Sinful Sunday

By JJ Argus

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This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen

Kristin

Like many girls I have long been envious of the ability of guys to express themselves sexually, to go after what they want without hesitation and feel no shame about it. In fact, they're expected to all be a bunch of horny, slavering perves. And nobody much minds that.

Obviously, it's a different story for girls. As much as society has progressed, the attitude towards girls and women is still often in the dark ages. This is an issue we face even before puberty hits. It's never about what we feel and what do we want but how we should present ourselves to our friends and to guys so as to not damage our reputation.

Even leaving aside a reputation, sex for most young women is a careful dance of assessing the guy, figuring out what sort of person he is, how he'll respond to certain things, whether he can be trusted, and ultimately whether he is worth the risk of trying given that for the most part women very often don't have orgasms during sex.

That's mostly because guys, for all their enthusiasm, generally only want to do one thing: stick it in and pound away until they come. They might appreciate blow jobs, too. That's basically it. Unless they're actually feeling a degree of emotional attachment to you most of the rest is just appetizers, or necessary tasks to go through if they want to get the sex.

This probably gets better when they get older, at least I've been assuming as much, hoping as much. But when you're a teenager, teenage boys are just not all that great in bed. Or so I had found up until recently. I met Connor Reed completely by accident. It wasn't on a date or something from class. I ran into him at a bus stop.

For me, that normally will just mean perhaps an opportunity to get to know each other a little bit and then maybe if we hit it off consider daring at some future time. But something seemed to have come over me that night. I'd been working all day and was exhausted. Not just from my job as a server at a sports bar but from the intensity of the studies I was doing in my first year of law school.

It had been raining heavily which had gotten my top partially see-through. His as well, though of course, he was far from embarrassed about that. In fact, he had pulled off his wet T-shirt to wring it out, thus revealing the most impressive, muscular, gorgeous male body it had ever been my delight to be up close and personal with.

He was on the university's football team, and it showed in those broad shoulders and powerful chest. Normally I would have pushed him away when he decided to hit on me so abruptly, but unlike every other guy I had kissed, Connor Reed was an amazing kisser. He could have given lessons!

It did not surprise me in the least that a gorgeous guy like him with a body like that on the football team would have had a lot of experience with women. Unlike a lot of other jocks, though, he had apparently taken the time to learn to be very good in bed.

See, that's another problem girls have. Especially when we're young. Sex, to us, is all about pleasing the guy, making sure he enjoys himself and that he likes us. Because of that we tend to flatter them way more than they deserve, and complain a lot less than we should.

It takes a brave girl to even gently hint to a guy that he's doing it all wrong in bed. Their egos are often very fragile in that department. And since actual sexual pleasure is not the purpose of sex for younger women, we tend to let it slide figuring that it doesn't really matter unless we become an actual couple, and if and when that happens then we can start training them.

But apparently, Connor had learned from his experiences. A lot! That wasn't the only reason that I gave in to him, though. There was just something about the time, the place, my state of mind, and that it was all just so wild and thrilling and dark and wickedly exciting.

I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been nearly as turned on if we had just been on a normal date and he started coming on to me in his car or in my dorm room. But making out in a bus stop on a city street, to the point where he practically had me naked right there inside the bus shelter? That was insane!

For whatever reason that guy had driven me out of my mind with pleasure and I had three massive orgasms before he left me there in the little parkade behind the shelter, naked and breathless. And then the following Sunday he'd done it again! And he'd been even more daring.

The week after that he had succeeded in shocking me once more by insisting I strip completely naked outside the shelter on a city street. Granted it was midnight, but even so, I had been incredibly overwhelmed by it all. And that was before another guy had joined him. I never even learned his name but he was obviously also a football player.

They left me sprawled naked across the curb next to the bus stop, dazed and chest heaving after an orgasm so powerful it had practically blown my mind.

There was no way I could even discuss this with anyone. If there is anything sluttier than a girl who has sex with a guy she barely knows without even having a date first it's a girl who does it with someone whose name she doesn't even know. And if there's anything sluttier than that it's doing it with both of them together.

There was nobody I knew who wouldn't be shocked and appalled at me for my behavior. And this is an example of how guys have it so easily. For all I know, Connor had bragged to a number of his friends about what he had done. It's not like they would think ill of him for it. More likely they'd be giving him high-fives and congratulating him.

Obviously, he had told one of his teammates and then invited him to come along and join in the fun. Imagine me telling one of my girlfriends that I'd had sex with a football player at a bus stop and maybe they'd like to come along and join me the next time I did it?

Anyway, after three weeks, nearly four now, I was kind of lost, adrift on a churning sea of uncertainty, confusion, and worry. Those three sexual interludes, if I can call them that, had been intense, violent, and utterly overwhelming in terms of passion, excitement, and pleasure.

I mean, nothing else I had ever done even came close. I hadn't even been aware my body could feel that level of excitement and pleasure. But I fear that I've become addicted to it. The thrill of it, the wild intensity of it elevated me to something beyond normal life.

And I didn't understand it. It wasn't just that they were better equipped, which they were, than other guys. It wasn't just that they were big, strong, muscular, handsome men, which they were. It was the... the situation, if you will.

And it hadn't been remotely like any sex I had ever had before. Honestly, it was more like me being used like a sex doll by them. Connor had even tied me up, or at least tied my wrists each time. And he had explicitly told me it was because he loved to dominate girls during sex.