Claire: Ramya and I have sex after her bad date

Finally, it happened. A guy from church asked me out after our singles group goes to lunch like we do every Sunday. Ramya's changes in my dress and confidence are paying off.

He's ex-military, an inch taller than me, good job, handsome, white, all boxes checked.

His date idea is a simple walk in the park. He opens doors for me, he holds my hand, it's perfect and innocent.

Although "innocent church girl" still feels like me even with the high body count, I feel like an imposter. He's not looking for a quick score; he's evaluating me for marriage material. That scares me and gives me butterflies in a whole new way. The old me would sleep with him on the first date. The new me holds back to keep him chasing, and that feels manipulative. But he's also the first guy that won't be asking for it. He wants to go slow and find something real, too.

He even offers dinner as the walk drags on. I have to turn him down. Demarcus is coming over at six with his Big Black Cock to fuck my brains out. It’s become our Sunday tradition, and I’m already wet thinking about it.

He schedules a mid-week date, full of great ideas. I’m giddy inside, and very guilty, as I give him a sweet first-date kiss with filthy lips that will be wrapped around another man’s cock in a few hours while he pumps his load down my throat.

I give Demarcus a little extra energy when he arrives. I fuck him as good as I possibly can, and let him know I've met someone at church and might not be hooking up again. It's sad to me how easily he takes the news.

I'm laying on the bed, spent and thoroughly fucked by Demarcus, when Ramya calls.

"It was horrible,” she says. “First Indian I’ve been on a date with in ages. He was extremely socially awkward and kept asking about my sexual history while trying to score.”

"So of course you had sex anyway," I laugh.

“No. I sucked his dick though. Felt sorry for him. Plus I know he’ll never get better head in his life. And Claire, I swear if he tells any other Indian we went out, I’m going to kill him.”

She’s had a couple drinks. Ramya is always in control, but this is fun for me. I rarely get to hear about my mentor's dates.

"What about you? The usual Sunday? Wait, is that Demarcus? Shit, Claire, he just drove past me at the gate and didn't even notice me! You must have taken care of business early."

We talk and joke, and I hear her footsteps climbing to my third-floor apartment. “Are you here? Shit, I’m still naked, Ramya.”

“Don’t move. Door’s unlocked.”

She walks in, hangs up.

“Oh my God.”

“I warned you.”

Ramya scoffs, then steps closer, eyes dropping to my spread legs.

“You’re gaping. That’s hilarious.”

“He’s a big boy.” Cool air circulates around my shaved pussy; I can feel the distended hole hanging open, stretched by Demarcus’ massive cock. A big wet spot dampens my bum.

"I can smell him in the air still. At least one of us is satisfied. Ugh!”

“Indian guy didn’t go down on you?” I ask.

“Eww, no. That’s more intimate for me than sucking him off. I’d have to get naked, be ****… and they always ask for sex after.”

Ramya looks hot tonight: button-down showing skin, tight jeans. No traditional Indian garb even though her date was Indian. I guess that's normal in America.

I sit up. My first big adjustment and postural change since getting railed causes me to queef, giving my mentor a good laugh.

I grin. “Take your shirt off. Show me those big titties.”

She pauses, surprised by my tone, then smirks and pulls it over her head. She glances at her bra. I nod. Ramya unclasps it and lets it fall.

"Now the pants."

“You’re getting bossy,” she teases, but slides out of the jeans. She's in a black thong. She turns sideways, flashing her perfect bare ass.

“That is quite an amazing ass, my dear mentor.”

“I know.”

I scoot over. “Come here.”

She sits beside me, leans in, breath warm. “Claire, are we finally going to make some bad decisions?”

“I hope so.”

I meet her halfway. Our lips press, pause, then move. The kiss deepens fast with her tongue tracing my lower lip before plunging in. Is that the faint taste of her date’s cum on her breath? I didn't rinse after Demarcus, so she must taste him on me. The thought makes me hotter.

I push her back onto the bed to my wet spot and use my knees to spread her thighs. My pussy settles right onto hers, only her thong between us.

We kiss slow, no rush. Our bare chests press together with her heavy breasts sagging just below mine, fitting perfectly. I pin her wrists lightly above her head and take control of the rhythm.

She undulates beneath me, grinding up. I match her, circling my hips, feeling the damp heat through the thin fabric.

Minutes pass. Comfort rises, inhibitions fall. Pleasure takes over.

I break the kiss, trail my mouth down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach. I tug the thong down and off her long legs.

I stare. Thick jet-black bush, wild and untrimmed, and a tiny slit hidden beneath.

I laugh, surprised. “You don’t shave? Someone so experienced keeps the full bush?”

“Why bother? Men don’t complain.”

I climb back on top, skin on skin now, no barriers. I settle my pussy right against hers, slick folds kissing slick folds, my big lips finding the wet crease amid her silky smooth bush.

We both moan at the contact. "Wow," she says.

"Yeah." I pin her wrists lightly again, take control.

I grind slow at first with light circles, then long slides, clit dragging over clit, pressure increasing.

Ramya’s hips buck up to meet me. Her breathing changes fast.

“Pinch my nipples,” I order, voice husky. “Hard. I like it when I’m close.”

She obeys instantly, fingers rolling and tugging. Pleasure shoots straight to my core.

Minutes blur. We find the rhythm with me driving and her meeting every thrust.

The wet sounds, the heat, the way our bodies fit, it’s perfect. Wetness spreads, adding the dampness I left with Demarcus.

I feel her tense first. “Claire, it's happening...” she gasps.

She comes hard beneath me, thighs clamping, back arching, a broken cry escaping.

The sight of my mentor undone like that pushes me over. I grind harder, chasing, and shatter with her, waves crashing through me as we tremble together.