For nothing bothered me to know that Bianca had hooked up with my brother, it caused me amusement and the next morning I made a thousand jokes at him.
No could let Anita take him away from me, she was a pain
My comment caused me a lot of amusement. Even I knew he did it more out of malice than because he genuinely liked my brother.
Who would have thought I'd already tried both, look after your old man
Both of us burst out laughing at the comment and looked at each other menacingly in case it happened again.
That weekend was truly dreamed sincerely, everything passed, morbid/bizarre situations even Bianca ended up going down on my brother. Honestly, I left town that night feeling very happy and full of joy for having gone. In fact, it had helped me a lot to clear things up.
After 6 weeks (if I remember correctly) of that famous time I asked Nadia and Gon so much, I should fill myself with courage and go apologize again. I was terrified of how they might react.
Anxiety didn't let me wait, the same night when my flight landed, I wrote to both of them to coordinate and see each other.
Nadia gave me the thumbs up. She didn't even respond. That destroyed me, the big City gave me my first slap.
Gon, as far as I could remember, was playing a soccer league game, so I had to wait quite a while for his response.
Luckily, he was more enthusiastic than Nadia's, he told me that the next few days would be complicated but we could see each other on Thursday. There were 3 days left before that... It was up to me to accept.
That night I spent crying, writing and deleting possible messages for Nadia. I ended up falling asleep, still holding onto my phone without sending anything. A blank page.
The next day I went to class, Rodri tried to cheer me up in a thousand ways until I burst out laughing. Luján tried to tell me not to worry about Nadia's response... Without them that day I don't know what I would have done.
We imagined possible scenarios with Gon, what he would say, what I would say to him, etc. Between laughs, almost all their scenarios ended with the two of them together.
It was blessed Thursday, and I saw Gon at a little bar in Palermo that we used to go to a lot. I was glad to be back since it had been a while since we separated. Even I didn't feel like passing by that corner.
When he entered through the door, I melted, felt like I had forgotten how beautiful it was for me, the smile he gave me when he saw me, his hug and that perfume. I looked at him dazed. I didn't understand how I could have hurt him at some point.
How are you? I'm really glad to see you Ceci, how's your stuff? Your family? The faculty? He filled me with genuine questions, filled my soul.
We caught up quite a bit on both sides, shared a wine and there were several laughs. I was delighted to see him.
Well, I think we need to talk about something and I know I owe you an apology I started.
No Ceci, you don't owe me an apology. Those are things that happened to you and I imagine if you're here it's because you've resolved them he refuted instantly, leaving me speechless and stuttering...
Ehm, yes... Of course, I didn't expect that, I was afraid of a different reaction
Gon: Relax, it doesn't correspond to me to tell you anything about what you feel or don't feel
I look at you and I'm melting, I swear I let out like an idiot. Completely surrendered to my emotions.
He smiled and I kept talking...
This time apart made me realize how much I love being by your side and I didn't know how to appreciate it
He interrupted me, Look, before anything. Because what you're saying is very nice, but I want to be honest. Two weeks ago I started seeing a girl who left everything kind of inconclusive and I want to respect her space now. You're beautiful, always had an incredible time with you, but I want to respect the moment I have now
I was devastated.
Of the thousand scenarios we imagined with friends. This never happened.
Of the thousand sensations I felt when seeing him, I never expected this ending.
I wanted to pretend everything was fine, I wanted to have his... I wanted to respect what he was telling me like he respected me before and now. I couldn't. I cried, I hated him, I even got up and left. I acted like a total idiot. He followed me like in a romantic movie. The problem is that it wasn't going to end with a kiss and happily ever after here. I sat down on a bench outside the bar to keep talking. It calmed me down, he hugged me, and my anxiety went away for a moment. He paid and took me home. I was destroyed. I knew I had gotten myself into that situation alone. I couldn't forgive myself. I went to sleep, my head hurt, my eyes were swollen, I felt like a ghost. The next day I don't know how I mustered the strength to go to class. My friends hugged me as soon as they saw me. They had already been warned. After much insistence, they convinced me to take something, that I needed to vent and not be alone. I agreed, deciding for myself led me there. Probably now they would be right about this too. I don't know if it was a feminine sixth sense or just coincidence, but while we were at that bar, Nadia's message finally arrived. Come home and let's talk. I don't know if Luján told her something, if she said I was with her, I really don't know. All I know is that I ended up paying the bills and with some beers on top, I ran out to her house. Nadia opened the door and I hugged her. I owed her an explanation too, I owed her her own space, probably she felt it was invasive and even misplaced, but I needed to hug her and feel her skin, her perfume. She didn't separate me, but she was cold, very different from Gon. I started thinking this wasn't going to end well. I wasn't prepared for two such close blows. Come on, let's go up and she started walking towards the elevator. Already inside, she offered me a beer, took another one, and without anesthesia said okay, talk. It felt like a chasm, words wouldn't come out. When I could gather courage and get out of my confusion, I apologized, repeated a thousand times that I acted like a stupid girl and she was very important in my life.
Nadia looked at me, didn't say anything.
I didn't know if I should keep going or if she would kick me out, nothing.
Those seconds were eternal, between the anxiety and how nice it felt to me. Something similar happened with Gon, as if I had forgotten how divine she was. Her tattoos, her waist and her ass. Her cat-like gaze, those eyes that seemed threatening but seductive at the same time...
If yes, I know you're stupid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you don't have the right to ask for your space. I like being with you, that didn't change. I'm not looking for something serious right now and I know you're not either after that, she hugged me, in a gesture almost unprecedented from her part.
She gave me some hair caresses and I started crying.
We spent hours talking about that time apart and how it ended with Gon.
For all of that, we had several beers and Nadia says...
Well, you're back to being my slut and now exclusively. Let's celebrate, huh?
I smiled and nodded my head.
Take off your clothes Ceci, I owe you another apology
I didn't take long to take off my clothes. In two seconds, Nadia had me completely undressed in her living room.
She was left only in a thong in front of me. She grabbed my hair, ran her thong and took me to suck her.
I didn't wait, went to apologize as it corresponded. I ate her pussy like a good slut who repented. I didn't stop my tongue for a second, played with my fingers, let myself be choked against her, accepted every drop that emitted through my oral.
She finished and I kept passing my tongue over all her corners. I saw her contorting her body while screaming in pleasure. I thanked that moment like she thanked God mentioning it so many times after that orgasm.
My face was a disaster. Barely was I made up and what little was, was already running, my mouth shone with Nadia's cum on my face. My hair, disheveled from having been the grip in similar oral.
She was smiling and massaging her breasts, had beautiful nipples. I went to eat them while pinching her pussy with my fingers.
She came back after a few minutes, looked sensitive and I loved it.
Nadia looked at me, kissed my mouth for the first time since we were separated and pushed me back. I fell on the floor where she was kneeling, but with her legs open.
You're all wet slut she said looking at me with disgust.
Yes, I love sucking you I replied possessed by her beauty and dominance.
Stay here
She went to her room. She came back with an anal plug that already knew where it was going. That's why I waited for her in 4, wanted her to be proud of me and she was.
Well done. You did well this time to be more obedient than before
While finishing her sentence, she spat on my tiny ass and started massaging with her fingers.
She spat at me again and started putting the toy inside. It was short but quite wide. Finally, it had those jewels in black color.
Although I hadn't had sex for a while, especially not by the Booty, the heat I had made me give in easily.
Already with the toy inside, Nadia pulled my head back by the hair and spat on me again, this time in the mouth.
You're going now. I want you to get home and have a masturbation. She didn't say anything else and went to the bathroom, and I heard the shower.
Totally humiliated, still in 4, I gathered my clothes (a loose hippie pant and an adjusted but short shirt), couldn't find my thong and wasn't wearing a bra... So I got dressed, wet as I was, without underwear and with a plug in my Booty. I went out to the street like that to look for a taxi to take me home. I couldn't get on the bus like that. It was a disaster. I had Nadia's pussy breath, my face said sex everywhere and even my pant was wet.
The first free taxi rejected me. I don't know if it was my appearance that looked drunk or what. But it refused to stop despite being free. The one behind me, luckily took pity and braked. I told him the address and in silence but full of heat we embarked on our journey. It was short by luck, I didn't see the time to touch myself.
- New message: a photo of Nadia after her shower. She was showing me her incredible ass from behind, with tattoos and her pussy peeking out. Her photo was incredibly sexy and rare in that moment.
I got hypnotized looking at it.
Have a daughter your age, I worry she's walking around the street! I'm glad to see they still take care of themselves by taking taxis said the taxi driver, pulling me out of my trance and making me realize he was touching me with his free hand on top of my pants, which were super wet and already stuck in my pussy.
Yes... Ahh... It's a bit dangerous... Uf... I said between gasps, unable to stop touching myself even though I wanted to. The situation filled me with morbid curiosity.
She's studying to be a veterinarian! Do you study or work?
I...mmm... Studied...ahh... Agricultural engineering...aaaah... My brain was sending the signal to stop touching myself, but my body ignored it.
I was grateful that traffic was flowing smoothly and the conductor wasn't looking back. I had my hand on my crotch, was soaked and rubbing myself like crazy.
Ah, congratulations! You're a genius! said Nadia.
Ufff... Thanks...mmm It cost me to hide even a short sentence. I was scared she'd find out, the music helped a bit by covering up some of the moans that escaped me, but I couldn't give long sentences.
We've arrived!
Thank God, I paid quickly and got off running to my room.
I told Nadia while touching myself and sending her a photo of my plug well inserted in my Booty. I had learned to coexist with it.
I touched myself while she was insulting me on the other side of the phone. I can't explain how much I ended up with that whole cocktail. The way she treated me at her house, the plug, the taxi odyssey, her insults and humiliation... Me Whole, that's what I needed. I don't doubt that someone in my hallway has heard my moans and my final scream. It didn't matter to me. I had had the masturbation of the century.
No could let Anita take him away from me, she was a pain
My comment caused me a lot of amusement. Even I knew he did it more out of malice than because he genuinely liked my brother.
Who would have thought I'd already tried both, look after your old man
Both of us burst out laughing at the comment and looked at each other menacingly in case it happened again.
That weekend was truly dreamed sincerely, everything passed, morbid/bizarre situations even Bianca ended up going down on my brother. Honestly, I left town that night feeling very happy and full of joy for having gone. In fact, it had helped me a lot to clear things up.
After 6 weeks (if I remember correctly) of that famous time I asked Nadia and Gon so much, I should fill myself with courage and go apologize again. I was terrified of how they might react.
Anxiety didn't let me wait, the same night when my flight landed, I wrote to both of them to coordinate and see each other.
Nadia gave me the thumbs up. She didn't even respond. That destroyed me, the big City gave me my first slap.
Gon, as far as I could remember, was playing a soccer league game, so I had to wait quite a while for his response.
Luckily, he was more enthusiastic than Nadia's, he told me that the next few days would be complicated but we could see each other on Thursday. There were 3 days left before that... It was up to me to accept.
That night I spent crying, writing and deleting possible messages for Nadia. I ended up falling asleep, still holding onto my phone without sending anything. A blank page.
The next day I went to class, Rodri tried to cheer me up in a thousand ways until I burst out laughing. Luján tried to tell me not to worry about Nadia's response... Without them that day I don't know what I would have done.
We imagined possible scenarios with Gon, what he would say, what I would say to him, etc. Between laughs, almost all their scenarios ended with the two of them together.
It was blessed Thursday, and I saw Gon at a little bar in Palermo that we used to go to a lot. I was glad to be back since it had been a while since we separated. Even I didn't feel like passing by that corner.
When he entered through the door, I melted, felt like I had forgotten how beautiful it was for me, the smile he gave me when he saw me, his hug and that perfume. I looked at him dazed. I didn't understand how I could have hurt him at some point.
How are you? I'm really glad to see you Ceci, how's your stuff? Your family? The faculty? He filled me with genuine questions, filled my soul.
We caught up quite a bit on both sides, shared a wine and there were several laughs. I was delighted to see him.
Well, I think we need to talk about something and I know I owe you an apology I started.
No Ceci, you don't owe me an apology. Those are things that happened to you and I imagine if you're here it's because you've resolved them he refuted instantly, leaving me speechless and stuttering...
Ehm, yes... Of course, I didn't expect that, I was afraid of a different reaction
Gon: Relax, it doesn't correspond to me to tell you anything about what you feel or don't feel
I look at you and I'm melting, I swear I let out like an idiot. Completely surrendered to my emotions.
He smiled and I kept talking...
This time apart made me realize how much I love being by your side and I didn't know how to appreciate it
He interrupted me, Look, before anything. Because what you're saying is very nice, but I want to be honest. Two weeks ago I started seeing a girl who left everything kind of inconclusive and I want to respect her space now. You're beautiful, always had an incredible time with you, but I want to respect the moment I have now
I was devastated.
Of the thousand scenarios we imagined with friends. This never happened.
Of the thousand sensations I felt when seeing him, I never expected this ending.
I wanted to pretend everything was fine, I wanted to have his... I wanted to respect what he was telling me like he respected me before and now. I couldn't. I cried, I hated him, I even got up and left. I acted like a total idiot. He followed me like in a romantic movie. The problem is that it wasn't going to end with a kiss and happily ever after here. I sat down on a bench outside the bar to keep talking. It calmed me down, he hugged me, and my anxiety went away for a moment. He paid and took me home. I was destroyed. I knew I had gotten myself into that situation alone. I couldn't forgive myself. I went to sleep, my head hurt, my eyes were swollen, I felt like a ghost. The next day I don't know how I mustered the strength to go to class. My friends hugged me as soon as they saw me. They had already been warned. After much insistence, they convinced me to take something, that I needed to vent and not be alone. I agreed, deciding for myself led me there. Probably now they would be right about this too. I don't know if it was a feminine sixth sense or just coincidence, but while we were at that bar, Nadia's message finally arrived. Come home and let's talk. I don't know if Luján told her something, if she said I was with her, I really don't know. All I know is that I ended up paying the bills and with some beers on top, I ran out to her house. Nadia opened the door and I hugged her. I owed her an explanation too, I owed her her own space, probably she felt it was invasive and even misplaced, but I needed to hug her and feel her skin, her perfume. She didn't separate me, but she was cold, very different from Gon. I started thinking this wasn't going to end well. I wasn't prepared for two such close blows. Come on, let's go up and she started walking towards the elevator. Already inside, she offered me a beer, took another one, and without anesthesia said okay, talk. It felt like a chasm, words wouldn't come out. When I could gather courage and get out of my confusion, I apologized, repeated a thousand times that I acted like a stupid girl and she was very important in my life.
Nadia looked at me, didn't say anything.
I didn't know if I should keep going or if she would kick me out, nothing.
Those seconds were eternal, between the anxiety and how nice it felt to me. Something similar happened with Gon, as if I had forgotten how divine she was. Her tattoos, her waist and her ass. Her cat-like gaze, those eyes that seemed threatening but seductive at the same time...
If yes, I know you're stupid sometimes. But that doesn't mean you don't have the right to ask for your space. I like being with you, that didn't change. I'm not looking for something serious right now and I know you're not either after that, she hugged me, in a gesture almost unprecedented from her part.
She gave me some hair caresses and I started crying.
We spent hours talking about that time apart and how it ended with Gon.
For all of that, we had several beers and Nadia says...
Well, you're back to being my slut and now exclusively. Let's celebrate, huh?
I smiled and nodded my head.
Take off your clothes Ceci, I owe you another apology
I didn't take long to take off my clothes. In two seconds, Nadia had me completely undressed in her living room.
She was left only in a thong in front of me. She grabbed my hair, ran her thong and took me to suck her.
I didn't wait, went to apologize as it corresponded. I ate her pussy like a good slut who repented. I didn't stop my tongue for a second, played with my fingers, let myself be choked against her, accepted every drop that emitted through my oral.
She finished and I kept passing my tongue over all her corners. I saw her contorting her body while screaming in pleasure. I thanked that moment like she thanked God mentioning it so many times after that orgasm.
My face was a disaster. Barely was I made up and what little was, was already running, my mouth shone with Nadia's cum on my face. My hair, disheveled from having been the grip in similar oral.
She was smiling and massaging her breasts, had beautiful nipples. I went to eat them while pinching her pussy with my fingers.
She came back after a few minutes, looked sensitive and I loved it.
Nadia looked at me, kissed my mouth for the first time since we were separated and pushed me back. I fell on the floor where she was kneeling, but with her legs open.
You're all wet slut she said looking at me with disgust.
Yes, I love sucking you I replied possessed by her beauty and dominance.
Stay here
She went to her room. She came back with an anal plug that already knew where it was going. That's why I waited for her in 4, wanted her to be proud of me and she was.
Well done. You did well this time to be more obedient than before
While finishing her sentence, she spat on my tiny ass and started massaging with her fingers.
She spat at me again and started putting the toy inside. It was short but quite wide. Finally, it had those jewels in black color.
Although I hadn't had sex for a while, especially not by the Booty, the heat I had made me give in easily.
Already with the toy inside, Nadia pulled my head back by the hair and spat on me again, this time in the mouth.
You're going now. I want you to get home and have a masturbation. She didn't say anything else and went to the bathroom, and I heard the shower.
Totally humiliated, still in 4, I gathered my clothes (a loose hippie pant and an adjusted but short shirt), couldn't find my thong and wasn't wearing a bra... So I got dressed, wet as I was, without underwear and with a plug in my Booty. I went out to the street like that to look for a taxi to take me home. I couldn't get on the bus like that. It was a disaster. I had Nadia's pussy breath, my face said sex everywhere and even my pant was wet.
The first free taxi rejected me. I don't know if it was my appearance that looked drunk or what. But it refused to stop despite being free. The one behind me, luckily took pity and braked. I told him the address and in silence but full of heat we embarked on our journey. It was short by luck, I didn't see the time to touch myself.
- New message: a photo of Nadia after her shower. She was showing me her incredible ass from behind, with tattoos and her pussy peeking out. Her photo was incredibly sexy and rare in that moment.
I got hypnotized looking at it.
Have a daughter your age, I worry she's walking around the street! I'm glad to see they still take care of themselves by taking taxis said the taxi driver, pulling me out of my trance and making me realize he was touching me with his free hand on top of my pants, which were super wet and already stuck in my pussy.
Yes... Ahh... It's a bit dangerous... Uf... I said between gasps, unable to stop touching myself even though I wanted to. The situation filled me with morbid curiosity.
She's studying to be a veterinarian! Do you study or work?
I...mmm... Studied...ahh... Agricultural engineering...aaaah... My brain was sending the signal to stop touching myself, but my body ignored it.
I was grateful that traffic was flowing smoothly and the conductor wasn't looking back. I had my hand on my crotch, was soaked and rubbing myself like crazy.
Ah, congratulations! You're a genius! said Nadia.
Ufff... Thanks...mmm It cost me to hide even a short sentence. I was scared she'd find out, the music helped a bit by covering up some of the moans that escaped me, but I couldn't give long sentences.
We've arrived!
Thank God, I paid quickly and got off running to my room.
I told Nadia while touching myself and sending her a photo of my plug well inserted in my Booty. I had learned to coexist with it.
I touched myself while she was insulting me on the other side of the phone. I can't explain how much I ended up with that whole cocktail. The way she treated me at her house, the plug, the taxi odyssey, her insults and humiliation... Me Whole, that's what I needed. I don't doubt that someone in my hallway has heard my moans and my final scream. It didn't matter to me. I had had the masturbation of the century.
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