Ramya: Claire's date with Tanner is a disaster

A week after my unexpected deflowering courtesy of big black cock, I'm alone in my apartment. The spotting finally stopped a few days ago, and the raw ache is gone. The medium-sized vibrator sinks into my pussy without resistance, just a smooth, slick stretch that my walls accept and then grip. No pain. No pop. It doesn't hurt at all. The old rules no longer apply.

The curved end settles into place against my G-spot.

Whoah.

I turn on the vibrations and am transported into a place of immense bliss and pleasure. Multiple orgasms follow quickly.

I've been a little depressed after carelessly losing my virginity. The arranged-marriage market will judge me harshly after Black cock tore my seal. The families will still ask. The two-finger tests will still happen. I will fail the most important test an Indian bride can take. But this vibrator rocking my pussy is one perk I have for not having to worry about protecting an intact hymen anymore.

There's an impressive wet spot on my bed when Claire calls me in tears. Tonight was her big date with Tanner, the one where he was supposed to make things official, and Claire was determined to consummate that decision.

I answer the door nude under a robe and two glasses of wine in. Claire is not okay.

“I knew he was a little small,” she says, dropping onto my couch, “but Ramya… I barely felt him.” She lets out a weary laugh and drinks straight from my wine bottle. “I didn’t come. I always come. It took him forever too, and his little penis rubbed me raw by the time he finished.”

I laugh at her predicament. "You were fresh off Demarcus. He's a big stretch.”

"So big," she echoes, a grin returning for a second. “That was an epic night,” she says quietly. “Are you okay? He popped your cherry, you know."

"Yeah, I remember. I was there," I laugh. "I’m fine. Let's focus on you.”

"You owe me new sheets, by the way. I can't get the stains out."

I shake my head. "You seduced me. That's on you." I take a drink from the bottle and pass it back to her. “You and Tanner have real chemistry. You'll adapt to his smaller size if you're exclusive. What’s the actual problem?”

It feels great to forget about my own arranged marriage woes and slip back into mentoring Claire. It takes her a while to get it out. Demarcus and Tanner are close friends. Tanner knew all along Claire was getting drilled with black cock while they dated. The last time Claire fucked Demarcus, she crossed a line. Even though he hadn't asked her to be exclusive, he felt they had grown close enough to imply it.

Obviously I have tons of questions. Why did the two men allow this to go on for so long? Why did the last offense matter so much to Tanner?

"He's a cuck," she says, interrupting my thoughts. "He likes going after Demarcus. It turns him on that I'm not tight anymore."

I blink. "Holy shit."

Claire is laughing and crying at the same time. "It gets worse. Turns out he fucks black guys too. And he's the one that gets penetrated."

I stare open-mouthed. "I didn't see that coming. He told you that?"

"I ask the right questions I guess."

"It's kind of hot. Maybe? I assume he'd stop that if you were exclusive."

She shakes her head. "I don't think it's hot."

"Wait, so you broke it off, or Tanner did?"

"It turned to shit and we both did. I think. Fuck if I know."

I grin and arch a brow. "Take a big drink. I have something to tell you as well."

I confess to Claire I know Tanner from before. One date. "I felt he was a good match for you. I didn't want to say anything to discourage you or influence you, so I didn't say anything."

Claire stares me down and takes another drink from the wine bottle. "Did you fuck him?"

"You saw me lose my virginity last weekend."

"I'm teasing," she says. "You sucked his little dick though, didn't you?"

"Yes, of course," I admit, my face turning a little red. "He's very persuasive. He almost scored my V-card. He was the first guy to get the tip in."

Claire laughs and spits up a little wine. We talk for the next hour, and both of us feel a little better at the end.