She's going to follow through

She pulls the blanket aside. “I-I want to,” she says revealing her nearly naked body and patting the couch. “Honestly, I was hoping you’d win me,” she lies. Nicole wonders if he can smell her arousal or if it's all in her head.

“Really?” He asks with the uncertainty clear in his voice. He doesn’t move.

She pats the couch again. “Yeah, when you walked in the door I was like, yep, he’s the one. Come, get under the blanket.”

He hesitantly slips under the blanket as she throws it over him, but he stays a couple of feet away as if she’s toxic. He can’t make eye contact. “But wouldn’t you rather it have been my Uncle? I mean, he’s your boyfriend, right?”

Nicole can’t control the repulsed face she makes at the suggestion that the man would be anything more than the kink-fulfillment that he is. Realizing how much she overreacted she starts to laugh. “No, no, he’s not my boyfriend.”

She places her hand on his thigh. He jumps. “But, you do everything he asks. Are you, like, a prostitute or something? No judgment if you are. I support sex workers. Like, I subscribe to lots of OnlyFans girls. To support them.”

Nicole slides over next to him. Her bare skin touched his clothes. She decides to be completely honest, so she explains everything: the Discord group, going back to work, the free use challenge. By the time she’s finished explaining she has Vincent’s full attention. He’s turned toward her and staring into her eyes.

He can’t believe someone like Nicole exists and tells her as much. “I didn’t think girls like you were real. As I said, I support OnlyFans girls, but I thought they were only like that for money. It’s performance.”

Nicole, feeling even more aroused by making her complete confession, leans in further. “Oh, we’re real, but it’s harder for us to express ourselves in society. And, you know, this is just a three-week thing.”

Now Vincent is laughing. “That explains so much. I was so confused why someone as pretty as you would be with my Uncle. You’re sort of an odd couple.”

Nicole was really starting to get into this whole girlfriend experience roleplay. She slides a hand over his t-shirt. “Honestly, Vincent, you’re Uncle has been fine, but I wish it was you who answered the ad. You’re much more my type. So, are you really a virgin?”

Vincent sighs, “yes.”

“That’s hard to believe. I would have been all over you in college,” she wonders if she’s laying it on too thick, but she can feel Vincent’s tension shift from nervousness to confidence as she continues.

“I had a girlfriend in college, for two years, but she kept telling me she was saving herself for marriage. She would let me finger her. A few times she let me look at her body while masturbating. But she always said touching cock before marriage was a sin. Turns out she was actually gay and sleeping with her Professor while using me as cover. For two whole years. It kinda made me angry at girls for a long time, so after that, I worried they were all going to betray me.”

Nicole didn’t expect such a tragic story. She hugs him and tells him he’s sorry he was treated that way. All the while, she feels some guilt for being so generous with her lies, but she doesn’t feel like she can turn back now. “I wish I could have met you in college. You sound like you were sweet to her.”

He nods and wraps an arm around Nicole. “I’m an amazing boyfriend, Nicole. I want a girl who I can take care of while being really freaky. You sound perfect. Um, except for the whole fucking my Uncle thing.”

“It’s only two more weeks. And if I hadn’t I never would have met you,” that was purely the **** talking and she immediately regrets those words coming out of her mouth.

“What happens when you go back to work? You won’t stop having these kinky desires. I imagine they might get worse. You’ll probably need someone who you can experiment with, but safely.”

He wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t really thought about what this experiment might open up inside her. Finally, he places a hand on her back. Sliding it up her spine.

Vincent continues, “you should find a boyfriend. Someone who knows your secrets.” His lips have moved in and are hovering so close to her lips. He’s trembling again.

“Girlfriend experience,” she hears in her head. She whispers “someone like you?” and kisses Vincent.

Vincent’s kiss is much different from his Uncle’s. First, no beard and only a tickling goatee on his chin. Second, the kiss expresses a soothing of a long aching need for touch. Third, the kiss is one of inexperience. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, so Nicole ends up doing all of the guiding and work.

Also, his once shy hands are suddenly all over her body. Like he desperately wants to touch her everywhere all at once and can’t make up his mind.

As an amateur as he is at making out, Nicole continues to feel increasingly needy. She works his shirt over his head. Kissing down his chest. She’s never had **** fantasies, but she is feeling extra dirty for being with an Uncle and his nephew within two days. She gets his jeans open and his cock pops out of the flap in his My Little Pony briefs. She hesitates. It’s similar to Huck’s with a huge mushroom head, but it’s much longer. That’s likely due to the fact that Vincent is so much skinnier than his uncle. She’s honestly stunned. “I didn’t expect this,” she whispers to him.

Vincent puts a hand in her hair. “It’s almost nine inches. I’m sorry, I know that’s scary. My last girlfriend said that was another reason why we couldn’t have sex. She didn’t want me to stretch her out before marriage.”

Nicole, once again, feels bad for poor Vincent. She loves cocks of all shapes and sizes, but as she leans in to take Vincent’s between her lips she whispers, “Vincent, it’s perfect.”

“It is?” he asks, but she doesn’t answer because she’s busy filling her mouth.

Nicole is slow and steady. She knows that being his first time the odds are in favor of Vincent cumming quickly. As a “good girlfriend” she knows she should prolong it as long as she can.

His hand gently pets her head like she’s a cat in his lap. It was a big change from Huck’s aggressiveness. Nicole honestly found it boring, but she persisted.

“Oh my gosh,” Vincent moans, “this feels so much better than my Rainbow Dash onahole.”

Nicole’s stunned for a completely different reason now. She didn’t realize Bronies still existed in the third decade of the 21st Century. “Mmmm,” she pops her head off his cock, “Fluttershy’s my favorite.” She pulls the name out of the air. She was pretty sure that was a My Little Pony.

His fingers tighten in her hair, so she hesitates to return her mouth to his cock. Instead, she slowly strokes the shaft to avoid stimulating the head.

“You’re so amazing,” he whimpers. “My girlfriend always made fun of the fact that I was into MLP. This is so weird, but can you make a pony noise for me?”

Nicole, hand still around his cock, is confused. “You mean talk like a My Little Pony? I...”

“No, no. Neigh or whinny. Like a real pony. You told me your kinks, so I should share mine with you.”

Nicole was never into the whole pony thing, but she remembers what Huck said: “Be agreeable” and “say ‘yes’ to anything he asks.”

An annoyed groan tries to wiggle itself out of her throat, but instead, she turns it into a terrible impression of a pony whinnying. Vincent laughs and Nicole does, too.

“I’m sorry,” she laughs. “I can work on it.”

Vinnie’s whole body shudders. “Oh, shit, stop, stop.”

She pulls her hand away and his cock twitches once. Cum oozes out of the tip.

“Now I’m sorry,” he says. “You’re just so amazing, but I’ve practiced edging myself a lot, so I’m good at knowing when to pause.”

That was a kink they had in common. Nicole, eyes staring at the beautiful glob of cum rolling down his shaft, replies “oh yeah, I sometimes let my Discord group dictate when I can have an orgasm. I love that.”

“That’s hot,” he says and his cock twitches again. Nicole snakes out her tongue and scoops up the cum. She looks at him. The glob sits on her tongue for a moment before she slurps it in and swallows. “Oh my god. You’re every guy's dream come true. Can we go to your bed?”

Nicole was surprised by the request. She figured she could take care of Vincent on the couch and he’d head out for the night. Her bed was much more intimate. Plus, she hadn’t washed the sheets since Huck had been over. But she was supposed to be agreeable.

“Of course, I’d like that,” she says and slips off the couch. Vincent stands up and as he escorts him up the stairs he starts stripping down. He leaves a path of clothes behind him.

“Holy shit!” Vincent exclaims as they enter her room. “You have so many sex toys!”

Her sex toy bin was still out from under the bed.

“Yeah,” she replies. “I sort of have a problem.” Nicole suddenly felt shy in front of this awkward 24-year-old. She wondered if he was going to make her feel bad about it like his Uncle.

“That’s so hot,” he says again using one of the few adjectives in his vocabulary.

“I’m glad you think so,” Nicole says, “so, here we are in my bedroom. Now what?”

Vincent climbs onto the bed. “Well, I sort of thought, you know, we could do it? Um, do you have condoms?”

Nicole’s judgment was impaired from the arousal and whiskey. She shakes her head. “You’re a virgin, so you’re like a clean slate. And I’m on the pill.” She climbs onto the bed with him. “Your first time shouldn’t be restricted by a condom.”

“Really?” Vincent says in wide-eyed disbelief. “Oh my god, you are so...so...so...hot.”

Nicole laughs. “Yes, you keep saying that. So how do you want me? On my back, hands and knees, on top?”

He lays on his back. “All of the above, but let’s start with on top. I want to be able to see your face. You’re so pretty.”

Nicole felt he was now the one laying it on too thick, but he also sounded sincere. It was a pleasant change from Huck’s bullying. Although she found herself missing the man’s decisiveness.

Nicole straddles Vincent. She bites her lower lip as her labia brush against the tip of his cock. She teases the tip. “You have the fattest cock I’ve ever seen,” she says although she isn’t sure Huck’s isn’t fatter.

“It is? Are you scared of it?”

Nicole smiles and lies. “Oh yes, it’s very intimidating, Vincent,” she starts to push down feeling herself open. “You’re going to make my pussy ache soooo bad.”

“Oh no, you can go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She grabs her breasts trying to look seductive. She takes her nipples between two fingers and tugs as her pussy stretches around his cock. “Oh god, Vincent, I want it to hurt me. I want it to ache while I work tomorrow, so I’m constantly thinking about this thick meat being inside me.”

“So hot,” Vincent says followed by “holyshit, holyshit” as his head pops inside Nicole.

“Fuck, yes,” the girl exclaims feeling full. She continues pushing down slowly. Wanting to take every inch.

“Oh, Nicole, it-it’s too good!”

Nicole pushes down and holds herself there for a moment. Enjoying the look of bliss on Vincent’s face. She feels good that she’s able to make this virgin’s dreams come true. “Ready, stud? I’m going to ride you.”

“Oh fuck, oh shit,” Vincent stammers. His mind was blown. Nicole starts to move up and down. She pinches her nipples harder and exaggerates her moans with every downward thrust.

On the fifteenth or so downward thrust Vincent yells “OH NO! OH FUCK!” and his cock throbs inside her. She immediately recognizes the feeling of a hot load of cum filling her insides.

“Stop, stop, oh my god,” Vincent says. Nicole isn’t ready to stop. She’d only started to get into the rhythm and the feeling of being pumped full of hot jizz only makes her more aroused. However, she knows she doesn’t have a choice when a man gets to this point. Swallowing a frustrated sigh she stops with Vincent’s twitching cock deep inside.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. Nicole leans down and gives him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don’t be, sweetie, it feels amazing to simply have you inside me. The more we do it the longer you’ll be able to last.” She didn't plan to be with Vincent ever again after tonight but thought it would be nice to let him believe it.

“I know, but I want you to cum, too,” he says.

She starts to slide off of him. His whole body twitches. “I know you do,” she says as his head pops out. She rolls over next to him. “Do you want to watch me play with myself?”

“Yes, but I want to watch your face while you do it,” he says. He’s already gazing at her clearly lost in a lusty haze.

She isn’t sure she can get to orgasm while staring into his eyes, but she gives it the old college try. It helps that using his cum as lubricant makes her feel especially naughty. Nicole rubs her pussy. Occasionally bringing her fingers to her lips to make a show of tasting his cum. Vincent’s face is pure contentment but despite her best effort to be entertaining he soon starts to nod off.

When he appears to be out cold, Nicole stops masturbating. “Vincent,” she whispers and he doesn’t wake up. "Thank god," she says softly and cups her pussy to hold his cum inside. She quietly slips out of bed and moves over to her desk and personal laptop. Using one hand, she opens Discord, logs into her group, and types: "Anyone online? I'm full of cum and **** for an orgasm. Please tell me what to do with myself."

There are three other members on and they quickly leap to attend to WhoreFromHome's needs. Soon, Nicole finds herself, as quietly as possible, with the back of her head on the floor, her back against the wall, and her ass high in the air. She balances as best she can with her pussy positioned over her face. The blood rushing to her head only enhances the effects of the whiskey making Nicole feel ditzy and ****. She masturbates with her fingers as Vincent's cum oozes from her pussy. She tries her best to catch what she can in her open mouth, but much of it drips onto her face and hair. Vincent is now softly snoring on the bed. Knowing he could wake up and catch her like this makes it even more arousing. She decides to be louder. She feels depraved as she starts pumping two fingers into her cunt. His cum dripped out and ran down her arm. He continues to sleep through it all. And then the orgasm hits. It's strong and dizzying. Nicole falls to her side with her entire body spasming. Uncontrolled moans escaped from her mouth.