A Way to Be Happy

A couple of days passed. At night, before sleeping, Marco would lock himself in the darkness of his room and masturbate to the vivid memory of everything Lucy had told him. The image of her with Javier, the sound of her voice whispering her secrets, had become his most potent fantasy. During the day, at school, they would kiss and see each other normally, though a new current of tension and desire flowed just beneath the surface. They didn't see each other at either of their houses during those days, as Lucy began to help her mom with some household chores.

But on the third day, Lucy intercepted him in the hallway. "I want to see you after school at my house," she said, her gaze promising

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](http://intimacy.By) then, something had changed in Marco. In the midst of his nightly fantasies and reviewing the events of the past few weeks, he had reached an inescapable conclusion: Lucy became happier, more passionate, and much more aroused when she was naughty with another man. Based on that revelation, he had made a decision.

"I agree," he replied, his voice surprisingly firm. "I want to see you after school, but not so early." He asked Lucy to meet with Javier first, before him. He gave her explicit permission to be naughty, with the sole condition that it made her happier and more aroused. "And after being with him," he continued, "you'll come to see me, you'll tell me everything in detail, and then we'll have our session of kisses and caresses. And this time," he added, his gaze intense, "I want to know your breasts like Javier did."

The proposal made Lucy nervous. The last time, the situation had gotten a little out of control because she got carried away by her own arousal. But, at the same time, she loved the idea. For the first time, Marco seemed like a man determined to take the reins. It was a strange and twisted way of doing it, incomprehensible to anyone not in on their agreement, but it was a decision, it was dominance. Arousal ran through her as she saw he had an erection while talking to her. She wanted to touch his penis like the last time, imagining a thousand things as she did. The thought of it made her instantly wet.

"I accept," she said, and very flirtatiously, she kissed him.

Marco was left with a feeling of determination. He was decided. She would be naughty with someone else before he saw her.

Later, when school let out, Lucy approached him with a problem. "I won't be able to do it," she said, with genuine frustration. "Your house is too far. Having to go all the way there to be with Javier and then come back would take too much time, and I wouldn't be able to see you afterward."

Marco thought for a moment, the plan almost falling apart. But then, a new, riskier, and more exciting idea emerged. "Maybe... we could meet at my house," he suggested. "It will be empty for several hours. I could leave you two alone in my room, pretend I'm going to the store and take a while. Then I'll come back, and I can go out again for something else. We'll make Javier think I don't notice anything."

A slow, mischievous smile spread across Lucy's face. "Alright." But then she warned him, her voice a whisper loaded with promises: "But feeling that we'll be alone in your house, I might let things get much naughtier than usual."

It was a risk. An enormous risk. But the idea of having his girlfriend completely happy, overflowing with the arousal caused by another man, ready to tell him everything and give herself to him...

That was a risk Marco was willing to take.