1. A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2)


    Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    It had been seven months since I fucked Angie, my (mostly) lesbian roommate. It happened when Angie, to everyone's surprise (including her own), became attracted to a guy at her gym. Not wanting to scare the guy off by being totally inept in bed, she asked to practice straight sex on me first. Being the nice guy I am, I agreed to teach her. As it turned out, she was a natural! Okay, when you summarize it like that, it sounds pretty unbelievable, I know. But it really did happen, I swear. I wrote about it in a story called Straight Practice here on this site. Since then, it had been kind of an unspoken thing between us. The worst was just afterwards. I couldn't get that night off my mind. I went through several boxes of tissues replaying it in my imagination. When she was around, I had to mentally distract myself, thinking about baseball or the Golden Girls, so I wouldn't get awkwardly hard. But she was dating the gym guy - Nick, his name was. I met him a couple of times. He seemed alright; not really someone I'd see myself wanting to hang out with on a regular basis, but he wasn't a complete dick. And Angie seemed happy with him, at least for a while. Meeting him was always sort of awkward. There was that secret unspoken knowledge constantly at the front of my mind: Dude, I fucked your girlfriend before you did. By the time things with Nick were beginning to cool off for Angie, I'd met someone myself. Her name was Shriya. She was a few years younger than I was and worked at ...
    the same grocery store as me, as one of the cashiers. After I quit that job, we stayed in touch, and things just developed from there. Shriya's family had moved to the US from India when she was just nine years old, and she spent her entire adolescence growing up around American kids. Her parents were very conservative in their Indian values, attending all the cultural festivals at the community center in full traditional Indian dress, going to temple regularly, gossiping with others in the Indian community. Shriya hated it all. She rebelled against their authority every chance she got. If they told her to stay home, she'd sneak out of the house after they'd fallen asleep and stay out all night. If they told her to dress modestly, she'd pack a sexy outfit and change into it as soon as she was out of her parents' sight. If they wanted her to study business at Harvard, she studied art at Clinton State. If they expected her to marry a nice Indian boy, she dated every race she could find, but Indian. And her sacred virginity? Forget about it. She was wild, and up for pretty much anything that seemed like it might be fun. And, for now, that seemed to be me. She was really cute: dark skin, black hair, almond shaped brown eyes, a deceptively sweet smile, and a petite five-foot-three frame. We'd been dating for about four months. The sex was great and frequent. But even when we weren't having sex, I just liked hanging out with her, going to movies, walking in the park, going out to ...
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