I, meanwhile, had never been in a serious relationship. In looking back, I think part of me knew that none of the boys I had been intimate with could ...offer me what I wanted, even if at the time I couldn't have put it into words. I rebelled against my desires, thinking that if I were strong enough, I could push them away. I cut my hair short, and got piercings and adopted a hard personality. This served me well at University, and got me a degree with honors in history, though I have no idea even. I hurried through the adjoining garden-gate and approached her. "Come on lick my pussy before my girlfriend arrives, you can have suck on my chocolate cunt!". I went down her raven-haired pussy and began licking and sucking on her pussy, it tasted superb, her juices and the melting chocolate. "Right, fuck me with the other bar of chocolate, go on, shove it right up my cunt!". I obliged, and thrust the bar deep into pussy, she moaned and sighed; "Right stick two bars up there, go on, now!",. Twenty minutes later she arrived wearing a gray sweatshirt and black sweat pants. Her hair was wet, having just gotten out of the shower herself. She was carrying a small blue bag. "Hello," she said stepping forward to kiss me.She pressed her lips to mine, shoving her tongue into my mouth. She took control of my mouth, pinning my tongue to the floor of my mouth. I succumbed to her commanding tongue. I was hers, my tongue just an extension of my being. She broke the kiss. "I need to use you,". A bellini was usually her drink of choice but tonight she didn’t feel like drinking. An hour ago Chelsea had arrived home to find her fiancé Andy in bed with their next-door neighbor. She felt hurt and rejected and could not for the life of her think of what she had done to send him running in the other direction. Checking her phone she saw that she had six text messages and four missed calls, all from Andy. Chelsea sighed and went through the motion of sipping her drink. She surveyed the room..