is more fun,” I said as my hand found her breast. She sighed.

“Fine,” she relented, letting me feel her up. We didn’t kiss or anything, and she was serious about watching the show. That didn’t stop me from playing with her a bit longer or enjoying the flushed face she had as I gently gave her boobs some loving they so rightfully deserved.

Sadly, I only got about ten minutes before she slapped them away telling me any more would take us down a path neither of us wanted at the moment. I respected that and shifted to holding her against me.

This was nice too.