Claire: sex with Ramya, dating Tanner

If you came here from Ramya’s side of the story, you missed the part where I met someone who might actually matter. His name is Tanner, and he's ex-military, an inch taller than me, steady job, handsome, white, same church. Every box checked.

If he’d asked me out six months earlier, he would’ve scored a virgin. Instead, Ramya broke me in with a giant dildo then sent me away to run up a body count.

I cut Demarcus off after Tanner and I have a second date. It feels like the right thing to do if this is going somewhere. No more Sunday BBC ritual.

Meanwhile, Ramya opens up completely after I discover her secret. Every date, every load she happily swallows, every rare time a guy persuades her to spread her cheeks and take his cock up her perfect ass while saving the front for marriage. I hear it all. She tells me how the restrictions thrill her more than they frustrate her, how the loophole life (anything but vaginal) is its own kind of freedom. She still believes in arranged marriage, still guards the sealed entrance to her pussy to keep her price high for the best Indian the market can provide.

I want her to feel that first deep penetration I felt, so I push. I offer to share Demarcus again even though I’ve gone exclusive for Tanner. I beg to take her virginity myself with "The Outlaw" BBC dildo, the same one she used to deflower me. She smiles, declines, stays loyal to her rules.

So Ramya becomes my sexual outlet. I spend hours between her thighs grinding hard until we’re shaking, then slow and tender until we’re crying. I go down on her freely, as she finds it hugely arousing for a woman to service her. She lets me slide one finger into her impossibly tight pussy now, but nothing more. She’s tighter than I ever remember being.

Sometimes she will shove the Outlaw dildo into me. Ramya delivers slow, deep strokes that keep me loose and satisfied while I wait for Tanner to make his move.

Because he is taking his time. Fourth date and fifth date come and go with sweet kisses but no pressure for more. I’m exclusive anyway, hoping. Waiting. Aching.

And every night I fall asleep coming to the shame of it, wondering if he’ll still want me when he sees I’m ruined. My virginity sacrificed on a woman's dildo, holes trained on Big Black Cock, just a worn-out slut hiding behind a church-girl smile.

Ramya fights her own demons every time I grind my pussy against hers, every time she stares hungrily while a dildo stretches my pussy wide and her own empty little hole twitches and drips in envy. I can see in her eyes what she denies: she's going to crack. The arranged marriage dreams are a fairy tale. Ramya is ready to bleed.

A not-so-innocent church girl: