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My boyfriend and I have been in a relationship since middle school. We have been friends since elementary school. I think that the only reason why myself and himself have not been friends since kindergarten is because I have not lived in this town since kindergarten. He has, but I was born in British Columbia. When I was five years old, my parents moved to America, and Detroit was the only place we could afford at the time. It was only when ! was in 3rd grade that my parents finally could afford to move us to a small town about an hour and a half south of the city.
We lived in a pretty nice community of new construction homes, but my boyfriend lived within walking distance away. He lived in a small, farm-type of home with a mom and dad. I rarely ever heard him discuss his mom, and in times that Iโve met her, sheโs barely ever said a word. His dad would beat him up. He would tell me about it all of the time. I told my parents about it, and all they said was, โWell, he can stay over at our house for another hour, but weโve spoken with Napoleonโs mom, and if he doesnโt get home soon, his dad will be very angry.โ I really thought my parents would do something about it. I really thought they would, but they never did. They would let him stay the night on weekends often, but that was about it.
You see, Napoleon was pretty much my only friend. My only friend in the town. My only friend in the country. Maybe that should have been a red flag to me. Maybe something in my mind should have gone off, telling me something just wasnโt right, but Napoleon was just so cuddly. He had baby blue eyes. He had blond hair. He was muscular and fit, but he certainly was not huge. All of the girls thought he was very attractive, though they probably would have had second thoughts if they had known how he lived his life. Everyone loved him, and here he was; loving me. That made me happy. I decided not to question it.
As our relationship was a long one, very obviously, we started having sex regularly in middle school. Again, he was my only boyfriend, and I was his only girlfriend. Things changed a lot in middle school. One of the biggest changes was that Napoleon started to play football. He was great. Through his talents at the game, everyone around town began to know who he was. He started to form lots of friendships with lots of different guys. And girls, but mostly guys. Before his second year of playing, he asked me if I could join the cheerleading team.
I did not want to. Gymnastics is not my talent. Not only that, but I also had thoughts of joining the volleyball team, which also ran throughout the fall.
โValley, please. I love this game. It does so much for me. Us! But I canโt see you when Iโm here at practice. All I do is sit around and worry about you. Think about you. Please just do this for me!โ
Well, if he was concerned about me cheating, I donโt know what to say. First of all, if another guy and I walked to the local gas station for a date, this entire town would know. The gas station clerk would be texting over photos to Napoleon’s mom as we only left out the door. Second, I had been dating this boy for two years. Weโd been best friends forever. Do you really think that my parents would be transporting me to go on a cheating mission? Just like that. Do you think they would just transport me somewhere where Iโd be able to cheat?
I ended up saying yes, and in 7th grade, I was on the cheer team. Cheer did something to my confidence like nothing else in my life – Nothing like anything Napoleon could even accomplish himself.
As Iโve said, gymnastics is not my strong point. I wasnโt very good. My strength wasnโt there to lift people into the air. My talent wasnโt there for me to fly around in the air. Iโve heard a lot of people whispering that my boyfriend was the only reason why I was even kept on the team, and you know what? Itโs true. I had to be babysat, and this was the only way.
Also, the girls were not mean. They could have been a lot meaner, so I donโt want to call any of them mean. They were very patient and nice to me. They were all very pretty though- so pretty that I felt FORCED to start bleaching my hair from 7th grade on, and forced to buy and wear makeup to school every day.
If I did not, I would just be this ugly girl, on a good, skillful team only because of her boyfriend. Iโd be a failure. A walking joke.
From 7th grade on, I lived life with all of these friends and acquaintances. A lot of things I did, I question to this day. Lots of people liked me. Though my boyfriend had social media, his and mine, and I certainly had fewer followers, I got along with lots of the band kids. I got along with the โemoโ kids at school. My boyfriend did not, but I certainly never let him be mean to anybody on my watch.
Honestly, I had lots of emo music on my iPod at the time. Most people were not aware, but I did, regardless. Napoleon knew, but that was about it. Another thing about me is that I held a 3.9 GPA back then. I took lots of honors classes in high school. Not because I was very focused on having a successful future and would do anything to achieve success. The reason why is that I didnโt really want to be in class with my boyfriend and all of his friends. It would be too distracting.
We did things together. Sometimes he would ask me to do things with his friends. That is why I wanted to be away from all of them. I do not like to put my sex life and my education/work together. Like my peas and my potatoes, they will never touch. Ever.
One thing that I question to this day whether it was a good decision or not would be the parties that I would go to. Always with my boyfriend, of course. You see, fall and summer seasons would always be very stressful for me. It all started one summer, when Napoleon asked me to hang out with all of his guy friends. One of the boyโs parents had run out for a few days, and he was having people over to hangout, watch tv and basically just chill after practice.
Iโve been with him and his guy friends alone often. Sometimes theyโd go to the movies together, and he would ask me to come with. Sometimes one of the guys would invite him out boating, and I would come with. On some occasions like this, some of the other guys will end up bringing their sister, or crush or girlfriend along. I never knew who was going to be there, and there really wasnโt any point to me saying, โAre any other girls going to be there?โ
We ended up walking to the house of a boy who lives in my neighborhood. The front door was unlocked, so we just walked in.
โEveryoneโs in the basement. Follow me.โ
This was when I started to feel a little unsettled. I didnโt necessarily want to go into some basement and watch tv with a bunch of guys. It was a very nice and sunny day, so it just struck me as odd that all that these guys wanted to do was watch tv in some basement.
There were four boys downstairs. They were watching a game. Quite a few empty beer bottles were scattered on a black living room table. The guys were some of the best players on the team. One of them was Charlie, Napoleonโs best friend. He was on the couch, with two other boys. Then, there was also a skinny, blond boy sprawled out on a bean bag. His name was Alistaire.
A chair next to the couch sat empty, clearly saved for myself and Napoleon. We sat down and began to watch the game. Well, Napoleon did. I sat on his lap, pretended to watch the game and quietly observed the room and the people. When the game ended, Charlie changed the channel to MTV.
As we watched, Napoleon started to fondle my breasts. 10 minutes later, my bra was on the floor. I only started to feel uncomfortable when he began to take my shirt off. I gave him a look. A look that said โmaybe this is too much PDA even for us.โ
He gave me a puppy dog look right back. โI want you to be a whore for me today. Can you do that? You know how to be a whore, donโt you?โ
I kissed him on the lips. Then on the neck. Then the chest. The belly button area. Finally, I unzipped his pants and started to suck his dick.
โThatโs a good girl.โ
Suddenly, I felt a penis in my pussy. It was Charlieโs. He very gently started to push in and out of me as I continued to suck off my boyfriend.
โDoes that feel good? Is this ok?โ Charlie asked.
โYes, it feels great. Thank you,โ I said, having to take my mouth off of my boyfriendโs cock to respond.
Charlie pulled me off my boyfriend. He sat down on the couch. I got on top of him squatting, my legs were open so that everyone in the room could see my pussy now. I slid his penis into my butt. One of the boys who had been on the couch next to Charlie earlier proceeded to slide into my pussy. The third couch bay unzipped his pants and brought himself closer to my face. Obediently, I pulled down his underwear and started sucking him off.
Having three cocks in me felt amazing. Charlie began caressing my breasts, making me start to moan softly. โValley, thank you so much for coming over and agreeing to hang out with us. Your boyfriend is so lucky to have you. Weโre all very jealous of him.โ
I began to moan louder.
After about 10 minutes of that, I lay down on the couch, and Napoleon began to fuck me. As he slid his penis into my now-soaked pussy, I said โThank you.โ
โFucking whore.โ
The last boy who hadnโt fucked me yet came up and stuck his penis in my mouth as my boyfriend continued to fuck me. When he was done, he pulled me to my knees and came on my face. I had to fuck and suck some more, but eventually, I had everyoneโs load on my face.
Napoleon told me that I could shower upstairs, in Alistairโs bathroom. I did.
(This is getting too long. Will have to create a new story probably, but just look for a continuation of this soon, if you liked it.)
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