A couple hours later...

It’s only been a few hours since you and Cassie had sex, but you wake up feeling great: no signs of fatigue in sight.

You yawn and look around, searching for Cassie. The bed is empty, but you can hear her singing and the shower running through the open bathroom door. You figure that it’s most likely an invitation for you to join her (and it’d be fine even if it isn't), but before you can take her up on it you’re distracted by the sound of Cassie’s phone. Picking up the device, you read the caller ID:

Joanne - Work

You've met Joanne a couple times, when Cassie brought her along to hang out. She’s an incredibly attractive woman: tall and fit, with looks that would be more appropriate on a magazine cover than hidden away in the office.

Unfortunately for past-you, she was way out of your league, and already engaged to some rich guy by the time you met her. You knew all of that by the big, fat diamond ring on her finger, even before Cassie introduced you for the first time.

Fortunately for present-you, you don’t have to give a shit anymore.

“Hello? Cassie?” Her musical voice immediately greets you as you accept the call. “I just heard you took the day off. You alright, Babe?”

“She isn’t sick, if that's what you mean,” you reply with a laugh. “Hello, Joanne.”

"Um..." There's an awkward pause before Joanne greets you. "Heeey... John, right? May I ask why you have Cassie’s phone?"

“She’s in the shower and I was around when her phone rang.” Just then, the bathroom door opens to reveal the woman in question, her sexy, slightly-wet body wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Cassie raises an eyebrow at you as she walks over, and you show her the name on the screen before tapping the speaker icon and holding the phone out in front of you. "Well she’s out now, but she’s a little busy," you tell Joanne, smiling a little. "I’ll do the talking for her."

You move over to the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and point down at your stiff cock. Cassie giggles and rolls her eyes, eagerly falling to her knees before you.

“...Okaaay,” Joanne says, confusion in her voice. “So why did she skip work if she’s not sick? We've got some really important stuff going on today, and she’s not the kind of person to just take a day off for no reason."

As you prepare to respone, Cassie takes your cock between her lips. You stifle a moan and grasp at the sheets, trying not to make any noise. As Joanne continues, the towel-clad beauty between your legs starts bobbing her head, taking you deeper and deeper with every stroke.

"Adam’s here, but he’s being evasive and refuses to give me an answer!”

Upon hearing this Cassie releases your dick, looking up at you curiously. You click your tongue and push her head back down with your free hand. Caught by surprise, Cassie gags and sputters loudly as you **** her with your cock.

“...What's that noise?”

“To tell you the truth? Cassie’s busy blowing me right now,” you say casually into the phone. You lower the phone to Cassie’s head and resume speaking. “You can hear her, right? She heard you mention Adam and got distracted, you see,” you add, sighing as you feel Cassie’s throat convulse around its thick invader.

“What?”

You let out a grunt as Cassie regains some control and her tight passage constricts around your cock. Her tongue moves along the underside, trying her best to pleasure you even as she struggles to breathe.

“Ungh, yeah,” you continue, letting go of Cassie's head and watching as she gasps for air, red faced and teary eyed. “We’re not fooling around behind Adam’s back, if that's what you're wondering. He told us we were free to fuck as much we like last night, and we’re just getting to know our bodies better.”

“...Oh.” Joanne sounds satisfied by your answer. “So you’re... friends with benefits?”

“I know it’s a little hard to believe, given how close she and Adam appear,” you reply, smiling as Cassie dutifully resumes sucking your cock. “Are you free after work? Why don’t you come over and check up on her?”

“I have a date with my fiancé,” she replies.

“I wasn't asking, Joanne,” you sigh. “As Cassie’s friend, you need to make sure she’s okay. Come see her. Your date can wait until you find out what exactly is going on here.”

“...Well, I guess,” she says slowly. “I’ll drop by after work.”

With that, she hangs up and you toss the phone behind you.

“Adam doesn’t your friends to know we’re together, apparently,” you chuckles “Maybe he’s just embarassed.

“We’ll show him and people like Joanne to understand that this is how you can truly be happy.”

She pulls away slowly, watching attentively for any look of displeasure on your face. When you nod at her, Cassie smiles.

“Of course,” she says, making sure to stroke your shiny, spit covered rod as she answers. “I love being a slut you can fuck whenever you like, John. I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

“We're not ashamed to be who we are,” you emphasise. “And he shouldn't be either. That's so weird.”

Cassie wipes her lips with her free arm and furrows her brows. “We need to talk to him about this.”

“You’ve always been honest with each other, so just continue being that way. He'll get the message,” you say with a smile. “You just have to make it clear that you prefer me sexually, and that you’re happier with me than you were without me.”