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Thanks Nifty for providing us all with a resource for being able to spill our nut! Please donate to Nifty if you can! They're doing this for all of us! ------------------------------------------ This story is a spin-off of Back To The Stuy (in Adult Friends), and takes place when the main character, Ish, is learning how to be a proud slut. The first few chapters are cutesy, and not much sex... But damn the dude a lil slut.
There's no sex in this chapter, but it's very important to the storyline.
Ish is about to be 18, and is graduating from high school in a few days ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 3
"What's this I hear about you dating that asshole's cousin?" I heard Sean's voice behind me.
I had just put my mother's lasagna in the oven to heat up for dinner, after coming home from my Monday evening therapy appointment. After telling my therapist about the date, and how I kept internally debating whether or not this was a good idea, I just wanted to gorge out on some good food before calling it an early night after a long day of exams before pouring my heart out. When I turned around, I saw my pseudo big brother standing straight with his arms crossed and an angry expression on his face. He was waiting for an answer.
"It was just one date," I spoke as I went to the cupboard to grab two glasses. "We're not dating yet."
"Yet?!" he cried out. "So you're thinking of going out with him again?!"
"I might," I shrugged, making my way to the fridge to grab the mango juice my Dad made for Sunday dinner. "He's really nice, and we had a good time."
"He's still his cousin," he retorted.
"I know," I handed him a glass of juice. "But that doesn't mean that he's the same as him."
"They're best friends," he said after drinking a gulp. "Everyone at school knows who he is because his cousin is a dick."
"Just because his cousin is a bad person, doesn't mean that he should be a pariah."
"Still using those SAT words, huh?" he smirked. "Talk normal, dick breath."
"Don't be jealous of your frat bros," I joked. Sean and I were used to each other's crass sense of humor by now.
"Seriously though! You couldn't find anyone else to date?!" He finally sat down on one of the stools in front of the island. "I know at least four dudes from the house that would LOVE a chance to actually go out with you. Good dudes who have been vetted."
"You know I wouldn't date any of your frat bros," I responded. "No matter how `vetted' they are."
"Why not? It's not like I'd have any issue with seeing my lil bro happy. And the guys would probably be just as happy for you. Those dudes love you and Cor."
"That's exactly why," I told him. "Those guys know me, they've already promised me a spot for when I pledge in the fall. I don't want to date someone so close, only for shit to blow up in my face if things don't work out."
"It won't."
"Oh? What about Psi Theta Psi? The presidents of their chapter, and the D-Kaps won't even allow their members to date each other after their break up. They threatened to remove pins!"
"How'd you know about that?" He seemed surprised that I knew this.
"You overhear a lot when you're on your knees on the back porch," I took a gulp of my juice. "Look, I appreciate you looking out for me. I love that you always have; but my big brother isn't always gonna be around, and I have to learn how to make my own decisions. And to be okay with the repercussions of them."
"You're really growing up, huh?" He smiled a bit, I think he was proud?
"If you guys would actually let me," I sighed.
"I'll make you a deal," I didn't respond, waiting to hear his proposal. "You tell me how the date went over dinner. If there's any red flags I don't want to hear his name again; if he sounds cool, I'll back off. Not much, but enough to give you space."
"You just want some of Mum's lasagna," I rolled my eyes.
"It smells soooo good!" He rubbed his belly... Correction: abs!
I explained everything to Sean, from us bumping into each other, to us kissing when Kal dropped me off. I told him how Kal seemed shocked to find out everything, as though Ravi never told him; and even went into detail regarding Kal's intent to ask me out showed no ulterior motive. Sean seemed as though he was actually paying attention while scarfing down a huge helping of the lasagna. When we'd finished eating, and I finished telling the story, he asked me one question. "Does he know that you're a slut?" I couldn't tell if he was joking, or being genuine.
"I mean, he knows I've hooked up with your frat bros, and about my reputation at school. I didn't make any effort to hide it. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Because, if he treats you any differently because of that, then there's a red flag," he spoke plainly. "Did he pressure you to have sex on your date?"
"We flirted. Talked about it. But he kept his hands to himself for the most part. I think he was waiting for me to make the move. Or maybe wary cuz of me telling him what actually went down."
"That's a good thing. Maybe he's not like his cousin," he seemed to be coming around.
"I honestly think he's a good guy."
"We'll see," he stood to grab our plates and put them in the kitchen sink. "I'll let him live, for now. But if I find out that he even said the wrong thing to you -"
"I know. I know. You and the bros will bury him alive," I finished his sentence.
"And that'll be letting him off easily," he then looked at his watch. "Gotta go lil dude. Meeting the boys for a night out."
"It's Monday! Who goes out on a Monday?!"
"It's karaoke night. Perfect place to see how strong a girl's lungs are, if you know what I mean."
"You're so gross," I commented; yet, oddly proud of how much of a fuckboy he was.
"That's cute, coming from Sticky Knees," he referred to the night my knees stuck to the floor of the basement during a naughty adventure at the frat house.
Truth be told, Sean had no problem getting girls to like him. Sure, it helped that he was very easy on the eyes. He's 6ft tall, has a Mediterranean tan, the same green eyes as Cory, a former lacrosse player's body with washboard abs, and short brown hair; ya know... the cliche of being a mainstream wet dream (emphasis on the cliche). He was also really sweet, and a total gentleman when he wanted to be. In high school all of the girls wanted to date him, but he always stuck with his ex from 10th grade until graduation. After that, he spent the last two years dating multiple girls, never committing to any of them; he'd take them on dates, hold the door for them, eat them out to the point where I could hear screams/moans coming from across the street, then send them on their way. Part of me aimed to be that good of a player, to effortlessly ooze the swagger and drip that he always did; but we were two different players in two different arenas. I'm just glad that he always made a point to make sure that his favorite little slut of a brother was okay.
"I'll see you on Sunday for dinner, if not sooner." He gave me a hug, then walked out of the front door towards his house.
************ During my session that day, my therapist told me to trust my judgment; even though it had let me down in the past. She also made it clear that it's a good thing that both Kal and I were as vulnerable as we were with each other on our date. Apparently it showed that there was a level of emotional maturity that was uncommon for guys our age. Taking those things into account, I decided to trust my judgment by initiating a conversation with him.
ISH: ARE YOU BUSY? KAL: NAH. JUST BEING LAZY NOW THAT SCHOOL IS OUT. ISH: LUCKY BITCH! WE'VE GOT ONE MORE WEEK! KAL: CALLING ME YOUR BITCH ALREADY?! SO SOON :P ISH: CALM DOWN, DICK BREATH. ISH: CAN YOU COME OVER? WANNA TALK FOR A BIT. KAL: HOW'D YOU FIND OUT MY NICKNAME?! HAHA. I'LL BE THERE IN TWENTY. COOL? ISH: PERFECT. SEE YOU SOON. KAL: <3
Twenty minutes later Kal was standing at my doorway wearing a pullover hoodie, gym shorts, and running shoes with no socks. I know that it was a pretty lowkey outfit, but it looked so good on him. I wanted to fuck him while he was wearing it, right there in the doorway, but opted for a quick hug before leading him into the living room. I watched as he walked towards the fireplace to look at the pictures on the mantle. I heard him laugh when he stopped at a picture of me, Cory, and Sean in our middle school football uniforms.
"I didn't know you played football," he turned to me.
"I don't. That was just something our mothers thought we could do together," I explained.
"That's cute. You guys looked really happy there."
"I sucked at football, but was always happiest when with those two."
"Who's the other guy?" he asked, making me realize that he didn't know who Sean was.
"That's Sean," I answered him. "He's the big brother around here. You've probably seen him at school before. He's a Kappa."
"He goes to my school?" He looked at the next photo, more recent, of the three of us. "Wait. Is he one of the fraternity guys that beat up Ravi?" I hated hearing his name, but tried not to make a visible reaction.
"Yeah. The dude is very protective of me and Cory. Since we were kids."
"Remind me not to get on his bad side," he chucked as I sat on the couch facing the essentially decorative fireplace. "So what'd ya want to talk about?" he asked, as he sat on the opposite end.
"I'm a slut!" I blurted out, not thinking of how to approach the conversation. His face lit up, and we both started laughing uncontrollably.
"I already knew that," he offered after we calmed down. "You weren't exactly trying to hide that the other day. And ya know... Word gets around at school."
"Oh? What are they saying?"
"There's talk about the Kappas having a high school senior that comes by on a weekly basis. Apparently, he lets them use his mouth however they want, and there's something about a game day rule for the athletes." His eyebrow raised as he smirked. "No name has ever been said, but apparently he's over 18, so there's no big deal."
"I'm actually turning 18 next Friday, but that's our lil secret," I winked at him.
"Do the guys at the fraternity know?"
"Yeah, Sean made it clear that they had to be respectful. They're pretty good guys to be honest." I answered.
"And the game day rumor?" I swear I saw his ears twitch, waiting to hear my response.
"Only the athletes in the house and their team captains are allowed to use me that day after the game. Win or lose, I help them relax."
"Look at you! Being a team player!" he laughed. "Nobody can ever doubt your dedication to school spirit."
"Hey. It helped me secure a spot for next year."
"Really?! That's awesome. That means you'll be going to the same school as me next year."
"Yep. Got my acceptance letter in April."
"Is that what you wanted to talk about? Worried I'd have an issue with you going to the same school if we don't work out?"
"Oh shit!" Great! Another conundrum for me to worry about. "I hadn't even thought of that!"
"Then what did you want to discuss?" He looked a bit confused.
"You think you could date someone with a reputation like mine? Not many people could."
"I'm not many people," he stated directly. "I'm one person. Your reputation, or past, don't bother me. I've been hearing those rumors for months, and knew that it was you. And I still wanted to ask you out. Not to fuck you - before you ask - but because I actually like you. You're too cute not to like." He was making me blush again. It felt good to feel wanted for more than a quick fuck. "Besides, I'm the last person to judge another slut."
"Another slut?" Who was he talking about? "How many sluts have you dated?!"
"You're the first, if we're actually dating, that is," he responded. "I was talking about me. Remember when I told you I was `very naughty' after realizing I liked dudes?"
"After the awakening bro-job? I remember," I giggled to myself.
"I meant it. I lost count of how many guys I fucked or got fucked by before and after I dated Simran. And while there were DEFINITELY some bad ones in there, I don't regret it."
"So you never cheated on her?"
"Didn't seem fair to," he said. "But at the same time, it wasn't fair to me either."
"Would you cheat on me?" I felt insecure asking that; I also felt like an imposter because I know I wouldn't only be fucking him.
"Let's put it this way," he scooted closer to me, then placed his hand on my knee. "I like you, a lot. But neither of us seem to have good monogamous relationships."
"You're not wrong," the three guys I've dated, ended up being bad choices; each worse than the last.
"So why don't we just promise to be honest with each other?" he queried. "I already know that you love being on your knees - with consent," he made sure to add that in while squeezing my knee. "And I can't seem to stop falling on my back." We both chuckled at this. "But I also can't seem to keep you out of my mind. Since that first kiss, you're constantly popping in my head."
"Same. Even during my exam today, I thought of you. It felt good kissing you."
"So," he scooted even closer. "How about the two sluts that we are, try seeing where this goes? I'll promise to always tell you about who I fuck going forward, as long as you do the same."
"This sounds almost too good to be true," I doubt a bit. "I really like you though. I know I shouldn't, but I do."
"I know babe, but let's see what happens." He planted a soft kiss on my lips. "What do ya think?" he asked, before I pulled him in for another, much longer, kiss.
We started making out ferociously. As much as we both wanted to seem like we weren't horny, that we were focused on our conversation, the animalistic nature took over. Our tongues danced around each other as we explored the other's mouth. Hands were rubbing all over each other's bodies until he was on top of me, grinding our covered dicks. His ass felt firm as I squeezed it, making me wonder how often he worked out. The feeling of his body on top of mine felt right. Comforting, even; as I knew that I wanted to be inside of him.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked him as we pulled apart.
"More than," he winked at me.
When the front door opened, we both turned to see Cory storming in. He looked annoyed as he closed the door behind him before making his way over to the couch, sitting between me and Kal. Even though there was a sofa, and recliner, he opted to be a cock block.
"Sean brought a girl home," Cory huffed. "I heard them over my headphones when I was studying."
"So you decided to come here to prevent even more noise?" I glared at him, he then turned to Kal. Slightly jumping upon seeing him.
"Oh shit! Sorry dude, didn't even see you," he said before turning back to me. "My bad. I just need some peace and quiet before the exam tomorrow." I knew he had a calculus exam in the morning, thankfully I'd already taken mine earlier in the day.
"You can use my room," I told him. "My notes are still on the desk if you wanna look `em over."
"Thank you! Thank you!" He pulled me in for an annoying side hug and a wet kiss on my cheek. "You're a lifesaver!" He stood up to leave, then turned around to look at the third person in the room. "You're Kal, aren't you?"
"Yea, I am," he extended his hand, which Cory received for a handshake. "Nice to actually meet you."
"If you hurt him, I'll gut you like a fish, and have fun doing it." He let go of Kal's hand, then changed his facial expression from a glare to a psychotic smile. "Nice to meet you too."
"Please go, you weirdo," I shooed him away. "I'll see you in bed."
"You've been warned," he continued smiling, then walked up the stairs towards my bedroom.
"Ignore him," I said to Kal. "He and Sean are a little too protective after what happened... And have always been crazy."
"It's okay, I get it." Kal placed his hand on my forearm. "I think it's a good thing that they love you as much as they do. Besides, I'm already feeling a bit protective after you told me on Saturday. Can't even look at him the same."
"I'm sorry," I looked down. Is this victim blaming? I know it's not my fault, but I also know that family dynamics are weird for everyone.
"It's not your fault, you know that right?" I nodded, I could feel him looking at me. "Don't be surprised if you hear that he has a black eye. I couldn't help myself."
"Wait! What?!" I looked at him. "What happened?"
"After I dropped you off, I picked him up from work at the restaurant. I didn't want to, but my Mum couldn't because I had the car and the bus ride is over an hour on weekends. When we got home, I asked him about it. I needed to hear him admit it." He paused, I could tell that this was bothering him. "He said that you were a whore who kept asking for it, and that Sean overreacted. I told him that it didn't make sense, otherwise he would've at least gone to campus police to report the assault. That's when he admitted to the recording. But he kept blaming you. Saying that you wanted to be treated that way. I then asked how he'd feel if someone treated me like that, he seemed surprised. He still thought that I was straight. When I told him that I went out with you he said `you disgusting faggots deserve each other'. That's when I lost it, and punched him."
"Holy fuck!" was my reaction.
"Next thing I know, my other cousin, Karsh, was separating us. I barely remember anything between the punch and Karsh coming in."
"What happened afterwards?" I asked him.
"When Karsh asked why we were fighting, I had to come clean about being into guys. I didn't tell him about what happened with you, but did say that Ravi called me and my boyfriend faggots."
"So I'm your boyfriend now?" I quipped.
"A bit presumptuous, I know. But you're totally into me," he winked.
"You're a cocky mother fucker after a fight."
"Oh, I'm very cocky." He stuck out his tongue. "After that, Karsh made him sleep on the couch, that's where he's been for the past two nights. I can't even look at him, and refuse to talk to him."
"I'm so sorry you're dealing with this," I apologized again. "If I'd kept my mouth shut -"
"It'd still be true, and no one would know. At least this way, he knows that I know. And it's up to him to tell Karsh." He wasn't wrong. "Besides, I wouldn't have been able to predict the future if you hadn't told me. Future boyfriend." He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"You wanna stay the night?" That didn't come out how I meant it.
"We've just started dating. I'm sure your parents will have questions."
"They'd have to be here to have them."
"And your friend is in your room," he pointed out.
"Wait! Did you think I meant sleeping together?!" I've gotta get better at thinking before I speak. "I meant, do you want to sleep in the guest room? Ya know, so you can get away from him for the night? I'm a slut, but I've never let a dude spend the night. That's true boyfriend territory." We both laughed.
"Do you have exams tomorrow?"
"Nope. Took my last two today. Just have to turn in two papers tomorrow morning, then clean out my locker."
"What time are you getting up?"
"Probably 8am. Gotta have Cory there by 9 for his exams."
"Sure," he shrugged. "I could use a quiet night. Just wake me when you get up."
"Politely, or with morning head?" I flirted.
"Politely give me morning head, duh!"
TO BE CONTINUED ------------------------------------------
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