Unexpected Affections
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 30
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 30 - Oliver is surrounded by friends and loves his nerdy life, but after entering a silly Dating App contest his life starts to turn upside down. This is a slow-burn harem story about a big (in size and quality) nerd and the various women in his life.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex Petting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Size 2nd POV
You were humming to yourself as you worked in the kitchen. Music would have been nice to cook to, but you were trying out a new recipe and had the YouTube video up on your tablet instead. ‘Mashed Cauliflower’ sounded like a poor replacement for mashed potatoes, but this recipe had cream cheese and a bunch of other stuff in it - all of it low or no carb, just like Hannah had ordered.
Carbs, it turned out, were pretty much everything delicious except for meat. Your options had become very limited.
Your body still ached from your second workout earlier that day. Hannah hadn’t been trying to ‘find your limits’ this time, so in some ways, it had been easier. She’d been demanding though, pushing you to reach your limits again, and right at the end she’d pushed you to get another couple of minutes in on the stationary bike. The bike was actually nice - you hadn’t ridden a bike since you were a kid - except that the fucking tiny little seat felt like it was going to either sodomize you or cut off your balls if you shifted the wrong way. You were already considering if they would let you bring in your own bike seat.
The door to the apartment opened and Hikaru came home from her afternoon shift.
“Hey!” you said from the kitchen. “How was work?”
“Really good,” Hikaru said, coming through to you. She was wearing a casual t-shirt and jean shorts, the unofficial uniform of the coffee shop, and you could see where her apron had been pressing into the shoulder of her shirt all afternoon based on the crease in the fabric. “I’m, like, tired, but I made some good tips and Paula said I’m ready to start taking morning rush shifts.”
“Is she treating you well?” you asked.
“She’s amazing,” Hikaru smiled as she hugged you hello. “Best boss I’ve ever had.”
“She’s the only boss you’ve ever had,” you chuckled.
“Well, officially,” she said. “I’ve had managers at volunteer events and stuff. And she beats them all hands-down.”
“That’s good,” you said.
“When is April supposed to get here?”
“About an hour,” you replied. “Maybe a little less. Margot is bringing dessert so don’t you dare think about coming back into this kitchen.”
She gave you a look but then sighed. “OK,” she agreed. “I’m going to go take a shower and primp myself a bit. Gotta make a good impression on your girlfriend.” Then she kissed you on the cheek and gave you a cheeky grin before heading towards her bedroom.
You were left silently stammering, unsure whether to correct her or not. You and April hadn’t really put a label on your relationship yet. You’d both been pretty blunt about things, but neither of you had used the girlfriend/boyfriend words yet. Was it too soon? Two dates together, plus one outing with Hannah. Maybe it was too soon? You definitely didn’t want to seem clingy or scare her off.
Hikaru left the kitchen and you went back to your tablet, playing the next part of the recipe, but your eyes were distracted as, across the apartment living area, Hikaru pulled off her t-shirt as she was about five feet from her bedroom door. She was wearing a bra and facing away from you, so it wasn’t like you saw anything untoward, it was just...
She must be feeling a lot more at home now, you told yourself. She’d never done that before, and you doubted she’d do it facing you or anything. It was just surprising.
You’d already buzzed April up, but Margot was the first one up when she knocked on the door. “I’ll get it,” the southern blonde said confidently. Part of you wanted to argue, wanted to meet April at the door so you could kiss her hello in semi-privacy, but you also didn’t want to seem weird and defensive by going ‘No, me!’