Head home to sleep

My head was swimming with thoughts of my rather passionate discussion with Brandon. I could even feel a headache coming on. The last thing I wanted right now was to have sex with Jamie, still angry and frustrated by that douche bag.

Sorry babe," I said, massaging my temples. "I think I just need some sleep right now." He looked disappointed, but accepted my decision without argument. That was one of the reasons why I loved him so much, I felt like he respected me.

{if jamie_sex=0} This was the second week in a row I had refused him, so I hoped he wouldn't take it too badly. I promised myself to make it up to him.

(Suspicion +5%){endif}

Heading home, I locked myself in to my room. Quiet, so I wouldn't wake Jessica, I got undressed and went straight to bed. As I lay there, I found that sleep eluded me. Snippets of my argument with Brandon kept running through my mind. Eventually my mind wandered to his sexual boasting.

"Professor Cartwright, great cocksucker," I remembered him saying with that smug smile of his. The image of prim and proper professor Cartwright kneeling before Brandon appeared in my mind. My fingers instinctively went to my crotch, and I found that I was sopping wet. As I started rubbing myself I replaced the repugnant image of the professor sucking Brandon with myself kneeling before Jamie. I was not usually a big fan of giving blowjobs, but tonight I found the thought a huge turn on.

I imagined myself licking and sucking Jamie's cock, as I pleasured myself. Letting out a soft moan, I imagined Jamie holding my head, face fucking me. My arousal built as I imagined the feeling of his cock deep in my throat. As I neared my climax my treacherous mind suddenly replaced Jamie with Brandon.

"I knew you were a slut," imaginary Brandon sneered down at me, and at that moment I came harder than I had ever done before. Lying there panting in the afterglow of one of the best orgasms of my life, I started to wonder if I was loosing my mind.

(Kink +5%)