Unexpected Affections
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 44
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 44 - 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
Zara looked around the bathroom, her expression turning from a sneer to a moderately accepting suspicion. It wasn’t filthy, so that was something. It also wasn’t hotel room clean, but it sounded like Oliver and his cousin or whatever lived there. Hikaroo? Something like that.
She opened a drawer and it was full of branded female products. Skin, hair, lipstick. None of them were the brands that April used. The cousin’s stuff, then.
At least April hadn’t fucking moved in here yet, then.
Zara peeked in the shower. Clean. Poked the lid of the garbage can. Nothing weird. Opened under the sink. Two neat rows of extra toilet paper.
She stood back up, crossing her arms as she frowned and looked around the tight little room. Nothing weird. Nothing out of place. Nothing that screamed ‘He’s not what he seems!’ That was what she couldn’t figure out - what was the catch? Well, other than the obvious; that Oliver was probably the size of three of her combined. Maybe even four.
But all that nerd shit out in the main apartment area screamed that he’d have something weird somewhere. Little naked anime statuettes. Or an anime body pillow with some gross little girl character. Or...
She sighed and sat down on the toilet with the lid down, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
“Am I really gonna do this?” she mumbled to herself quietly.
A threesome.
She should have just apologised for being a cunt. She’d known that’s what she was doing all night, but April deserved the best and Oliver just didn’t seem like that. He was too... soft. In every way she could think of.
But when April hinted that maybe it could happen, Zara was reminded of the fact that the last time she’d had a good come was to pictures of her best friend with the giant fucking cock. April had always been a bit of a secret spank bank person for Zara - not in a weird way, she would tell herself, but because April was just a really good person.
A therapist had told her once that she was ‘demisexual’ and Zara hated the idea of fucking labels so she’d never gone back. Supposedly she needed an emotional connection to have sex or something, but that’s not how sex worked. You were supposed to get an emotional connection from sex.
The bathroom door opened and April slipped in, closing it behind her and pushing her back to it as she looked at Zara.
“Don’t tell me he’s already naked and waiting in bed,” Zara smirked.
“No, he’s not,” April said. “He’s actually stressing out that if we do this, our friendship could inadvertently take a hit.”
Zara was a little shocked at that one. “Oh,” she said lamely and felt a little colour rising to her cheeks.
April sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “He loves me, Zara,” she said.
“He said that?” Zara asked.
“We both almost said it.”
“So he didn’t say it.”
“It’s too early,” April grunted. “Too fast. Except not. Except- whatever. Oliver and I are on the same page. We’re together. Girlfriend-boyfriend. You are my best friend. I need you and him to get along, and I need you to mellow the fuck out.”
“Wait, so this threesome thing is about me and him?” Zara asked. “You don’t want to do it with me so much as make sure I get filled with his dick?”