Secret Slut

Warning: this story might delve into some , use and cheating. None of this is condoned by the author. This is a fantasy and a story to appeal to specific kinks. No harm or insult is intended at anyone.

This story is intended as a game. To play it, just click "Start Game" next to the Play button on the right. Reading it as a normal story might not make as much sense.

Also, shout out to sexybjgal69 and her story: Attaining Tenure, for providing the inspiration for this story.

“I’ve never met a woman like you before,” said Ashton, smiling at her over his wine glass before taking a small sip.

“Aww, stoo~op!” Laughed Hannah, hiding half her face behind her hand as she felt her cheeks blush in embarrassment. “I’m nothing special. There’s plenty of women out there like me!”

“No, no. I’m serious!” Insisted Ashton, leaning forward with an earnest expression, looking her straight in the eye. “Not that I’ve… dated a lot, truth be told. But what little I did, well…” He shook his head. “Trust me, you’re one of a kind.”

“Oh yeah?” She was still smiling, humoring him. She rested her chin on her hand and prodded him further. “How so? How am I any different?”

She expected him to flounder at this or give a vague answer. But he did not even hesitate. “You listen when I talk. And when I am quiet… You help me talk. You make me feel at ease and, Um… And you don’t get upset… Or laugh at me when I stumble over my words.” And he gave her another smile, shy but grateful.

“Oh! You make it sound like you’re a… A wallflower or something!” She laughed and shook her head. “It’s not a big deal, you’re just a bit shy! There’s nothing wrong with that!”

“And you make it look easy…” He insisted. “I mean… You’re doing it right now! Playing it off like it’s no big deal. But you’re the first girl that I feel comfortable talking to like that. I mean it! Most women just want a guy that is confident all the time…”

“Hmm, sometimes?” Hannah said. And truth be told, confidence was a big turn-on for her. But not always. “Being shy has its charms too. Especially when the guy being shy is so damn cute!”

He smiled even as his eyes went wide and he took another sip to buy time, unsure how to react to the compliment. “Not half as beautiful as you, that’s for sure!”

“Aww, thanks! Sweet of you to say so,” she said, far more confident when receiving her compliment. Truth be told she was used to being told she was pretty. Most of the time, she felt like ‘you’re so pretty’ or ‘you’re so sexy’ were only coded words men used to mean ‘I want to have sex with you.’ It was a cynical approach, yes, but one that was often proved true.

But with Ashton it was different.

“And seeing you… Being so confident, while still being kind to me…” He continued. “It gives me strength, in a way… You know? It encourages me to be stronger too. More confident. So I can rise to your level.”

It was her turn for her eyebrows to go up in surprise before she let out a giggle as the blush returned. Nobody had told her that before.

“Rise to my -? Oh, Ashton! How am I supposed to answer that?” And she giggled again.

“Too much?” He said with a sheepish smile of his own, before his expression got serious again and he added, “but I mean it. To me you’re… Amazing.”

“Aww, thank you,” she replied. “You’re important to me too, Ashton! I haven’t met any guy before that I’ve liked as much as you.”

She smiled at him, and deep in her heart she meant every word. None of her previous relationships had started off so strongly, or made her feel like he wanted her not for her body, but for who she was and what she did. And this was reinforced by another unique fact: this was her longest romantic relationship she had been in without any sex. This had been new for her.

“I’ve never clicked with any other girls before you either,” said Ashton, and his smile grew a little sad as he continued. “There’s so many girls out there that just don’t care, you know? They treat a date like… Like a job interview, to weed out the weak or something. Or as just a fling. So many girls care only about sleeping around, trying out guys like clothes in a shopping mall. And stuff like Tinder sure doesn’t help.” He hesitated before saying, “you know… Once, when I said I wanted to take things slow with this girl, she asked if I was gay?” He chuckled bitterly, and despite trying to play it off as a joke, it was clear her words had hurt him..

“I like it. Taking things slow,” said Hannah, her voice quieter than before.

“And that’s why you’re so special,” he said, driving the point home while looking at her, adoration twinkling in his eyes. “You’re not like those women that sleep around with nine or ten guys before they start taking dates seriously. You care. And you respect me when I ask to take things slow.” He smiled. “You’re amazing.”

“Aww, no you are!” She replied, with a smile that she hoped hid the pit of nervous anxiety bubbling inside her like boiling tar.

Because the truth was, she had slept with way more than nine or ten guys before she met Ashton. And she had done much wilder stuff than the average girl too. Much, much wilder.

And if Ashton found that out? He would probably lump her with the other sluts.

‘Which is why he must never find out,‘ she thought sadly to herself, while still smiling at him like she didn’t have a care in the world.