>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.