>I'm staring blindly at Birthday's face, not really seeing anything. >I can't read her own emotions, mine are overpowering them. >Now i know i must have just misheard the catastrophic miscommunication that just went down >There's absolutely no way the words "We can't" just came out of a wet and willing female >In my entire lifetime of anime, television and movie experiences this shouldn't happen. >When you excite a girl she's putty in your arms, that's how it works right? >There's no media i'd ever seen where she was into it and completely unwilling. >But sadly... as is the case in most of this story. >Life is not like anime. >[spoiler] or in many cases anons ): [/spoiler] >[spoiler] There's a thousand and one reasons women will let themselves get close but won't go farther.[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Regret, more self control than you, or just plain catholicism[/spoiler] >Whatever the reason, i was a self centered male. >my ego was shattered >There was no reason we should stop, i saw no logical idea in my head that would even remotely make sense as to why i'd failed. >For some unknown reason i was not copulation material, and that hurt. >Physically as i had what can only be considered an unstoppable force in my boxers, and they were trying to stop it. >And mentally i was picking up the shattered pieces and cutting myself on the edges. >This is where the questions start >"Why?" >Anger in my voice maybe, hurt, confusion >In the bathroom i had chalked it to not enough time, or too public an area of the house. >Here i couldn't see any excuses, but it could still be a myriad of things she wasn't telling me. >I don't get a response >just those sad eyes and a shake of the head >I always wondered if in some futuristic reality this kind of moment would ever change. >where if you could hook up and feel every emotion and sensation your partner was feeling at the time, one of you would cave. >Maybe you'll get to experience that someday anons, but today was not that day >I had to change her mind myself >I asked the worst question possible, saying instead of doing. >"Can i change your mind?" >I'm full of intent, staring her deeply in the eyes and moving my left hand down her side >and towards the expanse below her skirt. >She softly grabs my wrist and stops me, dragging it and placing it back at her waist. >There's not many ways you can respond to that >Maybe she's not warmed up yet or something >i'm still latched to the idea that it's my fault. >I mean it was wasn't it? >Not enough foreplay, not enough tender attention on my part. >I lean into her again, connect my lips with her neck and suck on it softly >She gasps >I press my hips forward and grind just the tiniest bit >She softly releases air, the tiniest hint of vocal emanations from it. >These are good sounds, i know these are good sounds >I know that if i'm straining hard to resist, she must be straining just as hard. >I know she's struggling internally, i just have to get her to give in. >This plan's going to work i know it. >I try to take a dive, i grab her waist and begin lowering my head downwards. >I figure i can try eating her out, i haven't been unlucky with that yet and maybe she'll enjoy it enough to... >I don't make it far before she realizes what i'm doing >She grabs my hair >I'm forcibly yanked upwards >This isn't a soft tug of my hair, i'm pretty sure she actually rips a couple strands out >She's holding my face stationary above hers, maybe an inch, maybe two. >All i can see are her eyes, they're actually twinkling in the light >I'm worried she's crying, but as far as i can tell her cheeks are dry >She yanks me sideways, i'm sure tears are in my eyes. >Having your hair pulled is just one of those things that really hurts >I get a kiss on my cheek, then quickly pulled back to my earlier position. >"No." >She lets go of me and gets off her back >I know what that word means, i know what her tone means. >It means there's nothing i can do to change her mind. >She's sitting now, legs folded cleanly under her, knees facing me. >My eyes are drawn to her skirt, her two hands smoothing out the creases as it billows out around her. >It comes to my mind that i didn't even look >How fucking stupid could i be, i thought she was mine, in the urgency it didn't even cross my mind. >Her breasts are still uncovered though, i get back to staring at them while plotting my next move. >This is where the pleading starts. >I start the process in my head, maybe if i beg, maybe if i grovel she'll let me >I realize that this was pathetic >an appeal to an emotional side of her that probably wasn't receptive at the moment. >Not to mention pathetic. >Maybe she was just that angry with me, this was revenge. >Really fucking pathetic. >I had no way of knowing, i couldn't read her over the thoughts in my head, so i just gave up. >I just fell to my back and went back to my favorite passtime, staring at the ceiling. >I didn't want to just burn all bridges and go completely autistic though, so i threw a question out after a moment or two. >"What do you want me to do?" >I wasn't being soft, sincere, angry, or questioning. I was all business, a demand even. >I had even crossed my arms above my head and was using them as a support as i stared angrily at what seems to be my favorite ceiling in the house. >I wasn't looking down, but i knew that the tent in my boxers was a monument that she and i both knew existed. >Not that she seemed to care. >"Nothing" >Ouch, that word hurt >I knew whatever was going on here was over for some reason i didn't understand. >The worst part? The spiderbros were gone, off making webs somewhere for the night. >I had no allies in my time of need. >I'm back to not giving a shit i guess, there's an army of men screaming inside me. >I'm falling quickly into angry. >Not really true anger, but that mood where you lash out at others to hurt them because you feel hurt. >Who is she to lead me on and end it here? >I'm thinking intrusive angry things, calling her angry names, intentionally trying to break the heart that i had tried to keep together earlier. >I don't act on them directly, i just take the beta route. >"Where did i screw up?" >She's got an instant response, she was expecting this question, always a bad sign. >"Nowhere" >She pauses, i see her out of the corner of my vision staring at me. >Probably my crotch, it's the tallest object in the room right now >"I'll... finish you off" >Thank fucking Eris goddess of chaos. >She crawls over to me >I watch her breasts the entire way, nothing like a girl's breasts pointing nipples-to-the-floor and swaying the entire way. >Reminds me of the soft swaying of a ship on rough seas. >She's eventually got me crotch in grabbing range, leas' we're going to get some action started. >X Marks the spot, come get it. >About fucking time, i'm just frustrated, ripping at the sails at this point. >I've had a constant on/off erection for about 40 minutes now. >All i wanted to do was find some worthy wench to deposit a load into >Pirates booty denied, i guess i could accept a bit of a suck on the ol' bottle. >Except she starts with her hands >One hand above the boxers, one below. >This can't be anything but good. >Oh how wrong i was >She was pulling far too hard, i was wincing, she was rubbing the cloth roughly against it >I completely forgot that this girl had no clue how to give handjobs >I think "No clue" was an understatement >This was like first time using chopsticks no clue >This was like first time giving a handjob with chopsticks that you've never used before today no clue >I was getting an Indian Ropeburn Mark II >I'm actually making those sounds the velociraptors make in jurassic park internally >Even a couple externally >She's not getting the hint. >Fuck the sounds coming out of my throat would fit in 40 million years ago >It was like she lit me up, grabbed my monkey and started to go. >She was trying to start a fire, her hands were cold as ice. >It's making me tired, like a rerun of Miami Vice >I want to walk away, fuck this whore. >I want Homely to open the door. >I'm on the floor, making sounds like a dying dinosaur. >It doesn't take me long to stop her >completely >the words "You are hurting me" do not even begin to explain to her the pain she was causing >I could be bleeding for all i know, i don't even look >I now realize i have the daunting task of teaching this girl how to give me a handjob >I don't know where to start >Basic human anatomy maybe >She might be missing a couple important bits, like the ones where it being "Attached" was important. >I'm mulling over how to explain this when she interrupts my thoughts >"I can try my mouth?" >Oh right that's a thing >Yeah go ahead, it can't be worse than the handjob >Oh boy, i should really stop saying that. >There's quite a few things that i neglected to explain about blowjobs earlier >Mostly because the previous girl to give me one had been more or less drunk, horny and was given no choice but to actually take it throat deep. >Now birthday started with kissing. >Anons that have had blowjobs know what kisses feel like >They look hot as fuck, but don't really feel like ANYTHING. >The hand she's using to hold your penis upright to kiss it is stimulating you more than the kiss itself, and that hand isn't even moving. >I didn't want hot, i had hot for hours, i was stuck in a full household of hot. >I just wanted to get off >You know that feeling, i decide i need to take things into my own hands >Literally >i wrap one of my hands around the base and start stroking slowly while she's kissing and softly pressing her lips across the thing >She seems to decide my hand is in the way >Because she grabs it and softly pulls it off >I'M TRYING TO HELP WOMAN >Door's stuck >PLEASE >I BEG YOU >She returns to doing absolutely nothing but torturing me. >[spoiler]We're dead[/spoiler] >I hint that she should put it IN her mouth >that's how blowjobs work after all. >I figure it would feel better than the kisses >She seems to acknowledge this request and pulls back up again >She puts the tip in your mouth >Now if she had sucked it i woulda said sucked it ,but it's just in her mouth >[spoiler] now about those things you need to make a blowjob actually feel good and not just like your dick is wet[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Number one, Suction. If she's not closing the gap and applying suction, you're going to feel barely anything[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Number Two, friction, Lips, or throat action usually. Absolutely no teeth (unless she really knows what she's doing). Cheeks don't actually count.[/spoiler] >[spoiler] For friction to work, you also tend to need movement[/spoiler] >[spoiler] Number Three, Tongue action. It can make or break a blow, trust me[/spoiler] >Now birthday was doing none of these things >No suction >Her tongue was sitting at the bottom of her mouth >She wasn't taking me very deep at all, really mouthing the top 1/7th or so. >The only thing she was doing right was not biting me >But i did feel a couple scrapes with her upper jaw (which happens sometimes) >Luckily that's usually not that jarring, so i had to give her a little bit of credit. >I decide to try to instruct her to do it better >Remember you can't just tell people they suck at blowjobs. >If they suck, they're atleast doing the right thing. >So i try to hint at various things she can do >Suction, she manages to get a bit of a seal going and i see her lips pucker inwards. >Tongue, She manages a bit of a weak effort at rolling it around the tip, better than nothing. >Lips and movement, She's going back and forth, still not very far but its a start. >Depth, now this one was tough she wasn't taking kindly to my requests to put more of it in her mouth at a time. >I have to practically beg and plead with her to get more of it in her mouth >I wasn't even against begging at this point >It takes her a bit, but eventually she relaxes enough to get about halfway down (a little farther) >It feels much better than when she started. i might be able to enjoy this. >But she pauses >She just doesn't move for a couple seconds >I take my hands and gently press her downwards, trying to get just a little more length inside her mouth >She gets about half an inch further before she gives a cough and i let go >She quickly pulls her mouth up and off, sits up completely. >Horribly confused and distraught look on her face. >"I can't do it, you smell like my dad" >Of course, of course the soap belonged to her dad. >Its like the gift of bad-decisions in bathroom products that keeps giving. >I'm completely done with her, mood fucking ruined >i just walk over to my boxers and pick them up and put them back on >She's sitting there in the middle of the floor >Just sitting on her folded legs, skirt flowing around her, she's still beautifully attractive but i can't handle this. >I'm now hovering next to her, trying to decide what to do. >I end up picking up her panties from next to her and strutting off to the bathroom >I don't bother closing the door, she can watch if she wants >I take a good look at the cloth i hold in my hands, soaking wet spot right in the middle of the crotch. >I drop my boxers, get a firm grasp and start stroking >I take the panties and press them against my face, might as well >The wet spot is cold but it warms up quickly >It smells like a stronger more direct version of the musky sex-smell that was permeating the other room. >The fabric smells like freshly washed socks >The juices smell tart, sour, they have the slightest fruity aroma and a much more overpowering musk like light sweat. >I contemplate how hard i want to bend birthday over and fuck her brains out. >I'm really imagining rough, dirty, kicking, screaming sex. >I pretend she's not resisting, but in my mind she is. >It doesn't take long, i blow a load all over the toilet, because into the water would be too easy. >The imagination is better than the real thing i guess. >I use the crotch of her panties to clean up the mess i've made >Until they get washed, these babies are ruined, smears and trails of various juices across all of them. >Learning from my past mistakes, i'm very thorough, no more bathroom explosions thank-you-kindly. >I turn around to find Birthday standing, leaning against the doorframe and silently watching. >I walk over to her and ask her , out of kindness and not-being-a-jerk more than anything >"Do you want me to get you off?" >Silence for a bit >"No... i'll do it myself" >They weren't really words, it was like an exasperated sigh of defeat >Now she knew what i was feeling >I held out the panties and used my other hand to force her to grab them. >"They're ruined, you won't be able to wear them now..." >I tried to imply a couple things with this sentence, i hope she realized which ones. >I retreat to the bedroom again leaving her holding the cloth limply in her outstretched hand >I'm still watching her out of the corner of my eye when i say >"I'll owe you a Do-over, when we're both ready" >I tried to shift as much blame to myself as i could to make her feel better. >Her hand tightly squeezed around the underwear. >I just put on my sweatpants and leave. >I closed the door behind me >to my surprise, none of the girls were out here eavesdropping >I was fully expecting to have to fight them away from the door to give birthday some privacy >I didn't feel very good about myself leaving her like that, but what else was i supposed to do >She didn't seem to want my involvement at all, it was best to leave her alone to think.... >She was probably going to fap though >I mull this thought with endearment as i tromp off, fully expecting at any corner to be mugged by angry women. >Nobody in the Living Room >Nobody in the Kitchen >I check the guest room >Raven still sleeping peacefully in there, no other girls >I guess they're in birthday's room again >Sure enough, the door is closed >I don't just barge in though, i knock softly three times. >"Come in~" >It was blondie, that was her sing-song voice >But it wasn't her singsong voice >i hadn't even opened the door yet and i was worried. >I open the door >[spoiler]get on the floor[/spoiler] >All three of them are still wearing what i saw them last wearing, i guess that was good. >They all have fake smiles on though >That's not good >Really fake smiles >"Hey there Man of the hour, got plenty of action didn't ya?" >This was glasses, and was punctuated with a wink >What in Loki's name have i walked into. >Blondie and Homely are just staring me down with genuinely terrifying fake smiles. >I'm preparing to start tactically rolling away when Homely asks a question >"You must be tired from all the action you got with us, i hear Glasses got the farthest~" >Nope nope nope nope, i had walked into a trap i knew it >They're trying to get me to reveal information about what happened in each room >I ain't playin this game, i know what they're doing >I avoid answering, but the other two are straight to business >"What did you do with Birthday after you had her all riled up?" - Blondie >"I bet she gave you that bruise on your shoulder" - Glasses >I look down at my shoulder, there is indeed a red spot where i was punched, but no bruise. >I didn't realize she had hit me that hard >I told them the truth >"We attacked one another and fought, neither of us walked away happy" >It was the truth, i was completely sincere >I guess it passed the sincerity test because nobody seemed to question it, but i had to question them next >"What have you girls been talking about in here?" >I try to make it an innocent question >there's no way to make that an innocent question >Blondie obliges and begins spewing information >"Everything!" >W... well that was informative >"Glasses told us all about her kissing techniques, Homely said she got you to go the farthest with her, did you really let her see it!?" >Blondie is saying these things like its some kind of joke >Or like its empty gossip >I mean that's how she's phrasing it >But each word is dripping with jealousy >They've been sitting here lying to one another the entire time about what happened in the bathroom. >I'm not playing this game, i can't win >I say one word "Spoilers" >That's all they're getting, if they want to start a fire under one another that's not my problem >Even though it is my problem, im pretending its not >I walk across the room and just plop down on the bed >My back hurts and i've been hiding it for ages now, i just let out a groan and try to prop myself up on a pillow against the headboard and the wall. >The girls watch me for a bit >I'm very comfy and i just stare back >They try asking various questions >I'm just silent >I'm just staring >It's like we're playing a staring contest. >Eventually they decide they're losing, or they don't want to play anymore and decide to watch TV >They were right, i was staring at barely clothed teenage tits the entire time. >When they turn around to watch TV sitting on the bed, i don't have anything fun to stare at anymore. >That's boring >I try to pay attention to what's on the TV but i just can't be bothered >My eyes get heavy and i close them for just a second >They're closed much longer than a second as i drift asleep.