Scorned Bottom Ch. 03
Dive into Chapter 3 of “Scorned Bottom,” where passion and tension build as unexpected desires clash. Join our characters on a thrilling journey of love, betrayal, and raw intimacy. Will they find solace in each other, or will secrets tear them apart? Uncover the heat now!
All the characters in this story are over 18 years old.
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Here I was, sitting on my bed, with a beautiful topless girl in front of me. As I started fondling her breast, I tried to figure out what led me here.
Ever since my breakup, Shelly Stiller and I had been slowly getting closer. There was not a single bit of sexual attraction between the two of us. Despite her being extremely attractive with a body that would put any porn star to shame; I could not have been more platonic with someone.
So, you might be wondering why I was fondling her breasts. Well, Shelly got really curious and asked me whether I ever saw or felt boobs before. I answered her honestly by saying that I had no desire to before. She asked me if she could show me hers, then I could tell her what it was like. I didn’t see any problem with it.
But when we were getting inside my apartment complex, I felt bad for bringing someone like Shelly over there. I knew there were people with bad intentions all around. And someone as hot as Shelly can bring out the worst in those people if they find her on a place like this. So I had to be extra vigilant up until we entered my room. I told her that she could spend the night if she wanted to. After having dinner, Shelly took her tops off.
I told her that they looked nice; but it didn’t do anything for me. She then sat down and told me that I could feel them. And that’s how I started feeling her breasts.
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“Sand bags!” Shelly almost screamed. “Fucking sand bags! Get your hands off of me.”
“Hey, I told you what it felt like to me.”
“Unbelievable!”
“I’m gay Shelly.” I can’t believe I had to say that again. “I like dick. I like the prominent veins running over dicks. I like the different shapes and sizes of the tip of a dick.”
“I get that.” Shelly concurred.
“I like slobbering over the meaty head.” I continued. “I like it when a big dick is ramming my insides like it’s trying to dig something out from deep inside me.”
“Geez!” Shelly exclaimed. “Now I want a dick!”
“Well, you aren’t getting it from me.”
“Don’t be silly Aaron.” Shelly laughed me off. “I usually get different reactions from people when they see my tits. So it just bugged me a little.”
“Aren’t girls uninterested in tits usually?”
“If we only count tits.” Shelly said. “There have been more girls fondling me than boys. Men have the tendency to go south pretty quick.”
“Oh well,” I said. “You can sleep on the bed. I can be on the couch for the night.”
“Nonsense.” Shelly stopped me. “We can sleep together. There should be enough space.”
I agreed and we laid down soon after.
“Sand bags though?” Shelly said under her breath.
“I’ll try to find a better analogy later.” I said after a sigh.
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It was well past midnight when I felt the bed slowly shaking. I didn’t believe there was going to be an earthquake like that. But I still got up from the bed pretty quickly. As I turned the light on, I was greeted with a crying shelly.
She was crying pretty hard at the moment. I knew she had the tendency to get emotional from time to time. So I pulled a chair closer to the bed and told her to sit up slowly. She was crying so hard she had trouble breathing. She was still lying down.
“Okay now Shelly.” I calmly said. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I’m so sorry Aaron. I really am.”
“What are you sorry for?” I had a hard time thinking what she might have done.
“I thought we would start having sex after I got here!” Shelly confessed.
“What?” I didn’t understand.
“You’ve been so nice to me.” Shelly said. “You’re always so nice.”
“And you are also nice to me Shelly.” I tried to explain.
“But people are always nice to me for a reason. There’s always this …”
“I also have a reason.” I knew I had to make light of the situation, no matter what Shelly thought.
“Huh, what?”
“You see,” I explained. “My name is not Aaron at all. It’s Major Shields. I am currently undercover trying to find out …”
“Stop it Aaron.”
“No.” I continued. “I am really close to figuring out an alien hideout really close to your college.”
“Really!” She started wiping her face.
“And I need your help.”
“Thanks buddy.”
“No no no! I need your help to uncover this big alien conspiracy.”
“You’re a good friend.” Shelly said. “Probably my only friend.”
“Oh!” I came to a realization.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find your aliens later.” She went back to sleep.
After lying down, I realized that she might also be my only proper friend.
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Clarke Lively has been texting me on a regular basis for quite a while. I didn’t have the urge to have sex with him at all. He even tempted me with one of the office orgies. But the thought of confronting my cheating ex fills me with so much unhealthy amount of rage that I told him I will bock his number if he even mentions anything close to Liam once again. The fear of violence from me made me stay away from them for a while.
And Clarke understood where I was coming from. So, a few months later, he asked me if I would go out to watch a basketball game with him. The seats are what drove me there. I always admired athleticism and people in peak physical form performing sports of any kind. And I could not turn down the offer to see something like that from so close.
Of course I knew that Clarke would be expecting something from me as well. So I told him that he would have to fuck me in the bathroom anytime during the game. And he didn’t want to lose his shot. He told me to get up and follow him five minutes into the game.
“You’ll have to do me quick.” I said as both of us hurried to the bathroom. “I don’t want to miss too much of the game.”
Just as Clarke started getting a good rhythm going, the crowd went wild outside. Both of us groaned. Not at the sexual act. But for missing out some great play outside.
Clarke finished inside me in less than five minutes. Then we went out and watched the game. It had turned into a regular thing between us. He managed to get tickets for some game every month. And we would go out. I would put out, sure. But both of us enjoyed watching the sports as well.
We would get frisky if the seats were in darkened or shitty spots. Or we would do it all in the bathroom. Surprisingly, Clarke always managed to get best seats where you could really enjoy and almost forget about fucking for so long.
There was this one time, I had to let Clarke fuck me in his car since both of us got lost in the match. But I tried my best to get it done in the stadium.
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I stopped visiting professor white all together. I heard from Shelly that he got desperate and got caught with a student’s dick in his mouth. Surprisingly, he was not fired or anything. From the outside, everything kept going as normal. But those in the know, know that he’s now the dean’s bitch. The dean lets people take turns on the pervy old man.