Briana's Basic Nature Ch. 10

"I've certainly been surprised how much I love hearing about it, seeing some of it, experiencing it through you, yes. I do love fucking you, in every way, though. I don't want that ever to stop."

"Me either," she grinned. "You are the best lover I've ever had. The highlight of my sex life is doing whatever it is I do, then coming home and sharing it with you. Even something like last night, getting gangbanged. It made the night when I got to tell you about it and get you off, too. It would be incomplete for me without that. I realized that with Jake. I loved the use...." she said, her eyes wandering off into lust. "I fucking loved it." But, I wanted to share it with you every time. I wanted to call you and tell you what he just did to me, how it felt, how I couldn't wait to tell you and then get you off."

"I'm glad," I admitted. I'd feared that I'd never have that again.

"So, I think I'm accurate when I say that you need or want this as much as I do."

I just nodded. I just wanted her, and anything that came with her.

"So. Here's an idea I have, I'm not sure if you'll like it. You may even hate it," she said almost apologetically.

"What is it?"

"Ok. Here goes," she sighed. "We're together. You and I, I want that."

"Me too."

"So with this need I have to be someone's toy, they need to be able to have me without restriction. I don't mean NO restriction, obviously there are some limits, as we've talked about. But I mean mostly they shouldn't be restricted by time, location...." she said eyeing me hopefully.

"Ok?" I said, wondering where it was leading.

"I'm saying you shouldn't be physically in the way. I don't mean that in a hurtful way. I just mean that they shouldn't have to worry about you, where you are, this house, getting me "home" a certain time, that sort of thing."

She saw my puzzled expression. "For example, Greg. Think of how many times and ways he might use me if he didn't have to worry about you." She saw that confused me more. "Think about it. If he didn't have to sneak around, get me back home, or worry about you the next day what do you think he'd have done with me already? You see? I kind of blamed him for not being creative enough in my use, but what if it's mostly because his hands were tied...." she giggled at her own joke. "...When we both know it's MY hands that should be tied!" She laughed.

"Ah, how in the world can that happen though, if you want to stay together?"

She was ready to spill it. "Ok, first. We're a couple. Between us, we're girlfriend and boyfriend and yes, when the time is right, I WILL marry you like I've promised. But, to the outside world what if we acted like we were separated?"

"What?"

"Listen, silly. Nothing changes between us, we'll live just as we do now, just the people we may want to involve will think we've temporarily split."

"Wow, how in the world do we pull that off....and why?"

"You know I still take care of my mom's house since she died, right? What if I move some stuff in there, just enough clothes to make it look lived in."

"Ok?"

"Then, we get the word out that we've "temporarily" separated and that we are still friends, and "dating" but that we're "not sure about things." We'll say I've moved back home for now."

"Fuck, how are we boyfriend and girlfriend then?"

"Because we ARE," she said, frustrated. "I'm going to be here all the time, just like now, we're just going to SAY I'm living there!" She said, playfully stomping her foot.

"Oh," I said. "Well, that certainly sounds better."

"So, if someone knows that I'm single, and available....then they will be free to be the way they want to be."

"How would that work, though, exactly?" I wondered. "I mean, we're basically talking about Greg here."

"For the moment, yes, until he either shows us that he isn't capable of fulfilling our fantasies, or someone else better comes along."

"So at work, he finds out you are "single" and then pursues you like you are, you'll let him. Then, everyone at work knows he's dating your girlfriend."

"Ex girlfriend," she giggled.

"Right, but then everyone knows."

"Everyone will know he's dating your ex girlfriend. So what? We're split up. I think they'd just think he was a no account jerk for moving in so fast, and, they'd no doubt think I'm a slut for doing it...which I am, as you know," she grinned.

"But, this will basically be his test. Without having to worry about you, let's see how he uses me. Let's see if he can be creative and wicked enough to make us both satisfied. You know you want it. You see how worked up we both get for it. It's time we lived it. We'll be together baby, for it all. The only time I'll spend over there will be if he, or someone else demands it, if they need the time or space. It'll give them the ability to use me at their own pace. Plus, it's a big place, nice basement, woods in the back. Plenty of places to use a sex toy," she wickedly smirked.

She moved some stuff in the next day. By Friday everyone we knew had heard about our "breakup." She said she'd had a least a dozen calls from friends of mine (male friends) who all hoped she was ok and offered to help with "anything" she needed. I got mostly snide looks and whispers behind my back, as if I was the bad guy in the breakup. To ease my pain, though, she was fucking and sucking me pretty much daily in OUR home. Things were completely the same between us. She'd been right. By that night we were getting worked up for another adventure. With her freedom it didn't take long at all.

I saw her getting ready, she told me she had a "date." I knew who it would be with. She had on a slinky black dress, black heels, and some wicked red lipstick on. She said she was "going dancing," but that I shouldn't expect her to be home tonight. She was right. She spent the weekend at her mom's, mostly tied up in the basment. Greg wasn't as shy or creatively clueless as she'd first thought. She's since found out he's got a love of the belt and that he doesn'I saw her getting ready, she told me she had a "date." I knew who it would be with. She had on a slinky black dress, black heels, and some wicked red lipstick on. She said she was "going dancing," but that I shouldn't expect her to be home tonight. She was right. She spent the weekend at her mom's, mostly tied up in the basment. Greg wasn't as shy or creatively clueless as she'd first thought. She's since found out he's got a love of the belt and that he doesn't mind sharing. She was still mine even if only the two of us knew it.

She proved to me that she was committed to us. After this whole "experiment" I knew more than ever that we were meant to be. I'd been kidding myself. She loved who she was and what she was doing and even more importantly, I loved it, and needed it as much as she did. I proposed to her and she accepted. Almost instantly we both smiled at each other and knew it wouldn't be a conventional marriage. We discussed what that meant and came up with some interesting ideas and "rules" for each other's satisfaction. Perhaps it'll show up in story form someday.



{The end of the Briana series, future chapters are always possible, depending, but as stand-alone stories}