11 comments/ 12838 views/ 1 favorites A Real-Life Choose Your Path! By: sara_adrift Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently going on in my life. You can vote by either posting your choice in the comment section below or by PMing me. I'll wait a few days, tally the vote, and go with whatever the majority says I should do. This is scary as hell for me, but I need some adventure in my life and a girl should be willing to scare herself every now and then, right? By the way, all of this came from a conversation with my best friend late one night last week. Alcohol may have been a factor! First, let me introduce myself, the main character of your very own tale. I'm five-two, alllmoossttt five-three, and weigh one hundred & twelve pounds; my tits are exactly between a B & C cup, and I wear a size 6 shoe. My dad is a full-blooded scot, my mom is filipino; physically I take after my mom, but as far as temperment, I'm my dad all the way. My hair falls to my shoulder blades, when its not crammed into my scully, and right now I'm happier with my bangs than I've ever been. You might not care, but that's quite an achievement for me. I don't really have a 'style' when it comes to what I wear. Some days, it's definitely skater-punk. Friday I wore a Catholic school girl outfit complete with pigtails just cause I felt like dressing slutty. Other days, I go prep, or scene, or whatever the hell I feel like, but typically, it's my favorite pair of Chucks, faded blue jeans and a tee from whatever band I'm diggin at the moment. During the spring and summer I usually switch to skirts and sandals b/c getting a cool breeze on the thighs is where it's at when you're sweating. I like music, all kinds and all the time, but then, who doesn't? I play roleplaying games. Get that mental image I just conjured out of your head...I don't look like her. Or her. Ok, forget I mentioned it. I read, a lot. When I say a lot I mean like a book a week. No, I haven't read Twilight. Vampires should be like the ones from 28 Days of Night or Dusk Till Dawn, don't you think? Where do I sign up to drink Tequila off of Salma Hayck's leg? I also like to skate[board] and go sneaking around in old, abandoned buildings in the wee hours of the night. I will kick your ass at Halo. My most precious possession is not my mp3 player, or my Chucks, but my fake ID. I love it. It brings me more joy and happiness than Santa Claus & Halloween and any boy ever. It gives me a tiny little window into the world of the over-21 crowd. Here's a little insight to my family" My fake ID was a gift to me from my aunt on my sixteenth birthday, with the blessing of my dad. That's how we roll in my house. I guess since this is a porn site I have to give up the goods as far as my 'history'. Like the girl from Juno, I think the term 'Sexual Active' is retarded and inaccurate. It didn't just come on one day like a switch. I'm not a virgin, but I can count the guys I've been with on one hand and have fingers to spare. I watched a porn flick when I was a kid and was bored to death. I watched another not too long ago and again found it boring and kinda freaky. I'd rather watch golf, which says a lot, and I never, ever, want to see a guy in real life who has a shaved nutsack. That's gross. I do like balls though, not in the 'gee, I wonder what that would taste like in my mouth' but in the 'when they are in my hand you are going to do whatever the hell I say' kinda way. I think balls are God's way of leveling the playing field, so to speak. I like giving head, too. I didn't think I would, and the porn flick did nothing to improve my opinion of the act, but now that I've done it a couple of times I'm really starting to dig it. Sex is great too, but I quickly discovered that most guys my age are just to damn quick to come. Seriously, does that improve with age or something? My internal dialogue while giving head went exactly like this" 1st time" this has got to be the worst decision I've ever made in my life. Worse than then time I OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE JUST DO IN MY MOUTH!!! 2nd time" Meh. 3rd time" I wonder what's on Cartoon Network? 4th time" Ya know, this ain't so bad. 5th time" C'mere bitch, yer mine. When giving head, I like to be on my knees. Kinda degrading I know, but then the entire act can be somewhat degrading, so I figure why not just go with it, right? Here's a neat fact. Last summer I got a concussion while skateboarding (where your helmet, kiddies!). Now, about once every two weeks or so, I get these migraines that make my brain melt and leak out through my ears. Seriously, it hurts so bad sometimes I puke. That's not the neat part. The neat part is that now, apparently (I'm self-diagnosed, so I'm guessing), I 'suffer' from a mild form of PSAS (persistent sexual arousal syndrome). I know some girls say that it has ruined their life, but not me, at least not yet. Don't get me wrong, when you are trying to take a test or watch a movie it can get annoying, but once you figure it out you can control it a little better, it's not so bad. For those of you not in the know, PSAS causes a chick to have orgasms that she can't control. So if the chair I am sitting in starts to vibrate (even a little bit) I'll start to get aroused and have an O, or if someone tickles me, or sometimes even if my underwear starts to rub me down there I'll have one. Riding a bike is impossible so I had to sell mine, which really, really sucked. Unless I take care of it, I'm pretty much wet all the time, which means that I keep the pantyliner and feminine wipes industry in business. 'Taking care of it' means masturbating, a lot. Every morning, sometimes during school, especially before a test or something were I really need to concentrate, and right before I go to sleep. I've gotten really good at getting myself off in a hurry...less than a minute usually. What's really weird is when I'm with a guy, it takes me just as long to come as it did before. I don't know why I'm that way, or if there are some drugs I can take or something to stop it, but right now it's not a big enough deal for me to worry about. I currently am a junior at a Public Institute of Education named after some dude from the civil war, or PIE for short. My PIE is pretty typical of all the PIEs scattered throughout the country, which means that it is a wretched hive of scum and villainy (those who name the quote get an extra Vote!). Here is where I introduce the next two characters in your Choose Your Path. One of these two guys I will attempt to have sex with, and you are going to pick. Let's introduce guy number one. Let's call him Dillon. He looks kinda like a young Mark Walberg. Dillon is a senior here at PIE, he is funny, popular, handsome, in that angry jock kinda way that makes most of the chicks hot for him but I seem to be completely oblivious to. For this reason more than any other, I think, Dillon has decided that he must mate with me no matter what the cost. I know it would just be trophy sex for him, but I'm a big girl and know how to play that game. Dillon has the IQ of a termite, unfortunately, and I'm thinking he has the lovin' skills of one too, but a girlfriend of mine tells me he's got a really big dick. For some reason she seems to think that this makes him better at sex, but I would guess that it probably just means I'd get impaled by a really large dong and be sore after. Remember, I'm only five-two. Then there's guy number two. We'll call him Mr.Z. As the name implies, Mr.Z is quite a bit older than me. Mr.Z is an employee here at PIE. I'll leave his job description blank, but I'm sure you have the imagination to fill in the relevant details. Mr. Z is a very sharp cookie. Well, sort of. Ok, he is smart, but I think, like most men, his penis has launched a surprise override attack on his better judgment because he has decided that he wants to give it a go with me. At least I think he does. There is some flirting going on, very subtle and indirect, not sleazy or creepy at all. He is very good at picking up on my moods and getting a laugh out of me even when I don't want too. Mr.Z is definitely good looking, if you like older guys, that is. Not that he's old, I'm not talking about a geezer here or anything. He's in his late thirties, and he's single, which is important. I won't do a married man. So that's about it. Do you want me to go after Dillon and his Super Dong and killer smile? Or should I pursue Mr. Z with his sharp wit and experience? I'll let you decide. Cast your vote in the comment section below, or if you want you can PM me your vote. Please note your gender with a little m/f at the end. I'll explain why later, but if you want your vote to count you'd better do it. After a few days I'll tally the vote and announce the outcome on the forum. After that, I'll go with the decision you guys make. As the story progresses I'll post additional chapters of the story, filling you in on what has happened so far. When another fork in the road appears, I'll give you another choice, and so on. If you have any questions at all, PM me, and I'll answer them for you. Oh, one last thing before I go. I'm not a lesbian, but I gave a girl her very first orgasm not too long ago. Here's the tricky part" I didn't touch her, and I was on the other side of the room when it happened. If you can figure out how I did it, I'll give you all the juicy details in the next chapter! Good Luck! Sara A Real-Life Choose Your Path! Ch. 02 It's been a week since the first chapter of my real life Choose Your Path journal posted on Lit, and about a week before that since I wrote it. A lot has happened in the meantime. Hullo, and welcome to the second chapter of my autobiographical Choose Your Path story. (To read chapter 1, please go here.) The vote tally from Chapter Once pretty heavily favored MrZ...6 votes, all male. One vote was cast for Dillon...also by a guy. Interestingly, the only female to post a comment chose neither. I wanted to see if the vote would split down gender lines, but with only one girl voting, that didn't work out so well. Maybe this time! So, the vote is in, MrZ it is. Poor Dillon, he was so cute...so clueless. I was nicer than usual to him these past two weeks, which is just another way of saying I wasn't mean. He thought he was getting somewhere I think. Don't fret about Dillon though, there are plenty of cheerleaders around here more than willing to do the leg-wrap around his face, so he'll forget about me soon enough, if he ever thought about me at all. *** If you're new to this story, the main idea is this: at specific points in this 'story', I will offer you, the literotica reader, a chance to vote on the path I take in my own sex life. Yes, this is real life, not made up fiction. Why am I doing this? Because I want too. Because I'm a coward at heart and will always, always choose the safest road, and I want to have an adventure. If I really didn't want to do it, I wouldn't, but right now, this is the most exciting thing I've ever done, so I'm enjoying myself! There is one um...caveat I think I need to put out there for you guys: Like I said, this is real life. I can't exactly promise you that this will actually go anywhere, and even if it does, I can't say how long it will take. I'm not exactly going to rush myself. So things aren't going to go according to a script or outline 'cuz there isn't one. So while you get to read about my little journey of sexual discovery, things might not work out the way you'd like. I guess that's the risk we're all gonna hafta take. Moving on... Right now the erotic side of my life is divided into two parts. One part involves MrZ, so I'll fill you in on that first, then I'll tell you about a couple of new 'characters' that have moved onto the scene. *** MrZ MrZ teaches literature. It's easily my favorite class. I'd look forward to it every day even if I wasn't crushing on my professor. I've realized over the last couple of weeks that totally I dig the older guys. Not ancient like Sean Connery or OLD like George Clooney...just older. But flirting has never been easy for me; add the stress of flirting with a professor and it jumps from 'causes mild anxiety' to 'holy friggin crap' impossible. By the time Chapter One got approved here on Lit, I was pretty sure MrZ was interested, at least a little. Twice I caught him staring at me in class. Not the psycho 'I'm gonna rape you in the parking lot' stare, but the kind of look that makes your neck tingle and the palms of your hands go cold and sweaty. Then there are the compliments, nothing too overt or anything, just subtle little comments about my outfit that would mean nothing except for the look that goes with them. I had to take it to the next level. MrZ would never move beyond the timid flirt unless I gave him the yellow light to proceed with caution, and I quickly learned that I just didn't have the courage to do that face to face. I had to move it to a place I felt comfortable...I had to go virtual. The opportunity came when he told the class we had to do this report on morally ambiguous characters as plot devices. After class I asked him if I could get his cell number in case I had any questions about the report. It was a weak reason, but the best I could do. Sure enough, he was only too happy to oblige, so while he was standing there and the rest of the students were filing out of the room I thumbed in his number and dialed it, so he would have mine, too. I could tell he was nervous...he kept glancing up at the other kids as they left. If some dude had asked for his number, or some other girl he wasn't interested in had, he wouldn't have cared one bit, so I knew he was into me. I waited a couple of nights to see if he was going to take the initiative and call or text me, but he didn't. I knew I had to up stakes a little bit, but I didn't want to do anything that anyone else in class would notice, because that would just scare him off and ruin the whole thing. So the next day I wore a short skirt with a pair of bright red and pink undies underneath. I got to class early and sat right up front. The rest was easy, but my heart was thumping in my chest so loud I could feel it in my ears. I waited until we started our assignment and he sat back down at his desk, which was directly in front of my seat. I slid down in my seat just enough to give him a better view and let my legs part...not a lot, just enough so it wouldn't be obvious to anyone else. Then I put it out of my mind and went back to my assignment. A minute or so later I stopped writing and looked up just with my eyes so he wouldn't see my head tilt his way. Sure enough, he had completely stopped whatever he was doing and was blatantly staring! Instantly I felt myself flush. I had to resist the natural reaction to snap my legs shut, and just held them there until he finally realized he'd been busted and looked right up at me. He looked away so fast it was almost comical, and turned bright red. I almost started to giggle and had to cover it by faking a cough. But as I watched him stare at my open legs beneath the desk top, I saw desire in his eyes. He was looking because he wanted me, and that was one of the biggest turn-ons of my life. It instantly triggered a PSAS attack, and I had excuse myself so I could take care of that privately... When class was over I walked up to him and made conversation. He stammered and blushed, and then complimented me on my shoes. I don't know if it was just nerves or if he thought I was angry or what, but it was totally sweet and I could feel that familiar beating in my chest. I didn't want to wait to long after that to talk to him, so that night I texted him on the pretext of asking him about the report. Here's the actual chat, typos and all, please be kind!. I changed his name, of course, to protect the innocent, but everything else is the real deal. me: hey Mr.Z is it too late to ask you a question? [It took like an hour for him to respond...I thought he wasn't going too] MrZ: Hey Sara! No, it's not too late. Whtcha need? me: Oh, good, I thought you old guys went to bed at like 8 :) MrZ: HaHa. Only when we've been up late the nite b4 looking 4 our dentures. me: Hehe. And here I thought they were real. [After that we talked about the report & we got into a tiff about what is and isn't literature...I wanna use Black Company's characters and he doesn't want me too, boring stuff for you I'm sure :) So toward the end I turned it up a notch...] me: so, do ya really like my shoes or do you just say that to all the gals? [cliche, I know, but I was tired!!!] MrZ: Yes, I do, and no, I don't. I've always thought you have a cool sense of style. me: hmm...so is it just the shoes or do you have an opinion about the rest of my outfit? [there was a long pause here...like ten minutes. I started to fret and stuff] MrZ: No...I think you're a cool dresser, you don't follow fads like most of the students. me: Do ya have a fav? MrZ: I think everything you wear looks great. me: LAME MrZ: Not going to let me off the hook so easily? me: Nope [another long pause] MrZ: I think what you wore today was, um, cool. me: Well you gotta pick another, I can't wear that again this week. MrZ: Oh I get it. me: It's about time:) Well? MrZ: I really shouldn't tell you what to wear. me: hehe, o cmon MrZ, you're not tellin me what to wear, you're just helpin me pick out my outfit. Ya know I need allz the help I can get. MrZ: Other folks might no see it that way, though. me: who's gonna no?I promise I won't tell a soul...not even my best friend. Promise. Please!! MrZ: Well, ok. U wore this outfit a couple of weeks ago, a gray skirt with purple & black stockings. You had a black tshirt with a cool jacket, and your black boots. me: my Docs? MrZ: Yeah. me: hair up or down? MrZ: Down. me: ok! thanks MrZ! You made my morning that much easier! Now I don't even hafta think about it! MrZ: hehe...anytime. me: o you said it now! gnite! MrZ: Good night, Sara Not much, I know, but it was a start. The next day I wore the outfit, just like he wanted me too. He couldn't stop looking over at me, and I think maybe he got nervous that some of the students might notice, so he didn't say anything that day or the next. That was on a Friday. That night, very late, I finally got a text from him... MrZ: stll awake? me: Oh my! You're the last person I thought I'd get a txt from in the wee hours of the mornin MrZ: i almost didnt text you. arent you up past your bedtime young ldy? me: HA! I don' have a bedtime MrZ. me: wat happnd, did your gf let you sty up afer watchin the late late show? [I know he's not married, but I wanted to make sure he didn't have a girlfriend or anything before I took it further. He also tells me that I don't have to call him Mr.HisRealLastName but I can call him by his first name when we're not at school, but to protect his identity I'm gonna keep referring to him as MrZ] MrZ: hehe...no, unfortntly i don't have a gf right now, so i dont have anyone to send me to bed on time. MrZ: your outfit looked great today, btw. me: aww..thanks! Do you need me to come over and make sure you go to bed on time? [I couldn't resist that one...too easy!] MrZ: Sara, i didn't know you were so cncerned with my welfare! Im flattered! me: that hurts, MrZ ya knw I care! me: Ok, I really just wanna get outta the house. I'm bored! MrZ: Ahh, the trth comes out. j/k. MrZ: That's ok, sara, i dont mind being a vehicle to alleviate your boredom me: Good, you shouldn't. You should consider yourself lucky. MrZ: i do, but why, specifically? me: Welllll you're the only teacher that gets to help pick my outfit for one. MrZ: and it looked great on you, 2 me: plus since you seem to not realize how dang cute you are it makes talkin to ya that much more fun. me: thanks! MrZ: Thanks, sara, that means alot, especially comin frm you. Just plz dont say that arnd anyone me: oh gosh take a chill MrZ, I'm not a blabbermouth!!! Do ya actually think i'm gonna say something to my gfs? MrZ: Sorry, sara, its just that i really shouldnt even do this. i could get into a lot of trouble jst talkin to you outside of school me: not a word, MrZ. Promise. So why do you talk to me if it could get ya into so much trouble? MrZ: I was afraid youd ask that.... me: Well??? Don't think for a sex i'm gonna let you off the hook so easily! me: er...sec...hehehe MrZ: hmmm...why do you talk to me when you could talk to any guy in school? me: No dice, I asked you first! [it took him awhile before he wrote me back, I think I had him sweatin a bit!] MrZ: well, for 1 you are vry cool, and youre open and not judgmental, youre always nice to everyone, and you dont treat me like im just your english teacher. me: Thanks! Are those the only reasons? me: Why do you say I could talk to any guy in school...which is so not true btw... MrZ: You dont let anything slide, do you? me: Nope! MrZ: Ok...you got me...youre also the prettiest girl in school. thats why you could talk to any guy in school. you can have your pick [He is BLIND] me: Aww...you think I'm pretty MrZ? MrZ: Of course i do. liek I said, I think youre the prettiest girl in school. me: Now you're makin me blush...flattery will get you everywhere. MrZ: is that so? me: depends on where you want to go... me: you do want to go somewhere, don't you MrZ? MrZ: i'd be lying if i said otherwise me: question... MrZ: Yes? me: What would happen if someone...say the principle, got ahold of this convo? MrZ: *sigh* should i save myself the trouble and turn in my resignation monday? me: Don't be silly, MrZ, I'm not that cruel, I just wantcha to know I have you by the balls now :) MrZ: im...i'm speechless me: Good! Now, what am I wearing Monday? MrZ: sara, you have to promise me you won't do anything like that. seriously, i could get into big trouble. me: MrZ! I'll pinky promise Monday at school if it makes you feel better. As long as you're nice to me I would never do anything like that. MrZ: As long as i'm nice? me: yup. so...Monday? MrZ: you could wear that skirt you wore thursday. me: should I plan on sitting up front again? MrZ: you....that wasn't an accident, was it? me: MrZ, I know how to sit :) me: you were sooo busted, but sooo cute about it at the same time. MrZ: i think you are the coolest girl i have ever met! me: Thanks! i'm hittin the sack, g'nite MrZ! Talk to ya later! MrZ: goodnite, sara! We didn't talk for the rest of the weekend. Monday and Tuesday were busy days for both of us, so even though I got a look and a compliment when I walked in with the skirt on Monday, we haven't really had much time to flirt or chat. I hope to change that later in the week, but we'll see. I'd like to say there's more to it than this right now, but hey, that's life! In chapter three I'll give you all the juicy details, and maybe have a new choice for you to vote on, till then, this will have to do! *** Taylor Let's move on to a saucier subject, my bf, who we'll call Taylor. Taylor is my age. She's a full blooded Scot, like my dad: the light hair, the rosy cheeks, the pale skin, the fiery temper, the works. As I mentioned in the first chapter, I gave Taylor her very first orgasm. Here's the story: Taylor's mom has this totally sweet collection of old vinyl records from when she was in high school back in the day. Taylor has 'inherited' most of the collection, but we've always suspected that she's kept her best stuff hidden from us girls. The weekend before it happened, we were rooting through her closet looking for them while she was out. We didn't find the records, but we did find this curious pink box. Inside was this little remote controlled thingie that turned out to be a vibrator. Both of us had a huge laugh about it and put it back. It looked to me like her mom never even used it. I didn't give it another thought, until the next time I slept over. It was late, and we were huddled up in her room talking about boys, which led to talking about sex, which naturally led to the conversation about her never having an orgasm. "Never?" I asked. "Never," she replied. Not in a dream, not by herself, never ever had the big O. Taylor is really shy, and very self conscious and not at all comfortable with her body, even though she's gorgeous. She tried to do it herself, but she just couldn't. I had the same problem before I got my psas, so I totally understood where she was coming from. then she hits me with the big surprise. That day, before her mom got home from work, Taylor went and got the vib from her closet and hid it in her room. She had tried to use it earlier but chickened out. She wanted me to do it for her. So I did. She went to the bathroom to put the thing on. I turned the lights off and sat on the floor of her room. She came in a few minutes later and got in bed. We never said a word. I turned it on and after a few minutes I could hear her breathing from where I was. I couldn't see anything, but the sound of her was totally hot. It was almost better, being in the dark, I think. A few more minutes passed, just me and her, and then I could here the sound of the bed as she starting moving, then everything got very tense and still and I heard her suck her breath in. After that I heard her moving around and she took it off and went to the bathroom. I rolled over and went to sleep. We never said a thing about the next day or any time after that. Neither one of us considers ourselves to be bi or lesbian, but I guess you can say we are curious about it. I talked to a couple of the guys from Lit about it to get their advice. One said that the next time I get myself off, I should think about her. If it is a turn off, I'm not bi, and I should probably just drop it. The other said I should masturbate in the bed with her while she's falling asleep to see if it's a turn on for me. Yes, I know he was just saying that to get his jollies off, but I decided to do it anyway. First, I masturbated thinking about Taylor. At first, it was very weird, I almost had to stop 'cuz it was turning me off. But as I laid there touching myself I realized there was something that turned me on about her. Hold on, cuz this is going to sound kinda weird. I've always had this thing with hands. Not a sexual thing, but I just think they're neat and they say a lot about the person who owns them. Taylor has these perfect hands, her skin is pale, her fingers are long and straight, and her nail polish is always chipped up or half rubbed off. I find that so hot for some reason. That and the cool rings and bracelets she always wears. I can't explain it more than that. It's just hot for me. So as soon as I focused on that, bam! I had a really strong orgasm. It was so quick and hard it caught me off guard, and it's hard to surprise yourself! Once I realized that I was ok with the idea of getting a little frisky with Taylor, I went to plan B. The next time I slept over at her house, we hung out and did all the normal stuff that we always do. That night, she gave me the bed (she only has a twin, so usually one of us takes the bed and the other takes the sleeping bag). Luckily, it was cold that night so I asked her if she'd rather just share the bed so we could keep warm. She was cool with it and jumped right up under the covers. We said our good-nights. She rolled over, and so did I, so that our backs were to each other. I waited just a minute or two, not long enough for her to be completely asleep but close, and I slid my hand down between my pjs and my undies and went to work. I was so nervous that she would hear or feel the movement of my hand through the bed that it made what I was doing even more intense. It was one of the craziest things I've ever done, and it was such a turn on for me. About two or three minutes into it I felt the bed shift as Taylor rolled over and faced in my direction! I froze and just knew that I had been busted for sure, but she never said anything, so without looking back I started doing it again. It didn't take long for me to climax, and it was so hard to keep the bed still and keep from making a noise that it made it even that much more intense. I waited for another minute or two, and then I rolled over to see if Taylor was awake or not...I still wasn't sure. Her eyes were closed, and I wasn't about to say anything, but when I rolled over I guess I shifted the air under the sheets and I could suddenly smell myself from under the covers. I don't know how else to say it...I just wanted to die right there. Taylor never moved, never gave any sign that she was anything but asleep, so after a few minutes, I closed my eyes and went to sleep myself. That was one of the most erotic moments of my life! That was just a few nights ago, and I've been thinking about it since. Of course, the guys I talked to on the Lit forums want me to go for it, but this is my best friend we're talking about here. If I mess it up, I'm out a friend, and I'll have to deal with all the drama that comes with it. A Real-Life Choose Your Path! Ch. 03 Hullo, everyone! Welcome to the third chapter of my real-life erotic journey. It's been a few weeks since the events of Chapter Two, so there's a gap between what's going on in my life right now and this journal. I hope to catch up a bit with this chapter. You guys won't get a chance to vote on my path this time around, since I'm just trying to fill in the gaps, but I promise, the next chapter you will! It turns out that I'm a much busier girl than I first realized. What started out in my mind as a story about me choosing between a guy my age and a much older professor has blossomed into several little stories, and I have no idea where they are leading at this point. Naturally, I think it's all my fault because I have been reading entirely too many stories here on Lit, and I get these ideas and want to see how they'd work in real life. So, we'll take things one at a time. First, MrZ. The week after MrZ and I had the texting convos from Chapter Two was pretty quiet. Not a lot of flirting going on, and I was beginning to think that maybe I had gone too far too fast and scared him off. Boy was I wrong! One of my Lit buddies suggested that I get him to buy me something, to get him more committed, which sounded like a great idea to me. As it turned out, MrZ had plans all on his own! The next day I waited after class. I only have a few minutes between that class and the next, which is on the other side of the campus, so I had to hurry. Imagine my disappointment when another chick waited after to talk with MrZ too! But all was not lost. He interrupted her and told me that if I needed help with my 'report' that I should attend his creative writing workshop, which is in the evenings on Wednesday. Score! Still, I wasn't about to be deterred from my mission. The next day, I waited after class again. This time, while we were talking, I discreetly handed him one of the ads from Victoria's Secret that I get in the mail. He glanced at it and quickly stuck it in his pocket. "What do you want me to do with this?" he asked. I shrugged and stared at my feet, to hide the fact that I was blushing like crazy. "I think you can figure that out," I said. "I get the ads all the time, but I've never actually walked in the store." I looked up, and he was blushing too. It was awkward and wonderful, and despite the fact that the students for his next class were already starting to file in, he nodded and said he would. Another weekend passed, and as one of my advisers on Lit guessed, MrZ didn't make any purchases over the weekend. He was getting cold feet, I thought. It's one thing to flirt when no one else is looking, it's another to actually walk into a store and by lacy, naughty things for your student. Once again, I waited until class ended. This time, the entire class left and we had a couple of minutes alone. I walked behind his desk and slid my butt up on his desk top as suggestively as I could without looking like a slut. I leaned back and asked if he had been to the mall recently. I tried to be casual. "No," he said, very apologetically. He started to stammer, saying he intended too, but never found the time. Then he said something like, "You know, Sara, I could get into a lot of trouble, with you being my student and all..." I interrupted him and said, "MrZ, I'm not going to tell anyone, promise. Not a soul, not even my best friend has any idea that we talk." Then I pinkie promised him that I wouldn't talk about it. It might not be a big deal to you, but to me, a pinkie promise is the next closest thing to swearing by your mom's grave or selling your soul or something. Seriously. The week passed so quickly, and Wednesday was there before I knew it. That day, I wore outfit that is the guy killer. It's a classic Catholic school girl. Plaid skirt just above the knee, black, patent leather Docs, purple and black socks that go up to the knee, a white, button-up shirt, and darker colored bra. I put my hair up in a pigtail on the side of my head like the girl from Napoleon Dynamite. I wanted MrZ to see me in class and know what he was getting himself into that night. Oh, he noticed alright! So that evening I got dropped off at school, so that way I wouldn't be lying when I said I needed a ride home. Risky, but I could always call one of my brothers to come get me if MrZ chickened out. The creative writing class is mostly for older peeps who aren't in school, for personal enrichment or whatever. I'll skip all the boring stuff in class, even though I love it, and go right to the end. MrZ was putting his stuff away in his bag and I walked up. He smiled. He was expecting me. I told him that I needed a ride home. He totally balked, but I gave him my best pouty, doe-eyed look and he caved. The walk from the classroom through the parking lot to his car was quiet and filled with those awkward little attempts at conversation that I find so adorable. He knew why I was there, and wanted to talk about anything BUT why I was there. I spent the entire walk trying to keep my palms from sweating and wondering if it would be too obvious if I popped a tic-tac into my mouth. He opened the door for me and walked around to let himself in. During the ride home, I slid down just a little bit to reveal some leg. I watched out of the corner of my eye while I fidgeted with the radio dial and caught him looking at me. Earlier in the week I actually practiced making my skirt ride up my leg without touching it with my hands. It's not easy to do, but an essential skill I think if you want to show a little skin and make it seem incidental! We got to my neigborhood, and despite all my wishes and intense focusing of my jedi mind powers, he had not put his hand on my bare knee...sigh...what a gentleman MrZ is. Pay attention boys...nice guys do not finish last! It's such an unfair game, but if MrZ had come across as too pushy it would have ruined it for me. He asked where my house was and I took him down a few streets and pointed to a house. He pulled up in front and stopped the car. Then followed the tense, nervous silence of two very anxious people waiting for something to happen. I thanked him for taking me home. He said it was his pleasure, any time, all that good stuff. I raised a brow and gave him that, 'well, what are you waiting for?' look. "Sara, we're in front of your house," he said, somewhat dejectedly. I shook my head and couldn't stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "No we're not, I don't know who's house this is, I just wanted you to stop the car." I couldn't make it any easier for him. He waited, just long enough for me to wonder if he was actually going to do it, then he leaned over and kissed me. No, MrZ did more than kiss me, it was like he made love to me with his mouth. It was amazing. He put a hand on my waist and the other behind my neck and gave me the single most erotic experience of my life. I've kissed two other guys, but compared to MrZ, they were just boys. I melted into a little pile of goo and slid down to his floorboard. He could have kissed me for hours. He could have done anything he wanted to me at that moment and I would have let him. I've never felt anything like it. Who needs a g-spot when a guy can kiss like that? I'd like to describe the ride home and the conversation we had, but honestly, I don't remember. I remember giggling like a schoolgirl when he dropped me off, and locking myself in my bedroom until I recovered, but that's about it. MrZ has set the bar to which all others must stand or fall. The rest of the week and this past weekend were pretty uneventful in the MrZ department. I still haven't gotten my fancy undies from Victoria's Secret, but I think it's coming soon. In chapter four I'll try to work out a plan for proceeding and give you guys a vote on this part of my Choose Your Path. We'll see! Taylor As of the writing of this, the vote still hasn't been tallied as to how I should proceed with Taylor. Taylor, as you'll recall from Chapter Two, is my best friend. We've been bf's for a long time, and I'm closer to her that anyone outside of family. She's also a very hot Scottish lass with a great sense of humor, a very shy and introverted personality, and for some reason I haven't discovered, a complex about her bod. As I described earlier, I gave Taylor her very first O. I don't think she's had another since, because she is way too anxious about her body to masturbate. I was the same way until I got my psas and had no choice about it, so I totally feel for her. I wanted to keep things going with her, and one of my Lit buddies suggested that I give her a mani/pedi the next time we hang out, and throw in a free massage. I thought it was a great idea. I could try to warm her up to the idea of us being intimate, and still have the option open of going with whatever you guys vote for in Chapter Two. This past Friday (the 5th) I got my chance. We had decided earlier in the week to go hang out at our favorite gay bar so we could dance our booties off. She came over to my place that evening to get ready and hopped in the shower. When she got out, I offered to paint her nails, and of course she agreed. I started with her hands, and before I started with the polish I grabbed the hand lotion and started giving her a hand massage. I don't know if you've ever had one, but they're amazing. I took my time. As you know, I've got a thing with hands, and her's are gorgeous. She's got these long, perfect fingers...I know it's weird, but I can't help myself! By the time I was done with her hands, she was already very relaxed. I moved down to paint her toenails...we usually do this anyway, since it's faster than painting your own, I grabbed the lotion and started giving her a massage again. She giggled and asked what she'd done to deserve the glamour treatment. I just shrugged and said that I felt like being generous. Taylor has such an awesome body. Her skin is perfect, like porcelain. She doesn't tan, she freckles, so she doesn't go out in the sun much. She takes excellent care of her body, even her feet are soft, unlike my poor, abused piggies! So I started with one foot and then moved up to the calf. I got a lot of those, "Oh Sara, that feels woooonnnderrffulll' comments, and some 'oh's' and 'ah's' that really turned me on. I could have do it for hours! By the time I finished with the first leg, Taylor was passed out. Totally asleep. I finished the other leg, painted her nails and had to nudge her to wake her up. *sigh*, she is so adorable. That night, after we came home from partying and dancing with the gay guys, we stripped to our undies and climbed into bed and passed out. It was so much fun. I know that's not a lot to report, but those few quiet moments alone with Taylor were very intimate and erotic for me. Just a little while ago I never would have thought of her that way. I've painted her nails dozens of times and never thought twice about it, now, when I do it, there's a little bit of electricity in the air. Maybe it's only one sided for now, but that might change. I mean, she asked me to give her her first orgasm after all, and even though it's never come up again, I think she still thinks about it. We'll see! Ryan This is a new entry to my erotic journey. You might recall from Chapter One that Ryan was the recipient of a grand total of five blow jobs from me. I'd never given a bj before, and wanted a little experience under my belt. I'm a very curious creature, and even though I'm not romantically involved with Ryan, he's cute, and a little shy, kind of geeky, and a virgin. That made it a little safer for me to mess around. After the blow jobs, however, Ryan started expecting it. He'd come over, play my xbox360 and then act like it was blow job time. I don't appreciate it when those kinds of demands are placed on me. I like a little respect, ya know? It wasn't like he was offering to return the favor, not that I would have accepted anyway. At first, I just made excuses. Then I started avoiding him altogether. But then, something changed. I started reading stories from Lit about these chicks who boss guys around and make them their little bitches. I'm not interested in chains and whips and stuff, but I do like the idea of having my own little do-boy. Ryan struck me as just that sorta guy, a little dorky, not very aggressive, not all 'rah testosterone!!!'. There was potential there. I went back to those stories on Lit and started taking serious notes. One day a couple of weeks ago Ryan was once again at my house, playing my copy of Halo:ODST (which I will rule you at), and I decided to take action! I figured, either he'd freak and tell me 'no way' or he'd do it. I had (and still have) no idea what I'd do with my own personal do-boy, but then, I never think these things through. I just act, and deal with the consequences later. Anyway, I cut him off in the middle of his game and told him it was time to go. It was getting late, and I wanted to change into my jammies and be a girl without having a guy around. Then he gave me the familiar puppy-dog look. I got this serious, bitchy look, and said something like, "What's wrong now?" He mumbled and shuffled his feet and muttered something about missing the 'old days'. I cut him off and said, 'you mean you miss the free blow jobs.' The look on his face was CLASSIC. His jaw actually dropped. He stammered and said that wasn't what he meant. I shook my head and said that was exactly what he meant and he had better admit it if he ever wanted it again. I folded my arms across my chest and raised a brow and gave him the, 'I'm waiting' look. After a minute he nodded and said it was true, he came over looking for a blow job. I shook my head and told him that it wasn't going to be like that anymore. I told him that I wanted respect, and I wasn't getting any from him; he just wanted to play my games and stick his dick in my mouth. I talked dirty, not the way I normally do, but that is how the girls talk in the stories, and I wanted to shock him: Behold, the New Me! How is it that a guy can get turned on while he's getting rejected and dissed by a girl? I don't know, but he was. The more I told him no, the more he wanted it. Finally he got this pleading look on his face and said he was sorry for disrespecting me, that he would be more than respectful in the future, and that he would do anything I wanted to make it up to me. "Anything?" I asked. "Anything." I know what he was thinking. That I was going to say that I wanted him to go down on me or screw me or something stupid like that. But I wasn't turned on and I wasn't amused. I wanted to make him do something he didn't want to do. "Get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet." I gave him my best bitch stare. Ice queen. Still, I didn't think he'd do it. No one is that desperate. No one is willing to degrade themselves for the prospect of head. That's only in the stories, right? Wrong. He dropped down almost before I finished speaking and planted a kiss on each foot and looked up at me like a quick peck was going to cut it. I shook my head. Not. Good. Enough. Now picture this: a minute later I'm sitting on my couch and this guy has my big toe in his mouth, sucking like there's no tomorrow, and I'm trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do next. I dismiss him. That's right. "You're dismissed." Fast forward a couple of weeks. Ryan and I haven't spoken, and I've almost forgotten about the toe incident. I did check with my advisers on Lit, and had a few ideas up my sleeve if he showed his face at my place again. This past Saturday, he did. This time, he's a lot more respectful...the boy is learning his lessons! He knocks on my door, I'm doing homework at my desk. Without a hello or even a smile I point him to the couch and tell him to be quiet until I'm done. He doesn't say a word. Looking back on it, I should have made him sit on the floor, but hey, I'm new at this. After a few minutes, I turn my attention to him and we start talking. I tell him things aren't going to be like they were. I'm in charge, and you can't give orders while you're taking it in the mouth, it just doesn't work like that. He said I could be that way with HIM, because he respected me now. I laughed. After I regained my composure, I asked him how bad he wanted a blow job from me, and wouldn't it be easier just to get one from another girl. Ryan quickly shook his head. He didn't want another girl, he wanted one from me. So now it was time to get serious. The Ice Queen expression came back with full force. "So you're saying you'll do anything I want, in exchange for a blow job." "Yes." "You'll be me tool, my personal bitch?" "Yes." No hesitation. I shook my head, and he got all dejected. Then I dangled out a sliver of hope, "You'll be my bitch in exchange for the possibility of a blow job. If I'm in charge, I don't have to make any promises." He expression changed. He was hopeful now. "Ok," he said. "Just to be clear, Ryan, that means all the time, not just here in my room." "All the time," he said, and I could tell he was getting very horny. "Then you know what to do," I said. He got back on his hands and knees and kissed my feet again. I think he likes it. Physically, this does nothing for me. But, I have to admit, the power rush is a huge freaking turn on for me. Huge. I had no idea it would be this way. Once I was satisfied that he was going to be compliant, I put him to work. Laundry, cleaning my room, making my bed, cleaning my bathroom. The boy spent three hours at my house, doing all my chores for me. I even made him fold my socks and undies and put them away. It was great! After he finished everything I could think of to make him do, it was time for the inspection..bwah ha ha...I put my bitch face back on and made him follow me around while I looked over everything. I hafta admit, the boy did a good job. I led him back to my room and locked the door behind us. I asked him if he enjoyed being my tool so far. He nodded and said he did. Then I asked him if he thought he deserved a reward. He said something like, "If you think I deserve one, then I would like it." Not quite the answer I was looking for, but close, so I said to him, "Take your clothes off." Again, it was such a huge turn on watching him undress while I was fully clothed. I let him stand there, butt naked, hard as rock. I told him to turn around so I could look at his ass. I'm not really a butt fan, but I wanted to embarrass him, and it worked. Then I followed one of the suggestions of my Lit buddy. I had him lay on his back on my wood floor, put on some latex gloves, and got the hand lotion. I have to admit, I like Ryan's dick. It's not too small, and not too big. It just feels right. I took my time. This wasn't for Ryan at all, it was for me, he was simply getting the benefit of it. I never noticed how purple a penis will get when a guy is close to coming. To Ryan's credit, he lasted a pretty long time. Of course, I'm sure it helped that every time he got close I'd let go of his dick and let it flop around until it started to go soft. I played with his balls. It didn't do much for me, but it turned him on...I'll keep that in mind for later. After about twenty minutes or so I started to get bored, and poor Ryan was about to DIE. So, for the first time, I looked over at him and said, "Do you want to come?" He nodded quickly and said, "Oh god yes!" I stopped pumping and said, "Beg me." "Please, Sara, please make me come." It was actually kinda sweet, but I was in the zone. "What are you?" "I'm your slave." He actually said 'slave'! It was great. This boy is MINE! When he said that it turned me on again, so much that part of me wanted to get on top of him, but I'm not ready for that. So I started pumping as fast as I could and he sprayed all on his stomach and chest. He shot it so far up he almost hit me! Ryan was so into it he was even crying a little when it was over.