Chapter 1 - Willow
The moment I wake up, I immediately feel a delicious soreness between my legs.
As I roll onto my back and stare at the crack in my ceiling, memories of the freeuse Halloween party last night flash through my brain.
I can’t stop grinning. It was the best fucking experience of my life.
Literally. I even came! Twice! I had no idea how much I would enjoy submitting to someone.
Mike was a gentle but assertive dom, and he made me feel safe while also turning me on beyond belief.
I still can’t believe my luck. Who knew I’d meet Mr. Right at a freeuse party?
Hmm, stop right there, Willow. He’s not Mr. Right.
He was Mr. Right-For-The-Night. I can’t get ahead of myself, although I hope he messages me again.
Oh shit, what if he doesn’t? What if I was just a fun piece of ass he used, and then after I left the party, he went back in and found someone he liked better?
Ugh.
Oooh, I’ve got text messages! Shit, I need to relax. It’s probably just Alice. Butterflies swirl in my stomach as I swipe open my messages.
There is a text from Alice—which I temporarily ignore because there’s also one from Mike. I squeal and bolt upright to a sitting position.
Mike:
Just checking you got home safely and you’re not too sore. Text me if you need anything.
After I read it at least ten times trying to evaluate it, I take a breath to steady my nerves.
It’s a little formal, but he actually messaged me and didn’t string me along for days, so that’s exciting.
Hmm...need anything...like his wonderful cock pounding me into the mattress again?
My pussy hums and I giggle at myself. Yeah, I need that.
Shit, now I have to reply, but what do I say? I definitely want to let him know how incredible last night was, but I don’t want to sound thirsty, like “can we do that again today?”
I debate what to say, then my brain takes over and my fingers fly on the keypad. Before I can question myself, I hit “send,” and give myself a mental pat on the back. What I said was perfect. I was witty and engaging.
Willow:
I’m wonderfully sore in the most delightful way. Had a fantastic night. I’m definitely a fan of freeuse!
Almost the instant I set my phone aside, it pings. Eep! I jump out of bed – with only a slight wince at my soreness – and skip to my tiny joke-of-a-kitchen to make coffee while I compose myself.
This is going well. I just need to be myself. That’s all I have to offer, anyway. If he doesn’t like it, oh well, that’s his loss. It’s taken a lot of therapy to give myself this pep talk.
I’m not looking to marry the guy, but I wouldn’t say no to some more sex. My single-cup coffee maker chugs away while I read the next text from Mike.
Mike:
I had an excellent time as well. If you’d like to continue exploring, I’m happy to help. I enjoy toying with obedient little freeuse sluts.
Oh fuck. All thoughts drain from my head.
Toying with obedient sluts? Was I a “toy,” or was I a willing participant?
I daydream about him spanking me, calling me a slut, and making me beg for his cock.
Heat builds in my core and my clit pulses as I squeeze my legs together, imagining him holding me down, his massive cock pounding into me while I’m completely powerless.
Yep, I’m a willing participant… who enjoys being a toy.
Coffee forgotten, I perch on a kitchen chair and type out another message.
Willow:
I’m always up for being a toy, or other kinds of play. Would like to spend time with you again, if that’s agreeable?
Ugh, did I sound too formal? I chew on my thumbnail as I stare at the three little dots that show he’s typing a response.
Mike
Perfectly agreeable.
He sends me two smiling emojis and my body floods with relief, not just because he seemed to like my overly proper-sounding text, but because it means I get to be with him again. I’ve only just met the guy, and he’s already got me in a dither over a simple text.
Oh shit, Alice! I quickly check Alice’s message and she confirms she got home fine, and jokes that the pirate rocked her world. He was definitely rocking the couch when I saw them together.
I spend most of the day messaging back and forth with Alice in between texting Mike. I keep hoping he’ll invite me over for a hard fucking tonight, but he doesn’t. My apartment is too shitty, and I don’t want to invite him over here, but I might if I get desperate enough.
After flirting most of the day, I’m wound up like a clockwork toy. Dammit, now that I’ve had a little taste of pleasure, my body wants more. Why doesn’t he invite me over? If anything, it feels like he’s keeping his distance.
Eventually, it’s dinner time and my stomach rumbles.
Shit, we’ve been texting all day. I need to put the phone away and get something to eat.
On the way to my fridge, I suddenly remember that I’m supposed to be a responsible adult and I had errands to run today.
I sigh in disappointment. Adulting sucks.
Mike is like the new shiny toy catching my attention.
and the high I get every time I get a message from him is addictive.
As much as I don’t want to, after dinner I reluctantly get ready and go out to drop some mail at the post office and I need groceries from the store. I keep checking my phone to see if he’s responded to my last message. Nothing. Ugh.
When I check for the tenth time, I force myself to turn the sound off and shove my phone in my purse. Oh shit, I really am getting obsessed. All the dude did was give me two orgasms.
Mmm, but it was good. REALLY good.
Fuck. I shake my head to clear it. Nope, this is stupid and I refuse to get my hopes up and make him into something he’s not.
I went to the party to lose my virginity on my terms, with no one expecting me to orgasm.
There’s probably tons of guys like him out there, so what makes me think this is different—just because we had sex and then I discovered I can orgasm?
I shove aside the little voice in my head that tells me I’m wrong, and there’s something special about Mike.
I just want some more sex, dammit. I wonder what freeuse looks like outside of a party?
Can just two people do freeuse? I daydream about Mike fucking me over a dining table full of food as I finish my errands.
Mike finally replies to me and we flirt over text until bedtime. He’s entertaining, and I can tell he probably enjoys a good joke and sexually teasing in person. He’s not what I’d expect from an older guy.
I wonder what his story is.