What's next?

Selena

Screwed! You were sure thinking about getting the chance to screw was going to screw your chance at Mrs. Rydell! How could a psychologist like her think that he could focus on the snap quiz! Hell! You had screwed only two times but they had you know how mind-numbingly wonderful it was! You were in the middle of trying for a third time when Selena told you she didn't find it wonderful. Not with you. She wanted somebody older. Your birthday was the day after hers. (You both first fucked to celebrate your 18th birthdays.) But what she really meant was she wanted somebody less awkward and more experienced.

You screamed internally! You would become more experienced with Mrs. Rydell's help - but only if you got your grades up! But to do that, you have to not think of becoming experienced!

As you walk into the classroom, looking at the clock, you see that free period still had ten minutes to go, then there would be ten more minutes before the next class, English. That teacher would be there, and then your sex life would be determined by a snap quiz, you think.

Self-consciously, you had to shift the prick in your pants, trying to make the stiff prick more comfortable for you and less noticeable to others. Most didn't see, notice or care. Selena wasn't one of those. That was strange. Ever since you two had broken up, she had mostly ignored you.

You move your stubborn prick again as you make to sit down. Selena gets out of her desk-chair. Probably disgusted, you think. Like her friend Lakeesha. You don't want to look at your ex's disapproval.

A motion of her hand got your attention. They and her eyes directed you to the door you had just come in. You watch her leave, pausing at the door only to look at you again. When she was out of sight, you followed. You could get in trouble, but at this point you felt doomed anyway. The door closes behind you.

The classroom was at the end of the hall, and Selena had stopped where the row of lockers stopped. She wasn't frowning. She was ... well, you don't know what she was feeling, yet. You were too caught up again in how cute this petite girl-woman was! Cute, small and stacked! She had the curves that belonged on somebody taller. But if they were, you had thought before, they wouldn't be as noticeable. Despite all that, it was her face, framed by her long, black hair, you preferred to look at. She had told you that was what had gotten her to accept you, once, as a boyfriend.

"Really!? I would've thought Mrs. Rydell would've taken care of that." You think: She knows! But, "You are a sad case if that sour woman can't make your thing shrink." You both sighed.

Then she said, "Do you want me to make the swelling go down?" She's asking me to...ask her?!

Tell your own story with the most immersive NSFW AI roleplay HERE

What's next?

Previous Chapter
Start Over
View Story Map

Sexual Privilege

Freeuse for One

These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.