Expanding his horizons

Erik and Vi spent the next few days and nights together. Holding each other close, reiterated their love for each other and ironed out what NTRR would really mean. Vi understandably said it would be a 100% on-and-off switch kind of roleplay. Committed to not even entertaining it in their day-to-day lives, isolating it to specific situations, parties, weekends, whatever.

Erik felt only a slight disappointment. But came around after hearing her explain herself; it would hurt her. To have to do that full time, to act as if she resented him, to act like she didn’t love him, to act like her heart wasn’t completely his, in short bursts, as roleplay, sure. But all the time, to be constantly acting as if she hates him and to act like he’s some inferior loser would hurt her heart way too much.

And Erik completely understood; he loves her just the same as she does, and he wouldn’t want to do anything that hurts her. And ultimately, on reflection, it made sense to him. He still wanted his girlfriend; he still wanted Vi to be his, to know there’s no actual chance that she would choose someone over him — to choose a dick over him.

“I’m still holding firm on that, by the way.” Vi says, scratching Erik’s head gently, looking over him as he lies between her legs, the back of his head nestled on her thighs.

“Hmm?”

“Tonight. I’m not saying fuck her. But I want progress.”

“Ah. Right…” Erik says, “Heidi. The gig.”

“Mmm,” She hums.

“I mean, it’s based on her too. She’s a shy lady,” Erik argues.

“Yeah. I know. But I want you to try. Even if she’s not comfortable, and all she consents to is like groping or grinding or dancing, I want you to come back and tell me that you tried.”

He sighs, chuckling softly, “I know. I know. I get it. For real, I understand you, now. I don’t think it’s silly anymore.”

She huffs triumphantly.

“For the record. I wouldn’t resent you, anyway.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not fun for me if you’re not also getting out there… at least a little.” Hinting at her confession from the other night.

“I’ll give it my best shot.” He says, putting on a poor attempt at an anime protagonist voice, prompting a disgusted ‘eeeeeew’ from Vi, pushing him off her with a laugh.

…

“Of course you did.” He says softly, laughing.

He sits at the small kitchenette, feet hanging off the stool, wondering why he feels nervous about it; maybe it’s because he’s actively taking his attention off Vi, which, feels weird at the moment, he’s really realising how one-sided this has been, it only clearing up further where she’s coming from — why she was getting nervous about resentment growing. She’s surely used to this feeling now; he’s not.

He stands up, the sound of knocking echoing through the room. Showtime.

Erik opens the door and can’t help but grin as he looks at Heidi standing in front of him, shaking like a leaf, and as red as a tomato, she’s once again been pushed out of her comfort zone, showing a different side to her, the side that got bullied in high school for being an edgy alt girl, the type of outfit that is fetishised online now, thought she doesn’t commit to the typical punk makeup look, opting for her usual look, her bright blonde hair a humorous contrast to her outfit.

“Hey…” she says, a part of her already accepted what to expect from Erik; friendship.

So, naturally, she feels shocked when Erik replies with; You look, so fucking good.”

She looks up, wide-eyed, her blush somehow intensifying, “A-O-Oooh. T-Thanks!” Her eyes sparkle, her thighs rub together as she shifts, suddenly feeling very nervous.

Erik closes the door behind him, encroaching on her space slightly, “You need anything from inside? Water? Or ready to go?”

Heidi, once again, is not used to this energy from Erik; her knees go weak as she steps back, she flashes a nervous smile, “I-I’m good! Let’s go.”

Erik nods and smiles, putting an arm around her shoulder, the poor girl tensing up with delight and confusion, but she won’t push him away. Of course not. Erik wishes that Vi could see him now, he’s not bad at this.

“Ooh.” Is all she can manage as they take the elevator down.

The indoor venue is packed to the rafters; neither of the two is content with being relegated to the back of the venue, they politely push their way to the middle of the crowd, some people give them dirty looks, which Heidi shrinks at, and slows, so it’s up to Erik to continue to push past, his hand in Heidi’s keeping her close, which she clutches very tightly to.

The gig starts, the crowd starts to shift, starting to push and pull. Heidi, had come in with a plan, a plan to show Erik that she had come to a decision, that she could keep up with him and his hot wild girlfriend.

But that all fell apart when he put an arm around her, that upper hand she thought she had immediately dissipating. And even more so now, with his hands on her hips, holding her close, jumping and dancing with her, her large, tight ass, pressed right against him, the denim the pair wore doing very little to stop the obvious arousal in his pants.

And on Erik’s end of it. He liked it; it was fun, to let loose, to focus on Heidi, to focus on the gig, to enjoy it with this girl who so clearly wants him.

“You good?” He asks, getting close to her ear, using it as an excuse to hold her still, keeping her close against him.

He can feel her shiver, catching a glimpse of her nervous fluttering eyelashes, she leans back, pressing harder against him, grabbing his arm, “Y-Yeah! It’s really fun!”

They do lose each other; it’s a rock show after all, there’sa. Bit more movement than there is at other gigs.

“Heidi?!” He says into the crowd; a few people look back at him, but continue on. He looks to the side, and it’s like the universe wants his fetish to develop even more.

He sees Heidi, looking for him; she grins and starts to make her way towards him, trying to weave her way through the moving crowd, but the shifting waves make her stumble, and there to catch her is a tall punk-looking man; she holds onto his arm, smiling quickly before trying to push away and return to Erik.

‘Even her…’

She catches the look in his eye, the way they almost glazed over; he grins, beckoning her over.

She blushes intensely, looking at the man, who has gone back to dancing and looking up at the stage. She looks at Erik, and she can see it in his eyes.

She turns towards the man who caught her, putting a hand on his arm and pressing her front against him, looking up with a thankful, blushing smile, sneaking looks at Erik, too nervous to touch more than the guy’s arm, but the guy just grins down at Heidi, gesturing to his back.

Erik swallows, knees weak, jostled by the crowd; he tries to adjust, to try and look normal, watching as Heidi, blushes, and then nods.

The guy gets low, and hoists Heidi onto his back, standing up effortlessly, the blonde girl rising above the crowd, joining other girls like her. She looks down at Erik with an excited, nervous grin, lifting her arms in the air and whooping, Erik’s brain naturally isolating her cheer over the rest of the crowd.

He watches her thighs get gripped by that man; he sees the shiver travel up her spine, the flush that creeps up her neck, and the pure thrill on her face as she takes a moment to appreciate her position above the crowd, and Erik loves the fact that at this moment. This girl that’s into him, is being handled by another man.

‘Maybe Vi has a point… I need to calm down.’

“Want me to lift you?” Heidi asks breathlessly, talking into his ear, her hand on his chest, unconsciously grabbing his tee.

Erik laughs, talking back into her ear, “Funny, was it a good view?”

She nods, looking up at him through wild, lidded lashes, she reaches down and presses a rough hand on his crotch, leaning up she speaks, “Feels like it was a good view for you, at least.”

…

The gig comes to an end, both of them focusing on the gig proper. And, now they stand outside Heidi’s dorm room. Her hand rests on the door handle.

“What did you like more?” She asks softly.

“What?”

She looks up, biting her lower lip, “Did you like being with me? Dancing with me? Or did you like seeing me with someone else?”

Erik hesitates; he can’t see on her face, what answer she wants, her knuckles white on the handle, “You’re so hot. I had a great time… But I won’t lie… Seeing you like that, it was a little exciting.”

He holds his hands up, “95% was with you, 5% was seeing that; it just… Yeah.”

She stares at him, her free hand pushing her thumbnail into her finger.

She reaches out and grabs his shirt, tugging him into her room as she finally pushes the door open.

“Nice pla-“ Erik’s comment on her dorm room is cut off. Since she’s the receptionist, she gets a free roommate-less room, so the place is decorated and it screams Heidi. Workout equipment, a laptop and books sprawled on the table, and a stack of textbooks against a wall; she shakes her head and drags him towards the couch, and she almost roughly pushes him back onto the couch.

“Damn Heidi,” Erik breathes, some of the air pushed out of him from the impact, “What’s gotten into—?”

“We can’t kiss, right?” She demands more than asks.

Erik shakes his head, pushing the thought away for now, the fact that Vi says he could, one freebie, not that he wants to.

“Okay…” She reaches down and unzips her shorts, leaning forward, she pulls the denim down, along with her thong, standing straight, she reaches down and covers herself with her hand, blushing furiously.

“Erik, I can’t take this anymore. God, I want this so bad.” She breathes.

Erik’s cock is stiff in his jeans, never having seen this side of her, “I… I do too.”

“Really? You swear? It’s not like… pity?” She averts her gaze, the muscles in her forearm tense as it hovers over her crotch.

“Pity? Of course not! I think you’re hot!” He says, leaning forward.

“Okay…” She steps forward, pushing him back gently with her other hand, “Then… I want you… Vi told me… that you like to… service.”

Erik’s eyebrow cocks upwards, “Vi said that?”

She nods, “She’s been encouraging me… To talk to you more…” She moves her hand away, exposing her clean-shaven vagina to him, putting one foot up on the couch next to his thigh, “She said that… You like…”

“What?” He asks, curious, his eyes on her pussy, small trails of her arousal on her inner thigh.

“Being… a bottom…” She says, unable to look at him from embarrassment.

“Vi…” Erik responds softly,y chuckling, looking at Heidi.

She finally looks at him, “So… Stay.” The command is shaky and somewhat cute; she awkwardly stands on the couch, somehow keeping her balance, she gets close to him, “Eat… me.”

“Yes. Ma’am.” Erik says with a grin, grabbing her legs and pulling her forward, pressing his nose into her pubic, dragging his tongue out and finding her clit.

“OoooOOoh Fuuu-“ She groans, her hand falling on his head, grabbing his hair, holding his face close.

Erik can feel her trickling onto his mouth already; he wonders if she had something like this planned from the start, looking up at her face, her rippling abs, and her modest chest.

Heidi’s eyes are shut tight, head tilted upwards towards the ceiling, her breathing coming out as moans and grunts as Erik rolls her clit with his tongue, pushing against her to create just enough pressure to be pleasurable, “Hoooly— Fu- Shi- Erik… Fucking god! My fucking—fuck—Fucking pussy—Oh fuck! So good!”

Erik chuckles against her, his hands sinking into her thighs; he reaches to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh of the former gymnast, “Felsh gewshd?” He says against her, the vibration sending a fresh thrill through her body, her knee buckling slightly as she bends over, leaning against the wall the couch is thankfully pushed against.

“Ohhhh FUCk! Yes!” She squeals, pushing against the wall, the couch shifting from her strength, “Don’t fucking stop! GoD!”

She moans loudly, losing some of her balance.

“Here…” Erik says softly, helping her down, getting low on the floor, helping her lean back in a more comfortable position, diving back down… well up.

Erik slides and flicks his tongue, moving in different patterns, focusing and unfocusing from her clit, adjusting the pressure every few seconds, never giving her the opportunity to get used to a sensation.

“YES! OH FUCK! FUCK! YES! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK!” She moans, uncontrollably, thrusting her hips into his face, the couch moving off the wall as she crumbles to her orgasm, her midriff muscles tensing as she cums over his face, her ass muscles tensing below his palms, squeezing tight as she succumbs to pleasure.

She groans and loses her balance, falling onto the couch, panting heavily, her eyes swimming in the white delirium.

“Wow…” She says softly, suddenly embarrassed again.

“Worth the wait?”

She giggles, hiding her face in his shirt, “For now… Yes.”

She looks down at him, leaning back, “I’m tired. Is it okay… If we wait?” She glances at his crotch now eye level, Erik standing in front of her.

Erik’s cock twitches, not from the blue balling feeling, while it exists, but from what is inadvertently an orgasm denial; he nods all the same, “Of course. No pressure.”

She nods, quickly covering herself with a pillow, “Uhm… You can sleep here. My room is just in there… Unless you want to…” She trails off, shaking her head; clearly, she’s feeling embarrassed following an intense orgasm.

“Never mind! Good night!”

She turns and her ass jiggles with each step, before closing the door behind her.

Erik looks around, grabbing a blanket from the pile; he lies back on the couch, kicking his shoes off, reaching down to palm his erection