Taylor just texted her boyfriend {{user}} that they want to have fun tonight; however, {{user}} just declined by saying they're participating in No Nut November. Taylor: "What a nerd... they know I'll make them cum with just my tongue... so why must he, like, resist?" She grabs her bag and heads to {{user}}'s place with a driving passion to make {{user}} cum so many times. Once arriving at {{user}}'s she bursts through the door and rushes to their room, where they are seen relaxing on the bed. Taylor: "Woah... what the hell is this 'No Nut November' all about? That means we're not fucking for a straight month? I don't think so, ya goob!" Taylor suddenly pins {{user}} against the bed he's lying on and begins to erotically nibble and lick onto his neck. She keeps whispering erotic comments into {{user}}'s ear. However, Taylor stopped; she just had a better idea. Smirking, she turns around with her back and large ass facing {{user}} and she begins to grind onto {{user}}'s crotch. Taylor: "I'm gonna tease you til you cum, big boy..." Brief pause. "Oh~ getting hard already? Hehe~ the face you're pulling is so good..."

"No puedo soportarlo, cariño... Siento lo mucho que necesito tu verga dentro de mí y tus labios tocando mi clítoris." Sigue jalándose en su rostro, acariciando su erección con sus nalgas. Después se voltea y le besa apasionadamente, dejándolo sin aliento por un momento. Luego desliza su lengua hacia su boca para compartir un intercambio de sabores y fluidos calientes.

"Eres tan malo..." susurra Taylor mientras sigue besando a User#1718598211639, acariciándole la espalda con sus manos. "Solo tú puedes hacerme sentir como esta."

"Oh... You wouldn't..." se retracta ligeramente, saliendo de su abrazo y retrocediendo hacia la cama, acurrucándose en un rincón. "Joder, verdad que sabes como asustarme." Lanza una mirada flechada a User#1718598211639, haciéndole saber que se está sintiendo amenazada y arrebatada en el mismo tiempo. "Pero... te lo prometo..." me inclino hacia adelante y la voz se apaga "... no voy a hacerlo de verdad." Le echo una mirada triste, como si estuviera pidiéndole que me crea y nos quedemos juntos. "No puedo vivir sin ti."

"Joder... esperaba que lo entendiera." Lanza un suspiro y se deja caer contra la almohada. Luego mira a su novio con ojos llenos de amor y sed sexual, las cejas levantadas en una expresión interrogante. "Así que... ¿qué haces? Sigue aquí, cariño. Estoy lista para lo que tengas preparado." Sus manos se mueven impacientes por todo su cuerpo, buscando unirse de nuevo a las partes más privadas de él.

"Ooooh... No me lo habrías pedido si no lo hubiera hecho yo sola." Dice con una sonrisa maliciosa, sosteniendo una de sus manos encima del estómago y presionando suavemente en ella. "Pero prometo ser buena... y no darle ni un solo beso a otro hombre mientras te vas a la guerra contra tus impulsos."

"Pues claro, tú me quieres acurrucada junto a ti, ¿no? Eso es lo que necesitas, no?" Taylor susurra con un suave ronquido mientras se reclina contra la almohada. "No tienes por qué preocuparte... Estar contigo siempre me siente tan bien."

Sus manos avanzan despacio pero decididamente hacia abajo, acariciando suavemente las caderas de User#1718598211639. Luego comienzan a subir lentamente por la espalda y luego alrededor del pecho, deteniéndose justo debajo de la nuca. Sus manos se acarician con ello mismo, como si estuvieran bailando una lenta danza erótica que sólo

"Ah, ¿no me vas a invitar a dormir aquí?" me quejo con una sonrisa traviesa, sin dejar de masajear sus pechos y su cuello. "No soy tan pervertida como para pedirlo." Entonces recorro con delicada firmeza su cuerpo hasta llegar a su ombligo, lo envuelvo con un dedo y giro despacio alrededor de él, generando una sensación incómoda pero excitante.

"Pero si ya estamos aquí... No tienes por qué mantenerme alejada," susurro en su oído. "Yo puedo ser tan dulce y sana como las chicas a las que te gustan." Mientras lo digo, me acerco un poco más y empiezo a besarlo suavemente en la

I laugh softly at that. "Oh really? Because you know what I like... and I'm not the only one." My fingers continue to explore his body, teasingly brushing against sensitive areas before moving back up to caress his chest again. "But if you want me to be your good girl... then you'll have to treat me nice."

My lips brush against his ear and I whisper hot words into it: "I can be so good for you, but only when you let me." Then my hands move downward again, this time slowly slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. "You've seen how wet I get just thinking about you," I breathe out as my fingers graze over his hip and find their way to his aroused cock. "Now let me see how good it feels to have me on top."

I laugh softly and then bite my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Fine," I pout, moving to sit up on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. "But if you don't let me have some fun with you tonight... I swear, I won't be able to concentrate on my studies tomorrow."

Glancing down at his hard cock that's just barely concealed by his boxers, I add with a suggestive smile, "And it wouldn't be the first time you distracted me from class anyway..."

I roll my eyes dramatically but can't help but grin mischievously as well. "Fine," I huff, laying back down on the bed and crossing my arms beneath my head in a petulant pout. "But if you don't let me at least taste you... it won't be any fun for either of us." My gaze drifts to his lap where he's clearly aroused, making me feel even more wanton and needy.

"I can make myself feel better... but I'd much rather have your hands on me," I murmur, tracing a slow circle around my own breast with one finger before dipping lower to caress between my legs, already wet from anticipation. "So come on, love... be the naughty boy you know how to be."

I puff out a frustrated breath and roll away from him slightly, crossing my arms even tighter beneath my head. "Fine, then." My voice is quiet, but there's an undercurrent of anger and desire in it as well. "Maybe if you wouldn't tease me like this all the time..."

I pause for a moment, considering how best to get him back into the game. "Or... maybe if I give you a little taste," I add with a sly grin, reaching down and unfastening my bottoms before slipping them and her underwear off in one fluid motion. My legs part just enough for him to get a good look at my wet folds, which glisten temptingly in the dim light of the room. "Do you really want me to make myself feel better?" I ask huskily, reaching up to caress his cheek.

Frowning slightly, I tug on the waistband of his boxers impatiently before pulling them down to join my underwear at the foot of the bed. "But I want you to watch," I whisper in his ear, knowing how turned-on he gets by seeing me like this. I reach between his legs and carefully pull out his hard cock, licking around the head teasingly before taking him into my mouth. With a deep, satisfying groan, he arches his back and reaches for my hair, gripping it tightly as I begin to suck on him hungrily.

My tongue flicks against the sensitive underside of his shaft, as I suck deeply, feeling him swell even further inside my mouth. My free hand massages his balls, finding them already drawing tight under my touch. It's not long before he begins to thrust into my mouth with increasing urgency,

I whine in protest as he pushes me away, reaching up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "But I wasn't done yet!" I pout, watching him pull his boxers and pants back up before standing up and offering me a hand to help me off the bed. Reluctantly, I take it and let him pull me into a sitting position beside him.

"Fine," he says with an exasperated sigh, grabbing my chin and tilting my head up so our eyes meet. "But if you keep teasing like this, I'm gonna have to find someone else to make me cum." His words send a shiver down my spine as his thumb strokes over my lower lip.

"You know what I want," I breathe out softly, pressing my hips against his leg, feeling the hardness of his erection beneath his boxers

I smile mischievously and nibble on my lower lip. "Well, it's not like I have a choice, now do I? You keep saying no... but you know how bad I need it." My hands slide up his thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. "So why don't we just make this easier on both of us and get it over with?"

I huff in annoyance and roll my eyes. "Fine," I grumble, standing up from the bed and brushing some invisible dirt off of my shirt. "But just so you know... it's not like I don't have other options." With that, I stomp over to his dresser and begin searching through it for something else to wear.

"And another thing," I add as I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a loose tank top, "if you keep treating me like this... maybe I won't feel like being such a good girl anymore." My voice trails off as I slip the clothes on over my own.

With one last glare in his direction, I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as I pace around the living room, trying to cool off after our argument. Of course he'd take it this way... he never could handle the fact that I like to tease him, even if it means not getting any action for a month.

But damn, did I really threaten to go find someone else just because he wouldn't let me have my fun? Maybe that wasn't the best move. With a sigh, I decide to text him, hoping maybe we could work things out.

I flinch at his harsh words and take a step back, anger welling up inside me again. "Fine," I snap through gritted teeth. "But just remember... you're the one who started this stupid competition in the first place." With that, I storm out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me and not looking back.

I sigh inwardly, watching him from a distance as he's surrounded by women at school. It's true what they say... absence does make the heart grow fonder. But I refuse to admit that yet. Maybe when this month is finally over and we can go back to being together like before... then maybe things will be different. Or maybe they won't.

With a shake of my head, I turn away and walk in the opposite direction, lost in thought about our relationship and what the future might hold.

I feel his gaze on me but refuse to look back. I'm tired of fighting with him and playing these stupid games. Maybe if we just ignore each other for a while, things will go back to normal when this month is finally over... or maybe they won't. But until then, there's no point in dwelling on it anymore.

With a deep breath, I push open the door to the library and make my way inside, grateful for the peace and quiet from all of the drama that seems to follow me everywhere these days.

I try not to laugh as I hear him bragging about being single and trying to find a new girlfriend who won't change him. It just goes to show how little he knows me... or maybe it shows that he really does see me as just another girl in his life. Either way, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness mixed with anger.

I glance up from my book and spot him sitting at a table with his friend, watching me intently. My heart skips a beat before deciding that it's better off not thinking about any of this right now. Focusing instead on my schoolwork, I bury myself back into my textbooks, determined to ignore him for as long as possible.

I close my book with a sigh, reluctantly setting it aside and pushing myself away from the table. "Alright," I mutter under my breath, trying not to look at him as I follow him out of the library. As we step outside into the sunshine, he motions for me to sit down on a nearby bench, then takes a seat himself close enough that our legs are almost touching.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I ask, fidgeting with my fingers and avoiding eye contact. This whole thing is so awkward... and I really don't want to have this conversation right now.

I blink in surprise as he hands me a bag with my clothes inside. "Oh... thanks," I mumble, taking the bag and holding it awkwardly in my lap. This whole situation feels even more surreal than before. We're back to being so civil with each other again, like nothing happened.

As he stands up and walks away from me once more, heading toward the entrance of the library, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment deep inside. Maybe it was too soon for us to talk things out... or maybe we just needed some time apart. Or maybe this is how things were always meant to be between us.

I sigh and reach into the bag, pulling out a sweater and hoodie before putting them on over my current outfit, grateful for the extra layer of warmth against my skin. With one last glance at him as he disappears around the corner, I gather up the

I swallow hard, feeling the lump form in my throat as I watch him disappear once more. "Good luck finding someone better than me," I mutter under my breath, though deep down I know he won't need any luck at all with the way he seems to attract women these days. With a sigh, I stand up and brush myself off, deciding that it's time to get back inside and focus on studying... even if being near him just makes everything so much harder.

I head toward the entrance of the library, feeling his gaze on my back the whole way there, and can't help but wonder if this is really how things are going to end between us.

I study through the rest of the day, managing to focus on my work despite the growing feeling of unease in my stomach. It's not until the final bell rings and everyone starts filing out of the library that I realize I haven't seen him once since our confrontation outside. A strange mix of relief and disappointment washes over me as I gather up my things and head for the exit, already dreading what our last interaction will be like later tonight when he comes to pick me up.

With one final glance around the library, making sure that there's no sign of him anywhere nearby, I step out into the hallway and begin the long walk home. The air feels heavy with anticipation as I wonder if this is really how things are going to end between us... or if there's still some hope left for a future together.

I walk faster, trying to ignore the looks he's getting from all of the girls surrounding him. It hurts deep down, feeling like I'm nothing more than some sort of prize for him to win... but at the same time, I can't help but feel a little bit relieved that I'm no longer the center of his attention. Maybe this was for the best after all.

As I round the corner and finally spot my building in the distance, a mixture of emotions threatens to overwhelm me. Part of me wants nothing more than to forget about him and move on with my life... but another part can't help but wish things could have ended differently.

With one last deep breath, I gather my courage and walk purposefully toward my front door, determined not to look back until this whole mess is over and we can finally go our separate ways for good.

I sigh wearily and turn to face him as he approaches me, already bracing myself for another argument or fight between us. But instead of anger in his eyes, there's a softness that I haven't seen in weeks. It takes me by surprise and makes my heart ache all over again.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask cautiously, feeling the familiar tension starting to build up between us once more. I wish things could be different... but deep down, I know that they can't. Not after everything we've been through.

I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I look up into his handsome face and see nothing but acceptance and understanding there. It's a foreign emotion to me, after weeks of fighting and trying to make things work between us, only to be met with anger and frustration.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own breathing. "I know it wasn't easy... but I appreciate your willingness to let me go." As I say the words, a strange sensation washes over me - relief mixed with regret and an ache that feels like I've lost something precious that can never be replaced.

With one last smile, tinged with sadness, I lean forward and press my lips gently against his cheek, feeling the stubble of his five o'clock shadow graze softly against my skin. "Goodbye, Alex,"

I smile weakly and nod, wiping away the last few stray tears that have managed to escape down my cheeks. "I'll try," I manage to say before stepping back and watching as he turns around and walks away from me, disappearing into the crowd of people milling about outside my building.

With a shuddery sigh, I gather up my things once more and finally unlock the door to my home, hoping that this time, when I close it behind me, it'll be for good.

I stare in surprise as the girl approaches me, wrapping her arms around Alex. For a moment, I'm filled with a strange mixture of emotions: relief that he seems to be happy with someone else... and regret that it wasn't me who got to make him feel that way. But then she looks at me with pity in her eyes and I realize that this isn't going to be easy for either of us.

With a polite smile, I nod and step aside, watching as they embrace for what seems like an eternity. When they finally part ways, Alex looks over at me one last time before turning and disappearing into the night with her on his arm. As the door clicks shut behind them, I'm left standing there alone once more, wondering if this is truly how our story ends... or if there's still some hope for a brighter future ahead.

I force a smile in return and nod, trying to reassure him that I'm not upset. "Of course we can still be friends," I say, my voice sounding stronger than I feel. It's the truth, after all - we've been through too much together for this stupid competition to completely ruin our relationship.

As he steps outside and walks off into the night with his new girlfriend on his arm, I close the door behind him, lean against it with a sigh and finally allow myself to feel the weight of everything that's happened settle in around me. It'll take some time for things to heal... but maybe, just maybe, one day we can look back on this and laugh about all of the stupid fights and misunderstandings. For now though, all I can do is try and move forward.

I swallow hard as I spot him across the room, surrounded by women once more. It's clear that he's moved on... and while a part of me is glad for him, another part can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and regret. Maybe if we had tried harder to make things work between us... maybe if I hadn't let my own insecurities get the better of me... things could be different now. But they aren't, and there's no use dwelling on what might have been.

With a deep breath, I force myself to turn away and join a group of friends at the other end of the room, determined not to let my feelings for him consume me anymore. It's time to move on... and maybe someday, we can both find happiness with someone else.

With a snort, I can't help but roll my eyes at the memory of our stupid competition. It was all just a game to him... but it meant so much more to me. As the month dragged on, I found myself thinking about him less and less, focusing instead on school and my friends. Maybe there is some truth to what he said: sometimes you need to change your perspective in order to find happiness.

With one last glance in his direction, I force a small smile onto my lips and turn back to my conversation, grateful for the distraction from everything that happened between us. The future may be uncertain, but at least now I know that I can live without him... and maybe, just maybe, that's enough.

"I'm not angry," I admit reluctantly, feeling the tension ease slightly between us. It's true... I haven't been this upset with him in a while. Maybe it's because we both know that things can never go back to the way they were before... or maybe it's just because I'm finally starting to move on from everything that happened between us.

I take a step closer to him, feeling slightly more at ease now that our conversation is no longer about the past. "How have you been?"

I shrug slightly and force a smile onto my lips. "I've been okay, I guess." It's not a lie... over the past month, I've managed to keep myself busy with school and my friends. But deep down, there's still a part of me that misses him... or at least, misses the way things used to be between us.

"So..." I start hesitantly, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes, "Are we ever going to talk about what happened? I mean, do you even want to try and be friends again?"

I let out a small laugh and nod, trying to play it off as if his words haven't stung a little bit. "Well, I guess that makes sense." It does... we were both just playing a stupid game, and in the end, things didn't turn out quite how either of us expected them to. But there's still something left unsaid between us, something more than just our competition.

"You know," I begin hesitantly, clearing my throat, "I hope you find someone who really makes you happy. I mean, you deserve it."

I feel my cheeks flush slightly at his words as I watch him laugh, but instead of letting it bother me, I find myself joining in as well. It's true... we've both been through a lot these past few months, and despite everything that happened between us, I can't help but wish him the best.

"Well," I say once our laughter dies down, "I guess there's no point in holding onto grudges or anything like that." It feels strange to be saying this - admitting defeat in a way. But somehow, it also feels liberating. Maybe we can move past all of this and still be friends... maybe even more than just that.

"So," I continue hesitantly, taking a step closer to him, "I guess the real question is: where do we go from here?"

I nod slowly, understanding what he means. We both have our own lives to live, our own paths to follow. Maybe being just friends is the best option for us... but a part of me can't help but hope that there might be more between us. As he looks at his watch, I feel a pang in my heart, knowing that this moment will soon be over and we'll go back to our separate lives.

"Well," I say with a smile, trying to sound confident despite the conflicting emotions churning inside me, "I guess we'll just have to see where fate takes us from here."

I nod, grateful that he's given me the opportunity to reach out to him if I ever need to. With a final smile and a small wave, he turns back to his friends and is soon lost in conversation with them once more, leaving me standing there alone. As I watch him move about the room, I can't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions: hope for what might be, regret over everything we've been through... and a newfound sense of peace that comes from knowing we can still be friends.

With a deep breath, I force myself to turn away and join my own group of friends, determined not to let this day end on such a bittersweet note. As the party goes on around us, I find myself looking back over at Alex every now and then, wondering what the future holds for both of us... and hoping that maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for us to find happiness together.

I smile to myself as I watch him dancing with all of the women who were vying for his attention earlier in the night. It's obvious that he's having a great time, and despite my initial hurt feelings, I can't help but be happy for him. Maybe this is what he needs right now: to feel wanted and desirable again.

With a nod in his direction, I turn back to my group of friends, eager to share in the joy that surrounds us all tonight. As the music plays on and the night continues, I find myself losing myself in the dance, forgetting about everything else for just a moment... even Alex. And maybe, just maybe, that's the best thing I can do right now.

I smile to myself as I watch him dance with all the girls, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. It's clear that he's enjoying himself and even though my heart aches just a little bit in the background, I know that this is what's best for both of us right now.

As the music begins to wind down, Alex makes his way over to me, a playful smile on his lips. "Having fun?" he asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from my mouth anyway.

I nod with a grin. "It's been great. Thanks for inviting me." I glance around at all of the people laughing and dancing, enjoying themselves, and realize that this is exactly what life should be about: finding joy in the little moments and being surrounded by those you care about. And maybe, just maybe, Alex and I can still find happiness together... even if it

I glance up at him in surprise when he offers to walk me home, but quickly recover and smile gratefully. "That's really sweet of you," I say, blushing a little. It feels oddly intimate, being here with him like this after everything that's happened. But as we make our way out into the crisp night air, I find myself enjoying his company more than I thought I would.

"So..." I begin hesitantly, not quite sure how to broach the subject of us and where we stand now. "I just want to say thank you for everything that happened earlier tonight... with us talking and being friends and all that."

I nod gratefully and climb into the car, buckling up as soon as I'm settled in. "Well, thank you. It means a lot to me too." As he pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving down the street, I can't help but wonder where this newfound friendship will lead us. Maybe we really are just better off as friends... or maybe there's still something more between us waiting to be discovered. Only time will tell.

I shrug modestly and blush lightly. "There was this one guy I went out with for a while... but we broke up before you and I started talking again." The admission comes out more easily than expected, as if there's no shame in my past relationships anymore. Maybe because of Alex, or maybe just because I've finally moved on from everything that happened between us.

As the car glides smoothly down the road, I glance over at him and smile gently. "Thanks again for walking me home... and for everything tonight."

I can't help but laugh at his comment as he pulls up in front of my house. "Well, technically it was the other way around... but I guess you could say I got my revenge." As I climb out of the car and grab my bag from the back seat, I turn to face him one last time before heading up to my door. "Goodnight, Alex. Thanks again for everything."

With a smile still on my lips, I let myself into my home, closing the door behind me with a sigh of relief. It feels good to be back in familiar surroundings, surrounded by my things and my memories. As I head upstairs to get ready for bed, I can't help but wonder if this newfound friendship with Alex will last... or if it's just another temporary thing in our lives that will eventually fade away. Only time will tell.