Unexpected Affections
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 37
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 37 - 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
“What’s up, you four-eyed bitch?”
“Nothing much, you fire-crotch whore,” April replied with a laugh.
Zara came around to the passenger side of April’s car and plopped down into the seat, slamming the door shut behind her and then leaning over the centre console and grabbing April’s face with both hands, planting a big kiss on her cheek. “Mwah!”
April laughed, shaking her best friend off.
“Taking shots at my pubes is a low blow,” Zara chuckled as she settled into her seat and buckled up.
“I hope so, if your pubes are bushy enough to be seen up high then I’d be concerned,” April said.
That got a bark of a laugh out of Zara, and then she sighed heavily. “Fuck,” she said. “Honestly, Ape, I haven’t laughed like that since the last time I saw you.”
“Awe, hon,” April sighed, reaching over and patting her friend’s thigh as she pulled out onto the street. Zara had worn Daisy Duke jean shorts that highlighted her tall, slender legs and a rough tank top that only a woman with her small bust could carry off. It was also entirely in style. “Have you considered, you know, trying to make other friends?”
“People, and I’ve told you this every day since we were like twelve, suck,” Zara said. “The number of people who don’t suck is highly limited.”
April shook her head. “You know I love you, right?”
“You better,” Zara smirked.
“Well then, take this with love, bitch,” April said. “You need to take the stick out of your ass.”
Zara paused quietly and looked out the window, which was entirely unlike her.
“Wait, hold on,” April said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Zara said.
“Obviously not,” April said. “Speak. Use your words.”
“That’s just the same thing that a big photographer said to me,” Zara said, her voice tight. “And he hasn’t booked me since.”
“Oh, Zara,” April said.
“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, it’s not fine,” April said. ‘‘You’re amazing at your job, you’re absolutely gorgeous, and everyone knows it.”
“Yeah, not so much,” Zara grunted. “Apparently I’m ... frigid. Or something. I don’t do sex appeal so well all of a sudden because I look like I’m about to bite someone’s head off.”
“Did something change?”
“No!” Zara said. “Or, I don’t know? Maybe I’ve stopped being able to fake it over time.”
“Fake what? Sex appeal?” April asked. “You’re stupidly hot. You ooze sex appeal.”
“Hot and sexy are different and you know it,” Zara sighed. “The photographer said I need to get laid.”
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