The next day, Sunday, I gathered my clothes from the apartment and left a note for my roommate, who had gone to visit her parents. She wanted to live with her fiancé, and I felt like a third wheel. With the help of a kind taxi driver, I moved all my belongings to my new place. The studio was on the fourth floor, featuring a spacious room, a bathroom with a tub, a well-equipped kitchen, and a balcony enclosed with double-glazed windows.
I stocked the fridge with groceries I brought from home and then arranged my bed with my personal belongings. As I watched TV, I drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, the intercom buzzed. I checked my phone to see the time; it was 4 AM. I answered to find out who it was, and it turned out to be Mike. I buzzed him in, and while he made his way up, I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. Mike didn’t knock; he walked right in since I had left the door slightly ajar to avoid disturbing the neighbors.
The Unexpected Visitor
He found me in the bathroom, applying mascara, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. In the mirror, I could study him better than I had the night before in the car. He was a head taller than me, probably over 6 feet, with graying hair, dark, and only a few wrinkles on his forehead. He was elegantly dressed and wore the same exquisite cologne.
I, on the other hand, am a blonde with shoulder-length hair, petite at 5’3″, with a well-defined figure. Mike began kissing my neck and caressing my breasts. He lifted my mini skirt and pulled down my panties. I stopped him, confessing that I was a virgin.
“No problem,” he replied, trying to free my breasts from my tight blue blouse. “You’ll do exactly what you did in the car.”
He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. Our clothes flew everywhere, leaving us as bare as Adam and Eve. Mike held me close and tried to slip a finger inside me, but I quickly pushed him away, reminding him why I couldn’t allow it.
Negotiations and New Boundaries
“I understand, and if you don’t want to, I won’t force you, but you have two other holes,” he said, breathing heavily with excitement.
He started examining my firm breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pressed my head down, guiding me to kneel on the bed so my mouth was level with his large, erect penis. With his strong hands on my shoulders, I moved along his shaft to the base and back.
Mike tried to push deeper, but I stopped him when it became too much. He let go, and I did my best to pleasure him orally. I could see from his face that he wasn’t satisfied. At one point, he lay back on the bed and invited me to straddle him in reverse. He then buried his face between my legs and began to lick me. I resumed my efforts, using my hand to help. Occasionally, I would pause to moan with pleasure, my eyes closed, warning him not to go too deep with his fingers.
Mike assured me I would remain a virgin, then continued to lick me and probe my anus. I protested. He stood up and said, “You don’t want it there, you’re not good at oral, and you want to stay a virgin.”
“I do, but it hurts…”
We sat on the bed and began to negotiate. Mike asked if I had any face or hand cream. I got up and went to the bathroom, returning with several tubes and jars of different creams. Mike tried them all and chose a strawberry-scented one I used for my face.
He stood up, took a dollop of cream on his right index finger, and applied it to the head of his penis. He handed me the jar to hold while he coated himself, then asked for more. Amused by the sight of his cream-covered tip, I handed it back to him as I sat on the bed with my hands beside me. After he finished, he placed the jar next to the bedside lamp and told me to get ready.
Exploring New Territories
I asked him what position I should take. He suggested I kneel by the bed with my face down on the sheet. I complied. With Mike behind me, I felt him searching for my anus. It hurt, and I asked him to go slowly. At one point, I felt full and wanted to go to the bathroom.
Mike told me to relax, explaining that it was a normal sensation during anal sex. He assured me it wouldn’t come out until he was done. I warned him I didn’t want to get pregnant. He reminded me it was anal, not vaginal, and it couldn’t happen. After about five minutes, he finished inside me, then went to the bathroom to clean up. If you’re curious about the intimate moments that can unfold in the shower, you might enjoy reading about Shower Secrets and Midnight Whispers.
He was in a hurry to leave. He left some money on the table and said he’d be back tomorrow. I told him it would have to be after my shift at the restaurant, which ended after midnight, and I had classes in the morning.
We continued this routine for about a week. Mornings were for college classes, evenings for the restaurant, and nights for sex. I was exhausted in the mornings, barely able to keep my eyes open. One day, Mike told me I had to make a decision.
A Life-Changing Decision
“You need to quit your job at the restaurant; you can’t keep up. Especially since our schedules don’t match. There’s another guy who wants to join us, so don’t worry about money.”
The next day, I quit my job at the restaurant and said goodbye to the girls, especially Aunt Linda, who had introduced me to Mike. Then, I had a more relaxed schedule. Mornings were for classes, afternoons for seminars or rest, and evenings, usually after 8 PM, for sex.
This arrangement lasted about two weeks until one evening when Mike brought another man, around his age, named Mark. I went to the kitchen to make them coffee. While I was pouring, Mike came up to me and told me not to be afraid, that Mark was a good friend.
He helped me carry the tray with the cups and sugar into the living room. Mark, sitting in an armchair by the window, complimented me on being a good hostess. We continued chatting, and Mark introduced himself as being from another city, married, and temporarily assigned to the same military unit as Mike.
After we finished our coffee and chatted some more, Mike, who had just returned from the bathroom, interrupted us.
“Let’s not forget why we’re here…”
He suggested Mark take a shower. Mark, after grabbing a piece of gum from the table next to the armchair, got up and headed to the bathroom, asking if there was a towel. I followed him and handed him a bath towel, showing him where the shower gel was and how to turn on the water. Then, I returned to the living room, where Mike had taken off his shirt and was undoing his belt.
A New Dynamic
“With both of them at once?” I asked.
“What’s the problem?” he replied.
I undressed and approached him, asking if he had told Mark about my no-vaginal rule. I received no answer. Mike lay back on the bed, waiting for me to kneel and perform oral sex. Just then, Mark entered the room, asking if he could join in.
Mike nodded, and Mark began to caress my buttocks and masturbate. What followed was a session of oral and anal sex. At the end, both men climaxed on my face. These encounters continued for another three months until the men returned to their respective units. If you’re interested in exploring more about the dynamics of multiple partners, you might find Threesome Fantasy intriguing.
It was a beautiful time. Then, I got a job at a pizzeria in the city center, where I still work. I finished college and now have a boyfriend I want to marry. Oh, and you want to know if I’m still a virgin? I’m waiting to be taken to the altar untouched.
