The Many Faced Girl
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Chapter 4: What is the root cause?
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 4: What is the root cause? - The story of how I tried to find my place in this world. The world visibly had other plans...
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Drunk/Drugged Rape Teen Siren Heterosexual True Story School Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Tit-Fucking Body Modification Public Sex Teacher/Student Prostitution
I haven’t seen Mateo for about a week after what happened last time. It felt strange not to be back in his office and not talk to him. On the other hand I’ve had a much better connection with Bridget. I also had a much better connection to myself I guess. Laying alone in my bed I would either think about Mateo’s cock or Bridget would remind me of it. When I do think of it I’ve got a hot feeling taking charge of my body. I would lay in my bed and play with my nipples and my clit until I had an orgasm while thinking about rubbing his cock and getting his cum all over me.
Each time after I would cum thinking about it, Bridget would come out for a chat.
Me - Bridget: “You really liked it didn’t you?”
Me: “Yes I did”
Me - Bridget: “You better listen to me more often, I’ll get you much more fun than that”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Me - Bridget: “I know you need more now. You’ve had a little taste but you need more”
Me: “Yes I do”
Me - Bridget: “I know you do”
Me: “But I think Mateo expects us to open up more before we can get to that”
Me - Bridget: “Don’t worry about that, just take me in there and I’ll take care of the rest”
I went to school with full intentions of going back into Mateo’s office, but for some reason I was scared or nervous or something else. My feelings don’t seem to make much sense anymore. I get through the maths class, and then through the history class and then through the biology class. I had every intention of seeing Mateo at some point during the break but I couldn’t bring myself to it. At the end of the day, instead of going straight home, I hang out around the school trying to debate whether I should go see Mateo.
Me - Bridget: “It’s ok Akira, I’ll talk to him if you want”
And I just don’t think anymore and head for his office. I get to right in front of his door, and I am about to knock, when Bridget takes control, while I remain conscious. Instead of knocking she just opens the door, looks at him and sits right away in the chair.
Me - Bridget: “I assume you enjoyed me last time?”
He just stared in shock, probably not ready for a direct approach like that.
Me - Bridget: “It’s alright, we enjoyed it too. Actually we spent a lot of time thinking of it since then”
His look changed a bit after hearing that.
Mateo: “Yes I loved it, I never thought I’d get to do it for real”
Me - Bridget: “Well we think that you deserve a little treat now”
Mateo: “Does that mean I’m talking to Bridget now?”
Me - Bridget: “Yes”
Mateo: “So tell me are you the only alter in Akira?”
I didn’t even know the answer to that but Bridget seemed to know all of it.
Me - Bridget: “No I am just the gatekeeper there are a few other right now and there probably will be a few others in the future”
Mateo: “What is a gatekeeper?”
Me - Bridget: “Well I don’t like to define myself just by that role. But what I do usually is mostly control access to the other alters. Which I’ve done a great job at until you came nosing around. I assist with communication among all of us as well as with the outside world, as I am doing right now. Finally maintaining order in general, you could call me the conductor or the Akira orchestra.”
Mateo: “Ok can you tell me about the other alters”
Me - Bridget: “For now there’s Ruby the adventurer who actually got us into all this trouble by agreeing to go to school after hours with her friends. There’s also Mae who helps out with all the housework and other annoying tasks. This is why she “likes” doing it. It’s because she’s not actually doing it most of the time, it’s Mae. The oracle takes care of all the memories, but I’m not sure she counts as she’ll never really speak to anyone. She has no interest in it.”
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