I Can't Help It/Contact a friend. A talk could work.
From Create Your Own Story
She decided it was better to get her friends involved, ignoring her body's need for touch and not wishing to relapse into needing Lucas either. Besides, friends were supposed to help out, right? And she was in a bad way. Who knows, maybe she'd feel better hanging out with the guys. While she wasn't entirely comfortable with having all male friends, she couldn't call in her female friends. They'd all moved town, so beyond a call or text, it wasn't possible to hang out. And long distance hang outs never felt as good as good old fashioned hugs and love. She moved her mouse over to Skype, letting it boot up and looking over her photos. Plenty of days gone by, many of various birthday parties and holidays, some with family, most with friends. They always ended up sharing a few hundred pictures between eachother. How they ever got any work done was a mystery.
Hannah stopped for a moment, questioning who she should call. Some of her friends were her exes, maybe it wasn't a great idea... But, then again, they were just friends right? It wasn't like they'd done that many sexual things together, most of the relationships fell through in a month or two. Was she really this in need of a comfort? To risk being vunrable to people she'd blown?
There was Kyle. He was a tall white guy, 25, shaved head. He'd not been crazy about sex, but he'd not said no either. If she recalled right, he was about 6 inches. They'd dated for a little while but he'd been scared off after her mother accused him of trying to sexually abuse her... Only Hannah wasn't a child, unlike what her mother believed.
Dalton was an option. He was 17, white as well, shaggy hair to his shoulders. Issue is, that relationship burned out in a week. He was obsessed with sex, insisting on blowjobs all the time and seriously wanted to fuck her all the time. When they broke up, he'd keep trying to get in her pants while also trying to fuck any other girl who stumbled into his path. He wasn't even that well hung, only just being 5 inches. He creeped the fuck out of her, he was practically a rapist, but... He did live closest.
Alex might've been an idea. He was 18, kinda chubby, glasses and her third white friend. It occurred to her she really needed to branch out to different racial social groups sometime in the future... Either way, Alex was a new friend. He didn't live too far away and they'd never dated at all. It seemed like he might be a good middle ground. That said... He did touch her a lot. He was a hugger. Maybe she was overthinking it.
She could also call her cousin's friends over, but she didn't know them at all. Plus, she'd heard things about them... Apparently her cousin had been gangfucked in his sleep by them before. It could've just been a rumor or a lie, but it still worried her...
Maybe she could call all 3 of her friends over? Hopefully they'd all balance eachother out and nothing bad would happen?
She stared at the screen... What to do, what to do?
- I Can't Help It/Call Dalton
- I Can't Help It/Call Kyle
- I Can't Help It/Call Alex
- I Can't Help It/Call All Three
- I Can't Help It/Call Cousin's Friends
Maybe... Maybe she could... No, she shouldn't! But she was alone... And she did miss him. And he wasn't to blame anyway. Would it hurt to... To call Lucas? To try and get him back?
| State | ||
| Well-Being | 100/100 | Items:
Pink Tank Top and Panties |
| Gender | Female | |
| Lust | 15/100 | |
