Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

"Please baby. I want you to put it in me so much. Uhhnnn," she groaned, licking my neck, then sucking on it with her red lips. "It'll feel sooo good baby."

"Val, we can't fuck. I can't fuck you."

"How about I get off myself?" she asked as she ran her hand down my bare chest, her fingernails dragging across my skin like razorblades. "But you have to hold me while I finger my pussy."

'Jesus,' I thought. "Fine," I said, complying with her demands. It was the only way to get her to stop. "Have fun," I added as I pulled her close to me, holding her. She was on her side, my arm underneath her neck and head, my left hand rubbing her back and shoulders slowly as she slid her left hand into her red panties. I could feel her hand through her underwear, moving back and forth against my side as she rubbed her pussy, as she felt me against her. It was hot and uncomfortable under the comforter. I tried to block it out and fall back asleep.

"Mmmm," she cooed. "It feels so good Matthew," she whispered as she pushed her face between my shoulder and head, like a puppy trying to get milk from its mother's nips, so she could whisper seductive comments into my ear. Then she nibbled on my ear lobe, softly biting on it. In an unexpected move, she brought her wet fingers to my lips and pushed her fingertips into my mouth, making me taste her. "That's what you did to me. See what you did baby?"

"Good," I said frankly, feeling her digits rub over my lips some more before she returned them to her own wet and wild amusement park. I turned my head away from her, trying to just go to sleep before I did something I regretted. I felt Valerie's hot breath against my cheek as she moaned and groaned sexily, pushing two fingers into her hotbox.

"Aaaah. Aha yes, yesss." I felt her rock back and forth against my leg as she got off, to me I presume. I could feel the sweat seep from my legs as the temperature underneath the thick blanket cooked me. "Uhnnn. Uhhh. Mmm," she cooed as her hand plunged in and out of her shaved wet pussy, pushing deep past her lips over and over. I could hear the squishing noises from her soaked puss and Val breathed faster and heavier as she closed in on an orgasm, not trying to make the pleasure last as long as it could. She needed to either get off or try to get me turned on enough to get her off.

Should I succumb to her teasing and have sex with her? If you think I should, scroll down to story code XY1. If you think I shouldn't, scroll down to story code XN1. I'm just kidding. This isn't one of those interactive stories. Loser!

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled half consciously.

"You wish this was your hand baby? Wish it was your big beautiful dick in my pussy?" Val softly said in a seductive tone. Her curly brown hair rested against my ear as she kissed me on the cheek tenderly. I didn't respond to her question. "Aaah. Aaahh, unnnn. Uhh uh uh," she grunted as she squeezed her thighs against her hand, trapping it inside her as her fingers wiggled a mile a minute. "I'm com... I'm coming..." she cried, soft enough to not wake anyone in the next room. Her body tensed up and she trembled, her breathing erratic. "...nnnuuAAAh... Mmmm. ...Uhhn." Val loosened up and calmed down after a minute or so. "Uhnn. ... ...I came for you Matthew. I came so good for you," she added a few seconds later, in a very much softer voice. Valerie brought her woman-cum soaked fingers to my face, rubbing herself over my lips like chapstick.

"Hasgh," I snored lightly, fast asleep as her heart sunk from the subsiding of her orgasm and from my lack of participation in it. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep shortly after being woken up by her, despite the rising temperature in the sauna of a bed we shared.

"You're killing me," she whispered to herself out loud. "I'm going to fuck you... one day." She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, tasting herself, then resting her head back on my shoulder once again, her sticky fingers tickling my chest, joining me in sleep quickly, exhausted and spent from masturbating herself to me.

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Some time had passed since the winter break I shared with Avril Lavigne. Larisa was back in the United States again after shooting a movie in Europe. She wasn't gone for too long, only playing a minor role in it. "I'm glad you're back Riss," I said to her. "...I'm glad we're back."

"I am too love," she replied, her eyes showing her hopelessly-in-love-with-me-ness. We lied naked in my bed in my house next to one another. We had reconciled and decided to give us another try, each of us missing the other too much. It was summer again and the two of us were back together in my empty house. This time it was for good. My parents decided to stay in Arizona, only coming back to New Jersey to visit. I took control of the house and its bills, sharing them with my new roommate... Larisa. Obviously, my rich girlfriend helped with the bills. Score! She turned her head to the right, looking at me with those innocent baby browns. She couldn't help but smile... like a kid who had just finally been adopted, being taken out of her shitty foster home. Only she's still gonna get touched. She caressed my right cheek with her hand as we both lied on our backs looking at each other. We each had the dumbest wide smiles on our face, unable to keep from expressing our joy.

"Last night was... just amazing."

"I know lover. I forgot just how perfect we are together," Larisa replied. I held her hand to my face, closing my eyes, feeling the warm touch of her skin and smiling along with her. We remained silent for a minute or two before I interrupted the mood. I turned to my left and crawled on top of her, straddling her waist, my legs on both sides of her, my torso supported by my arms. We were wrapped up in my nice comfy ass blanket, content with staying in our cocoon of love. My uncovered dick hung down on top of her pussy, once again clean shaven. I like to keep myself clean. I leaned down close to her face, feeling her firm ample breasts squish against my chest.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered as I brushed a few loose strands of her hair back to the side of her head. It was longer now, a few inches down past her shoulders. "This is going to be even better than last summer."

Larisa smiled back at me, totally happy with our current situation. We had been back together for about a month, living together in my childhood home. "I know it will be," she confirmed, her voice soft and excited. She ran her fingertips over the sides of my abdomen, gently caressing me with her fingertips, scratching me softly with her nails.

"You're so beautiful."

"You already said that," she giggled softly.

"I know. Haha," I quietly laughed, brushing her long dirty blonde hair back out of her face and behind her ear. "But it was worth saying again." Larisa's arms were bent at the elbow, her forearms pointing towards the ceiling, her hands gently caressing my sides as I hovered above her. We were both completely naked, resting in bed after the previous full night of sex. It was just like old times.

"Love?"

"Yeah sweetheart?" I asked softly, tilting my head sideways as I soaked in the vision of my soul mate.

"Will you make love to me again?" Larisa Oleynik looked so innocent underneath me with her childlike smile. I don't know how she gave it off with how dirty and kinky she could be. Larisa was the girl next door... but now she was the girl living in my house. My only reply was to lower my head and press my lips to hers, my mouth slightly open. I felt her tongue tease my parted lips as we slowly began to kiss one another more forcefully. "Mmm," Larisa cooed through our kiss. Her hands ran back and forth along the side of my chest, from my armpits to my waist, before they slid over onto my back, holding me just under my shoulder blades. I could feel my cock harden underneath me, ready to pleasure her again, ready to pump more of my seed into her.

Within seconds, I was all I could be for Larisa. She looked up at me, silent, her mouth open as her bottom lip quivered... as the head of my cock slowly entered her. I felt her fingertips push against my skin like the prongs of a fork into a piece of chicken. Or cock, depending on how you refer to it. "Mmmm," I lowly moaned, feeling Larisa's slippery pussy lips swallow my Charlie Brown, inch after inch until she engulfed all seven and a half inches of Matt Jr.

"Huuuhhhh," she breathed, quietly gasping as she felt her twat stretch around me. I had my hands on the sides of her head, my palms on her cheeks, my fingers pushing through her hair just above her ears. She closed her eyes as her mouth remained open... a long silent sigh escaping past her lips.

"Don't look away baby," I whispered to her as I pressed my groin against hers slowly, feeling myself inside her as far as I could go. "Don't ever look away."

"I love you Matthew."

"Tell me again," I whispered, subtly moving my hips in a circle, causing my penis to swirl inside her.

"I love you Matthew," she said with a straight look on her face. I looked down at her, staring into her eyes with an intense smitten gaze.

"I love you Riss."

"Show me how much you love me." I nodded as I pulled back and pushed forward, slowly fucking her with my pole. I could feel myself swell as we made love for the billionth time since we got back together. We did the beautiful nasty about every fifteen minutes for the whole weekend. I continued at the same pace until she silently suggested I quicken my actions and our mutual pleasure with a look. I pulled completely out of her and reentered her love canal a few times, teasing her. I knew she hated the feeling of my dickhead leaving her, but at the same time loved the feeling of me penetrating her like it was the first time every time.

"Just screw me lover. Don't tease me," the older girl whispered sternly as she held my face in front of hers, applying slight pressure to my cheeks. Obeying my girlfriend's request, I remained inside her, slowly starting to fuck her. "Mmm... Faster." I started to thrust inside Larisa's tight hole harder and faster, my gyrations becoming more intense with each one. Her fingers dug into the skin of my abdomen and then her hands slid up over my sides, onto my back, and then slowly up towards my shoulder blades one more time. "Uhhnnn yessss."

"You feel so fuckin good Riss. Sooo good." I felt her squeeze me, taking two fistfuls of skin... as much as she could grip. My knees kept her thighs closed together, causing her cunt to squeeze around my prodding shaft. It was like fucking a couch cushion with someone sitting on it. ...My first vagina. And the baggie with lotion inside, my first condom. Ah. Memories.

"Mmmm lover, don't stop. Don't you dare stop," Larisa warned me as she grinded against my body with hers, her head pushing back against the bed, her neck rising up as she inhaled deeply. "Aaaah. Holy shit that feels so good." My lips gently pressed upon her throat as she cooed.

I continued gyrating against the heavenly body below me. My thick swollen cock dominated everything in its path. "Does that feel good?" I opened my eyes and looked to the right of me, seeing Dina standing there.

"Whaaa??" I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut tight again and again. FUCKING DREAMS!!!!

"Looks like you're really showing that pillow who's boss," she said as she stood next to my bed, her eyes open wide in a playfully condescending way. I looked down, seeing that the extra pillow I had had suddenly become my lover. We've all woken up humping a pillow. Don't look at me like I just touched a kid or something.

"Uhhhhh..." I said in utter embarrassment, immediately shocked into alertness. I had always slept with two pillows. One for my head and one next to me. Sleeping against something or someone was the only way I was ever able to fall asleep. "Huh?" I asked, still looking around, finding myself no longer in my bedroom at home.

"Matt, do you happen to have any quarters?" she asked, her head tilted sideways as she wobbled back and forth on her feet. Apparently, she had done her patented knock and enter without approval, much like Larisa's friend Michelle always did.

"...Um. On my desk," I answered after thinking for a second.

"Mmm yes. You are wonderful lover," she said playfully and flirtatiously as she hovered over my desk, picking up a few quarters lying on the top of my keyboard above the F buttons. That's where I kept all my loose change. When that was filled to capacity, I dumped it into the container in my drawer and started over. Yes, I could immediately put it in there. I choose not to out of laziness. Dina always liked to tease guys and act sexual and flirty around them. It was nice, I have to admit. I looked over and saw her bent over my desk collecting my change. She dropped down two dollar bills as her sea foam green hospital scrubs hung down on her hips, sagging like Subway spokesman Jared Fogle's old pants on him now. I hate that bastard. He's so fucking smug it's unbelievable.

"At least I can't get it pregnant, right?" I joked.

"Hmm?" Dina asked looking over. I guess I had waited too long to give a comeback to her joke.

"The pillow... never mind."

"Hmmmm," she laughed walking away from my desk. She was wearing a pair of hospital scrubs and a tight white t-shirt, almost like an undershirt. She sat down next to me, grabbing my pillow and throwing it to the side of my bed.

"Hey. Gentle," I said humorously as she threw my fuck buddy across the bed. Her thigh was pressed against my crotch as she sat down very close to me. "Where's Pete?" Dina asked, as if she couldn't feel us touching... which she had to. I looked over at the clock, seeing it was just after twelve noon. His towel was hanging on his rack and his coat was gone.

"Library I guess?" He usually went to the library to study the weekend before an exam, only because he put off studying as long as possible with half his classes. With the other half, he was a dedicated and diligent student. Peter just needed to spread out his focus more, like it was cream cheese. You gotta spread it evenly over the bagel that is college.

"Ah," Dina said as she looked down at the eight quarters in her hand, rolling them in her fingers. "So was it a good dream?" she asked as she turned and looked over at me. Dina-saur was gorgeous. Her face was so young and pure looking, even though she wasn't.

"Um... ...Yeah," I said back, a little embarrassed, my dick three quarters of the way to full arousal.

"Who was the girl?" she asked, obviously playing twenty questions with me.

"You of course," I replied back quickly, playing with her. She smiled as she looked down at me, unaware I was still hard under the covers, poking out of my boxers. She looked beautiful and I was turned on having her sit so close to me when I was this horny. She only made me stiffer as I saw her thong sticking high out of the back of her PJs.

"Don't tease me," Dina said with a smile, subtly laughing a little.

"I wouldn't think of it." We both sat there for a moment in silence. Well, I laid. She sat. She looked me in the eyes with a half smile, yet fully wicked. Then without warning, she lied down next to me, smack against my front side, her face suddenly inches from mine. "Do I make you nervous?" she asked me, seeing me gulp and quickly try to sneak a peak down towards my crotch. This was the tenth time she had asked me that question.

"...No. Why?" I said, nervous as all hell. Dina brought her hand to my right cheek, causing my dick to jump in my boxers. It was doing back flips under the covers it was so excited.

"Jussssst wondering," she said softly. Dina leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, then caressed my cheek for a moment. The kiss seemed to last a lifetime. Her lips were so soft and voluptuous. So were her large tits as they rested against my chest. And as quickly as it happened, she was up again, walking away from me.

"You missed," I said, referring to my lips.

"Maybe you should let me practice more," she replied, her nipples now visible through her white shirt. I guess they perked up with her flirting. "Let me be your pillow." God she was such a cute tease. She was only like that with me from what I saw. "Launnndryyy time," she said as she slowly shuffled towards the door, looking around my room like it was the first time she had been inside it. "You should get up. It's late."

"Okay."

"As soon as you calm down," she added, giving me a giant ditsy grin. Again, she's not a ditz. My eyes shot open wide, embarrassed, but yet, not really. Dina laughed and left the room, leaving the door wide open. Again. This girl never left it in the same position that she found it in. Well... except my dick in this case. Hard before AND after her visit this time.

Seconds later, I thought of my sex dream with Larisa. I was turned on by the dream. Lately she had been the main character in them, I guess being signs that I wanted her around. Not all of my dreams about her were sexual. Some were of things we had done together and some of them I had just imagined. Either way, they were always enjoyable, leaving me upset after I realized time and time again that Larisa wasn't mine anymore.

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I spoke to Avril on the phone about once a week until the end of the school year. We talked about what was going on with both of us. She asked me about Larisa subtly, not wanting to upset me about not being with her. From what I understood from Val, Larisa was going to be over in Europe until June, after some delays with filming. Even though Avril had grown fond of me during our winter romance, she was upset that I wouldn't get to be with Larisa again for at least a while. The singer knew Larisa and I being together was for the best, ultimately.

I lied on my bed with my cell phone pressed to my right ear. For some reason, I couldn't ever be comfortable holding a phone to my left ear. It felt awkward, like I couldn't hear as well. Avril was on the other end of the line, participating in our weekly chat.

"Well I'm glad you have some time off now, you know? You're touring too much. ... ... ...Yeah. It's the end of the month I think. ... ...It usually sucks." Avril asked me if my university had one of those giant festivals at the end of every year like a number of bigger schools do. A lot of colleges had these days or weekends set up where they'd have a carnival, like in Grease, but only with less leather. There would always be a concert, with some B-list performer. At least that was the case in my school.

Of course, the year before I enrolled there, Fuel played. And it was all downhill from there. Not one band I liked. It was always a rap artist for the thug life kids... dare I say ethnic kids... and an emo band for the depressed kids that liked to go cry into their hoodies and eat vegan chicken fingers in the cafeteria. There was never a metal band for the regular white kids. I realize Slipknot may sound a bit extreme, but at least give me Disturbed or someone like that.

"You're kidding. Don't bullshit me. ... ... ...Why didn't you tell... ... You better be telling me the truth." Apparently, Avril asked around during our tour together and found out my school was still looking for another band to fill the headlining slot for its festival. She decided she wanted to be in the show and wanted it to be a surprise for me. "Yeah I'm excited. God, I can't wait to see you again. ... ...Are you going to be here for a while? A few days or a week? ... ...Man I can't wait Av! Finally, one fest I'm going to enjoy while I go here."

As I hung up with Ms. Lavigne, I remained on my bed thinking of the good news she gave me. It was going to be nice to see her again, to hold her and hear her laugh. I missed her. It wasn't that I wanted to be her boyfriend or that I was in love with her. The two of us became better friends on her tour. And it wasn't because we fucked constantly.