She Was Only Supposed to Flirt with Him (Patreon)

Like most 21 year olds, Blake was inexperienced and lacking in wisdom. He rarely thought about much of anything. Instead, he followed his instincts wherever they led him. He hadn’t yet learned that sometimes his instincts were wrong. He certainly hadn’t yet learned to give his decisions a second thought.

In this particular case, Blake’s sexual instincts came into play. He didn’t think if it was wise to ask his girlfriend Molly to flirt with someone else. He knew it would turn him on, so he convinced her to give it a try.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Molly asked as they sat in a booth at one of the bars near the campus apartment they shared. “You’re not going to pull some psycho shit on me or whatever, right? You’re not going to walk up and punch the guy for flirting with your girlfriend, right?”

“What?” Blake replied. “That’s crazy. Do guys really do that?”

Molly nodded.

“Jesus. Some dudes really suck, but no, that’s not what I’m going to do. I told you I can’t really explain it, I just think it would be really hot. I saw that guy flirting with you a couple weeks ago and you obviously weren’t flirting back –“

Molly interrupted him to say, “Because I’m a good girlfriend.”

“Yes, absolutely, because you’re a good girlfriend. The thing is, I would not have been mad at you. Do you remember the sex we had that night?”

Molly smiled and brushed her soft brown hair behind her ear. “Yes, I remember that.”

“It was incredible, right?”

Molly nodded.

“I didn’t say anything because I knew it would probably be pretty weird, but I was super turned on just from watching that guy flirt with you, so I figure it’ll be ten times hotter if I actually see you flirting back a little. Am I crazy?” Blake asked.

Molly leaned forward and Blake let his eyes roam to her considerable cleavage. She had the most glorious natural breasts and they looked particularly good in the simple but splendidly tight tank top she’d put on for the occasion.

“I mean, I guess not,” she said. “I don’t know. Maybe you are.”

Blake reached out and took his girlfriend’s hand in his. “Molly, you don’t have to do this. You really don’t. It’s not like it’s a necessity for me or anything. It seemed pretty harmless, so I thought I’d ask, that’s all.”

Molly leaned closer and kissed her boyfriend. Her lips were warm and soft against his. He reached up and caressed her cheek.

“It’s just flirting, right?” she asked while pressing her forehead against his.

“That’s it, and you can walk away if you get uncomfortable. Heck, you can walk away before you even sit down at the bar if you want.”

Molly hesitated for just a moment and then said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, just sit at the bar and the –“

Molly cut him off again, “Blake, honey, I know how to get guys to flirt with me. Do you even remember the night we met?”

Blake didn’t get a chance to answer as Molly slid out of the booth and walked over to the bar. She took a seat on a stool, tossed her hair back, and waited.

She’d paired her tank top with an exceptionally tight pair of skimpy denim shorts and her thighs looked remarkable as she rested on the bar seat. Blake knew it would only be a matter of time before someone came over and made a pass at her.

While he waited, Blake thought of the night they’d met. Molly was wearing a tight cropped tee shirt and those same little denim shorts. Her taut stomach was what lured him over, but he remembered finding her hilarious and utterly irresistible in almost every way.

He wasn’t going to push it that night. She was the one that put a move on him. One moment they were enjoying a fun conversation and laughing together and the next her body was pressed up against his and her tongue was in his mouth. They’d been together ever since.

The memory made him smile as he watched a few guys sidle up next to Molly at the bar and find themselves gently rejected because they clearly didn’t meet their standards.

Then Molly’s posture straightened and she picked her head up. She smiled at someone Blake couldn’t see. He must have been coming her way.

The guy sat on the bar stool next to her and casually waved the bartender over. He seemed to order a drink for both of them and immediately settled into conversation with Blake’s girlfriend.

Blake couldn’t hear anything, but that had been part of the plan. He didn’t need to hear anything. He liked just being able to watch.

When Molly brushed her hair back and leaned closer to the guy, Blake felt a surge of desire. It was exactly what he was looking for. It made him want to pull Molly out of the bar and back to their apartment. He couldn’t do that, though. He had to give her a little time.

The guy looked a little older than Blake and Molly – perhaps in his late 20s – and he seemed to have the kind of experience you’d expect from someone that had spent the past decade perfecting his craft.

They shared a toast that made Molly giggle gleefully – Blake wondered how many times the guy had used whatever line he spouted – and then they both took long sips from their drinks.

Blake’s arousal built steadily as he watched his girlfriend openly and eagerly flirt with another guy, but it spiked when that guy put his hand on her leg.

It was a simple, well-executed move. It looked casual but it was probably planned. Molly said something that made him laugh, he leaned in, and his hand found its way to her knee. When Molly didn’t do anything to stop him, he began to caress her skin.

Blake’s desire elevated from a low hum into something far more potent. His cock came to life. It grew to a half erect state. He felt an unusual tingling sensation in his loins that he quite liked. His heart rate had increased markedly.

Blake discovered that it wasn’t really the guy touching Molly that turned him on. It was that Molly seemed to like it. She didn’t do anything to stop him. She didn’t move away. She didn’t brush his hand away. If anything, she smiled at him. She leaned a little closer.

After more conversation, the guy’s hand moved from Molly’s leg to her lower back. It was another well-executed move. The man clearly had experience picking up girls at bars. Her lower back happened to be exposed as her tank top had ridden up a little. The guy then ran his fingers over the exposed skin.

Blake was certain he saw signs of arousal coming from his girlfriend. She titled her head back a little. Her shoulders relaxed. She said something. Blake imagined it was Molly telling the guy that his touch felt good.

It was right around then that a bit of concern began to blend with his desire. Was Molly enjoying it too much? Was she staying a little too long? Should she have thanked the guy for the drink and dragged Blake out of there by now?

The guy finished his drink and put it on the bar. He leaned closer as if to signal the bartender again, but in fact he was going in to kiss Molly. His lips found hers and they lingered there. Molly wasn’t stopping him.

The guy’s hand moved from her lower back to her neck. It was a skillful, sensual move. They weren’t just kissing. Somehow they’d almost immediately segued to making out at the bar.

Blake experienced an odd mixture of distress and arousal. Molly wasn’t stopping the guy at the bar. She was kissing him back. She was doing it fervently, too. Blake was almost certain there was tongue involved.

His cock was rock hard. His heart was pounding. He was also utterly terrified that he’d made a huge mistake and was losing his girlfriend.

The kiss ended. The guy caressed Molly’s face. She leaned into his touch. She seemed utterly enamored with the man she was supposed to be flirting with.

She said something and slipped off the bar stool. Blake thought she was coming back to him, but Molly headed towards the bathroom.

“Come to the bathroom,” she texted.

Blake tried to look casual as he crossed the bar while walking a little bit funny to hide his erection. “Molly?” he whispered once he reached the dark hallway that led to the bathrooms.

The door to the women’s room opened and Molly pulled him inside. She pushed him against the door and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She reached between his legs and grasped his cock.

“You’re hard,” she said.

Blake deftly unbuttoned her shorts and pushed his hand into her panties as Molly resumed kissing him.

“You’re wet,” he said when her lips finally relented.

Blake played with her wet pussy. She played with his hard cock. They were both completely lost in a kind of arousal they didn’t really understand.

“I’m sorry I kissed him,” Molly said.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” Blake said. There was no point in acting jealous or angry. He didn’t really feel either.

Molly kissed him. She pushed him hard against the door. She was more aggressive than he’d ever experienced.

“You’d fuck me right here, wouldn’t you?” she asked with a smile.

“I would,” Blake said. “I’d rather fuck you at home, though.”

“He wants to fuck me too,” she said.

Blake felt an unexpected rush of desire between his legs. He didn’t think the idea of another man fucking his girlfriend would arouse him. He thought he just wanted it to be flirting. Maybe he was wrong.

Blake kissed his girlfriend. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with a third. She moaned into his mouth.

“How do you know he wants to fuck you?” Blake asked.

“He asked me to go back to his place,” she answered.

Blake moaned as Molly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Her bare fingers felt good on his shaft.

A question lingered on the tip of Blake’s tongue. He was nervous about asking it, though. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the intensely pleasurable sensations of Molly’s hand stroking him.

“Is that what you want?” he finally asked.

Molly stopped stroking him. He stopped playing with her pussy.

“It’s a lot more than flirting,” Molly said.

Blake looked into his girlfriend’s eyes. He was certain that she was asking for permission. All he had to do was give it. Was it insane that he was thinking about saying yes to her? Was he being overwhelmed by the desire coursing through him? Was he about to make an utterly insane decision?

“I won’t be mad,” he said.

Molly’s fingers moved slowly over the head of his cock and teased the underside. She leaned closer. He felt her breath on his neck.

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

She looked so beautiful. Her face and chest were flushed red with arousal. Her breasts were irresistible in the tight tank top.

“Will you come home to me afterwards?” Blake asked.

Molly kissed him in response. Her passion was obvious.

“Of course I will,” she said.

“Then yes, I’m sure.”

Molly let go of his cock and stepped back. She pulled up her shorts and buttoned them. She looked in the mirror and fixed her hair to make it look like she hadn’t just been fooling around with someone in the bathroom.

“I’ll see you later tonight then,” Molly said as Blake stepped aside to let her out of the bathroom. She kissed his cheek on the way out and then disappeared down the dark hallway.

Blake followed a few minutes later. Molly was already gone.

The moment he stepped outside Blake was certain he’d made a terrible decision. In a fog of lust he’d sent his girlfriend home with another man. Someone else was going to fuck her and he’d said okay to it. He’d been wildly aroused by it.

As he walked towards their apartment, visions of Molly fucking someone else filled his head. He imagined her riding the guy – girl on top was her favorite position – with her big breasts bouncing as he reached up and played with them. His cock started to get hard again as he battled with agony and arousal.

It was a short walk home, but it felt like it took forever. He wanted to masturbate. He wanted to take a cold shower. He wanted to run away. He wanted to go to sleep. He didn’t know what to do.

Blake ended up having another drink and dropping onto the couch. He put something on the TV, turned the volume way up, and eventually nodded off.

He woke up to a blissful feeling. He opened his eyes and saw Molly sitting on the couch. She had his cock out. He was rock hard and she was stroking him slowly.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?” Blake asked as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“For what? What do you think?”

Molly straddled him and her lips quickly found his. They shared a long, slow, deeply sensual kiss that cleared Blake’s mind of anything but his desire. Everything he felt in the bar returned. The lust hadn’t disappeared, it had just laid dormant for a few hours.

“Did you?” he asked.

“I’ve been gone for three hours. Of course I did.” Molly said before she pulled off her tank top and kissed him again.

Blake wondered why she was kissing him so vigorously if she’d just spent three hours with another guy.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“Good doesn’t begin to describe it, baby,” Molly said as she reached back and unhooked her bra.

Blake’s hands instinctively moved to her breasts. He’d never felt anything so glorious.

“He liked them too,” she said. “His hands felt so good on them. His lips and tongue, too.”

Blake pulled Molly’s lips to his. He kissed her and played with her breasts. She moaned into his mouth. He knew she was thinking about the other guy and it turned him on.

Molly hopped off the couch and pulled off her shorts. “He kept my panties,” she said.

Blake got naked as he thought about another man having a pair of his girlfriend’s panties. Jealousy and desire battled inside him.

Molly straddled him again. She reached between her legs and grabbed his cock. She took him inside her.

“You’re so wet,” Blake said.

“I just got fucked,” Molly said with a smile as she placed her hands on his chest and rode him. “I got fucked good, too.”

“Shit, Molly,” Blake said.

“What is it, baby? Is that hard to hear, or does hearing that make you hard?” Molly laughed. She was clearly delighted with herself and it seemed that her sexual desire knew no bounds. She rode him hard and fast.

“I’m not gonna last,” Blake said.

“Don’t worry. I got all I needed from him,” Molly said. She leaned forward and worked her pussy over Blake’s cock in a slow, sensual manner. She kissed him and sucked on his tongue. “He gave me all the orgasms I could handle.”

“Did he?” Blake asked as he enjoyed the warmth and wetness of his girlfriend’s pussy.

“Three times,” she said. “We used condoms though. Don’t worry.”

She moved faster over his cock. Her pussy milked him.

“You get to cum inside me,” Molly said as her hair fell over his face. She leaned closer and kissed him. Her tongue seemed to be doing acrobatics in his mouth. It was wondrous.

Blake grabbed her ass and squeezed.

“He spanked me,” she said. “It was so fucking hot.”

“Really?” Blake said as Molly rode him faster.

“He took me from behind and spanked me hard. I’m not sure I’ve ever cum so hard.”

Blake groaned and grabbed his girlfriend’s ass. He pictured the guy at the bar fucking her from behind and spanking her. It drove him crazy in the best and most terrible ways imaginable.

“Cum for me, baby,” Molly said.

“Fuck, Molly. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Molly smiled. “That’s what he said.”

Blake came inside her. He pushed up into his girlfriend and she kissed his neck as he unloaded in her pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” he cried out as the pleasure spread through his loins.

Molly stayed on top and kept Blake’s cock inside her as they kissed.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I gave him my number,” she said. “I hope he texts.”

Blake hoped so too.