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Act Right Part 1

"Some real events mixed with a bit of fantasy... It's a really long story"

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Nichole had spent the last few days doing nothing but sleeping and working. She groaned every single time her phone went off. Didn't people understand that her job at McDonald's made her absolutely loathe human interaction? She had almost reached the point where she felt she was about to snap at the next customer to catch an attitude with her. When she finally got home, that was her time to enjoy silence and peace. She no longer had to put on a fake smile, or pretend to care about people and their petty wants and needs for the fast food she once loved, but was quickly starting to hate.

R: WYD?

She inhaled deeply as she read over the notification, trying her hardest to contain her irritation. Usually she would be happy to receive any sort of contact from him, but today she could care less. He had a girlfriend, and had moved to another state, why was he even worried about what she was doing? She rolled her eyes as she tossed her phone on the bed and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower.

After she undressed, she took a minute to admire her naked body in the mirror. She had lost 25 pounds, but she still viewed herself as fat. Although she had been told repeatedly she was curvy in all the right places, when she looked in the mirror she simply couldn't see it. She saw her curly hair, that refused to grow past the middle of her back, which wasn't very long because she was only 5'1. She saw 40DD breasts that surely weighed way more than what she wanted them to. She saw an ass that filled out all her yoga pants, but still didn't meet the standards she wanted for her ass, but most of all, she saw a stomach that was no longer flat like it was in her teens.

The only thing she seemed to like about herself was her eyes. They were a green hazel, that had two shades of green around the outside of her iris and beautiful amber spikes around her pupil. People who spent far too much time with her had even stated that her eyes had a habit of changing shades depending on what she was wearing, but she never noticed it and thought they were crazy.

She couldn't help but think of how Ryan had told her how much hotter she would be if she had lost a little weight. She had been so offended, but she knew he was right. Now that she had lost some of that weight, she still wasn't satisfied. She yearned for the flat stomach, thin thighs, and stick figure beauty of the girls she idolized. Finally, when she was done picking herself apart she got in the shower, and as much as she hated to think about it, she couldn't help but think of Ryan.

Her skin grew hot as images of the first time she tried to take him inside her filled her mind. She was 17, and had only been with someone much smaller than him. Coincidentally, his name was also Ryan, but he was white. The white Ryan had been her first, and he was considerably smaller than the black Ryan, but they were both so very good in bed, in very different ways. The first time she tried to take the black Ryan inside her, he simply couldn't fit. They tried multiple times, in multiple ways, but no matter what, he simply couldn't fit.

Years later, she approached him again, and demanded they try again because the fact that there was a dick she couldn't handle wasn't sitting well with her. Throughout the washing and shaving that her shower required, thoughts of the two of them filled her mind, and as the last of the conditioner was being rinsed from her hair, signalling the end of her shower, she closed her eyes and allowed her hands to roam lower and lower. Her left hand slowly massaged each breast, slowly tweaking each nipple as her right hand impatiently made its way between her legs.

"Fuck..." she whispered to herself, using her middle and ring finger to slowly massage her clit.

It wasn't long before her back was pressed against the shower wall and her right leg was propped up on the side of the tub as she roughly sank two fingers deep inside her dripping wet cunt.

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She bit her lower lip and whimpered slightly as the memory of Ryan filling her tight cunt with his big dick remained burned in her memory. She rolled her hips into her hand as she remembered how she could barely fit her hand around him, how he was so big that she choked without even having half of him in her mouth. She bit her lip as she remembered how quickly her jaws ached from sucking his dick, and she violently rubbed at her clit as she started to think of the bruises that she had as a reminder the day after. The images of him spanking her, pinning her hands above her head, pulling her hair, and choking her as he forced every inch of his manhood inside her were almost too much for her to handle.

It wasn't long before her body tensed and she closed her eyes as tight as she could, closing her legs around her hand, and trying her hardest to remain quiet so no one in the house would hear her. As her orgasm faded she sighed and turned the water off. It wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hated it, but she missed him. Why couldn't he date her and not some bitch in another state? Why did he feel the need to go take care of some other bitches kids, when she didn't have any at all? She knew she could have made him happy if given the chance. The bitch he was with wasn't even cute. It wasn't just because she obviously weighed more, there was just something about her face... Her eyes... It was definitely her eyes. Reluctantly, she tried to put away her jealous feelings and got out of the shower to get dressed and go text Ryan back, knowing she would probably regret it later.

N: Wishing you were here, and you?

She bit her lip as she waited for his reply, sitting on her bed with a towel wrapped around her. She was surprised when she received a text back so quickly.

R: Why do you wish I was there? 
N: I miss you...
R: What do you miss?
N: You know what...
R: Tell me anyway
N: I miss your dick... I miss having you inside me... I miss screaming your name... I miss being sore the day after seeing you, I miss the bruises... I miss you... 

R: So you miss this dick?

She bit her lip as she stared at a picture of the dick she had so desperately wanted for the past few years. Sex hadn't been the same after him. He had warned her that after he was done she wasn't going to want to go back to little dicks, and she had laughed, but he was so right. She craved him, every inch of him, and anyone smaller than him simply wasn't enough. She hated everything about him, yet she wanted him so badly. She couldn't stand how weak she became when it came to him. Even when she decided she no longer wanted to speak to him, something always brought her back to him.

N: Why do you keep teasing me if you're not coming back?
R: I'm trying
N: Well try harder!! 
R: You can't handle me anyway
N: Okay and? It's almost your birthday! How am I gonna give you birthday sex when you're so far away?
R: So if I was there you would want it?
N: Is that even a question?
R: You still live in the same spot?
N: Don't play with me... You know damn well I haven't moved.
R: Come outside...

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To be continued if there's any interest... 

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