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I woke up the next morning in my own bed with a hangover. Images of the night before flashed through my mind. Was it all just a dream? No, it couldn’t have been. It was too vivid of a memory. I had sex with Lara while Marissa watched. Marissa told me to cum inside Lara… fuck, I was getting hard just thinking about it. It was definitely real. I couldn’t believe it. Before that party, I was a virgin. And now… My phone buzzed. Marissa was trying to facetime me. I quickly put on some clothes and picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Marissa responded. Even though her full body wasn’t in view, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a shirt or bra. “Are you hanging in there this morning?”

“‘Hanging is definitely the right word,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “My head hurts like hell. I barely remember coming home last night.”

“Yeah, last night was pretty crazy,” she said with a laugh. “You got pretty drunk towards the end… something about ‘a shot for every year you were a virgin?’” I cringed. I had completely forgotten about that. “I think you only made it through two or three before you tapped out, though… Lara and I both did like six each! I might be out of liquor now…”

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a lightweight… Speaking of, have you heard from Lara? Did she make it home okay?”

“Actually…” she replied with a giggle, “Lara stayed the night here. She’s actually still in my bed right now.”

“Oh, well… haha… ahem… I’m glad to hear she’s safe and sound.” Marissa laughed at my awkwardness.

“You know,” she said, “It was great seeing you last night after so long. We should definitely hang out more often. In fact, I actually have to head downtown on Thursday to pick up an order from a shop I like, you should come along! We can get lunch or something. If you’re not busy, that is.”

“Oh, I actually have a lecture until 4 p.m. that day, so I won’t be able to make it. Sorry. I’m free Friday, though!”

“Friday sounds good! I can’t wait. Alright, I gotta run. Byeee!”

“Bye-bye, take care!”

Before she hung up the phone, she flashed her tits in the camera. It was so quick that I couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or not. I thought things would be awkward between me and Marissa now, but it seemed fine. My phone buzzed again. It was a snap from Marissa. I nearly passed out when I saw it; it was a selfie of her and Lara about to get into the shower together. They were both covering their tits with their arms, but Marissa let a nipple slip into view. Was she into me? I couldn’t tell. Regardless, my dick was hard as a rock at this point. I decided to jerk off while the image was still fresh in my mind.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful and passed rather quickly. Although nothing about me physically changed, I felt more confident than ever before. I walked with my head high, feeling like I was king of the world. I wasn’t sure if it was a figment of my imagination, but it seemed like I was attracting a lot more looks from women around me. So, when my Monday morning class rolled around, I decided to sit on the opposite side of the room from my usual spot, knowing that a group of attractive girls usually sat there. I wasn’t planning on talking to them, I just wanted to gauge their reactions to seeing me in their area. When they walked in, they each gave me the “look” I was searching for. I knew then that I was a new man.

I couldn’t help but daydream during class. The selfie of Marissa and Lara kept popping up in my mind. And, of course, I couldn’t stop replaying the night I lost my virginity. I’m usually a good student, but when something like that happens to a person, they tend to get distracted. The feeling of cumming inside Lara was like a drug. It occupied my mind 24/7.

“...about feudalism in 12th century France?” Oh no. The professor was talking to me, and all I could picture was Marissa eating out Lara.

“I… um…” Shit, what was going on? “Sorry, could you repeat the question?”

“I asked,” the professor responded, “Broadly, what do you think this text can tell us about feudalism in 12th century France?” Damn it, I had to make something up.

“Well, haha…” I felt my face turning red. “I think that… ahem, ‘scuse me… I think that it gives us, as scholars, good reason to reconsider the use of the word ‘feudalism’ as an accurate wide sweeping term for 12th century France, especially given that the author focuses on certain ideas and concepts that, as we have already seen in other documents, vary greatly from region to region and by point in time…” Oh, yeah. I forgot how much being a virgin through most of college helped my academics.

“Interesting point,” the professor said before returning to his lecture.

After the class ended, one of the girls sitting near me turned to me and spoke.

“How did you do that?” she asked.

“How did I do what?”

“I mean… you obviously weren’t paying attention to the lecture. How did you give an answer the professor wanted to hear even though he caught you completely off guard?”

“Oh, that,” I said with a chuckle. “Up until recently, I had… a lot of pent up energy, let's say, that I poured into reading. I usually can bullshit just enough to get out of a pickle. Did you notice how I didn’t actually mention any specific details other than the ones he asked about in his question?”

“Wow, that’s impressive,” she replied. “Wait, so you didn’t even read the book?”

“I didn’t even know what book he was talking about.” She laughed, twirling a strand of her mid-length, blonde hair around her finger.

“I’m Katie, by the way.”

“Well, Katie, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Steve.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” We shook hands and walked out the classroom together. Katie was a little bit shorter than me, probably around 5’ 6”. Her skin was a certain peachy, pinkish color. She smelled nice, but I didn’t think she had any perfume on. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her lips were a darker pink that matched perfectly with the rest of her face. It didn’t look like she was wearing any make-up. She was pretty flat-chested, which I didn’t mind. Her butt wasn’t large either, but it was cute. She had a very endearing natural beauty to her figure that only petite girls have. I wanted to ask for her number, but I wasn’t sure if I should. What was the situation between me and Lara? What about me and Marissa, for that matter? I had some sort of date already planned with her for later that week, would it be wrong for me to start talking to another girl right now? I decided it would be best if I let things be. I didn’t want to get involved with too many people and have feelings start to get hurt. Besides, I figured my ego had been inflated enough for one weekend. Just then, Katie said something that surprised me.

“I’m in a relationship, by the way, so don’t get any ideas.”

“Oh, no, I… okay…” I said, not really knowing how to respond to such a forward statement.

“That being said,” she continued, “you seem cool. Give me your number and we can hang out sometime. I can introduce you to the other girls I sit with! We’ll have our own little gang in this class!” To be honest, that sounded fun. Another friend couldn’t hurt, right? I gave Katie my number and we said goodbye.

The rest of the week went by as usual. Lara and I flirted a little bit over text, but nothing of interest occurred. It didn’t seem that she wanted anything more than a hookup, but I wasn’t sure. Before I knew it, it was Friday. It was time to meet Marissa downtown. I hopped on the tram and rode it to a stop by one of the city parks. Marissa was already there waiting for me by the fountain, which had been turned off for the season. She was wearing a dark green sweater, with the strap of her bag across her chest accentuating the shape of her breasts. Her jeans gave her butt a nice shape, and went well with the boots she was wearing. I liked her outfit a lot, actually. Most guys lament over the end of summer and the disappearance of sundresses and revealing clothes, but I enjoyed the fashion that came with Fall and Winter.

“Hey, Marissa,” I said, walking up to her.

“Hey, you! Ready for lunch?”

“Lunch? It’s already 4 o’clock…”

“Oh, I hadn’t realized… whoops!” she said with a smile. Marissa always had a certain cheerfulness about her. I couldn’t help but laugh and give her a hug. “Well,” she said, “I suppose we can go pick up my order and then get drinks or something.”

“That sounds great,” I replied. We walked a few blocks from the park to one of the shopping districts of our city. We talked about our weeks, school, and happenings in our lives. Neither of us brought up any of the previous week’s events, including the snapchat picture. I mentioned my new friend Katie, to which Marissa had a positive reaction. She was one of those people who was always happy for you when even the smallest good thing happened in your life. Our conversation was so entertaining, that I didn’t even realize what kind of store we had walked into until Marissa asked for her order at the counter. I looked at the wall behind the cashier and, to my surprise, saw hundreds of dildos, vibrators, and other miscellaneous sex items. The sign behind the cashier read “Happy Life Wellness & Pleasure.” I recognized that name; I had ordered a fleshlight toy from their website some years prior. I had no idea they had a brick-and-mortar store downtown. I couldn’t believe Marissa ordered something and opted to pick it up in person. This girl got more interesting every day.

“You should get something for yourself,” Marissa said to me when the cashier went into the back room to get her order.

“Well… I’ve actually ordered from here before.” It was too hard to lie and pretend like I didn’t know anything about this place. “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised you ordered for pickup rather than delivery.”

“To tell you the truth,” she said quietly, “it’s kind of a turn-on for me. I like knowing that people are watching me come in and out of here, and that I have to ask for my package from a real person…” She put a hand on my arm. “And, if I can be honest… going with someone is really hot, too…” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. It was starting to make me aroused as well. I decided to buy something. On one of the shelves was an assortment of vibrating cock rings. I asked the cashier to choose one at random for me and to ring it up. Marissa was smiling the whole time. We paid for our things and left the store, ready to get drinks. We went to a bar that wasn’t too crowded yet, and got a booth in the corner. She ordered a martini, and I had a Manhattan.

“Wow, we’re pretty classy, aren’t we?” I said jokingly after we got our drinks.

“We sure are,” Marissa responded. “If only the people here knew what we had in this bag.”

“Speaking of, what did you get? It’s not very fair that I bought that cock ring in front of you, but I still haven’t seen what was in that box.”

“Oh, it’s nothing exciting, just a dildo and a new brand of lube I wanted to try with it.”

“Oh, interesting.” I wondered how big the dildo was. The box didn’t seem very large when the cashier handed it to her. We had a few more drinks and decided it was time to leave. We got on the tram and headed back towards my neighborhood. I mentioned that I didn’t have anything going on for the rest of the weekend, so Marissa asked if I wanted to go see a movie.

“That sounds fun!” I answered. “Except, I’ve heard there’s nothing good in theaters right now. Everything is on streaming.”

“Well, we could just do that. Your place is closer than mine, wanna watch something tonight?”

“Sure! I think I have a bottle of wine we could crack open too.” We got off at the stop near my place and walked to my building. We had a couple glasses of wine in my studio apartment and turned on a movie we had both seen before. Not paying any attention, we kept talking and drinking through the movie. When I mentioned I was starting to get a little drunk, Marissa just laughed.

“You are such a lightweight,” she said playfully, softly hitting my arm.

“I know, I know,” I said. “By the way, I apologize for the lack of a couch. My apartment is pretty small, and I really wanted to be able to watch TV in bed, so…”

“Oh, it’s no big deal. Hey, I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Let’s do an unboxing of our new toys.”

“Wow, you really are a character,” I said, laughing. “Sure, let’s do it.”

“Okay, you go first.” I grabbed the box with the cock ring and opened it up, giving a sarcastic YouTube-like narration. When I accidentally turned on the vibration feature and threw it in the air as a reaction, Marissa laughed so hard that she spilled some wine on her sweater.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Marissa,” I said. “That sweater is so nice, too.”

“Oh, no biggie,” she cheerfully said. “These things happen. Every stain is a story!” There was that positive attitude that was so attractive. Marissa took off her sweater, revealing only a tank top underneath. It looked thin; I wondered whether she was cold the whole day with just the sweater on top. “Steve,” she said. “You’re staring.”

“Oh, sorry,” I replied, flustered. “I was just surprised that’s all you had on under your sweater.”

“Oh, so I should dress more conservatively?” she asked sarcastically. I laughed.

“No, I was just wondering if you were cold.”

“Awwww, what a gentleman,” she said. “Now stop changing the topic and try the damn thing!” She handed me the cock ring.

“R-really?” I asked timidly.

“Sure, why not? You did the unboxing, might as well give the review. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen… you… before.”

“I guess you’re right.” I took my pants off and started playing with my dick to get it hard. It didn’t take very long. Marissa was sitting in a way that pushed her boobs together, showing a good amount of cleavage. She noticed me glancing every now and then.

“Oh my gosh, you perv!” She said, laughing.

“I’m the perv?” I replied. “You’re the one making me demonstrate my new cock ring in front of you! How come you don’t have to do the same?”

“I- well… oh, just shut up and turn it on already!” I did as she asked. The cock ring started vibrating at the base of my penis. It was rhythmic and more powerful than I expected.

“That… actually feels really good, holy shit,” I said.

“I bet,” Marissa said. She seemed a little breathless and her face was blushing. I turned the cock ring off.

“Okay, your turn.”

“Okay,” she said somewhat shyly. She took her pants off before opening the box. My cock twitched when I caught a glimpse of her pussy. “Wait a minute,” she said, holding the box. “This looks too small.” She opened the box and pulled out the bottle of lube. “Those assholes forgot my dildo, what the hell?” I laughed at her misfortune.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said, making a fake pouty face. “But you don’t get a get-out-of-jail-free card. I’m standing here like a fool with this thing on. Go find a zucchini or something to test out that lube!” I was only joking. I didn’t expect Marissa to agree with my logic.

“I guess you’re right, I should test this out. But not on a zucchini.” She crawled closer to me and poured a little bit of lube in her hand. It smelled nice. She reached for my dick and started slowly stroking it. “To be honest, I haven’t been able to get the image of you fucking Lara out of my mind,” she said.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “I couldn’t stop thinking of that selfie you sent me. And, if I’m telling the truth, I saw your tits on facetime.”

“I know, I wanted you to,” she said, gripping my cock a little bit harder. “Do you want to see them again?” I just nodded my head. Marissa pulled up her tank top, pausing at the last second to let her tits drop out with a nice jiggle. I took my shirt off too. She went back to stroking my cock. “How about we turn your new toy on?” she asked. She turned on the cock ring and started stroking faster while playing with her tits.

“Holy shit,” I said. “Oh my God, Marissa, this feels amazing. Your hand is so soft.” She giggled and used her other hand to play with my balls. I moaned out in pleasure.

“Be quiet, your neighbors will hear!”

“Oh fuck, can I grab your tits?”

“Please.” I reached over and squeezed Marissa’s boobs. They weren’t as big as Lara’s, but I didn’t care. They were just big enough to spill out of my hands a tiny bit when I grabbed them. They were softer than a pillow and had beautiful pink nipples. I bent down and kissed Marissa on the lips. I reached a hand down to start caressing her legs, but she moved it away. “Not yet,” she said. Her restraint made me want her more. I could feel my cock getting even harder. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I finished.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum soon,” I said.

“Do you want to cum on my tits?” Marissa asked.

“More than anything.”

“Okay.” She positioned herself so she was sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of her. She kept stroking my cock as the cock ring continued to vibrate. She had one arm under her tits to keep them up. “Cum for me, right now.” My dick began to throb and shoot cum on her.

“Fuuuckk,” I moaned. My cum covered Marissa’s tits and neck, and a little bit ended up on her chin. I couldn’t believe it when she wiped it with her finger and put it in her mouth.

“Wow. Just… wow,” she said. “I know what I’ll be thinking about for the next week.” We cleaned up and put our clothes back on. It was getting late, so I walked Marissa to the tram stop so she could get home before it stopped running. When the tram pulled up we said goodbye. She started to walk on but turned around. “One more thing,” she said. She put her arms around my neck, tilted her head to the side, and kissed me. This was different than before; it wasn’t purely for sexual enjoyment. This kiss had a spark to it. I said goodbye and stood under the streetlight as I watched the tram pull away.