Chapter 4 of Pete and Naomie took longer as expected, was a kind of puzzle and is shorter, because the story evolves more than i awaited. With a cliffhanger i laid the fundament for at least 2 chapters, and i have more ideas to continue. Creating and writing is fun, hope you enjoy reading it....

Chapter 04

A new day, I woke up late -no problem- as always with morning wood, thought about yesterday... about Naomie, yes, I liked her. Oh... yesterday, for sure, was a good day: I lost my virginity... she blew me, or did I fuck her mouth... and the stuff in the toilet, dirty and kinky, I remembered how she looked and smelled... butand yes... itit happened for sure. And after that: No cleaning up... just dirty as we were... romantic, kissing... cuddling... horny... all afternoon... Yes, we took a shower, later... and went out, talked a lot. We enjoyed a nice restaurant with good food and a film, a thriller, really interesting.

I stood up... took a long shower. After what happened yesterday. I was not in the mood for jacking off. I put on my bathrobe and went to the kitchen, prepared coffee and heard my phone beeping. I looked. It was Naomie... fun... aI answered her video-call.

Like me, she just came out of the shower, was dressed in bathrobe... a tighter model than mine. “Morning, did you miss me.” she asked.

“Yeah, missed you... in many ways”

She smiled. “Me too. I miss you too, I wanted feelhandle you next to me, your morning wood... but you are not here...” you did yourself?

Nice... good she I missed me... and... like yesterday... talking about my dick the wood question.. “Eh, I can come to you now... if you like... I am free all morning.”“Still not did... cutie.”

“Sorry, better not... my maid works this morning, cleaning the mess you madeYou not did?.” He smiled. “ You handled your morning wood, I presume?I don’t believe you... Proof it...”

The mess I made? “Think we did the mess together, cutie... and I agree, it needs cleaning. You have a maid... that’s a surprise. And about handling myself... I did not babe... somehow, I am not in the mood...”

“Hmm... the mess, it’s caused by you... you took me, not once, a lot of times, you did real dirty stuff to me... like a real man does, I liked it and you... you don’t deny it. And you did nothing with your hard thing?. .. not in the mood?... that is not you. I know you like to jack off.... more than daily... so... I do not believe you.” She straightened up herself like she wanted show her tits, they just stayed inside her bathrobe.

“Careful Naomie, your breasts can pop out like that. “ I commented smiling about her action. “And, you are right, I masturbate a lot... but still not today... still have my morning wood...“

“If that is true... proof it...” she flapped out.

For sure, she was blunter than me, how she awaited I would react... how to proof it. I got an idea, maybe it was a longshot, but worth a try, why not. I opened my bathrobe... took my phone and pointed the camera to my hard cock.III

“Wow.... Hard and dripping... dirty. If you were here... fun... we could solve this... dirty boy. Why you went at home last night...” Her voice sounded worried.

“Thought is was better, but... I not really wanted... in fact I would have liked to stay with you...” I defended me. “But... eh...during dinner, the cinema... you reacted... don’t know how to say... different, not happy... I did not understand why, maybe we went to fast, maybe you wanted slow down...so I not dared to ask... not wanted to push you... or... my luck... felt better for our eh...”

She interrupted me... a bit sad. “Come on... Pete... I appreciate you think about me, care about me... us...but during dinner... the film, you started acting like a normal date: thinking and caring about me, not yourself. Result: no kiss, no touching, no dirty talk, no sexual signals. And you know what I want: a real man, not thinking but doing, indecent, impolite. .. yes... in public to. I hoped... awaited not a lot, a little bit... I want to feel desired... getting nothing at all changed my mood. The biggest deception yesterday was that you went at home, without me. I wanted something more from you..."

She really surprised me, I had not realized how she thought, what she wanted... but should have known better. I did not know what to say, instead I stared silent at her.

“Pete, do not act as a sissy... if you know what that is. I understand its new for you... having a woman.... And your first one... is like me... “she said. “Be a man... tell me what you think, want... now.”

What I think... want... a big chaos started growing inside my head... like... I am not a sissy... or... I not wanted to lose Naomie and saw that happening at this moment... or... In my mind echood: “Be a man...” What was a man according her... The words “real man” popped up in my chaotic mind. Above that: my bathrobe felt open... it felt like loosing control, becoming overwhelmed by the chaos... Then, something flipped inside.

I did something I never did, not so strange: I never was in a situation like this. I put the phone in front of me on the kitchen table, pointed it at me, stood up, dropped of my bathrobe, stood in my Adam’s costume. Don’t know why, showing myself to Naomie felt good. I took a deal breath, went a step further, took my hard cock in my hand. “My eh.... morning ritual... normally with some stimulation... a nice vid.... hardcore of course...” I slowly moved the foreskin.

I know she liked what I did, but she acted shocked: “What is this... this is... improper...” She licked her lips, her eyes were attached to her phone.

“Eh... and I want some stimulation... from you... and not maybe... I need it.” I got in the mood, in a way curious what Naomie would do.

“You piece of shit... who you think you are...” she continued still acting shocked, but in the same time sat up more straight. Because of that her hard nipples showed through the thin fabric of her bathrobe.

“Eh, hello cutie... I am not your piece of shit... I am your man...” I said and pulled my cock. “And you are wet... ask yourself why... slut...”

She licked her lips again, gave in to me... laughed aloud. “Of course I am... I am always wet... more when I see cock with my horny bastard -you- attached to it. What stimulation do you wanna get from me Pete... my tits or... We don’t have much time... when my maid arrives, your fun is over...“

Your... my fun is over... my fun? It not really sipped in... But she was right: I did not have much time... her maid...and I really wanted more of Naomie... wanted take advantage of the moment... no of her. I quickly said: “Cunt, show me how you play with your clit... Naomie...”

“Hmm... you not changed... dirty and demanding... you are scum...” She put her phone down, opened her legs. Her intimate parts were hardly covered by a minuscule tanga, wet... almost transparent. ” Like this?”

My cock twitched. “Hmm... nice...” I moved my hand, felt good. “Damn... why woman wear underwear like this... it’s no use...” A big drop sticky stuff came out of my dick, I smeared it over the head. “Pull it down, play with yourself... I want to see your finger in your cunt... babe.”

She pushed a finger inside herself. “Hmm... Pete.” And then pulled her finger out, I could not see it, I heard she licked it clean, softly moaning.

“Slut... put a finger in your ass too... “I move my hand my hand a bit faster, cupped my hairy balls. I repositioned the phone, felt good that she could see me, made me more horny, harder.

She changed her phone position too, more to her behind. “Oh yes’s... you are jacking off... always a dirtbag... love it... but... a finger in my butt... not possible Cherie... it is... occupied, full...” She opened her buttocks, I saw a jewel covering her asshole. I had seen that before... in porn, recognized it: a butt plug... “I must prepare myself for your size... without eh... training... your dick will be “a pain in my ass” so to say: you are too big.”

“You want me to fuck your behind... too?” I was not surprised, never really thought about fucking ass, of course saw a lot porn with that... Now I just wanted hear her say it...

She pushed two fingers deep inside, massaged with her thumb her clit...moaned... “Of course... real man use all holes... so as you wifey... I must be prepared...” She enjoyed her fingers, pushed a third one inside, I could see she became more excited. “... and don’t worry... you are not the first in my ass... it is fun... most times...sometimes painful in the beginning.”

I tried to imagine putting my dick in het asshole... Would her butt be as tight as her cunt? I had no idea. What I saw on the internet, the porn that excited me most, the ass fucked girls not always enjoyed it... it was painful for them. I just looked, never thought about pain, enjoyed the vidz, just jacked off... And now it became within reach, a possibility... could be fun, but not if it was hurting Naomie, that felt not... good, honest to her “Oh... I will fuck your cunt... and maybe stuff your ass... careful. It must be fun for me... and for you too”

Naomie moaned: “Aghr... almost there...“ The view on my phone changed from her cunt and ass to her complete in the kitchen chair... her bathrobe and legs open, her hand in her cunt. “You start thinking too much again... real man do, not think. If you use me... you will hurt me... sometimes... belongs to having a real man... and a bit of pain makes -most times- good sex better.” Then she orgasmed, strong... almost fell off her chair.

And had no time to absorb her words, did the same as her... getting over the edge and it liberated me from a lot of tension. I spurted big, strong, a few times, the last on the front of phone, was happy, proud that to show that to Naomi. I wanted say something nice and dirty to her, instead of that I heard a strange sexy voice saying: “Good qadib... and a lot of sperm...” The videocall abruptly disconnected. What the fuck was this, who was with Naomie. Damn... her maid caught her.... and me too...

In one way, I felt happy: I knew I did not loose Naomie... in another way I felt dirty, ashamed, embarrassed: a stranger saw me naked, and... finish, ejaculate... private... intimate things. I tried to phone her back, got no answer.

After 15 minutes, I received a short message: “Sorry, the maid trapped us.” I send her back my worries, my discomfort. She tried to comfort me, wrote me not to worry and -somehow cryptic- it was and will be fun. Fun how? Fun what? For the time being I decided not to ask more. I needed time to let I sink, time to think, so I said I would talk to her later