Where's the Free Use?

I bit my lip and sank down to my knees. Greg was such a good mentor. I couldn't help but wonder as I slipped his dick into my mouth if he was ever like this with Tiffany. Maybe he held her against the wall and fucked her. Maybe he bought her clothing for her. Maybe he'd come into her room and just tear her clothes off out of nowhere because she was his. So hot.

I moaned, feeling more of his shaft in my mouth than I had before. I was still learning, and Greg was aware of that, not full-on fucking my mouth quite yet, though we would get there for sure.

Greg grunted, taking a step back to brace the wall for support. I followed, making sure his dick was never too far away from my mouth. I only took my mouth off of his dick to play with his balls, licking them and leaving a lot of saliva. At first I thought I should be sparing and clean with it, but the more I sucked, the more I realized that making a sloppy gooey mess was the hottest thing ever. His dick was absolutely coated with my spit, and some day, he'd use that spit as lube and just ram that cock into me. And, if the little warning on the back of my birth control could be believed, that day would come in around a week.

I couldn't help but slip my hand inside my pants and get off to what was happening. It was just too good. Sucking cock was just too good. The more I experienced it, the more I just wanted to be used for cock, to make them cum, to be a plaything for anyone willing to grab the back of my head and make me get to work.

I must have been getting better, because all too soon, with a groan, Greg flooded my mouth with his load. This time, I embraced how I wouldn't be able to swallow it all. I let it dribble out of the corners of my mouth, I let it flow down my chin. My face was a mess, but good slut playthings don't care about looking presentable. I just wanted to look well-used.

"Holy shit..." Greg moaned, closing his eyes and breathing while his hand gripped the wall. I smiled, feeling the cum and slobber sliding down my chin. Slowly and lazily, he opened his eyes. "Careful," he warned. "Don't get cum on your shirt. if Whittleton blows his top over a smaller shirt, he's gonna freak if he sees cum stains."

I laughed, but silently agreed. Since Greg was the more presentable one, he quickly rushed to get me some paper towels while I remained sitting on the floor. Throat sore, out of breath, well-used. A slut. God, what a good feeling. Thanks to the fact Greg was, well, Greg, I wasn't even catching feelings. I really could just be a free-use slut with no problems. Now if only Whittleton wasn't a big weirdo.

After we got cleaned up, Greg left first, heading back to class. I waited a minute or two before leaving myself, still touching my chin as I walked back to class. It was clean and dry, but I loved the idea of still having a mess on myself as I walked to class. If the world was perfect, I totally could have, but alas.

Once I was back, so was Mr. Whittleton, although he didn't look at me. That suited me just fine; if the dude wanted to be a creep, he needed to be ready to be called out. I sat back next to Greg, who was working diligently and didn't even acknowledge me. What a turn-on. I really was just a toy to him.

Drew walked up next to me and coughed to get my attention. I turned around to face him. "Sup?" I asked.

"Hey, mind if I talk to you real quick?" he asked. I shrugged, and the two of us quickly made our way into the hallway.

"What's going on?" I inquired casually.

"So, uh, I dunno where you were, but you were out of the classroom when Whittleton got back, and that kind of made him nervous," Drew began, playing with his hands. "Because of what just happened, he doesn't want to talk to you in person about it, but..."

I rolled my eyes. Now the dude was making his students talk to me for him. Hello? Weird much? Wasn't he supposed to be an adult?

"Greg was out of the classroom too, you know," I pointed out.

Drew nod-shrugged. "Uh, sure, but Whittleton probably felt he can talk to Greg, and plus, you did leave class without telling him where you were going. So he asked me if I wouldn't mind making sure I know where you're going if you ever leave the classroom at this point. Is that okay?"

I gave him a weird look. "Um, okay... what does that mean? Like, do I have to report to you every time I have to go to the bathroom, or are you coming in there with me?" I laughed, but down below, I had a different reaction. Was this an opportunity in disguise...?

Drew shrugged. "I dunno. Whittleton was kinda vague about it."

"You mean kinda immature about it," I cut in. "Whatever, fine. If I leave the class, come with me to make sure I'm alright."

"Uh, I think he only meant I check in with you..." he trailed off.

"Drew," I told him, grabbing him on the shoulder. He looked at my hand. Admittedly, I didn't touch people much, so this was kind of new ground for him. "If he wanted me to just check in, he would have told you to tell me to check in with him when I leave. But he asked for you. Plus, you get to walk around, right? It's not like I'm out of class all the time."

Drew frowned. "I don't think that's what he meant, but alright. We'll do it your way." He smiled and shook his head. "So bossy."

"Hey, if he's making someone sign me in and out of the classroom when I don't have to do it in other classrooms, who's being bossy?" I reasoned. Drew, always the mediator, shrugged instead of arguing back, and we walked back into the room.

Whittleton was so stupid. He really thought this would make me want to dip out of class less, but all this did was present me with an opportunity to hang out one-on-one with Drew. Number one, Drew was my friend, and number two, he rarely liked hanging out with people one-on-one after school, so this was just a cool opportunity. But number three, it wasn't like I only wanted to see if Greg was on the up-and-up. This could have been quite the opportunity indeed.

***

Matthew was still being kind of weird to me. He had this annoying thing going on, whatever it was. After all of my calls with The Amazing Channel, he would message me and try to ask small-talk questions like how my day was going, what my last video was about, or whatever. And yet, he talked to me less and less during the actual group calls...? It was like he didn't want to talk to me in the group, just when I was with him. It was just so transparent. If he wanted to know about my videos, he could just... watch them? They were good videos. I worked hard on them. (Except for the Over the Hedge one, I kinda phoned that one in.)

I wasn't dumb. I could understand he was pretending to be interested in me as a person so we could get to know each other better and he could get me to open up to him sexually or something. Like, I get he knew I was into free use, and I guess some girls were into the idea of literally any guy taking them, but like, I had standards, you know? Plus, it didn't help that he was like a decade older than me. Hell, even if he thought I was twenty-one, that still made him "six years older than me." It was kinda weird.

On the flipside, Drew was weird about hanging out one-on-one. It started out innocently enough, with him walking me to the bathroom and awkwardly saying goodbye. Most days, I could walk a little slower and get him to talk about Settlers of Catan or Runescape or some of the things he was into. I wasn't really into them, but Drew was kinda meek so it was nice to hear him be halfway passionate about something.

Eventually, I convinced Drew to tag along while I just walked around the school. He was hesitant at first, but I told him I was on my period (not a lie at the time) and that I needed to walk off the pain, and if he ever questioned how that would help, I just said "girl things, you wouldn't get it." Foolproof. It was genius -- he couldn't question it without making it seem like he, a man, knew my body more than me, and he knew that looked really bad for guys, so he had to go along with it.

Drew got more used to two things -- going along with my bullshit excuses to do less and less important things during class, and talking to me one-on-one. After I'd exhausted his love of board games, I tried to do the same with DnD -- turns out he hated DnD, which I didn't expect from him. He surprised me when he, out of the two of us, chose the next topic.

"So why make videos about old movies?" he asked as we walked. "Like, I get the attraction of making videos if they get views, but when you started, why did you do it?"

I scratched my head. I'd spend so much time around The Amazing Channel and the Media Gang that someone asking me why I make videos was actually really refreshing. We all took it as such an inherent thing. "Uh, I guess it's because I saw a lot of that stuff when I was a kid, and I always had thoughts about it," I found myself saying. "You know, you'll watch Spy Kids as a five-year-old and remember the rhythm of how they said the dialogue more than the dialogue itself. Or you'll watch Tarzan and like those moments where the beats in the music matches the visuals on-screen."

Drew digested what I said. "I'll take your word for it, I guess," he admitted.

"Really? You don't feel that?" I asked, surprised. "So then why do you make media and stuff?"

He shrugged. "I just like it, I guess. I'm not really thinking about that stuff. I put things on a screen and go, 'woah, I made a thing.' But analyzing movies is like school. I have to put brain power into why stuff is the way it is, and that just doesn't seem like fun. For me, I mean."

"No no, I get you," I said softly, looking at my feet walking. I shrugged. "I like seeing how stuff works. It's cool."

"Yeah, I can tell you can kinda... hyperfixate on things," Drew noticed. "Actually, can I ask about that?"

"Uh, sure?"

"If I can ask, what's up with you and Greg? You two used to barely talk, and even when he did, you kinda rolled your eyes at him. Now you seem to really like him. Are you just better friends now or is there... Y'know, a-somethin' a-brewin'?"

Even with the way the question backed me into the corner, I smiled at the way he phrased the end of that. "Um, uh... Huh, so... Do you mind if I get back to you about that?" I asked clumsily.

Drew only lowered an eyebrow at that, as if to say, 'Ooh, intriguing!'

I stopped walking. "Nah nah, there's nothing like that. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend. But something happened we bonded over, and, uh, it could be private to him. Fair enough?"

"Oh, totally," Drew immediately conceded. "It doesn't matter all that much anyways. Only if you -- and he, I guess -- want to talk about it."

I did want to talk about it. But, number one, I didn't know if Greg would be okay with me using his name, and number two, I had no idea how to address the situation.

***

I gasped as I temporarily took my mouth off of Greg's cock. A trail of spit followed my mouth and Greg grinned at the visual, holding out his phone. I giggled, sticking out my tongue, enjoying knowing Greg was going to look at me with my tongue out later and jack off to it. So fucking hot.

After I put my tongue back inside of my mouth, I moved my jaw around a few times, and didn't even bother to clear off my mouth before speaking. "Are you cool if I told anyone about what we're doing?"

He clearly didn't expect me to say that. "Anyone? No. I don't want my parents knowing," he initially replied.

I rolled my eyes, even with my face a mess. "I mean, like... Drew has been asking if we're a couple, because apparently we're hanging out in class a bit more."

Greg was initially surprised, but then, a slow smile crept across his face. "And you telling him what we're up to can segue into asking him if he wants it too."

My cheeks burned. Greg was annoying, but there was no denying he was pretty clever. He nudged his dick against my cheek, and on instinct, I took it into my mouth. "Yeth," I admitted with my mouth full of dick.

"Nice," he chuckled, then mulled it over while softly humping my face. "It might make things weird, but, if everything blows up, you were the one who initiated it, not me," he mused to himself. "Enh, whatever. I'm blunt about stuff, Drew won't be that surprised. Go for it. Let me know how it goes."

I made a happy noise while I continued to suck him off. In my head, I began to formulate how I'd approach Drew -- probably tomorrow -- and worked to get Greg off, though clearly, he had other plans.

Greg pulled me -- by the hair, hot -- off of his cock, and angled my head up to his so he was looking me in the eye. "It's been over a week, hasn't it?" he asked me with a low, almost challenging tone. "Want to see what you've been missing?"

My heart rate began to rise. Holy fuck, it was happening. And it was so unceremonious, so unromantic. My pussy was practically gushing. This was perfect. I was just a thing for him to be used. Eagerly, I nodded, and he didn't even need to instruct me. I got up onto his bed and laid down, spreading my legs. He got used to me blowing him naked anyways (which usually meant whenever I visited him, he'd shut his bedroom door and snap his fingers, the signal for me to start undressing).

Greg removed his shirt and stared at my pussy, nodding approvingly. "I can see you're wet from here," he said softly. "You ready for this?" He grabbed his dick and started stroking it.

"Fuck yes, please," I practically moaned. "Just use me. Get off in me. Please."

Greg gave me a muted smile and got up on the bed, lining himself up with me. "It's going to hurt at first," he warned.

The smile I gave back was almost a drunken one. "Do you warn a fleshlight that it's going to hurt too?" I asked rhetorically.

He rolled his eyes and slowly pushed in. It helped that I was wet, but that didn't mean the first slide in wasn't painful. It was like a whole baseball bat was getting shoved up in there, splitting me in half. I groaned, feeling my poor pussy getting filled until it couldn't get filled anymore, and Greg kept going. When he saw pain on my face, he slowed down a bit, but he never stopped. Eventually, I felt his balls touching against me, and I groaned again.

"Jesus," I murmured.

"Yeah, I told you," he replied knowingly. He remained there for a bit before slowly sliding back and forth, the movements miniscule at first until my muscles finally got used to the feeling. At some point, the pain was almost gone -- never fully -- and the sensation of pleasure began building.

My eyes shot open and I slowly grinned. I was getting fucked. I was getting fucked by a guy that didn't even care about me as a stupid little girlfriend or whatever. This was great. My groans turned into sensual moans, but amazingly, Greg didn't care. I scored such a bullseye by picking him -- he was working away, just wanting to get off inside me. I couldn't stop moaning, and eventually, Greg rolled his eyes and covered my face with his hand. I was such an object. I was just being used for someone to get off. Holy shit.

As if that wasn't amazing enough, even while he had one hand on my mouth, his other traced my body down to my pussy, finding my clit. Slowly, he began to place his thumb on my clit and then rub around in gentle circles. I spasmed under his hand, nearly biting his fingers. Holy fuck. My clit and my pussy were on fire in different ways. Sounds and sights and smells exploded in front of me. I was so stimulated that I probably looked like I was having a seizure or something. Even then, Greg didn't stop, keeping up his thrusts and his attack on my clit, even as I practically screamed into his hand.

I was cumming. I felt it build up, and it released with an explosion like I'd never felt from my body before. I needed this. I deserved this. I was nothing but a free use slut, and this was my reward for being a good plaything. I wanted to be like this for everyone. This was my purpose. This was my destiny.

As if it couldn't get any more amazing, with a grunt, I felt Greg change. His cock throbbed inside me, particularly hard like it was going to grow. But instead of growing, I felt a new sensation. Cum. He was cumming inside me. I was his cum dump. He had his hand over my mouth to shut me the fuck up as he deposited his load into me like it was a normal thing. I shook and shuddered, with this new knowledge combining with his continued thrusts. I was cumming again. He was giving me rolling orgasms. Holy shit. I was crying. This was too fucking good.

I was still shuddering and shivering even when he stopped cumming, and when he breathed a few times afterwards then slowly took his cock out of me. Even the feeling of a dick exiting you was so unique. I rolled on to my side, shivering, giggling to myself.

"Oh, shut up," Greg said with a chuckle. "You liked it."

"I am so glad you don't have a girlfriend if this is how you fuck," I replied.

Greg paused, then gave that condescending chuckle. "You're really saying I'm bad at sex after I made you scream?"

"No!" I emphatically replied. "You're just so good at treating a girl like she's nothing but a whore," I practically purred. "I'm doing the world a service by keeping you away from other girls."

Greg chuckled again, then slapped my ass, hard. "You're not keeping me from other girls," he told me. "If you're good, I'll tell you if I fuck another girl."

I took in what he said. "One rule," I said, just as strongly. "If you fuck other girls, you have to use a condom with me."

He stared at me for a bit, then rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, I won't fuck other girls," he conceded. I giggled again.

***

"Okay, so I talked to Greg," I told Drew while we stood around in the hallway.

He put his phone away. "Go on!" he encouraged.

I breathed in and out. "Okay, so," I began simply, then giggled. "Uh, Greg and I aren't a couple, but we have... an arrangement." I so badly wanted to be that fearless girl who would nonchalantly say "yeah, we fucked. We fuck. So? Wanna get in on it?" but I was way too giggly and sex was way too new to me.

"An arrangement, huh?" Drew asked, egging me on.

"So, he and I, kinda sorta... y'know. We have, like, needs, right? He's fresh out of a relationship -- well, kinda -- and I... am bad at... talking to boys."

"Yeah, I noticed," Drew laughed.

"Boys I like, dummy," I growled. "Like, like like."

"Then I'll take that as a compliment," he laughed again.

"Oh my God, you dweeb," I laughed with him. "Don't even. Anyway, yeah. We have... we f-fool around a bit. A lot. But it's like, non-exclusive. So, like, if you -- if anyone wanted to -- oh my God, I'm going to kill myself."

My face was fully red, and Drew couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Wow, Ariel," he chuckled. "This is, like, the least smooth I've ever seen you, by a country mile." He adjusted himself. "So you two are friends with benefits, huh? You'd better be careful. If someone catches feelings, that could get awkward."

"Catch feelings? Have you met Greg?" I asked, and Drew laughed again, this time with me, thank God. "Nah, it's also very specifically anti-romantic."

Drew adopted a puzzled look. "Are you... what's the term... hate-fucking?"

I laughed again. I really appreciated how well he was taking this. "No, not quite, it's like a..." I paused. "Okay, so if I'm telling you this stuff, I'm telling you everything, and you can't judge. I'm super not used to telling anyone, so that's why I'm... y'know, like this."

Drew nodded. "Okay, tell me whatever then. It can be like, I dunno, practice for you to talk about this stuff. Tell me whatever, and I won't judge."

I nodded. "I am... into free use." I saw Drew's eyebrows shoot up, but I ignored that for my own sanity's sake. My heart was beating out of my chest like a goddamn Looney Tunes character. "I... sexually, I like the idea of just being used by someone to get off. I told Greg, and it's kinda the dynamic we have now."