"It wasn't a dream? I really fucked him?"
Christys flustered voice makes you cringe a bit. She sounds really ashamed. Time for you to reassure her.
"Babe, it was real and I saw it. They put me behind a glass wall and I saw everything. But.."
"OH MY GOD! It was real! I felt like I was dreaming! I'm so so sorry baby, please don't hate me. I feel so awful, I don't know what to do!"
At this point, she starts full-on sobbing. Her regret gives you pause. Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all. But you have got to roll with it now!
"Christy please listen! I have never been this turned on in my entire life! I know it sounds absolutely crazy, but please hear me out. Something clicked for me and I feel like you loved it as well."
After your short rant, you are a little out of breath. That had to have been the most honest and open moment in your life, save for the day you first told Christy that you loved her. You hear her waning sobs on the other end of the line and each sniffling sound pierces your heart. Doing this on the phone is almost as bad as having her remember via text. What the hell were you thinking?
"Babe, are you still there? It's okay, I'm not mad at all! Please answer me."
Your voice now trembles as well. What a shit-show...
"A-are you s-serious? What the fuck John? How is this okay for you?"
Oh shit, that didn't sound good. What if you overreacted? But you're sure that she loved it! Damn phones and texts, this needs better handling, now.
"Babe, please, it's really ok. I know this is weird as hell and confusing. We'll talk this through in person. I'm on my way to you."
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Christys apartment is only a short bus ride away from yours. Sitting by a window, you let your eyes roam over the many sights of your hometown while your mind races through a million different variations of the discussion you're about to have.
Absent-mindedly, you check out the midriffs and cleavages that are on display this particularly hot summer morning. Your thoughts are invaded by the mental image of your scantily-clad girlfriend, strolling about as shamelessly as these girls in crop tops, miniskirts and hotpants. How delicious it would be to hold her hand as you stroll over the plaza, knowing fully well that even hungrier roaming eyes than yours are fixated on her lovely features. Your cock slowly hardens as you imagine how strangers would objectify the love of your life and how turned on you would be if she'd reciprocate their leering gazes....
You suddenly become acutely aware of the modest tent in your pants. As you're trying to subtly cover your crotch, the next few minutes are less contemplative. You now focus on the people inside the bus. There's a group of loud young men next to you, obviously en route to the beach. They chatter and laugh, bragging about their sexual conquests of the weekend. Some of them seem young enough to still be in high school, but others seem more experienced, yet still youthful in their enthusiasm.
Again you see Christy in front of you, this time completely naked. Her beautiful body is surrounded by smooth, muscle-bound bodies with towering, rock-hard cocks sticking right in her face. Her lustful smirk teases an even harder erection out of you as she slowly starts jerking off two of the cocks. As she inches closer towards the biggest cock, opening her mouth, you see a glistening drop of arousal fall from her pussy onto....
Again, you become aware of your actual surroundings as the bus comes to a halt. It's your station! Hurriedly you leave the vehicle, without a doubt giving everyone inside the bus a good viewing of your tent.
As you walk up to Christys apartment building, your hammering heart reminds you of your tremendous nervousness. This is it. You ring the bell and hope for the best.
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